#Chay please your man is dying

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Okay, okay, I wrote some of the thing!

Give Me Some Sugar (both the title, and Kim's desperate please for something that doesn't make his soul shrivel up and die)

The first time he walks into the cafe, Chay doesn’t believe his eyes. He stops mid-sweep to stare as the leather-clad man walks up to the counter and looks up at the menu, his hands in his pockets, a tuft of glossy black hair falling across his eye. 

“Oh my god!” Chay whispers, giddy, quickly looking around to make sure no one saw his outburst before he all but runs behind the counter. 

He wais politely. 

“Hello! Welcome to our cafe, what can I get for you?”

“What do you recommend?” Wik—Wik—asks, his voice syrup smooth. 

Chay wracks his mind for everything he knows about WIK, coming up with nothing in his panic-stricken state. What does Wik like? 

Chay smiles brightly and says, “That depends on your preferences, phi. What do you like?”

A sly smile. “Anything.” 

It feels like a test. It also feels like Wik is looking at him a little closer than he should, from Chay’s blushing cheeks to his hands nervously twisting in the front of his apron, and back up, and Chay banishes that thought before it can take root and make him melt. 

“Then…” Twist, twist, twist. “I recommend a mocha. It has chocolate to balance the espresso, but it’s not too sweet.” 

“One of those, then. Please.” 

“Okay!” Chay rings him up, confirms the order, and wais in thanks for the tip. “May I have a name for the order?”

Another grin. “No.”

“O-oh. Okay!” There aren’t many people in the cafe, anyway. Then Wik is walking away, towards a table by the window, and Chay realizes he’s about to lose his one and only chance. “Oh, wait! You need to sign your receipt!” 

Wik stops. Looks over his shoulder. There’s a knowing edge around the corner of his smile that makes Chay’s face hot. “Didn’t I already? On the screen.” 

“Oh, yeah…” Chay is burning. “My mistake!” 

Wik laughs, and Chay is too busy dying of embarrassment to truly appreciate it as he hastily gets to making his drink. 

Five minutes later he carries over to Wik’s table and somehow manages not to trip over himself and spill it all over both of them. The porcelain cup and its small saucer land softly in the middle of the table, unharmed, unspilled. It’s a miracle. 

“Thank you,” Wik says with a dimpled smile that makes Chay feel all hot and gooey inside, like melted caramel drizzle, and he wais before he takes his leave. 

Chay continues to take orders and make drinks for the various patrons that come through. Surprisingly, no one else seems to recognize Wik. He blends in, keeping his head bowed over a notebook that he’s been working in since he sat down, his hair obscuring most of his face in a way that looks effortless but is no doubt intentional. Chay tries not to watch him—doesn’t want to make Wik uncomfortable, but he can’t help it. 

He looks up when a familiar song comes on over the speakers, looks at Chay, who very carefully does not look back at him. 

Just act natural, Chay tells himself. It could be worse—he could have put on the playlist that cycled through all of Wik’s songs on repeat. He saves those for slow days and closing shifts, though, when there’s no one to complain about the repetition. Playing only one of Wik’s songs in the twenty minutes he’s been in the cafe is nothing. 

Between customers, Chay continues his earlier work of cleaning, sweeping up spilled sugar and wiping down tables. Whenever he passes by Wik—never too close, he doesn’t want to intrude—he hears him humming, bobbing his head to a rhythm, pausing every so often to write in his notebook. Chay wonders if he’s working on a new song. Wonders what it’s about. Desperately wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to chase Wik away, especially when he looks so focused and comfortable. 

After another fifteen minutes or so, Wik does leave, slipping out the door without so much as a goodbye, and Chay sighs after him. Goes to clean up his table, when something catches his eye. A napkin sitting innocently on top of the now-empty cup, imprinted with neat black characters that make his heart pound. 

Chay, Next time just ask—WIK 

Chay clutches the signed napkin to his chest and screams. 

I lowkey want to write a coffee shop AU. Chay is a barista and Kim is one of his regulars who's there more often than he isn't. (Memorized Chay's schedule once he caught feelings bc stalker, just like Chay memorized the exact times Kim comes in and always makes sure to have a fresh drink waiting for him.)

It started out when Kim jokingly told Chay to surprise him with something, and grew from there. First Chay is just getting Kim's feedback on ideas for new drinks to put on the menu. He always gets the same reaction: small smile, a simple "it's good". Then Chay starts trying to get a better reaction out of him. Starts putting together some truly odd things, just to see how far Kim will let him push. He always smiles, compliments it, and drinks it all (even when he's shuddering inside. Chay once made him drink a quad espresso black, and he still hasn't recovered).

Chay is shook when he finds out Kim actually has a serious sweet tooth. His favorite drink is probably something like a caramel macchiato, or something else sweet and overly indulgent. Then Chay feels a little bit bad for all the dark coffee he kept making Kim drink, but it's okay, Kim will just have to make out with him about it.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Charles jealousy smut please!

my own little devil

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i am a charles girl so i may have gone a little feral while writing this, so apologies in advance <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; charles leclerc x female fwb reader

blurb; your devious little plan to make charles jealous and regret leaving you high and dry the previous night goes wrong.

warnings; biting kink, rough sex, a speck of breeding, spit, dirty thoughts, wall sex, google translated french, semi public sex, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, oral fem!receiving, possessive behavior, choking, mentions of pregnancy, dom!charles. [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] lemonade; possessive vodka shot; rough sex tea; semi public doppio; wall sex chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry" croissant; "don't you dare" pancake; "no, we can't, not here" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" boston cream pie; "fuck, it's dripping down your legs"

currently playing; jealous by nick jonas "cause you're too fuckin' beautiful and everybody wants a taste, that's why i still get jealous"

it was all his fault, at least thats what you told yourself when you came up with this devious little plan in the first place, that it was charles's fault for up and leaving before you'd been able to cum around his cock last night.

he'd showed up at your place around two in the morning tipsy and in a grump from having lost the race earlier in the day begging you to make him feel better and so naturally since he was the best fuck you'd ever had, you let him have his way with you but his way last night was utter fucking torment.

he enjoyed, no he loved seeing you beg and he was hoping you'd be begging tonight down on your sweet little knees but you had decided that, that was not going to be the case, you wanted to be the one to have him on his fucking knees for a change.

you knew deep down that this dress would do the trick, the red satin hugged your figure, attaching itself to each and every curve of your body and the bra you wore pushed your boobs so far up that they could fall out of your dress with one wrong move, you looked like a sin; that was all charles was capable of thinking the moment he saw you walk into the club, his own personal little devil.

when you brushed past him on your way to the bar, your fingers grazed across his crotch and the slight gasp he let out made you smirk "you are playing a dangerous game douce fille" charles whispered to himself as he watched you go, hips swinging with every step, charles couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, desperate for a taste.

charles was fine with letting you wander about the club showing off for him but what he didn't like was you showing off for all the other men there as well with your ass practically hanging out the bottom of your dress, you were his and he wasn't gonna let another guy lay a hand on you, so while he let you have your space, he found his eyes traveling over to you every now and then just to make sure you weren't getting into any mischief.

but little did either of you know, mischief was heading your way. when you felt a hand brush across your back so close to your ass as you leaned across the bar to take your drink from the bartender, you smirked thinking it was charles coming to claim his prize for the night but oh how you couldn't have been more wrong.

as you looked behind you, you made eye contact with a man that just radiated fuckboy energy "please don't touch what isn't yours" you mused quietly and he held his hand's up innocently like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar "relax just wanted to get to know ya, i'm brad" you couldn't help but roll your eyes, brad what a classic fuckboy name.

after a thought you decided he was harmless since you had no intention of flirting or going home with him tonight, so you decided to indulge him a little and so you sat across from one another at the bar, slowly sipping at your individual drinks.

charles had only taken his eyes off you for less than two minutes and when his eyes sought you out, he saw red.... seeing you sitting across from a man at the bar, he wasn't happy and despite you deciding to be a little tease with your choice of dress tonight he trusted you like he had never trusted any other girl before and so he let it go until he watched the guy slip his hand onto your thigh, caressing the skin like he owned you but he didn't, charles did and he was going to make sure that this prick fucking knew that.

"let me get you another drink" brad asked, hand still running along your thigh, little did he know that if he didn't remove it soon he would no longer have a hand and if the intimidating presence behind you didn't give away the fact that brad was fucked, the hand that soon wrapped around your throat should have been a dead giveaway, charles tilted your back to look into your eyes "don't you dare" he practically growled.

"you say yes and i will not be gentle with you" brad's hand slipped from your thigh "i didn't know you were taken" brad stated, trying to defend himself "i'm not" you mumbled, still gazing into charles's eyes and as your words hit his ears, he tightened his grip around your throat.

"lets go" he growled, pulling you off the bar stool and into the bathroom of the club, you'd barely made it in the door before charles pressed your back into the cold tile wall, his hand once again wrapping around your throat and holding tight as you struggled against his hold "stop wriggling" he demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little tighter causing black spots to form in front of your eyes, as he watched a tear slip from your eye he eased back a little loosening his hold but not completely letting go just yet "your mine so all those guys can fuck off and leave you alone"

"i'm not yours" you reminded him and he gave you a look that told you that you'd picked your words poorly "yeah, well i'm going to fucking make you mine douce fille" and with that he dropped to his knees, hiking your dress up and around your hips, he dragged the fabric of your panties to the side drooling at the sight of your wet little pussy, if you asked charles in a public setting what his favorite thing about you was he would say your eyes but if you asked in private, he wouldn't even give you a verbal answer and instead just drop to his knees in front of you.

"no, we can't, not here" your fingers tangled in his soft locks, pulling at it to try and distract him from his current mission of wanting to eat your pussy until your legs gave out around his head and your whole body was trembling from his touch but your words met deaf ears as he spit into his hand before rubbing his fingers along your folds, grazing your clit with every pass he made.

"your fucking crazy" you whispered as a shiver ran down your spine due to charles's touch on your clit but also at the idea of being caught in such a compromising position in public, oh how you could see the headlines now.

"FERRARI'S GOLDEN BOY CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC TRYST!"

it was only a few seconds before charles's mouth attached to your pussy, licking through your folds to suck up every last drop of the juices you were currently leaking all over his pretty little face like an alcoholic who'd gone far too long without a drink.

his fingers gripped tightly at your thighs making sure to leave little bruises that he could kiss better later. when he slipped his tongue inside, you shuddered above him, hands pulling at his hair but he never ceased, this man was starving and he was going to feast.

you couldn't help but gently rock your hips against his tongue which caused his nose to brush against your clit causing the most gorgeous friction that had you tilting your head back as a low moan slipped past your lips, fingers tugging at his hair as he smiled against your folds continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved.

you were reaching your peak and fast, you always did when charles ate you out like this, you hips began to move faster against his tongue chasing the pleasure he gave you but right as you were on the edge of pure bliss he pulled away and the sight you saw as he gazed up at you was down right erotic, his cheeks, lips, nose and even chin wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva, the perfect mix in his mind.

his pupils were wide and his mouth hung open as he panted, his warm breath hitting your thigh as he gently nibbled at the skin sending even more shock waves zapping up your spine, he scrambled up your body, hands pulling at his belt desperate to get his hard aching cock inside of your tight little cunt.

"why'd you stop" to say you were pissed was an understatement, he was not about to leave you high and dry again "i'm sorry" he rushed out, he knew that if he was to keep lapping at your dripping wet pussy like the feral animal he was any longer that he would cum in his pants right then and there.

"i was going to cum in my pants" he chuckled, connecting his lips to yours for the first time that night, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his kiss was sloppy and desperate causing spit to coat both of your faces.

when you pulled away you couldn't help but smile at the sight, charles cheeks were flushed and warm from the heat radiating between your bodies, his eyes wide and your lipstick was smeared across his lips and chin "so fucking pretty" you murmured, thumb running over his bottom lip as he pulled his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

you squeaked as he picked you up, practically manhandling you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged in without warning causing your head to slam against the wall behind you "fuck" you gasped "be gentle" but he was far from gentle in this moment as he thrusted in and out of you at an unnatural speed that had your head spinning.

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom in that moment and catch you, you'd have looked like a pair of rabbits in heat from the way you were going at it.

you couldn't help but bite as his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin and drool soaking his shirt in an attempt to keep quiet but the sound of his hips slamming against yours would give you away before any moans did, the sound was wet and sticky as your hips slammed together.

a sharp pain hit you as charles fingers threaded through your hair and tugged forcefully so that he could kiss and bite at the delicate skin of your neck, marking you has his own personal fucktoy, no other man would ever fucking touch you again, not on his watch.

"you wanna come inside me joli garçon, you want me to make you a daddy" charles groaned against your shoulder at the words you whispered in his ear, a million fantasies coming to mind in that moment but pushed them all down in order to focus on you and the pleasure he was making you feel.

when he felt your pussy clench around him, his hips came to a halt, body shaking with pleasure as he released ropes and ropes of his sweet hot cum deep into your tight pussy that still clenched around his cock, milking him dry.

charles's lipstick stained swollen lips pressed against yours as you swallowed eachothers moans, his hand snuck down and started to rub at your clit, pace fast and rough, he was desperate to make you cum around him and when you finally did, juices gushing around his cock, he couldn't help but cum again at the feeling.

when it was all over he pulled his head from the crook of your neck as you both panted "holy fuck" he breathed out "that was the best fuck we've ever had" he darkly chuckled.

"i never knew you were a biter" you giggled which caused your pussy to clench around his cock again, a small shot of cum shooting out.

he slowly and gently let you down and as he kneeled down to pull your dress over your butt, he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a stripe up your thigh "fuck, it's dripping down your legs" his tone of voice told he was proud of the work he'd done.

he had fucking bred you and god did he want to do it again and again until it stuck and you were round and pregnant with his baby.

"your fucking mine now you petit diable"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words "little devil huh"

oh yeah, you were his own personal little devil and a fucking hot one at that.

"yeah, my little devil" he chuckled, lips pressing against yours sloppily once more, you both couldn't help but smile against eachothers lips,

"lets get the fuck out of here" he suggested, tangling your fingers with his own "why, you going to breed me again" you joked not knowing how fucking right you actually were.

[bep1erfics]

🔒 SQR - BELONG TO THE CITY

“ANGEL MEETS DEVIL”

SYNOPSIS: SHEN QUANRUI, LEADER OF THE INFAMOUS GANG “DARKNESS” LURKS BEYOND THE STREETS OF ZEROBASE. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY STEP INSIDE HIS TERRITORY?

! GANG AU, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE

THE FIRST CHAPTER: WELCOME TO ZEROBASE

waking up from your deep slumber, your throbbing head started to pound as you came to the realisation that it was in fact not a dream. you really had been abducted. tossing around in the chair you were completely intact to, the alluring darkness peeked through your mind as it pondered the thought of where you were being held hostage. suddenly, the sound of the door opening echoed throughout the room as footsteps were headed towards your body.

“take her in,” a deep voice groaned.

you tried to fight back as the group of men carried you upstairs to another room. their tight grip had left you no choice but to stay straight as moving your body would do more harm than good. with no voice to scream, you had to contain your energy as you knew nothing would help get you out. giving up, you accepted your fate of possibly dying. a train of thoughts gathered and piled as your anxiety got the best of you.

“what are they gonna do to me?” you wondered. 

as the men carried you towards another room, you came to the realisation that the rumour was true. was zerobase really a place full of danger? were you darkness’s next target?

the door to the room busted open as the men carrying you seconds ago immediately lost their grip and threw you to the ground where you begged for mercy.

“untie her and let her speak before we put her six-feet under.” 

as your vision was filled with tears, you couldn’t put the picture of the man giving his men orders in your mind. but, his soft voice sent shivers down your spine. It was rather comforting, like honey to soothe the pain you’ve been holding up.

his men untied the ropes around your wrists and ripped the tape off as you gasped for air.

“who are you? what are you gonna do to me?”

your voice broke out as you tried to keep your tears from spilling out, but you couldn't hide your true emotions. the tall blonde tilted your chin up and analysed your face. as if he was mad, he kicked the nearest object behind you and walked back to his desk where he slammed his fists on the table.

“it’s not the right one, you caught the f*cking wrong girl. one more mistake and eventually this bullet will go right through each and every one of your brains.”

with one hand, he loaded the gun he kept on his waistline with exactly five bullets.

his intimidating eyes glared right into yours as you pleaded for a stroke of luck that they would let you go..

“please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything. Please, I don’t wanna die.”

quanrui didn’t usually have a soft spot, but when he looked at your desperate self, something changed. he felt a sense of remorse for you, and his chest pounded with deep misery.

sighing, he sat back down on his chair and crossed his arms.

“take her back to the basement, i’ll figure out what use this girl can be to us.”

“but sir-”

“shut the f*ck up and take her back to the basement. listen to my orders.”

the four men scurried out the door, scared of what their boss would do to them if they tried to speak another word. you got dragged back to the basement where they tied you to the chair and left you there, in the darkness.

for what felt like hours, the light never emitted from the door as you patiently waited for your downfall. if he wasn’t gonna kill you, what would he do with you? if you were being quite frank, you would’ve rather let him end your life instead of anticipating his next move on how he was gonna ruin your life.

staring into space out of boredom, the door finally opened and the tall blonde steps inside. his shoes clank to the cement floor as you gulped down the saliva in your throat, leaving your mouth dry. looking at the blonde with your swollen eyes, he pulls a chair and sits on the opposite side from where you were chained down.

the ice in his gaze left you speechless as his eyebrows furrowed while making eye contact with you.

you didn't want to admit it, but his facial features were so soft yet sharp. not only was he extremely intimidating, you couldn't help but admit he was indeed attractive. the pulled-back hair exposed his forehead which blended his features together.

as his lips pulled up into a smirk, he broke the silence by parting his lips, giving you a taste of his mischievous grin.

"i'll let you go. but on one condition. you'll have to pretend to be my girlfriend."

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[chaileaf]

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓

———————————— 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 !!

› featuring: shuntaro chishiya + fem!reader

› word count: 1,478

› synopsis: imagine loving someone so deeply that you'd die for them. now, imagine them dying right in front of your eyes. that's exactly what y/n went through. the borderlands... no, those were just dreams. the meteor took the life of her most precious love. he tried, and succeeded, in saving her. now imagine living with the thought that you'll never love someone again. that's exactly what y/n was thinking, until she met him.

› rating: sfw, 16+ due to language

› cw: vulgar language, mentions of death, angst, some fluff

› setting: after the borderlands / catastrophic meteor incident

⤷ chai's note: hiii i wanted to write something on the more angsty and fluff side. this is going to be multiple parts, so this isn't the end! please let me know what you'd like to see in the following chapters/parts. i enjoyed making chishiya more vulnerable here. he's very precious to me. as always, feedback and reblogs with feedback are always appreciated! much love!!

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you had survived the borderlands. no… what were you thinking? you survived the impact. something in your head throbbed every single time you mentioned the word borderlands. was that some sort of euphemism for the line between life and death? it would haunt you, waking you up in your deepest slumbers. dreams of playing games where you died if you didn’t win.

the worst part was the survivor’s guilt that came with being alive and having these dreams. your fiancé was with you on the crosswalk before the incident. you both had just recently left the coffee shop down the street and were joking about getting a dog to keep you company while he was away on business trips. it was a precious conversation to you, especially since you had anxiety about him leaving. these dreams that came after the impact seemed too real. it was as if you and your partner had lived through it together, until you didn’t. the recurring nightmare of him getting shot by a man dressed in all black gear, resembling a solider who’d turned against everyone in his sights.

the worst part was the survivor’s guilt that came with being alive and having these dreams. your fiancé was with you on the crosswalk before the incident. you both had just recently left the coffee shop down the street and were joking about getting a dog to keep you company while he was away on business trips. it was a precious conversation to you, especially since you had anxiety about him leaving. these dreams that came after the impact seemed too real. it was as if you and your partner had lived through it together, until you didn’t. the recurring nightmare of him getting shot by a man dressed in all black gear, resembling a solider who’d turned against everyone in his sights.

you could still see yourself panicking behind a car, watching as your loved one mouthed ‘i love you’ before slumping over and bleeding out. the feeling of losing your breath with each inhalation and having to cover your mouth to avoid screaming was still present in your anxiety attacks each night. he left you alone with nothing but the sound of gunshots and cries of terror. it was hell on earth.

and then you discovered him, your distraction from the real world.

you could tell that he was a people watcher from the moment saw him. his brown eyes drifted across everyone in the room, scanning as if he was an ai created human to get statistics on the population.

he wasn’t as messed up as everyone else. blunt force trauma from the explosion on impact caused some internal bleeding that was fixed via surgery was what the nurses said, but other than that, he looked like he was in mint condition.

you learned from the chart hanging on his door that his name was shuntaro chishiya. it was an interesting name, almost reminding you of the cat from alice in wonderland. it made you chuckle to yourself every time you walked with your crutches past his room.

chishiya took note of how many times you’d walk back and forth from the vending machines and to your room, most times without anything in hand. at first, he assumed you were bored being stuck in the hospital after surgery. it was an easy assumption to make seeing as there were limited channels on the television and the nurses had to many patients to properly take care of them individually. but then he quickly realized it wasn’t just the boredom once he’d caught your eyes lingering over him several times. it always brought a mischievous smirk to his face, his brain going over the many ways he could fuck with you. ‘play dead? no, too traumatizing.’ he’d think to himself with a chortle.

you decided to go for a walk outside in the hospital courtyard, tired of being cooped up in your room for hours on end. the need for your crutches finally wore off as you could make it around with just a casual limp.

the sounds of birds chirping filled your ears while the sun warmed your exposed skin. your body was clad in clothes that your extremely worried best friend dropped off for you at the hospital. you’d begged them to bring some sort of outfit other than a hospital gown because it was growing tiresome wearing the same thing every day. the comfortable and baggy sweatpants ruffled in the wind while your oversized graphic tee did the same. it was a nice feeling, to be able to feel normal for at least a few minutes.

sitting at the table outside for too long let reality seep in, everything hitting you in slow waves. you wished it wasn’t a random patient next to you in your room, but instead your fiancé. tears welled in your eyes as beautiful memories filled your head. dancing in the kitchen at 3am while making microwave cup ramen, sending each other hilarious tiktoks that would nearly make you cry out of laughter, sharing kisses at red lights while driving to your parent’s house. it was long gone, and the guilt of being alive creeped up.

“is this seat taken?” a voice questioned, bringing you out of your thoughts. you looked away, rubbing the tears that threatened to fall out of your eyes before responding.

“no, go ahead.” you replied, looking over before sitting in shock. a lump formed in the back of your throat and your breathing began to slow down. anxiety washed over you as you became pale in the face, realizing the person you answered to was chishiya shuntaro.

his hair looked lovely in the sunlight. the blonde seemed almost shimmery with the light hitting it at the right angles. his deep brown eyes gave the impression of being friendlier due to the exposure making them a bit of a lighter brown. you couldn’t help but admire him, even with your anxieties getting to you.

“i’m gonna assume you already know my name since you’re so nosy,” chishiya began with a grin. waves of red washed over your face and ears with his words, making your heart rate increase. “but i’d like to know what your name is.” he ended, the grin still curling on his lips with each word.

you opened your mouth to speak, slowly getting rid of the heavy weight in the back of your vocal cords so that you could form coherent sentences. “it’s y/n.” the words came out softer than intended and you worried that he might have not even heard you until he shook his head. “look, i- i’m really sorry if i came off as creepy. i was just really curious about everyone in the hospital and wanted to know if i knew anyone and then i seen you in your room and-”

“it’s fine.” chishiya stopped you sternly, but with a genuine kindness in his voice. “you’re probably just as bored as i am, and i’m sure you noticed i’m equally as nosy. i just try to hide it better.” he joked with a small laugh. “so, anyways. how fucked up did you get from that, uhhh, explosion?” chishiya was trying to be precise with his words, regardless of the vulgar language he used.

“i sprained my wrist and broke my leg. they said i could’ve had internal bleeding, had i been closer to the impact.” you replied, your voice slightly shaky. “i’m surprised it wasn’t worse because…” your words trailed off as your mind wandered to a place you didn’t want to go to. chishiya’s face turned to a look of confusion before your eyes became foggy with tears.

“y/n?” the man questioned, reaching over and grabbing your shoulder. had it been months ago, he probably wouldn’t have even cared nor noticed your reaction. however, he decided he was going to change for the better. “we can talk about something else, if you’d like.” you shook your head and brushed his hand off by moving slightly, causing him to pull his arm back to the top of the table. you looked away from him towards the horizon where the sun was beginning to turn the sky a beautiful orange.

“i was going to say i’m surprised i’m not in worse conditions because my fiancé died on impact. i think… i think he saved me.” your voice regained its confidence with every word you spoke. “the doctor told me that the paramedics found his body over mine, as if he was trying to protect me.” you let out a deep exhale as the wind blew over your face, soothing some of the redness that came with feeling anxious.

chishiya’s face went from a look of confusion to a plain one. he genuinely didn’t know how to react. yes, he wanted to try to be a better human, but he wasn’t sure how to do that. you both sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke up. “do you want to go for a walk?” he quizzed with a raised eyebrow. you felt your face distort out of uncertainty. he chuckled to himself, using his hands to lift up from the chair and walked towards you. chishiya held out a hand to help you up. “c’mon. let’s get your mind off things.”

[welcometoteyvat]

fake ga-ming voicelines (prerelease, some more delusional, some less. please give more hcs about him)

edit: apparently voiceline leaks just dropped so PLEASE no spoilers <3 if these are wrong that's too bad they're canon in my heart!!!

About Yun Jin: Besides being a great opera performer, Sir Yun's taste in tea is impeccable! Although she keeps asking me to join her at Heyu Tea House... their tea just doesn't have the same flavor as the tieguanyin from Xinyue Kiosk. Speaking of her, one of our clients has just developed a new strain—I promised to bring some for her when I come back to Liyue Harbor!

About Xiao: You mean Senior Xiao! Hehe, so you know him too! Next time, can you bring him along with you to one of my performances in the harbor? I've been trying to get him to come for a long time, but he always refuses... oh, good idea! Next time I'll hold it at Wangshu Inn, just for him!

About Xiangling: That girl always by Guoba's side, right? Man Chai seems to like her a lot, especially the cornbread buns she makes! To be honest, some of the things she cooks are a little too spicy for me, but otherwise she’s an excellent chef with unmistakable talent. No wonder her companion is a minor deity… wait, what? A major deity?

About Keqing: Thanks to her invitation and sponsorship, our Mighty Mythical Beast performances have been getting more and more attention in the harbor! She's very straightforward and speaks her mind about everything, and always has novel ideas! Although we haven’t talked much, I really admire her mindset and determination. It’s not easy to forge your own path forward, especially for someone of her standing.

About Chongyun: I've run into him once or twice on the road to Liyue Harbor. He didn’t seem to like talking that much when we met, but I’ve heard he’s actually quite outgoing! He wields a greatsword too—maybe he can train with me as the suanni’s tail? Of course, I wouldn’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want; I'm sure he's already busy! It would just be nice to have a wushou partner for once.

About Xinyan: I managed to catch one of Xinyan's performances when I had some free time after work. There weren’t many people in the audience, but her music was so energetic it completely made up for the quieter atmosphere. Originally, I was thinking about asking her to join our lion dance troupe as a drummer, but I’m glad to hear she's made a name for herself since then! I should properly introduce myself sometime!

About Zhongli: He once asked me whether I've heard about the legend of the solitary suanni after one of Iron Tongue Tian's stories. When I said yes, he launched into a really detailed discussion of Chenyu Vale's local belief system, and even told me some stories I haven't heard about a carp adeptus. It's amazing that he has so much knowledge on all sorts of folklore, as a funeral consultant no less!

About Xianyun: ... Who? im sorry i was going to put something about the adepti here but gave up trying to think of something and now it's just a joke line. suggestions welcome tho 🫶

About Yelan: Ah, that lady—sometimes I see her lingering around Yanshang Teahouse. They place regular orders of tea leaves from Yilong Wharf. She's very polite and even petted Man Chai once or twice, although I feel like there's more to her than meets the eye... well, business is business, and they've never caused any trouble for Sword and Strongbox, so whatever she does isn't much of a concern to me.

very long notes:

generally i feel like what's mentioned in chara voicelines tend to have a lot less substance than the actual relationship, so in my head some of them are closer w gaming than i wrote.

always welcoming suggestions!!!!! PLEASE share the brainrot with me i'm dying here OTL please please.

i'd like to write an "about xingqiu" but i bully my richboy son and he's already had like 12 other people comment on him in canon it's fine if ga-ming doesn't know him

everything's just for fun etc etc. don't take it too seriously

watch all of these be completely wrong!!!

similarly if any of these end up being right, i will SCREAM

the only ones i really really want to happen are with yun jin and xiao if they don't have voicelines i'll die

senior xiao comes from my headcanon (copium) that they'll keep the mentor disciple relationship (?) from that one concept art if you know you know. it also comes from this absolutely delicious fic

[thepixelelf]

that daeyeol mystery-solving ghost speaker with the ghost reader that one person made a poster for a while back? i don't remember if you already wrote that but it sounded cool

Ohhhh the fic that came to Bee @runawayfuture in a dream??

warnings: mentions of non specific death and murder

[speaker with the dead] When you go into CardSharp, it's much brighter than you expected. After all, hearing about a place that lets you talk to the dead doesn't exactly evoke images of trendy moss walls and chai lattes.

A combination café and séance business...strange, but you suppose there's a market for anything these days.

There's no one at the counter, but you see a silver service bell and a cutely decorated note next to it that reads, Welcome! Ring the bell to order!

Beneath the plain black ink, though, more words glow in a way you're sure only people like you can see.

To communicate with the living, enter through the door to the right ->

And so you do.

There's no one in this room either, which still isn't really as dark as you'd expect a room expressly for beyond-the-grave communication to be. It looks like a regular old break room. Two small couches with a coffee table in between, and a folding table to the side with an electric kettle plugged into the wall, some paper cups stacked next to it.

From a side door, a tall man enters. His hair is grey, but you suspect it's been dyed that way, since he looks around the same age you are. Were.

He spots you immediately, brows furrowed as he glances between you and the door you just came through.

"I'm sorry," he says calmly, in a please don't take this the wrong way kind of tone. "This room is off-limits to customers."

You cross your arms. "So you really are the real deal."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought those guys were totally yanking my metaphorical chains when they told me about you."

The man's confusion only deepens. "I don't know what you..."

"You're Lee Daeyeol, right?" you ask.

"Yes, but—"

"I heard you can talk to the dead."

He sighs through his nose, seemingly done with you walking in like you own the place. "Yes, I can. That doesn't mean you can just—"

"I didn't believe them at first, but now I do. It's obviously true. You're talking to me." You jut your thumb from your fist to point at yourself. "And I'm dead."

Daeyeol's jaw drops. For a few moments, neither of you speak, and the air is stale with silence.

Then he says, "You don't look dead."

"And you don't look like a shaman." You nod towards his t-shirt and cargo pants. "Why do you look so surprised? Don't ghosts come through here all the time?"

"I don't usually see them. Or hear them, either."

"What?" You cross your arms. "You literally said you can talk to the dead."

He frowns. "I can. Anyone can, there just needs to be a ghost around to listen. They just don't talk back."

"Then how do you know what they're saying?"

"I use cards to— you know what, that's not important." He takes in a deep breath. "How the hell can I see you right now?"

You scoff. "So you're saying you can't normally see ghosts? You've got to be the worst 'seer' in history."

He glares at you, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. It's not scary, really, but more curious. Like you're something in a petri dish under a microscope.

"Listen," you speak up, making him meet your eyes. "I came here because you apparently help ghosts move on to the afterlife or whatever."

He shrugs. "I try. What's keeping you here?"

"I'm not sure. My memories are foggy."

"That's not very helpful."

You give him a shrug of your own. "Well, I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"I was murdered."

Daeyeol's mouth drops open once again, and the sight is almost comical enough to make you laugh. And when he finally speaks after another prolonged silence, his words actually do cause you to chuckle.

He slowly closes his mouth before saying, "You don't look murdered."

[gautiersylvain]

i was tagged by @chloefrazer to answer these questions for one of my ocs! i filled this out for vati, my bg3 oath of vengeance paladin

i'm tagging @bhaalbabe, @kirkwall, @zahra-hydris and anyone else that wants to do this 💃

ANIMALS

bengal tiger, caracal, gray wolf, blackbuck

COLOR

burgundy, charcoal, eggshell, marigold, ochre, opal, sage, tuscan red

MONTH

september (the transition from summer to fall) - the days are still long and the sun still warm on your skin, but the leaves are changing colors and you know it's only a matter of time until autumn arrives in earnest. savor the transition, the reliability of the seasons, for all things must end but so too they will begin again.

SONGS

daylight - david kushner (try to follow your light, but it's nighttime, please don't leave me in the end) king - florence + the machine (i am no mother, i am no bride, i am king) the horror and the wild - the amazing devil (witness me, old man, i am the Wild)

NUMBER

4

PLANTS

acacia arabica, dendrobium, snakeroot, jasmine, cardamom

SMELLS

campfire, myrrh, saffron, citron, rosemary

GEMSTONE

rose quartz

TIME OF DAY

sunset

SEASON

fall

PLACES

the beach, the elfsong tavern, wherever astarion is

FOOD

bhindi masala, samosas, omelettes, biryani

DRINKS

rose milk, fresh fruit juice, noon chai, lemonade

ELEMENT

earth

SEASONINGS

cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, cardamom

SKY

sunset, a kaleidoscope of colors from inky black to vivid yellows, reds, and pinks. the kind of transition from day to night that takes your breath away

WEATHER

mist

MAGICAL POWER

crusader's mantle - radiate a holy power that emboldens nearby allies, their weapon attacks deal an additional 1d4 radiant damage

WEAPONS

the blood of lathander, shield of devotion, radiant light

CANDY/DESSERTS

anything fried and/or sugary - jalebi, labanga latika, malpua, phirni, panipuri

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL

horseback, she learned to ride at a young age and feels at home in a saddle

ART STYLE

rococo

FEAR

abandonment, loved ones voluntarily leaving her. loss, loved ones dying and being unable to stop it. loss of control, loss of bodily autonomy. being emotionally vulnerable.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE

one of the erinyes, ancient greek chthonic deities of vengeance

PIECE OF STATIONARY

a piece of parchment, elegant script becoming more sloppy down the page, ripped out of a notebook to burn in the fire

THREE EMOJIS

🐴🛡️🌟

CELESTIAL BODY

polaris, the north star - a constant, steady presence in the sky, helping the lost find their way

[mistydeyes]

HI. i would like a mw2 pairing please !! this is the first request of my tumblr career 😱😱, so i dunno how to get into this but here we go🫶

i’m a little over five feet and a very shy extrovert. like i’m really shy when talking to new people but rlly energetic around friends. i’m a girl w/ brown hair and eyes.

i love to play games like cod and choice driven games. i play xbox and pc! i listen to music like lana, matt maltese, amy winehouse❤️, & arctic monkeys.

i want to major in poli sci and pursue something in the field of law

my type would be someone who can comfort, provide reassurance, and who i can confide in and tell them anything w/o being judged. also maybe have some of the same interests but not a requirement!

sorry if this is too much idk!!! i tried to condense it a bit. tysm, love ur works!

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

a/n welcome to tumblr! thanks for requesting <33

How you met: Civilian You smoothed out your apron as you opened up the coffee shop. You had been working here part time while you studied to go to law school. All of the coffee grinds under your nails would be worth it. It was a slow morning as a few regulars trickled in. Seeing that everyone was settled, you took this time to study for the LSATs. As you concentrated on a logic reasoning question, you heard a voice say “the answer to that one is B.” Your surprise was met by a man who wore a soft looking sweater and jeans. He smiled at you as you went to check the answer key. When you finally reached the page, you saw that he was right! “Thank you, I always hate those,” you said as you looked up to him, “What can I get you today?” “Just an iced chai, please,” he spoke softly and gave you another charming smile. “Coming right up!” you replied and quickly prepared his order. Once you finished, you brought it to him as he was now seated at one of the window seats. “Thanks, love,” he said as he stared at you with his deep brown eyes, “mind if I get a side of cream and possibly your number?” You blushed in response but saw no harm in it as you returned with a small cup of cream and your number scribbled on a napkin.

A peek into your relationship: You wondered where you were heading as Gaz lead you through the streets of London. He held your hand in his as you pestered him with questions. All he said was to take off of work and cancel study prep for a surprise date. He even bought you a cream dress adorned with delicately painted strawberries and cherries. After two years of dating, you trusted your boyfriend as he knew how hard you had been studying and prepping for law school. However, you were dying to know what was in store for the day, Finally, it clicked when you saw the signs of BST Hyde Park. You stopped in your tracks as the pieces began to fall into place. “Kyle, is this what I think it is?” you asked as he turned to face you. “Thought it was time you took a break and heard some live music,” he replied and kissed your cheek. “I also heard that Lana del Ray was in London.” Now, you were the one leading the way as you entered the queue. Hundreds of fans stood around but you were definitely the most excited fan there. You showered Gaz in kisses as you waited. “You really are the best boyfriend,” you beamed at him. A small blush rose to his cheeks and he held you tight. “Anything for you, darling,” he responded before placing a protective arm around your shoulders. That day, Gaz’s camera roll was filled with videos of you singing to Lana as well as many new favorite photos of you both.

[cantfightmoonlight]

"It's your life, man. Have all the vices you'd like," Chai offered up with an eased grin. Once that just as quickly faded into a sigh as he leaned forwards in the chair he had been previously leaning against. His fingers reaching up to comb their way back through his hair. "It's not about trust. It's about..." He trailed off, knowing that it was futile to say that he didn't want Efe of all people to perceive him any differently. He knew that would be inevitable whether either of them wanted to or not. But, maybe, in part, it would be a good thing. Maybe Efe would be better off knowing that Chai was far from the 'helpless human' everyone liked to pin him as, just as he knew Efe was far from that image himself. "I may not have grown up here like you did, but I always knew supernaturals existed. My, um, my family were hunters and I, in turn, was a hunter myself, for a little while. I was raised to be one anyhow. It's why I left and came here. I made a choice back when I was seventeen which didn't align with the same views my parents shared and I've been hiding out here ever since. So, now you know... And oh please. I'm pretty sure Mrs. Umukoro is hardly my biggest fan. Not that I could really blame her. I've never been all too great with parents."

"You're not in the way," Chai told him point blank. "What you told me wasn't stupid and, while I appreciate what you're trying to do here, I didn't ask you to and I highly doubt Anna did either. You don't have to worry about my relationship, Efetobo. That's not on you. That's on me and, as sexy as you are, I promise you, I have no plans on jumping you in your bedroom, okay? Or cheating on my girlfriend. So, can we just, I don't know, relax? Hang out? Not let the fact that I'm in a relationship make things awkward now between us? And I'm aware of how Reese is. But, I also know she cares about you and, as hotheaded as she can be, if anyone could get her out of there, it would be you. And I mean what it sounds like. I've taken lives before and I haven't been save people I care about either. Comes with the whole ex-hunter territory. It's why dying doesn't scare me. But, I can't have the two of your lives on my hands, knowing that you could have gotten out, but chose to die for me? I'm not worth that."

Efe smiled, shaking his head. "I mean, come on. I don't smoke. Or really drink. I eat my vegetables. Don't I get at least one vice, man?" A weak shrug followed, the edges of easy, joking camaraderie, held back by fatigue. Still, as Chai continued, Efe furrowed up his brow. "What is it? You know you can trust me, right?" Clearing his throat, Efe crosse his arms, stretching his neck. "Yeah, okay. You try going around making people test their fire alarms when they got your arms hanging up on the wall. Fat load of good it did me too. I had a pretty dull summer until everything went to hell," he grimaced, but it soon turned into a cheekier grin. "What? You got something to say about my mom's face?"

The smile faltered, and Efe allowed a heavier expression to spread across his features. He knit his brow. "I know we're not. It's not you. I'm not trying to imply anything. Like, I just don't want to get in the way," he explained. A rough hand rubbed his forehead. "Come on, Rune. I'm happy for you. Really. I want the best for you. But it's not that you just happen to be dating someone. I made a big stupid confession a few months ago. I'm just trying to be respectful. Of you. And of Anna." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Reese doesn't listen to anything I say. And next time, I'll have crew and equipment. But hey, I've not been doing so great at the rescuing thing lately anyway. Everything's kind of just going wrong. But what do you mean 'too?'"

[fishy-xp]

KinnPorsche Ep 11 Brain Rot

I only have one thought

Arm moving aside to let Pol share the chair with him.

The End. Goodbye, see you in a week.

PSYCHE, THIS EPISODE WAS OFF THE WALLS BATSHIT INSANE

The first VP scene ohmygod, the tattoo, the swearing, the pet names. I need Vegas saying 'what a load of bullshit' injected into my bloodstream

Pete giving in as soon as his grandma is brought in is so touching. He obviously loves deeply and will do anything for the people he trusts (e.g. Porsche, his grandma, soon to be Vegas). Having to pretend that everything is fine when nothing is not will always be one of the most devastating tropes.

Something about Vegas playing with Pete's face and hair whilst asking 'who's a good boy' and then pushing his face away like it means nothing GETS ME RILED UP.

Chan having to be there for all the family meetings and listening to their dumbassery is hilarious but did he have to have his gun out like he was about to shoot Porsche on sight. Please daddy, give him a break.

Tankhun saying 'my Kinn' and Kinn being all shy, this is the sibling content we need.

Pol writes Kinn x Porsche fanfic and Arm reads that fanfic, no I don't take critism. Also I don't know if it was just the translation but 'Daddy wants a breakup' I AM CREASING

Safehouse my ass, you mean safemansion

HEDGEHOG HEDGEHOG HEDGEHOG HEDGEHOG

HE CALLS IT BUDDY

Porschay's snoopy hoodie is the peak of fashion, Tankhun's entire wardrobe is crying

I want so badly for Porschay to be lonely around the major family compound because everyone there is a solid ten years older than him and then he bumps into Macau and they become friends and Kim and Tankhun are rolling in their graves because this is the forbidden Romeo and Juliet.

I have a feeeling after their parents died, Porschay had nightmares about it and this time they included Porsche also dying. He probably woke up screaming and crying for Porsche. Porsche rushes in to comfort him, telling him that he's right here and that he will not leave Porschay no matter what. So when they hug, Porsche says it again to remind Chay that he's right here in front of him, he'll be here when the nightmare is over because it's not real, it's only just a dream and Porsche is alive.

I don't care about novel TimeTay, show TimeTay are the most wholesome sexy ass couple and until something happens, I will continue to ship and enjoy them, go argue with a wall.

The way Tankhun introduces himself is top tier

This has been on my mind since Ep 7 but Vegas looks like a really good kisser

Pete's therapy session puts a lot of things into perspective for Vegas. Not only does it provide some comfort for him and make him realise he's acheiving the unachievable because the fault doesn't lie with him, but his father, but it also directly attacks Vegas as Pete is telling him 'you're hurting me, because you can't hurt anything else.' It takes major balls to say that to the guy who has you in chains, has anger issues and has fried your nuts off but it had to be said. It's a very interesting dynamic where the abused becomes the abuser, and then they meet an abused who becomes a protector.

Okay I am not the biggest KimChay enthusiast but Porschay's characterisation has intrigued me. He is the soft, wholesome baby but he is by no means naive or weak. He fought back against those kidnappers, had the balls to ask his idol to be his guitar tutor and also confess, told off Porsche for working in an danger job and confronted Kim about his lies. Porschay is a lot more capable then I intially thought and that is why I think we should give him a gun and see what happens. Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

Kim Kimhan Theerapanyakul, you may be the most beautiful man I've ever seen but you've committed a crime against humanity and you will be eliminated.

So when KP were kissing in the helicopter, I was like lol are they going to fuck in the helicopter as a joke, cut to Porsche giving Kinn the gwak gwak 3000 and I ASCENDED

Vegas' pyjamas <3333333

[madelineserenity]

Random Reaper Nurse Headcanons that Nobody Asked For

• They're the definition of gay idiots. They get so excited to meet female mortals. It sounds cute, but the Matron is so FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT

• Reaper Nurse 1: "Fuck she's so adorable! I wanna pinch her little squishy blushing cheeks so bad! >///< Can you please please pleeease cover for me just one time so Matron doesn't know I'm gone so I can dance for her? Pretty please?"

Reaper Nurse 2: "I covered for you last time and she went and tried to take the shards anyway, (ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉʳ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉⁿᵗⁱᶜᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ), so YOU should cover for ME."

• Matron does, indeed, know.

• (hyperventilating into her bag) "Shit... does she look like a peppermint or chai or black or do you think she likes coffee?!?" "Nah, nah she looks like a rose petal sorta sweetheart."

• They panic so much about everything. Cut your hand while cooking? You'll be hooked up to a heart monitor, have bandages wrapped from the tips of every finger to your shoulder and Matron will 100% be told that you're dying. Sneezing from a pollen allergy? They'll run around removing every vase in the entire hospital, scrub themselves raw before coming near you if they've been outside or near any exits and they'll buy you an air purifier.

• Very strict standards. Not for you - but for how they interact with you. Barely tugging while brushing your bird's nest? She'll be reprimanded and the *very important* duty will be assigned to someone more appropriate. And no, you are not doing it yourself <3

• Matron threatens to beat them senseless for more serious transgressions. It's one of the many reasons they panic a lot. It's mainly just because they're gay idiots, though.

• Matron doesn't take these promises lightly, however. Sometimes you'll be left wondering where (insert nurse here) went. ("She'll be back soon" is the only answer you'll get if you ask)

• Attempting to lift your pinky while ill or hurt? Unacceptable. You'll be waited on hand and foot. This includes: being bathed, (your objections will be ignored, your discomfort about the situation will be soothed away), having your hair plaited for bed, (if your hair is too short for plaiting or if you don't have any, they'll put a little beanie on you and coo at how adorable you are in it), being swaddled in your blankets, and they will insist on spoon-feeding you. No objections <3

• They're entirely prepared for a man(woman?)hunt and an escape attempt if you need anything to do with needles, (blood draws, IVs, shots etc.) regardless of whether or not you seem to be trypanophobic. Afterwards the bandaid will be peppered with kisses to help the injection site feel better.

• There's two ways to interpret this: You're sitting there kinda confused as an apron of nurses are whispering comforting words into your ears and cuddling you while you're getting your blood drawn.

• Or: You're swaddled in fluffy blankets, trying (and failing) to kick and squeal your way out, having your tears kissed away and getting your back rubbed while your arm is being cleaned for your flu shot.

• They have a big pot in their station where they've made a fairy garden. Even you aren't allowed to know. They think it's childish. It's the only thing Matron doesn't know.

• They have a huge dormitory they all share. They have curtains they can pull around their beds for a little privacy.

• There's always one who starts giggling after lights out while everyone else is peacefully lying there waiting for sleep to consume them. It's a different person each night. The giggling is very contagious and quickly spreads around the room. After everyone has finally calmed down, pillows stained with tears of laughter and chest pains, it'll only be a matter of time before the chuckling starts again from another bed.

[supernatural-bias]

IMAGINE MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FOR THE HETALIA CHARACTERS /SUPER POS

Germany

Stubborn and grumpy, but eventually gives in. Would much rather be preparing his troops or spending time eating potato's, yet you still end up sitting down and braiding strands of yarn together. Occasionally he mumbles the words "frivolous" or "stupid" underneath his breath but you both know he's having fun

Italy

He's probably the one who asked you, to be honest. And as a little thought that just popped up in my head, the squinty eyed Italian would probably makes you a bracelet out of half baked spaghetti at one point pFT-

Japan

Is a pro at making bracelets and no one knows why. Seriously though, you end up having a intricately braided and colored charm by the end of the day. Looks store bought!

America

"Awh really dudette? I just knew I was your bff!" "America stop hugging me! I cant breath!" "We're going to have so much fun bro! I'll make yours out of red, white and blue so that way everyone knows you're my sidekick! This is the best!" "Cant. Talk. Loosing. Air. Please. Help" "Oops! Sorry haha!" [*sounds of dying (Y/n)*]

Britian

You have to drag him away from his tea and garbag- I mean food to rope the stiff brit into your schemes. At one point you almost have to tie him down into the chai just so that he would stay still. But after he gets the hang of it, Britian will do his best to make his little poppet proud!

(I could probably make a bracelet out of the amount of hair on your eyebrows alone haha!"

"(Y/n), I love you, but you've ben spending too much time with France.")

France

Giggles like the baguette he is the entire time. Sexual innuendos are tossed here and there, as are teasing pokes in the side of the ribs and tickle fights. France is honestly just relived to get away from "being fabulous all day!" as he calls it

Russia

The absolute fucking best at being quiet and making jewelry. They always turn out as sunflowers though...

China

Mans fucking builds a whole ass town out of yarn by the time you get done with your first bracelet. We've seen him in a action before and I am not afraid to say that he builds you a fucking cottage in five minutes.

Canada

Doesn't do it with you. Makes you waffles and cuddles with you instead while you make him a maple leaf charm instead. Just happy that you don't see through him :>

Romano

His stubborn ass wont admit it, but he's already made you one of them Has it stashed away in the bottom of his dresser since last month. (Italy ended up finding a while ago and he had to bribe him with homemade pasta to keep his little brothers mouth shut)

Austria

"Zis is ridiculous! I have a piano solo to be practizing right now!" "Oh come onnnn Austria! Loosen up for once! Thís'll be fun! I know you want to!" [*grumbles reluctantly in hard-ass*]

[gingersnapwolves]

Kouri watches Kinnporsche, episode 7

Well this is an abrupt tonal shift

Just leave the grenade there, okay! Excellent idea

of COURSE Vegas has a torture briefcase

Kinn, I have unfortunate news for you: it’s impossible to look threatening while wearing a hospital johnny on a zoom call

“Competitions make us stronger” yeah working together would also make you stronger, that is some bullshit

Vegas’ face when he realizes Porsche brought the others with him pfffft

MTV Cribs: Vegas

Kinn: Oh, sorry, I forgot I wasn’t allowed to be a human being

Porchay: Panic! In front of the cute boy

OMG all of you need to slow your roll! First Vegas giving Porsche a motorcycle and now Kim giving Chay a guitar! Calm down!

Hahahahaha Chay’s little shrine I’m dying, yes I too would have locked that door

Kim stay focused! This is not the interrogation you had in mind

Porsche please don’t take Vegas’ word on anything. You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb.

Me and my lucky gun~

asdlkgjlhskdjhfla love how it was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for Vegas to throw himself on top of Porsche

That fight was hot

Porsche and Vegas have good chemistry, I’m just saying

Pete calling Kinn like “red alert! He’s hitting on your man!” is so fucking funny

Ooh that was a nice slap

Really feels like you two should’ve had a conversation before the sex but sure, if we wanted emotionally healthy communication we’d be watching Bad Buddy

[marellytalks]

currently just working on updates but something grabbed my thoughts and wouldn't let go.

Chay is always the good, adorable kid? Who once dyed his hair purple and almost took some pills and drank? but that was it?

I don't think he got any further with Kim other than hugs and hand-holding but he's at the pool one morning with Porsche and all the guards are doing that diving with hands tied behind them exercise and the sight of their muscles gleaming as they writhed and it awakens Hoe!Chay

some little bit of hoe!chay underneath here so if its in't your thing,

please dont go any further

yall duly warned

dont come for my throat

What if he suddenly looks at all guards around him and thinks it's a buffet and maybe he could be the village bicycle

but any ways he goes around seducing some of them for fun and he succeeds with everyone because he uses his doe eyes like a weapon and his smiles as ammunition

nights tutoring with Arm turns into make out session , climbing Pol like a ladder because that man is tall like tree, being pressed into the gun booth because he asked Big for some information on gun handling and sitting on the kitchen counter in the guards room with Chan between his thighs because he was carried to sit up there before being kissed thoroughly

until something happens one day, maybe another kidnapping or drive by shooting, and to Kinn's surprise, he saw Chan knocking on Chay's door and him hugging the breath out of Chay the moment the door opens and he catches Chay on Chan's lap, being comforted after being terrified and Chan is horrified that Kinn saw them but does not react because he does not want Chay to be further upset so he just shifts a little bit so Chay didn't see Kinn at the door so Kinn leaves quietly.

Chan apologises and offers his resignation but Kinn didn't accept because Chan was an exemplary staff so he decided that he will let it rest.

And then another day he goes to Miss Erica's booth to get his gun cleaned and get a new one and he wonders why Ms Erica is acting sus but he's allowed to go in anyway and he sees Chay straddling Arm's lap , tongues down each other throat.

So Arm is also another exemplary staff and he has not failed in his duties so he slowly reverses his steps and bumped into Ms Erica and she says it's been two months and she's never seen Arm this happy and lively before.

and the final straw is Khun coming up to him, quiet and subdued , requesting for a private meeting and Kinn has never see him like this before before Khun shows Kinn what was being recorded on the cameras, which Kinn was informed nobody else have access. It shows a clear clip of Pol and Chay in the water, Pol is topless , Chay is stuck like a leech to Pol's chest and Kinn grimaces at the image but it remind him of all that time when he and Porsche had jumped into the pool to escape being detected.

"What should we do? What if Kim knows about this?"

"Kim broke his heart. He has no say. I don't think we should do anything about this. Anyway, while all this was going on, I saw no lapse in their work and they were even more vigilant. But if somebody gets hurt , we will step in."

This also reminds me of the question that Chay has for him all those months ago and it struck him as odd, Chay had asked ,

"P'kinn, can I date the guards?"

Guards, indeed.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mind The Gap: One

Summary: In an age of Heroes, there's always one more Villain. Can Shang- Chi handle his girlfriend needing to walk a Hero's Journey of her own? And how will he handle the two of you not being the only "people" in your relationship?

“Where are you?”

“I’m safe- well. Relatively speaking.”

“Y/N-” He tightened his grip on the phone like it was a life line. Like if he clung on hard enough, he could find you somehow.

“I promise to explain it all when I get back,” you say slowly, in what you hope is a relaxed tone of voice. It’s a little had to do with a desert Eagle pointed directly at your nose but for Shang-Chi, to keep him out of this you’d try.

“Please,” he whispered. He could hear the difference in your tone. It wasn’t your usual easy going voice. The one that filled him with a sense of calm. There was a sharpness. And under current he’d only heard once before. And it made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Tell Katy I’m sorry I have to miss Karaoke night,” you try, hoping to break his concentration. “I have to go, I love you.”

And before he can get anything else out, the line goes dead. The line goes dead and he can feel a hollow ache in his chest. One that tells him you’re in trouble. Big trouble. And without being able to keep you on the phone, there’s no telling where you went.

“She’s smart,” Xialing said frowning. “Either she’s done this before or she was warned. But we couldn’t get a fix on her.”

“She’s an archive,” Shang Chi said, trying not to sound bitter, “Smart is an understatement.” He folded his arms and looked over Xailing’s shoulder frowning. There had to be a pattern. Something had to make sense. You were a creature of habit. Very particular habits. When you ate and when you slept was a strict schedule. And on the run you’d be trying to hold on to something… Unless that was all part of your cover, too.

“What happens if-”

Shang- Chi felt his head jerk up and his eyes narrow, making Katy flinch reflexively, “If we can’t find her?” he finished.

Katy nodded hesitantly and he exhaled slowly trying to rein in his temper, “I don’t know, but it can’t be good.”

____

You toss your phone away carelessly and listen to the sound of a heavy boot crushing it under heel and scattering the pieces. But still, you don’t look away from the man pointing a gun at you.

“Not bad for a librarian… A little on the nose don’t you think?” he scoffed.

You force yourself into a nonchalant shrug and smile a little, “The best place to hide is in plain sight. At least some of the time.”

And that’s the last thing you managed to get out before that Desert Eagle cracked across the side of your face, sending you into the dark once more.

________

Wenwu watched his son pace, trying to stem the tide of panic. Your phone had gone from ringing out to nothing. Straight to voice mail.

“You got me, leave a message. Or don’t. Whatever.”

“Does she have enemies?”

Shang-Chi exhaled slowly and took a deep breath, “None. At least none that I know about. She avoided the snap but… There’s a bit of time before she wound up in the City she doesn’t really talk about.”

“So she could have enemies?”

He stopped and carded his fingers through his hair, “If not enemies because of who she is then… maybe because of what she is.”

“What she is?”

Shang Chi nodded reluctantly. He wasn’t even sure he completely understood. He only knew that your brother had warned him. Told him that there were things you could do that were… rare. That might attract attention. And he wasn’t sure if he could share that information. Even if it might bring you home. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. For all he knew you could be dying. You could be dead and it could already be too late. But if there was a chance… No matter how small, he could take your anger. He could take you never speaking to him again. As long as he knew you were alive.

She’s an- an Archive,” he said slowly. “At least. That’s what the world knows them as now, I guess.”

He watched in apprehension as he saw his Father’s eyes widen in understanding and it was clear that he’d met, or at least heard of the Archives before.

“What does she hold?” he asked, seriously.

“Secrets. Things that are hidden.”

Even as Shang-Chi heard himself say the words, he knew he didn’t understand, not really. That had been what your Brother had told him. Quickly. Quietly. While you were distracted with a tea kettle and getting out the mugs. And even his most intense searches could turn up no information.

“Secrets?” Wenwu repeated, “Such as?”

And all Shang-Chi could do was shrug. He’d seen you at work. Your fingers brushing the spines of books. Tenderly. Almost lovingly. And he’d thought that it was cute. That it was an extension of your curiosity. A love of knowing. He thought of the way you’d told him once that Libraries were where you felt at home. Where you felt safe. He thought of the evenings when he came to walk you home. The serenity in the security lights. The way you smiled at him. And his chest throbbed. The secrets you knew probably didn’t include any martial arts.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, leaning heavily against the table, hanging his head. “The only information I have came second hand from her brother. And even then, he only told me that she isn’t human. At least not all human.”

He didn’t like to think about it. And he didn’t like to think about the distance he tried to put between you when he found out. Or how that distance had lead him here. The reaction that had made you avoid coming to him for help. He felt the hand on the back of his neck. But it didn’t register. Not really. In the back of his head, he could hear you. A casual fact. Things about Aliester Crowley. Or Agrippa. Or the Knights Templar.

You’d always written off questions about it as being a weird kid. Or by reminding people that you had a doctorate in Anthropology. But it wasn’t… It never felt like that. It felt like you had just… said it.

Shang Chi didn’t need to be looking at his father to know he was frowning. Thinking. “If we can’t get to her, I need to try to call her brother.”

“What is her brother?”

“An engineer,” Shang Chi said smiling a little. And a former Marine. But he was going to keep that to himself. He had a hunch that your best chance wasn’t going to involve his Father going on a recruiting mission simultaneously.

Wenwu’s frown deepened but he nodded as he watched his son pull a card from his wallet and dial the number.

“Kai-”

“We have a problem,” Shang Chi said quickly, “Y/N is missing.”

“Missing missing or went camping for a couple days?”

“Missing, Missing,” he clarified, “I got a phone call an hour ago and she hung up before we could trace it.”

“Let me call you back-”

And the line went dead before he could say more. “Shit,” he hissed. He wasn’t sure what Pandora’s box had been opened with that phone call. And he hated bumbling around in the dark. He hated not knowing if you were safe. If you were hurt.

“He said he’d call back,” Katy said helpfully, “Maybe he’s calling family.”

“I don’t know if there’s any family to call,” he said pinching the bridge of his nose. He could kick himself for not pressing you for answers. He hadn’t because he’d not been prepared to give you any. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to drag you into his life but. It was looking more and more like he might not have any choice.

When the phone in his hand rang he almost dropped it and had to fumble with it for a second before he could answer, “Kai-”

“I’m assuming you aren’t alone,” the other man said shortly, “I’ll text you the coordinates. Get there as quickly as you can. I’m not sure if we’re going to extract her or clean up the mess. Those idiots have a tiger by the tail and they don’t even know it.”

The call ended and all Shang-Chi could do was stare at the phone for a second, “What the fu-”

“Y/N,” Katy demanded, “Our Y/N? The dirty chai loving, vintage wearing Y/N that cried for 30 minutes at the end of the brave little toaster?”

“Evidently-” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Does anyone else here have a secret badass origin story?” she yelped, “What the hell?”

_________

The coordinates were, So far as anyone could tell, in the middle of nothing. A waste land of tall grass and trails left by herds of cattle in Montana.

But, even without asking he knew he was in the right place. There was a palpable sense of… mayhem in the air. Like the feeling before a nasty storm. Rising anxiety and energy crackling on the wind. Everyone was affected and everyone was quiet.

It wasn’t until they got closer that Shang-Chi and Katy could pick Kai out of the small knot of people. And it was something of a comfort that he looked relaxed. Or at least unconcerned.

“Hey,” Kai said taking a slow drag off his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the sky. He didn’t seem the least Perturbed that Shang-Chi hadn’t come alone. Or that they were all dressed for a fight.

“What-”

“We’re waiting,” Kai said shrugging. “She’s got to take the vortex apart. Then we mop up whatever comes out of it.”

Almost on cue, a Motor Cycle comes roaring over the flat ground as an explosion rattled the ground beneath their feet. “2 hell hounds and at least a baker's dozen in demons, grades 4 to 2.” The words sound like they're coming from you but. You don’t look like you. Skin coated in soot and eyes shining like silver in moonlight. It makes Shang-chi want to shake you.

“Y/N-” He starts, but when you look at him, he doesn’t know what to say. Or where to start.

“You’ll know what it is when you see it,” you say, spitting a mouthful of blood into the grass. “Take it down quickly. Headshots. If it doesn’t go down run for me. Demons don’t play. And, I make better bait. The rest of you are kinda like designer purses. Nice to have but ultimately disposable.”

“Is the vortex closed?” Kai asked grinding the cigarette out with his heel.

“With half the Golden Dagger on the other side of it. Everyone else scattered before I could get anything else for Lea.”

And then there wasn’t time for you to answer anything else. As the small hoard surged into the open field, Kai almost lazily tossed you the other sword he’d had strapped across his back and it was all a blur.

You were a blur. Almost preternaturally fast as you dismembered the bodies that hurtled towards you. It wasn’t until the last demon crackled on the fire that you crumpled like paper, sagging heavily against Shang-Chi who had made his way to your side.

“Shi-” he caught you, if only just. The dead weight taking him by surprise. And the warmth of the blood running over his hands. He could only gasp before the rest of Kai’s team descended like a plague of helpful locusts, loading you quickly onto the nearest stretcher and starting to try and repair the damage.

“I wonder how long she was out,” Kai mused, lighting another cigarette. “Or if she remembers anything. She doesn’t always.”

Shang- Chi opened his mouth to ask, wiping blood off his lip with the back of his hand, but Kai only shook his head. “She told you she’d explain. Let her do it.”

“Will she be okay?” He heard himself ask, but as he watched you loaded into a helicopter, nothing felt real. He’d just watched you dismember a demon. You’d looked at him… But hadn’t seen him. You didn’t look at him like you even knew who he was.

“She will,” Kai answered, looking at him sympathetically. “It takes time… but. The Archive has a vested interest in keeping her alive.”

____________

“Hey.”

“You look like hell.”

“Gee thanks,” you sigh, wincing as you try and sit up straighter. “You should see the other guy.”

“I did,” he said. And he can’t stop the frown when he looks down at your hands. They’re clean now. No trace of the black blood you’d been coated in. You looked like you. Your eyes were the same color that they’d always been.

“I’m sorry that I lied,” you tell him. “That I didn’t come clean when you came back from Ta-lo with Katy. I just… I guess I was still holding out hope that I could be normal.” You look away from him, taking a deep breath. “Becoming an Archive… I always hoped it wouldn’t be me. And then it was. And it was… it was a blessing and a curse.”

“You weren’t born an Archive?”

You shake your head and exhale slowly, “I was born a witch. If Lea and my grandmother can be believed, the most powerful witch born into this family in 400 years. I became An Archive when I was 12.” You swallow hard and take the hand that reaches for yours. “It- I remember the pain. I don’t remember much from before. I remember smoke and screaming. And I remember… I remember hunters and- and- when I woke up I was here.”

Shang-Chi squeezed your hand and reached up to touch your cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb. He’d been ready to be angry. He’d been hurt. But now all he wanted was to pull you closer. “The scars on your back-”

“I’ve been told it’s best that I don’t know,” you murmur. “Lea- She knows but.” You stop and take another deep breath.

For a moment, there is silence. It stretches out around the two of you while Shang-Chi digests those pieces of information and you try to try to put together a coherent explanation. Beyond the door, you can hear voices mingling in the kitchen. Katy. Kai. Lea. Wenwu. Xialing. Cousins. Your Grandmother. Both familiar and strange.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Shang- Chi asked quietly.

“Calling you… I know I told you I’d explain I just- I don’t know how.”

Shang-Chi smiles a little, “It’s probably harder given there’s a lot you don’t remember.”

“A little,” you murmur. “Sometimes, the Archive condescends to tell me what they’ve been doing with my body but other times? It feels a little like waking up from closing down the Karaoke bar.”

“How much time are you missing now?”

“A day. Maybe two. I’m not sure.”

“What’s the longest time span you don’t remember?”

“Close to a year,” you sigh. “If my physical body is in danger, The Archive will take the driver’s seat until the danger has passed OR It’s deemed that I can handle it on my own… Now that I’m older and I’ve grown into the powers I was given I spend a lot more time driving.”

“Even when you’re with me?”

“The Archive seems to think it can trust you. Though if it’s just with my physical body or with the things we know I’m not sure. Sometimes it views those things as one and the same.”

“Do you- I mean. When we’re alone?”

“You mean when we’re having sex?” The blush that blooms over his cheeks makes you smile a little. “I mean. The Archive lives in my head. Sometimes it has notes though… I don’t know how it would know-”

“Notes?”

You nod and roll your eyes. And even if he’s confused and a little offended, he can’t help but chuckle, “What kind of notes?”

“Ugh-” you groan, “No. We’re not humoring the freeloader in my head.”

[pandasized-crevice]

MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSCHE EP 14 THOUGHTS

are y’all freaking ready cus I’m not😭

back at the house okok

Ig after he remembers he’ll go get Korns headass?

Vegas looks so innocent and sweet just then

As you should protect pete!!!!

OH PORSCHE IS REMEMBERING

Baby chay!! 🥺so cute

PHOENIX TATTOO ORGINS

Bitch im gonna cry DEADASS

OH WE THERE THE WHOLE TIME🕴🏻

I’m scared Porsche is gonna shoot Korn on accident and kinns gonna come in at that moment

OH KINN IS HERE

Tell them the ACTUAL TRUTH KORN

Say sike we can’t be c o u s i n s 🕴🏻

SIDEBAR:Everyone was so quick to be like omg they’re cousins as if Korn would let them be together/bring them together if they were actually blood related

There it is:foster sister

GUN YOU FUCKER

W H A T NO😦

OH SHIT KORN HAVING A STROKE

Kinn don’t look at him like that🤨

ALL THE BROTHERS FINALLY

it would be their dad nearly dying that brings them together

wait…😶

WAIT😬

KORN DIED?!?OH SHIT I THOUGHT HE’D PULL THROUGH

oh kinn THAT DAMNED RING BRO

YOU SHOULDVE DIED GUN (he better die on god)

wait poisoned?i thought the stress of the truth got him…..🤨

His dad dead and he can’t even mourn DAMNED MAFIA LIFE

Porsche my boy☹️

Hey girlies💃🕺

All these whores underestimating my boy 😤

YUHHH MAFIA LEADER KINN THINGS

oh lord there goes the minor families boys

Vegas in the tan suit🥵

pause:are vegas pants like flared? thats giving

Wait if Chan dies……😶

OH TELL HIM CHAN

Chan you are so cool sir🗣🧎‍♀️

ITS STARTING WHORES ITS STARTING

🚨THE MAFIA SHOW IS MAFIAING🚨🔫

NO CHAN I WAS JUST KIDDING NOOOO

DAMNIT SOMEONE BETTER END GUN DEADASS

one last smoke i salute you chan🫡

GOOD LORD MY BOYS

POL NO YALL CAN'T TAKE POL TOO

FUCK THEM UP KINNPETE

PORSCHE PLEASE PULL UP SOON

YESSSS OUR BOY IS HERE

FUCK YES DUDE OMG

kinns "porsche" AYAHAHAH

THIS QUEEN GO GIRL YESS

it time hoes

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM ON YOUR SIDE AHAHAHhAHAHFHBDRJ.FJKRHFNJERHNER ER

🗣YESSSSSSSS THE GUN SPINNING🗣

KINN PLEASE🫣😳😏

FINALLY FREEFALL WITH KINNPORSCHE

*the woman was too in awe & stunned to speak*

CRAP KINN GET UP

NO PORSCHE FUCK YOU VEGAS

pete NOWS YOUR TIME WHERE ARE YOU

NOT PORSCHE NOT THE HEART

um.....🤨🕴🏻

TANKHUN?!?!

YESSS MY KING ARM DOES IT AGAIN🫶

ERIKA YOU ARE A QUEEN

YESSSSS GO GIRL🫶

HEY CHAY

hair dye product placement nice nice

AHAHA KIM IS THERE TO PROTECT CHAY

FUCK THEM UP KIM YESSS

his face dude 😂

chay just chilling while kim fighting for their lives💀

kim the badass you are🧎‍♀️

NO NOT ERIKA😦😩

no fuck you,you killed my parents

OOOOOOH WHAT😯

NO FUCKING WAY 😦

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK😧

these fools i stg

PETE!!!!!!!!!GET HIM PETE FR

shiiiiiit🫢

OHHH MY GOD

SAY FUCKING SIKE RN

HE'S ALIVE?!??????!!!!!dude what the fuck

NO FUCKING WAY

YALL ARE SHITTING ME

SHE'S A L I V E?!?!

dude once again WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

W O W

DUDE WHATS THE ACTUAL FUCKING TRUTH

man i'd shoot korn anyway,just a little🤏

oh hey vegas

your dad was trash vegas highkey better this way

AND IF VEGAS SHOOTS KORN WHAT THEN🧍🏻

pete don't leave NOO PETE STAY WITH US

bro im crying

damn that was an all day fight huh

bitch im sobbing

*THE WOMAN WAS TOO FUCKING STUNNED TO SPEAK WTF*

WHAT?! PORSCHE MAFIA LEADER ERA?!😮

oh so chay didn't know kim was there?typical

OOOOOH YEAH PORSCHE HEAD OF MINOR FUCKING FAMILY LOOK HIM ASHHEK.FIWRN🫡👏

NOT THE TRASITION TO WHEN HE FIRST GOT TO THE HOUSE😭

HE. IS.SO.FUCKING.F I N E😳

yall see their fucking rings bitch im levitating

THESE BITCHES ARE SO HOT POWER FUCKING COUPLE BITCH

TANKHUN AND TAY YES!!!!!!!

yes and pol is okay thank god

hey chay what goes on

THIS IS THE LOOKING AT HIS PHONE AND CRYING SCENE

ITS KIM SINGING WHY DONT YOU FUCKING STAY!?HIS CONFESSION TO CHAY😭

jeff fucking it up rn AS HE SHOULD YUH

OH WE ON DA BOAT

tankhun getting emotional i love him you honor

porsche not that type of surprise girl💀😏

dude just....apo is so fucking gorgeous who allowed this

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MILE

porsche smacking kinns ass is something i never knew i needed

kinn bartender era!

kinn is so fucking cheesy

BOTH OF THEM ARE THE HAND KISS PLS

I KNEW VEGAS HOE ASS WAS ALIVE

you can't kill the devil that easily😈

become one? sounds like a marriage proposal

dude i fucking love them so.much

tankhun just like me fr

their mom deserved so much better☹️

this is heartbreaking 😭

PETE MY BOY

the last glimpse we see of macau and he's asleep

WHY YOU THINK GIRL

bro stop look at them 😭just a little family fr☹️🫶

WHAT A FUCKING ROLLARCOASTER MAN. but it was an honor to ride it with yall my fellow kinnporschers🫡