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the-cookie-of-doom · 8 months

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Chay’s blood is rich and honey-sweet in Kim’s mouth, like nothing he’s ever tasted before. The taste makes his own blood surge, pulsing with want—he's drunk on it, taking deep, greedy pulls. Chay sighs beneath him, a weak moan, no doubt the pain equal to his pleasure. Kim has to force himself to stop. Thin red rivulets drip down Chay’s neck—Kim chases them with his tongue, not wanting to waste a drop, and only succeeds in smearing the stains across Chay’s skin.

“Kim…” Chay is fading fast. His eyes drift to the side, unseeing, and his hands are cold as what little blood left in his veins is diverted to his core.

“It’s alright, Chay, I’m here.” Kim lays Chay down, holding the boy across his lap. He bites his own wrist, thumbs Chay’s chin with his other hand, and spills his blood into Chay’s waiting mouth. Chay tries to turn away from it, but Kim won’t let him, his gentle touch the softest steel. “It’s alright,” he says again, a soothing croon that Chay can barely hear.

When his only other option is to drown, Chay finally swallows, shuddering at the slick warmth that fills his throat. Soon it will burn, as Kim’s venom consumes him, changes him, a cellular alteration.

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“You can’t keep going like this,” Kim says. Chay, curled around his knees and digging bloody grooves into his arms, refuses to acknowledge him. “I know you’re scared. You don’t want to hurt anyone. But you will. A starving vampire will never be safe with anyone.”

“Then I’ll stay here.” A quiet rasp around fangs Chay hasn’t yet learned to hide.

“Chay—”

“Why do you care? You did this to me! You made me this—this—”

Kim set his jaw. Gritted, “I saved your life.”

“You made me a monster.”

Silence. The accusation hurt more than it should. “Is that what you think I am?”

Chay tightened his arms around himself. He could feel Kim’s hurt through their bond like a physical thing, and he didn’t know why, didn’t know how to escape it.

“I don’t want to kill anyone,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to. The blood is donated.”

“Then it should go to someone who needs it to live.”

“Chay…”

“Will I die?”

“... No. I don’t think you will. Not for a long time.”

“Then I don’t need it. And I don’t want it.”

A heavy sigh. Kim knows he won’t be able to convince Chay, He also knows he can’t bear to stand by and watch him wither. Kim nearly lost him once already—he can’t let it happen again. Not when he has the power to prevent it.

That’s exactly what led them to their current predicament. It’s exactly the justification Kim uses to make things so much worse.

Hating himself for it, Kim pulls on the sire bond between them, commands Chay, “Come here.”

Chay tries to fight it. Kim can see the struggle, the way he tears at himself, his eyes wide and wild. “No, no, no—” But the bond is a deep, primal kind of power that Chay can’t hope to resist. It’s woven into the fabric of his being; he’s helpless to do anything but obey. He crawls across the floor to kneel at Kim’s feet.

“Please,” Chay cries, powerless at Kim’s mercy. “Don’t do this.”

There are limits to the power their bond holds over him. If Kim forces this, forces Chay to contort himself around the command, it might shatter entirely. He doesn’t know what would happen to a bitten fledgling without a sire. He doesn’t intend to find out.

Kim sinks his teeth into his own wrist. Drinks the first blossom of blood in his mouth, the pressure ensuring a steady flow. Then he lowers his arm, the blood that drips down his hand an offering. Chay’s lips part around a ragged exhale, his fangs glinting in the low light.

Kim won’t force him to drink. He leaves the final choice to Chay. It isn’t much of a choice at all—a newly turned, starving vampire, presented with fresh blood, stands little chance at refusing. But it’s still a choice, and Kim won’t take any more of Chay’s control than he needs to.

“It’s alright,” Kim prompts when Chay still hesitates. The blood on his skin is getting sticky-dry, his wounds beginning to heal over. “You can’t hurt me.”

It’s the permission Chay needed. He sways into Kim, takes hold of his arm with bloody, clawed hands, and fastens his mouth over the bleeding wound. Kim hisses when Chay’s fangs sink into him—two heartbeats later the pulsing heat of Chay’s venom floods his body, and Kim never knew it could feel like this. Chay moans in turn, both at the taste of warm, rich blood that finally slakes his desperate thirst, and the pleasure he can feel through their bond, compounding his own. An overwhelming feedback loop that builds and builds and builds, until Kim tears himself away just before the crescendo.

They’re both breathing hard, their eyes matching pools of black.

“Kim…” Chay is dazed, listing where he kneels, blood-stained and beautiful. Kim watches Chay touch his glistening lips, his tongue following the blood. Kim wants to taste his own blood on Chay’s tongue.

Kim takes a step back. He stumbles, light-headed, his blood thrumming in his veins. He needs to leave. Takes the crystal decanter off the table as he passes because if Chay won’t drink it then he will.

Chay’s quiet, wondrous, “Thank you, P’Kim,” follows him out the door.

#cookie writes #kimchay #vampire AU #Kim was born as a vampire #turns chay into one to save his life #except #he has no idea what it's like to be turne d #so he doesn't really know how to teach Chay to be a vampire #bitten vampires are looked down on and Gun thinks it's a disgrace #he wants to kill Chay #cue arranged marriage lol #(not really but kinda)#Kim has also never let another vampire feed on him before #he was NOT prepared for how good it feels #bless him

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leafsbabe · 4 months

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Justin Herbert - sparks fly (SMUT)

4.3k words, reader is described as not small height wise but the rest is hopefully vague enough

Coming to LA had been a spur of the moment decision but you never regretted it one bit.

You wanted an adventure and one of your friends needed an apartment sitter/somebody to take over their rent for a three month trip overseas so you packed a bag and headed to Hollywood. What you didn’t anticipate was falling in love with the city and so your illegal sublet turned into a small apartment of your own, your vacation into an unpaid internship into a paid internship into a job, and your adventure into a new home.

You didn’t live lavishly like the upper echelon but you could pay your rent, go to large outdoor flea markets on the weekend, and splurge on tacos from the taqueria at the corner while still putting away some money for savings so it was safe to say that life was going pretty damn great.

Justin and you bumped into each other on a hike. Or rather he bumped into you, causing you to stumble, fall, and skim your knee in the least sexy way possible… if there even was a sexy way to get hurt.

But Justin had been sweet, squatting down next to you and making sure you weren't seriously hurt before helping you up. You weren’t a short girl, never had been, but this handsome stranger towered over you in a way that made your thoughts run wild. You couldn’t help but look up at him while he helped you to the nearest bench. He sat down with you and you both drank from your water bottles side by side, sneaking glances at each other from the corners of your eyes.

He was the first to say something, his words stuck in your memory to this day. “Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.”

Later you would learn that this was supposed to be a pick-up line and the follow up would have been about him seeing you in his dreams but at that time you had just filmed a scene in a popular tv procedural as scared coffee shop visitor #4 (something you had told everyone back home and no one in LA, because it felt weird to talk about something like that here) so you just blurted that out.

Was it embarrassing? Yes. Did it lead to you two sitting there on that bench talking about shows until the sun started to set? Also yes.

Justin and you exchanged numbers and you even threw caution in the wind and let him walk you to your car, because pretty serial killers wouldn’t talk about the nuances of copaganda for hours and if they did you’d take you chances at knocking him out with your reusable water bottle even if he was over a head taller than you.

That night you sent each other a handful of messages. The next day he even called you after work like a total weirdo. The weekend after he took you to a restaurant in the hills and encouraged you to order something that wasn’t the cheapest salad on the menu because he was going to pay, like a gentleman. You shared a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice. Him because he drove, you because you wanted that gorgeous man to absolutely rail you and thought any perceived inebriation might prevent that.

He didn’t fuck you but there was a prolonged make out session in his car where he felt up your tits, so you didn’t even feel bad getting yourself off with your trusty vibrator after he dropped you off at your apartment.

Your second date took you outside again with a small hike followed by a picnic. He had packed all kinds of food because he wasn’t sure what you liked and had forgotten to ask. Justin laughed about panicking and buying half a store worth of snacks just so that you’d have something you like. It was so sweet.

He didn’t kiss you like he did after the first date, wild and like he had to hold himself back.

No. His kisses were sweet, hands never wandering above your waist or below you hips. He did accept it when you invited him up to your place for a coffee though. Half a dirty iced chai latte later he had you pressed against your couch, his large hands dangerously close to your ass.

Yet he still didn’t fuck you.

“Next time,” he promised with his head buried in your throat, “after our third date I'll take you home and won’t let you leave my bed for the next three days.”

It was sweet, in a way, and you hadn’t had sex since before you moved to LA anyways so what difference would a few more days make.

“Okay. Tomorrow?” You didn’t even care that it sounded desperate.

“Can’t.” Justin groaned. “We’re leaving for an away game the day after tomorrow and I meant what I said about keeping you in my bed.”

You felt his lips against your pulse as he spoke.

“When do you get back?”

“In four days.”

Fuck. Maybe a few more days did make a difference.

He kissed your neck again, grinding down and showing you just why the wait would be worth it. Hopefully you would remember to charge your vibrator.

He took you to an arcade style place for your third date and it was an absolute blast. With so many options of games to try out you barely had time to look at everything. Justin was a gentleman the entire time, a pattern you noticed during your last two dates. Even though you’d worn a short skirt (and safety shorts because tall girls and mini skirts didn’t always get along) and cozied up to him all afternoon his hands remained off your ass and solidly in PG-13 areas.

You were having fun, challenging each other while laughing the entire time, but you were looking forward to the end of the date when you could finally go home with him. You could feel the vibe shift, growing needier as time went on, with Justin reflecting his own desires back at you.

When you accidentally touched a sticky surface and had to go to the bathroom to wash your hands you had the genius idea to take off the shorts and shove them to the bottom of your bag.

And boy did that idea pay off.

Twenty minutes later you were in the front seat of his car as Justin drove the two of you back to his place with his right hand on your thigh inching higher and higher. He didn’t look at you as it slid under your skirt, eyes on the road, but the smirk on his lips made it clear to you that he knew what he was doing. He was so close to touching you where you needed him the most when the car stopped and he withdrew his hand as you groaned.

“Patience.” He teased.

You climbed out of the car before he could help you out, downright eager now. By the time you reached his front door you could barely hold yourself back. All it took was a split second, the door closed behind you and Justin unceremoniously pressed you against it as his lips landed on yours.

You’ve never been a small girl but the way you had to tilt your head to kiss Justin had a way of making you feel tiny. He bent down, lips never separating from yours, and just picked you up, hands under your skirt somewhere between your plush thighs and your ass. You moaned and he continued kissing you, fingers kneading against your soft skin as he turned around and started waking further into his apartment. God, you hoped his hands would leave bruises.

A noise interrupted you and when you looked to the side you saw a cat looking back at you from where it was perched on a cabinet. Justin didn’t follow your eyes, lip finding your neck instead. “That’s Nova.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’ll introduce you two later.” Then he sucked hard and you forgot everything except him. Somehow you made your way to his bedroom, something you only noticed after he let you fall back against the pillows.

With Justin standing at the edge of the bed looking down on you, you felt even smaller. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, showing off his strong muscles. Oh, how you wanted them to hold you down as he took you.

You took off your shirt in one smooth motion, throwing it somewhere to the side of the bed and hoped that Justin wouldn’t mind. Judging by the way he was staring at your tits, he didn’t.

Justin soon followed your lead, stripping his clothes off as you watched. There was no denying that he was smoking hot, his body solid and you couldn't help but press your thighs together in the search of some relief.

“What do you need?”

Need. Not want. You had to take a moment to collect yourself. What did you need?

“I need you to fuck my mouth,” you started, “I need to choke on your dick until I cry and I need you to fuck me until I forget my name and can only scream yours.”

For a moment you worried that it would be too much. That it would be too rough for Justin or that you were too needy. But the look in his eyes showed you that he would give you everything you asked for.

Justin stood in front of the bed, looking down at you while he stroked his dick. Precum gathered at his tip and a whimper left your lips at the sight.

“You want it?” He asked, tone just mocking enough to make you close your legs harder, desperately looking for any kind of friction.

You nodded while looking up at Justin, moving on the bed to get closer to him. Finally you could almost taste him. The pink tip of his dick just barely touched your lips.

“Please.” You begged for him to let you have it.

“Be a good girl and show me you deserve it.”

He gave it to you slowly. One hand holding his dick, the other cradling your cheek, as you took it.

Justin felt heavy in your mouth as you took more and more of him. He was big, yes, but you knew you would manage to swallow all of him. You looked up at him through your lashes until his muscles blocked the view and you could close your eyes, fully concentrating on making sure that Justin would give you everything you needed.

Slowly you pushed yourself to your limit, fitting him into your throat until your lips wrapped around his base. Justin’s dick was a lot to take in and you didn’t know if you could take it should he try and fuck your throat but for a short moment —with him frozen in front of you— you managed to take all of him.

You swallowed around him once, twice, and began to slowly pull back before Justin moved again.

“Fuck.” His voice was deep and low as the hand that had been cradling your cheek moved to now hold the back of your head instead.

You couldn’t help but moan around him, the vibrations around his dick only making him hold onto you tighter.

“Good girl.” His fingers flexed against your head and the combinations of both made you feel dizzy, happy that you could be good for him.

With his other hand Justin reached out and trailed his fingertips from your shoulder down your arm until you realized what he wanted and gave him your hand. He brought it to his thigh, letting you lay your palm flat along the thick firm muscle before covering it with his own.

“If I’m too rough,” Justin started, “or you need me to slow down, if you just want to take a break or stop for any reason, you slap my leg and I’ll stop. Understood?”

Nodding yes didn’t seem to satisfy Justin, instead he used the hand on your head to pull you off him. You barely managed to do that thing with your tongue before he had you looking up at him through your lashes again.

“I need you to say it.”

“Understood.” And oh how wrecked your voice already sounded. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be completely gone by tomorrow.

“Good girl.” He said again, before silencing your whine with his dick.

There was no denying that Justin was strong. He was thick with muscle, powerful, yet you never felt unsafe as he picked up the pace.

He was rough like you had asked him to. Thrusting hard and fast and pushing your head down to meet him halfway. It was maddening. Above you Justin said something but you were far too gone to listen.

It wasn’t until his movements got gentler and he slowly withdrew from your mouth that you tuned back in.

Justin hadn’t come and was still hard, was one thing you noticed, looking between his dick in front of you and his face high above you.

The fact that you had teared up like you had told him you wanted to, was another.

His hands came up to cradle your face and he gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs as you looked at him.

“So pretty.” His voice was soft, gentle as if to not spook you and the thought of him underestimating you made you want to protest but all that ended up happening was you pouting as he stroked your cheeks.

“Aw don’t pout. You can suck it again later. I just didn’t want to come until I got to fuck you.”

He had to bend down to kiss you, this tall man folding in half to reach you where you kneeled on his bed, and the reminder of your size difference made you squirm.

In response Justin kissed you harder, pushing forward until you lost our balance and fell back on the bed. In a fluid motion Justin followed, bracing himself above you as his lips found your lips, your jaw, your neck.

He made his way down your body, leaving behind a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached your chest he departed from his careful line of kisses. The two kisses, sweet little pecks almost, that he pressed to either boob, stood in stark contrast with his hand that bullied it’s way under your body so that he could unhook your bra. He tugged on the bridge until it became loose enough for you to get the hint and shrug it off while he pulled your skirt and embarrassingly soaked underwear down your legs in one smooth motion.

You didn’t even get the chance to think about hiding yourself from Justin before his large hands gently parted your legs enough for him to fit between them. His mouth fit itself against the skin on the side of your knee before he slowly, teasingly, kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Even though you anticipated the first touch of his lips against your pussy it still sent a shock through your body.

Justin didn’t waste any time pretending to tease you any longer. His lips found your clit almost immediately, wrapping around the small bud almost lovingly before sucking. His tongue toyed with it while you moaned his name. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled, hard, but not hard enough to dislodge Justin’s wonderful mouth. It took two more moans before he released your clit and wandered lower, dragging his lips along your skin as he moved. The first drag of his tongue was testing, exploring. The second one wasn’t tame at all.

Justin groaned against your pussy and you swore you could feel it through your entire body. He pulled away for a moment and a pitiful whine left your lips at the loss of his mouth, only for it to turn into a moan when you saw him licking his lips before diving in again.

You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, the way his lips moved so similarly to when he was kissing you just moments before. His long fingers joined his lips in bringing you pleasure and you couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against his face until you came with your thighs wrapped around his head.

Justin continued to mouth at your thigh as you started to come down before he stood up from the bed and you took a moment to just watch him. The aftershock of your orgasm still ran through your body and combined with the picture in front of you it felt like a high you never wanted to end. Justin was breathing heavy, his thick chest rising and falling hard. The last bit of sunlight shining through the curtains tinted the bedroom in a soft light making his face glisten and you realized with a jolt that the wetness on his cheeks came from you.

The fading light painted him golden, with his hair shining like a halo, a statue as a tribute to raw desire. His likeness could grace museums across the globe, giving other marbles complexes but instead of the Louvre he stood in his bedroom, looking down at you sprawled across his bed, waiting for him to take you like he had promised.

When Justin finally moved it was in determined long strides. He was a simple man that kept his condoms in the first drawer of his nightstand. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget about them, to fuck you bare until you were dripping with him, but you didn’t want to spook him with your eagernes, so you resigned yourself to bringing it up the next time. Justin passed you on his hunt for protection and you had to crane your neck back to watch him, but the view made up for it. His front was absolutely gorgeous but you had to admit that his backside was quite nice to look at as wel.You were debating whether or not you should reach out to touch him when he turned around, box in hand, before throwing it onto the bed near your head. It still had plastic around it and you couldn’t help but imagine Justin going to the store in preparation of your date, grabbing it not just in case but on purpose. Had he gotten it in preparation for this date? After the second date? After your first? The big box seemed awfully ambitious though. Perfect.

Instead of walking back to the end of the bed and working his way up your body again Justin just skipped straight to holding himself above you and you didn’t waste any time getting your hands into his locks and pulling him down until your lips connected. He kissed you hard and fast while slowly lowering himself until his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. It felt so easy to let yourself be blanketed by his warmth, his solid body so close to yours that you could feel every inch of his desire.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed as he pulled away from the kiss. Justin didn’t venture far though, staying close enough that you could feel the strands of his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Can you…” He nodded towards the box.

You nodded, eager, before reaching for the box and struggling to rip it open. When it finally popped open it did so in spectacular fashion, spilling an avalanche of little foil packets all over the bed and your body.

“Oh.”

You didn’t know which one of you laughed first but it took some time before the two of you calmed down again. Justin helped you clear the mess, swiping the countless packets towards the free side of the bed. It should feel weird, at least a little bit, now that the tension between Justin and you got broken. For a second you feared that your clumsiness had turned him off completely but then he kissed you again, slow and deep and like he wanted to devour you.

One of his hands reached for the pile of condoms while the other moved up your side, cupping one of your boobs when he reached them. His thumb barely grazed your nipple before Justin moved away but he still managed to pull a moan from your lips.

“Ready?” He asked, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Yes.” You needed him so badly. “Please.”

The first push of him inside you was careful but determined. Justin gave you aloof himself until he was buried to the hilt, pausing once he was fully inside you and giving you time to adjust to his large size. Youwanted to tell him to move,to fuck you until you felt him days fromnow, butbefore you could ask-beg-demand he silenced you with another seering kiss. You learned why when he pulled away from the kiss, still buried deep inside you.

“I need to be careful with you.” He talked low, almost whispering. “Don’t want you to be sore when I fuck you again later.”

It made sense. Afterall Justin had promised to keep you in his bed for days. But with him filling youtube so perfectly, there was simply no room left for logical thinking.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to move. Slow, meticulous thrusts that didn’t feel overwhelming at first but drove you wild after just a few movements of his hips. There was something otherworldly in the way he managed to hit all the places that needed to be hit, filling you up perfectly again and again and again. Justin stayed close to you while he fucked you, his hips grinding in deep and putting just enough pressure on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your whole body.

Your hands tightened in his hair, making him groan before dipping down and encapsulating one of our nipples with his hot, wet mouth.

“Jus- Justin.”

His teeth grazed against the soft flesh of your boob teasingly before his tongue delved down, soothing the hard peak between his lips in gentle laps. Justin groaned when you tugged on his hair and the sensation of it vibrating against your skin just made you tighten your grip further. There was no denying that you needed him. Him and his soft mouth and his hard dick and his strong body pressed against yours. This perfect wave of pleasure just kept building with every single movement but you couldn’t reach your high.

“Just—” He bit down hard enough for it to sting before his tongue traced the slight indents. “Please.”

You weren’t above begging but your fucked out brain couldn’t think of any more words. Thankfully he seemed to understand what you needed even without your saying it.

“Fuck. Okay.” He lifted himself a little bit higher, chuckling when you whined at the loss of his weight and warmth. “You asked for this.”

He sounded just the right amount of condescending when you clenched around him and he rewarded you with a “good girl”.

You didn’t last long after Justin started fucking you properly, rough and fast like you had wanted him to. The power behind his thrusts was enough to move you on the bed, closer and closer towards the headboard every time your bodies connected. He had stopped holding back and made you come with only a handful of thrusts.

When you came to it was with Justin holding himself above your body —breathing hard— and your still shaking thighs wrapped around his hips. Part of you felt disappointed for missing what he looked like when he came but you knew there would be more than enough orgasms for you to catch a glimpse.

It took you a while to feel secure enough to remove your legs from him. After you did so Justin carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom. While he went to get a towel to help clean you up you were left in his bed. It took some energy to sit up but it didn’t hurt. You felt empty but that could be changed soon enough. 15 minutes. Maybe 20. Depending on when Justin wanted to go again.

Speaking of. Justin returned to his bedroom, still gloriously naked, holding water bottles in one of his hands and what looked like a washcloth and a towel in the other. You didn’t feel self conscious as he helped you clean up. He had seen every part of you already anyway.

He offered you a shirt of his to cover up but you didn’t mind being bare before him. There was the hint of a love bite starting to form on your chest and you hated the thought of covering up all his hard work. Still, you made a mental note to take him up on his offer later. You had a feeling that a shirt that fit his large frame would swallow you up and you wanted nothing more than to live out the big men’s shirt moment that had been denied you for so long.

Instead you curled up with him, his blanket half draped over your bodies while you just laid there, enjoying the closeness between you. The energy between Justin and you continued to be magnetic, even after giving in to your desires, and you found yourself unable to tame a wide smile.

“Happy?” Justin looked at you with a soft smile on his lips.

“Hmmm. Very.” You let your eyes wander for a moment. “Want to make out?”

Instead of verbally answering Justin just cupped your face and brought your mouths together in a saccharine kiss.

#justin herbert #football imagine #nfl imagine #football smut #nfl smut #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert smut #...so this is twenty-five

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snickerdoodlles · 2 months

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headcanons behind the fic: that time Chay said he shot Kim in gone fishing:

so, generally speaking, Chay talking about the mafia on The Official Wik Twitter(TM) was just supposed to be a silly offhand joke lowkey inspired by the fact that I was in the middle of my annual Terry Pratchett/Discworld kick at the time of writing this fic. except then I kept writing and turned this into a series, and now I have to work with a premise where Chay talks about the mafia outright because literally no one will ever believe he or Kim are actually doing crime, it's all for the bit, haha they're so funny <3. oops 😂

aside from me tormenting user ghoasters in this series tho, the above scenario is not related to a mafia incident. when Chay says he betrayed Kim by shooting him, he is 100% referring to the time he was beating Kim at a shooter game and Kim tried to cheat by romancing Chay irl, and Chay looked him dead in the eye, blew him a kiss, and called him a scrub as he shot Kim's character dead. the fucking injustice of it all, honestly.

that said, Chay has actually shot Kim before-- if you've ever seen that brooklyn 99 episode where Amy shoots through Jake's leg to save him from his hostage situation? it was something like that. talking exclusively through eyebrow, less than 30 seconds, a clean shot through the leg, etc.

it was the most romantic thing anyone's ever done to Kim in his entire life. Chay demanding him back? Chay swooping in to save him from some jackass? their intense eye contact where Kim slightly willed Chay to shoot him and Chay did because he knew Kim trusted him? ofc this is the hottest thing, it was so worth getting shot in the leg if it meant Chay swooping in to rescue him--

Kim thinks all of this very, very quietly and only ever in his journal, because Chay does not see this situation the same way. Chay's still upset he had to hurt Kim at all, that is his favorite person, his favorite people should never be hurt, especially not by him. Kim's over here doodling hearts around "Chay + Kim Kittisawat" whenever he thinks about that rescue, Chay's instant waterworks and sniffles any time someone so much as mentions it.

#kinnporsche #kimchay #fic headcanons #fic: gone fishing #its not actually kim's favorite romantic moment between him and chay but it's *up there*

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 3 months

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Stolen Wife - 5

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.

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You don’t know how your life turned into a nightmare…a ghoulish nightmare. One moment you were happy and celebrating your pregnancy with your family and friends and the next moment, you were getting held at gun point by a robber, you knew your husband had a gun in his pocket, something you loathed but at that moment you were happy that he had that gun, the robber must have seen the gun when he shot Rueben erratically, and then he turned on you, Rueben protected you till his dying breath, Rueben shot the robber with his gun and saved your life, but your husband your family was taken away from you, your husband and best friend snatched from you. You couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. When you woke up in the hospital, for a moment you thought it was a bad nightmare, but the machines attached to you signaled the opposite.

The attending doctor told you that you were shot in the chest, the bullet miraculously had missed your heart but punctured your lung, and you were lucky to be alive. But were you lucky? Or were you the unluckiest person, you had lost everything, your husband was shot dead in front of you, the shooter shot you too but missed the first shot and was not alive to shoot the next bullet.

“I am sorry Mrs. Fitch; we could not save the baby…” these words brought you out of your mind fog. Instinctively your hand went to your abdomen…Your baby died too…Your one connection to Rueben died too…You were catatonic…You could not even do the basic job of protecting the life growing within you…You never felt so useless.

Your friends and family gave you space, space to mourn, space to grieve not just your husband, but your child too…

Police called it an armed robbery but Javy, Mickey, Nat, Brad, Jake did not think so, but they didn’t say anything. They increased your security. They changed your locks, your cameras and every damn device, while you were in hospital. They even increased the surrounding security in hospital. Rueben knew how dangerous his line of work was, and your security was paramount to him. For you, your husband was a military contractor with a pub he ran with his friends, you just didn’t know that your husband was involved in illegal activities as well which included drugs, liquor and arms.

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You were on your way to get to some Chai with oat-milk, trying not to break down every damn morning, missing your husband and the morning rituals you shared with him. You bumped into Tommy in a café in Vancouver, Canada of all places, physically bumped into him, you were in over your head, and you were not looking where you were supposed to be going.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” You looked to apologize to the stranger, but you were met with relatively known steely blue eyes.

“Mrs. Fitch?” Thomas asked in his Brummie accent.

Fuck, that name, that label, that brings up so much sorrow, your eyes well up, but you blink away those tears, you tell yourself, you need to move on…need to power through…It’s been almost a year since your life upended, the love of your life killed in front of your eyes.

Not really, you were unaware of your surroundings, but you were trying to keep to yourself, but Thomas Shelby needed to find a way to talk to you, so he chose the easiest way of it all, crashing into you purposefully.

You smiled, trying to place him…

“Oh hi” you reply. Tommy saw the questioning look in your eyes, you had no clue who he was or what he was.

“I am Thomas Shelby, we met briefly at a Charity Ball in Birmingham.”

“It is nice to see you again, Mr. Shelby.” you reply politely.

“I heard what happened…I’m sorry for your loss.” Tommy added.

You just nodded reflexively, like you did every fucking time when someone offered their sympathies.

“I didn’t expect to see you here Mrs. Fitch, I thought you lived in San Diego.”

“I did…I do…Well, not now exactly, I am taking a sabbatical and please call me Y/N.” you asked, basically pleading, not wanting another reminder of what you lost or who you were…Rueben’s wife or what you are now…his widow. His sad pathetic widow who is running away from her life because you can’t fucking function properly without your soulmate.

“Only if you call me Tommy” He responded while physically guiding you inside the coffee shop, and there is nothing you can do but comply out of politeness.

Tommy asks you for your order, you wanted to protest and buy your own beverage, but you also didn’t want to be rude. You begrudgingly order some chai. Tommy Shelby bought you your chai but nothing for himself, and it made you feel guilty.

He pushed the mug towards you, you took the mug and thanked him.

“So, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tommy asked in his heavy Brummie accent.

“I guess, I just needed to get away…”

“I heard what happened. I am sorry for your loss.” Tommy consoled.

Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry….you chant mentally.

You clear your throat and squeak out “Thank you”.

“So, how long are you here for?” Tommy probed.

“I don’t know, I may be here for a while, or I may leave and find another city to go to which is safe… Mickey usually sends me the locations that are relatively safer for me. I do not have any timeline.” You reply.

Tommy knows that very well. He is well-aware of Rueben’s people taking care of your security. Tommy only got to know about your location from his people on the East Coast, namely Michael.

“That’s fun, why don’t you come visit us in Birmingham?” Tommy proposes.

You are taken aback by his proposition, you don’t really know what to say, you barely know this man, why would he invite you to his home?

“Mr. Shelby…ummm…I mean Thomas, I don’t think that is a good idea…”. You mumble out.

“Why not? I see it in your eyes, you are trying to escape your painful memories, anyone can see that…why don’t you join us in another continent as long as you want where Rueben and his memories wouldn’t haunt you.” Tommy confronts you, basically bringing up everything that your family and friends have been thinking…going for your jugular.

You gulp nervously, you didn’t expect some relatively unknown person to expose your wounds and like a wounded animal you ran away from that table. You did not like being confronted by the likes of Thomas Shelby, how dare he say anything about what you should do….

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wen-kexing-apologist · 5 months

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10 BL Boys I Would Throw Hands For

Okay so everyone is doing retrospectives and what not and I should just kinda quit while I'm ahead, but I just rewatched My Ride and decided that I needed to highlight some of the boys that I would 100% throw hands for should they be wronged by any man. So without further ado here are the people who would inspire me to seek justice and retribution against those that have hurt them with the same feral energy of cocaine bear.

Tawan- My Ride

First if all, Por better watch his fucking back cause if he does anything to fuck with Tawan again you better believe I'm jumping on the back of Mork's pillon and we're turning a man into a pin cushion. Tawan has literally done nothing wrong ever in his life. He cares for everyone so deeply. He is so soft and kind and gentle in the most beautiful way and there is not a malicious bone in his body. Tawan is just a genuinely, naturally, and fundamentally good person and I am so glad that he is a sunshine for sunshine kinda guy because Tawan deserves a man like Mork in his life (and Mork- who would also be on my list but he throws hands just fine on his own -deserves a man like Tawan).

Uea- Bed Friend

Uea is so incredibly lucky to have King in his life, because if it were me, and Uea told me what his parents did to him, the next thing anyone knew I'd be at Uea's parents' house ripping his step-father's throat out with my bare fucking teeth and locking his mother in the bathroom with like a pack of hungry wolves or some shit. Uea's family got off far far too fucking easy because King is capable of some level of self-restraint. I, however...if there is one person on this list who I would turn the most feral/attack dog for, it is this beautiful angel right here. Sleep with one eye open Uea's Mother, I'm coming for you.

Tian- Khun Chai (aka To Sir, With Love)

He's beauty, he's grace, his mother will murder you in an instant if she thinks you know he's gay. I honestly probably don't need to do anything to the people who have wronged him cause between his mother, his brother, and his boyfriend he's got that shit covered, but...I love him so much. He just wants to be himself. But himself is a gay man in occupied Thailand, in a family that disowned their last outed queer member and drove him to suicide so, he's having the time of his motherfucking life. I am not saying I condone the swift delivery of a death to anyone his mother thought might threaten him, but...I get it.

Sakuko- Koisenu Futari

Hello to one of my new-found greatest loves. Sakuko is yet another human embodiment of sunshine who has had too many people do her wrong in her life. She has built herself a little family, and she's found a life she loves, and if anyone ever threatened that you better believe I would be there swinging a baseball bat in an instant. Sakuko, my aroace queen, just know that I care about your happiness above all other things. Enjoy your bike ride!

Patts- La Pluie

gif from @ueasking

Now listen, I know Patts is capable of holding his own against those who have wronged him, but he should not have to do everything himself. Patts, save your energy for your veterinary practice, I'll return Tai to you after he has been smacked around a little bit. Patts is one of the rare characters here that I would throw hands for both in fiction and on this website. You have a problem with Patts, you can kindly meet me in the Waffle House parking lot at 3am.

Mrs. L- Laws of Attraction

If there is anyone on this list that I would have to bet has killed someone before, it's Mrs. L. I have no doubt that even now if someone tried to fuck with her in any way she'd have them on their ass in an instant, but bad bitches gotta stick together ya know? Call up Maya, Rose, and Nawin and I will meet them out front to take care of that problem for you. You've got your hands full with those boys of yours.

Daisy- Secret Crush on You

Oh Daisy, oh my darling, darling girl I got your back from now until the end of the earth. Daisy is just the absolute sweetest, and I want all the best for her, and if anyone was to ever fuck with her in any way, they are getting Cask of Amontillado'd by me, personally. Look at that smile, keep your brightness, babes.

Han Ba Ram- Sing My Crush

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Okay so. Honestly I understand why Im Han Tae was immediately cute, cuddly, and flirtatious with this boy. He is an extremely huggable lad. I can also understand how that need to hold this Sad Gay(tm) could have impacted the length of time it took you to realize you had feelings for him. This sad boy right here doesn't know it but he has accidentally summoned a small gang of people who are ready and willing to go all Ides of March on his music teacher's ass. So heads up to Sangin, @bengiyo, @ginnymoonbeam, @lurkingshan, @kyr-kun-chan, @shortpplfedup, and I are outside your front door and we just want to talk.

Boston- Only Friends

Now, I will not deny my boy is a bit of an asshole, a shit-stirrer if you will, and there are times and places where I will let Boston deal with the consequences of his own actions and get smacked around. HOWEVER, you slut shame my boy? Death. You pull an Atom on my boy? Death. You abandon my boy? Death. According to the end of Only Friends Boston's is absolutely lacking in people in his corner, so I will be there with bells on. Boston, cruise as much as you want baby, and if any of those boys give you trouble, give me a call.

Amane- If It's With You

gif by @dramascene

In case you haven't picked up on it, sad!happy boys are my kryptonite and Amane is just the saddest boy with the best bundle of joy mask I have ever seen. He deserves the world, this boy, and if anyone ever tried to steal his joy again, I would steal their soul right out of their bodies.

Wasn't gonna make this a tag game or anything but if anyone wants to answer it, go right ahead!

I will, however, tag @negrowhat, @respectthepetty, and @sorry-bonebag since they are the ones that supported my vision so they see the post

#only friends the series #if it's with you the series #khun chai #sing my crush the series #secret crush on you #scoy #laws of attraction #koisenu futari #la pluie the series #my ride the series #bed friend the series

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“it’s you, silly”

yoo jeongyeon x fem! reader; fluff

synopsis: Valentine’s day is just another day that reminds you of the fact you’re single, until your best friend introduces you to her cousin; aka the girl you’ve been crushing on. overall just a cute silly little fic

warnings: reader is lowkey dense, cursing, not proofread, rushed ending, i’m not a very good writer </3

a/n: my first fic! slowly healing the jeongyeon drought. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY !!!

wc: 2.1k

You’ve always hated Valentines Day. To you it was just time for happy couples to brag and remind you how you’ll be forever alone. However, this year was differe-

“Earth to Y/N!” A hand waved infront of your face. You push it away with a playful scoff. “Gosh, Sana! I was just zoning out…” “Okay, well i don’t care. I want to introduce you to someone!”

You tilt your head, confused. “Um.. okay? Who-“ You stop mid-scentence, mouth hanging in the air. Your best friend had her arm around none other than Yoo Jeongyeon, the girl you’ve been admiring for the past month.

“This is Jeongyeon, my cousin! Y/N, Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon, Y/N!” Sana exclaims cheerfully, gesturing to us.

You stare in silence, mouth still open. Why has Sana never told you that Jeongyeon is her cousin? I mean, it’s not like you told her about your little crush, but still! You catch Jeongyeon staring, and realize that you must look like an idiot right now.

“O-Oh!” You reach your hand out. “Hi, nice to meet you!” You breathe out, relieved you were able to atleast get that part out without stuttering. Jeongyeon looks down at your hand, then shakes it awkwardly. “Hi.” She says, looking back up.

You pull your hand away instantly, embarrassed. God, Y/N! You’re such a weirdo. It’s 2024 no one shakes hands anymore!

You look up to see Jeongyeon laughing, hand covering her face. “You’re blushing, Y/N.” You instantly blush more. Thankfully, Sana comes to your rescue. “She does that all the time, don’t worry about it Jeongyeon.” She says, moving to put her arm around your shoulder.

The bell rings, signaling the next class. “Ah, shit. I gotta go.” Jeongyeon says with a sigh. “Y/N, can i have your number?” She asks, holding out her phone towards you. You quickly grab it, saying “Sure!” You type it in, then hand the phone back to her. “Thanks! Talk to you later.” She says, winking then walking off to her class.

You stand there, blushing uncontrollably and rethinking all of your life choices up to that point, but Sana interrupts your thinking once again.

“Don’t mind her Y/N, she’s just a flirt-“ She turns towards you, only to find you as red as a tomato, looking like you’re fighting demons in your head.

“Oh you totally like her.” Sana says, smirking at you.

“No! No I don’t! Like you said, I just blush a lot!” You exclaim, trying to defend yourself.

“Mhm… whatever you say! You know, I can put in a good word for you~” She nudges your shoukder pkayfully. You groan and start to walk off, Sana following closely behind giggling.

You sat at your desk in your pajamas, eating popcorn and playing minecraft on your computer. While you mindlessly gather materials, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, a look of confusion forming on your face. “An unknown number..?” You open the text.

Unknown - 11:36

Hey, is this Y/N?

Y/N - 11:37

Yeah? but who is this?

Unknown - 11:37

damn, you already forgot me? i feel hurt! it’s me, jeongyeon.

You gasp. You quickly save her contact to your phone, then hold it with both hands while you try to think of a reply.

Jeongyeon - 11:41

Hello?

Y/N - 11:41

Sorry, I had to do something!

Jeongyeon - 11:41

Lmaoo, it’s okay. wyd rn?

Y/N - 11:42

playing minecraft!

Jeongyeon - 11:42

no way?? i LOVE minecraft.

fuck. should i ask if she wants to play…? woudk she think i’m weird??? my fingers ghost over the keyboard. whatever.

Y/N - 11:44

really? do you want to play with me then?

Jeongyeon - 11:44

fr? you’ll let me?? hell yeah!

Y/N - 11:44

okay, just call me when you’re ready!

you sit in your chair, staring off into space. minutes have passed since you asked her if you wanted to play, yet it still hasn’t hit you yet that she actually agreed.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You quickly stand up and stuff your face in your pillow as you scream. “IM GOING TO PLAY MINECRAFT WITH YOO FUCKING JEONGYEON. WHAT THE FUCK?”

The phone on your desk buzzes, so you stand up and rush to grab it. You quickly answer, but not before you make sure your camera is off.

“Hello?” You hear Jeongyeons voice from across the line.

“Hi.” You say, internally screaming. Her camera is on and you can’t help but admire how pretty she looks, even without makeup. “It’s not fair that I have my camera on and you don’t..” She whines, “Turn yours on, Y/N”

You hesitate, but then after quickly checking yourself in the mirror on your desk, you turn you camera on and give her a sheepish smile.

“You’re blushing again, Y/N. Cute.” You don’t respond. Instead you look towards your computer screen, blushing like a madman. “I’m making the world, join me.” “Okay, Y/N-nie” Your face heats up at the nickname while you try to focus on the game.

That night, the two of you talked for 5 hours, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“So, Y/N. Jeongyeon told me about your little minecraft date on friday~” Sana says teasingly.

You almost spit your drink out. “What? It wasn’t a date?- wait, did she call it a date??” You ask curiously, face beet red.

Sana laughs, “No, silly. But i bet you wish she did.” She winks, and you sink back into your chair sighing. “Speak of the devil,” Sana says, looking behind you, “Hi, Jeongyeon!”

Jeongyeon takes a seat next to you. “Hi Stupid, Hey Y/N!” You wave at her while Sana complains about the silly nickname.

Suddenly, Sana shuts up (which is a first) “So Jeongyeon… Valentine’s day is in 2 days, do you have any plans?” Sana inquires, sneaking a wink at you. You silently pray to god that she’ll stop, but Jeongyeon speaks up. “Yeah, I have something in mind. I met this girl recently and i think i’ll ask her.”

Your heart drops. Another girl? Who is it? Is it Mina? The girl Jeongyeon always hangs out with? Sana interrupts your train of thought. “Y/N? What about you?” She says, smirking.

“Huh? Oh… um? I don’t really know right now…” You say, averting your eyes from the two. Jeongyeon nudges your shoulder. “Better hurry, or all the good ones will be taken.” She shoots you wink. You’re the good one, and apparently you’re already taken.

The bell rings, once again ending your time with Jeongyeon. You all say your goodbyes and you watch as Jeongyeon walks the opposite direction of you and Sana. “Y/N, you should ask her to be your Valentine.”

You turn your head, staring at Sana with a “You can’t be serious” face. “You’re crazy. I’m never doing that! You heard her anyways, she said she has her eye on someone already.”

Sana smiles with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, but you don’t catch it. “Don’t be a scaredy cat, Y/N. The worst she can say is no!” You sit down in your seat, then turn to her, making gestures with your hands as you talk. “Exactly! The worst she can say is no! My whole life would ruined!”

Sana grabs your arms and gently pushes them down. “Here, how about this,” You calm down, listening intently, “I’ll help you. I’ll give her some hints, you know?.” You look down, contemplating whether or not it would work. “Okay… you do that. Fuck, i’ve got to make her a card.” You grab your bag, slinging it on your shoulder as you turn towards the door. “Y/N where are you going?” Sana exclaims. “I’m skipping! I need to get the stuff for her right now!” You say, running out of the class and making your way out of school.

You’re walking down the sidewalk, bags full of art supplies and candies in hand. you weren’t looking where you were going, too focused on trying to think of how you want to decorate her card, when all of a sudden you bump into someone. the bags fall onto the ground, the contents spilling out.

“Shit.. I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was goi-“ The person starts laughing. “Gosh, Y/N. Were you always this clumsy?”

You r heart speeds up. Jeongyeon stands infront of you, laughing. “Whatever…” You say, blushing. You begin to pick up the art supplies off the floor. Jeongyeon bends down and picks up the heart stickers you bought.

“Oh? You decided to ask someone? Who?” She asks curiously. You blush, “I can’t say..” Jeongyeon nods then puts the stickers in the bag you’re holding. “She’s one lucky girls I bet she’ll love it.”

Your heart swells. If only you knew… You thought. You thank Jeongyeon before turning to leave. “Y/N, wait.” You turn around. “Can you meet me here, Wednesday, at 5?”

Valentine’s day. she wants to meet you on valentine’s day. I mean, you were already planning on asking her to meet, but her asking changes the whole thing. “Y-Yeah, sure.” “Okay, see you later, okay?” You nod, watching her walk off. You look around, making note of the tree that overlooks the sidewalk and the bench sat next to it.

Okay. Here. 5 o’clock.

Saying you’re nervous is an understatement. There isn’t words to explain how you feel right now, standing under the tree that Jeongyeon told you to meet at 2 days earlier.

You’d spent the last two days making her a handmade card, a paper bouquet with her favorite candies inside, and writing a letter confessing your feelings to ner. Sana has been non-stop hyping you up, and you’re grateful for that. But now, you’ve been waiting for what feels like hours under this tree, and all the encouragement she gave you has worn off.

Your palms are sweaty and you’re positive you’re pale. You’re contemplating just leaving, but you hear a voice call out to you.

“Y/N!” You turn, hiding the card behind your back. Jeongyeon walks up to you out of breath, hand behind her back. “I’m sorry i’m-“ she huffs, “I’m late, i had a last minute thing to attend to.”

“It’s okay” You reply, fidgeting with your jacket zipper with your free hand. “I asked you to come here because i wanted to tell you something.” She says. You speak up, “I actually have something to ask you, can I go first?” You ask, praying she says yes. You wanted to make your feelings known before she told you whatever she had to say. She nods.

You pull the card out infront of you, holding it out and bowing your head. Your eyes are closed, face towards the ground. “I know you’re planning on asking someone else to be your valentine already, but i had to ask. it’s totally okay if you reject me! ever since sana introduced us- no, before that, i’ve really liked you. i just wanted to shoot my shot and give it a try, you know? so will you be my valentine?”

You take a deep breath. there’s silence, then there’s laughter. You look up, confused. You’ve done it again Y/N. Embarrassed yourself infront of the girl you like. “I’m sorry… i’ll go-“ You turn to walk away but a hand on your shoulder turns you back around.

Jeongyeon brings the hand behind her back out to reveal a bouquet of tulips with a card stuffed inside. “Y/N, will you be my valentine?” Now you’re the silent one. What was happening? You begin to think out loud. “You’re asking me? What about the other girl you were talking about Monday? The one you were going to ask, isn’t it Mina-“

Your rambling is cut off with soft lips against yours. The kiss is short and sweet but it’s everything you’ve been wanting and more.

Jeongyeon pulls away, then looks into your eyes. “It’s you, silly. I wanted to ask you. I was talking about you that day. Not Mina. Besides, she’s with Chaeyoung. I like you.”

You’re speechless, and you’re sure your face is beet red. You try to formulate a response, but your brain isn’t working. So instead, you press your lips to hers again, pulling away with a smile. “I was so worried you were going to say no.” Jeongyeon laughs. “Y/N, i don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you’re super dense. I’ve been hinting at it since we met. Even Sana has!”

You blush, the puzzle pieces connecting in your mind. You feel stupid for not realizing it before.“Whatever… Lets go?” Jeongyeon smiles down at you. “Yeah, let’s get dinner. Then, we should have a minecraft date!” The two of you laugh together, walking down the sidewalk with intertwined fingers.

Suddenly, Valentine’s day didn’t seem that bad anymore. Not when you had the girl of your dreams by your side.

#jeongyeon x reader #twice #twice imagines #jyp twice #twice jeongyeon #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x fem reader #yoo jeongyeon #valentines day #twice fanfic #twice smut

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curtain-caller · 10 days

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The Parallels Between Korsica and Roquefort

So, when I was setting up my plans for Fly-High Rush, things were a bit one-sided in terms of group numbers, so instead of keeping Korsica the same, I decided to swap her and Roquefort. I figured they were similar enough to make a switch work.

But then I realized they were... really similar. Like, very, very similar. The comparisons just kept coming and they didn't stop.

So here we are. Welcome to my Ted Talk.

1. WIND ATTACKS:

Let's get one of the bigger comparison out of the way: both of them fight with wind. Korsica uses it all the time, from turning off generators to putting out fires to kicking Chai's ass. Then there's Roquefort, who throws out little tornadoes during his fight and tries to send Chai flying with his Big Bad Wolf attack several times. That move also requires Korsica specifically to hold it back with her own wind gust. Yeah, not much to say here.

2. Connection to a Vandelay Sibling:

See, this is the point that really got the gears turning in my head. Both of them have a close connection to a Vandelay sibling who saved their lives: Roquefort to Kale, and Korsica to Peppermint.

"I was on my deathbed when Kale saved me. I was smart, but weak. He fixed that." - Roquefort

"Your wound was really bad...We didn't have a choice." - Peppermint "You... saved my life." - Korsica

Not to say Peppermint saved Korsica single-handedly (shout out to Mac and CNMN, the true mvps), but then again, I doubt Kale painstakingly upgraded Roquefort's body piece by piece on his own, so my point still stands. Both Vandelay siblings had a hand in saving their lives respectively, and because of that, you can see the bonds formed between these two duos.

Peppermint tries to be welcoming and reassuring to Korsica when she first comes to after Kale's murder attempt, and Korsica returns that reassurance later on in Mimosa's level. She hasn't even been with the gang for a full mission yet, is probably still getting used to these changes, and she still tries to comfort Peppermint, especially during her "Kale's my brother" reveal.

Not to mention, during the optional conversations in Roquefort's office before you face Kale, Korsica's dialogue is slightly different in terms of topic. Everyone has something to say regarding their own specific character arcs and motivations, but part of Korsica's dialogue is specifically her worrying about Peppermint.

"But I'm a bit worried about Peppermint. This is personal for her." - Korsica "After all we've been through, it might not be easy... but I think she can handle it." - Chai "You might be right about that, but we need to be there for her when she needs it." - Korsica

Now going back to Kale and Roquefort, while their interactions are brief, you can tell that both of them have at least some respect for each other, which is a hell of a lot more than they give to most of the other Department Heads. Especially Kale.

"Zanzo, Stop. Just stop. Even you jumped the shark on this one. IN THE EYE? What the shit?" - Kale to Zanzo (via SPECTRA Hub vlog) "Only one of of four, Korsica? That's not a passing grade." - Kale to Korsica "It better! No slip-ups! And no defects." - Kale to Mimosa and Rekka Versus...

"Why not? I want to see just how angry you can get, if those punks make it in here." - Kale to Roquefort Sure, Kale still lashes out at him, he's not nice all of a sudden, but it feels like such a massive difference. Kale questions why he ever hired Zanzo, he tried to straight up KILL Korsica, and he's harsh enough to Mimosa and Rekka to the point that they flinch. Hell, REKKA of all people flinches twice. But here? Kale trusts Roquefort to handle things, even if he is a bit dismissive with the "you're just a number cruncher" line.

And on the other side of things, Roquefort is not only loyal to Kale, but surprisingly calm and casual around him. Casual enough to correct him and talk back.

"We...shut down the cafe." - Roquefort "When I said close the campus down, I didn't mean THE CAFE!" - Kale "You said close down everything." - Roquefort

The casual tone of voice is palpable. I genuinely think that's the least angry we see Roquefort, except maybe during the Boss Zoom meeting.

And if you want to go the shipping route, yes, shout out to my lesbians, not much to prove there, but... Hey Kale, do you want to explain why you, a confirmed dog person, gave Roquefort a robotic wolf fursuit? YOU WANNA EXPLAIN THAT??? HUH???

3. Similar Personalities:

They're cold, they're direct, and they're aggressive, and despite their rare goofy moments, I feel comfortable saying they're the most serious of the Department Heads.

Excluding the visual aspects (because this point would be null and void thanks to Roquefort fursuit), these two are by far the least hammy of the bosses. Unlike the others, who provide witty banter, plenty of cheesy lines and over-dramatic reactions, the dialogue for these two is rarely comedic or high-energy.

Here's some examples for comparison:

"I like defects. I like how they taste." - QA-1MIL

"So let's get ready to crumble!" - Rekka

Do I even need an example for Zanzo?

"Let's raise the stakes, and turn down the lights!" - Mimosa

"You've had a few hits, but I think it's time we break up the band." - Kale

Compare that to...

"Caught you off guard." - Korsica "I'll make sure you stay down this time!" - Korsica "You cocky LOSER!" - Korsica

"You sure made an entrance, lad. If you've come for me... I'd walk away." - Roquefort "Where's your confidence now, kid?" - Roquefort "I put my stock in futures, but not yours, kid." - Roquefort

The other bosses are willing to taunt and even go along with Chai's goofiness, but these two? Oh, they don't have much time for that. They barely hesitate, and are not holding back in the slightest. Korsica fucking yeets him down a slope, puts him in a headlock, knocks him out, does whatever she can to hold him back from getting to her office, and only pauses briefly to gaze upon his stupidity before whipping her batons out when he busts in. Even after she gets knocked out and sustains, like, 3 different flavors of concussion(5 if you count Chai and the vent hitting her), she gets RIGHT BACK UP! In a way, Roquefort is a bit more lenient, letting Chai into his office once he gets that far... but the "I'm not fucking around" energy is still there. He's like "Oh, you're really that determined? I respect it. Come at me, kid, I'm not fucking scared." And then he proceeds to back that up. He doesn't even bother attacking Chai with his regular form at first (or at all, frankly), he goes from 0 to 100 and refuses to fall somewhere in the middle. And finally, there's one similarity between them personality-wise that gets its own section, that being how...

4. They're Fueled by Anger:

Basically every boss is aggressive in some way, throwing all kinds of things at Chai as he consistently grinds their 30 day chips from anger management to dust, but here's the thing... When I say "fueled by anger", I mean health-wise. These two heal themselves on-screen because of their anger. With Roquefort, this is pretty well established. He constantly says that all Chai is doing is making him angrier, and that so long as he's mad, he won't be stopped, to the point that thousands of pounds of gold getting the drop on him was the only thing that could take him down. During the verse/phase changes, you can see his health bar quickly refill itself each time, and his wolf form model viewer description wraps this all up in a nice, neat little bow with this line: "Powered by Roquefort's own anger, attacking it will only make it more aggressive and powerful." Now, getting to Korsica... I'll only say this one thing. Can we just acknowledge she went from THIS:

TO THIS:

ALL BECAUSE CHAI CALLED HER OBLIVIOUS??? SHE'S OUT FOR BLOOD, SHE WANTS THAT TWINK OBLITERATED. "That's it! Now I'm mad!" - Korsica Anger Management? More like Angry Management, am I right?

5. Chai is Out of his Element:

*Holds Chai up by the scarf* Get his ass, you two (I say this affectionately)

Yeah, Chai is severely out of his element with both of them. These two fights are especially humbling for him, albeit for opposite reasons. Korsica is the one boss Chai can't just run in and beat the crap out of, so we see him struggle a lot as he constantly rolls nat 1s on charisma. He and the gang go through, like, three different plans in the span of the whole boss fight; first going with Peppermint's plan to state the facts and stay cool, followed by Chai's plan of trying to tire her out until she's willing to listen, and finally ending with "Fuck it, let's just kidnap her, we'll work on a plan D later". And to top it all off, Korsica throws an entire new addition to the parry mechanic at Chai in the middle of all of this, and he just has to keep rolling with it. For Roquefort's fight, I think it's pretty clear that Chai is TERRIFIED of him. He goes in all cocky and confident, thinking Roquefort's a pushover, and gets humbled QUICK when Roquefort reveals his true nature. You only very briefly see his confident attitude resurface during this fight, like when he knocks Roquefort through the glass pane to his money vault. Otherwise, he's either terrified or exhausted, especially at the end, gritting his teeth and getting ready to keep fighting because he has no other option. Not to mention the others are constantly reassuring and being protective of Chai during the fight via their call-in dialogue. Chai is straight up NOT having a good time. At least he got an unintentional nap after Korsica's fight, dude needs a rest after dealing with Roquefort. Where's SMIDGE when you need him, dude needs an energy drink, stat.

6. Boss Music:

Okay so I am NOT well-versed in musical vocabulary so like... bear with me on this. Hopefully this is coherent. Anyways, Negotiation and The Fizzith just... have the same vibe to me. Yes, I'm mostly focusing on The Fizzith, I believe in Streamer Mode Supremacy. First of all, I guess I can start off by saying that they're the only bosses with pure instrumentals for their tracks, with everyone else having lyrics in theirs. Second of all, both of their song formats just sound so... similar to me? Idk how to describe it, but like... They both start with a dramatic build up as they instill the fear of God in Chai, with Roquefort having that iconic classical music "DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUN" intro and Korsica having a shorter, but still just as powerful, build up as she jumps up and whips her batons out. This is then followed by, like, a slightly softer and steadier follow up as it proceeds with the rest of the intro cutscene, as Roquefort leaps over Chai and Korsica turns down Chai's offer to talk. Then the tension gradually grows as the fight goes on, with each phase adding another instrument or two to make things more intense. The Fizzith is already a lot more intense than Negotiation at the start, but you can still hear the build up with each phase for both. And then finally, there's a small "calm before the storm" section, aka where Chai almost talks Korsica down, and when Roquefort is amping up for his final Big Bad Wolf attack. Roquefort's goes back to a steady sort of beat for a moment, while Korsica's has that quiet clapping and softened tone. This is then followed by an intense, deep, high-energy climax as Korsica starts throwing everything she has at you, and as Roquefort sends this lengthy tornado sound-wave barrage at you. While this format is by no means an original one (hell, I noticed a lot of this in Mimosa's fight too), there's just something about their music that just... feels interconnected to me. Like, if I had to sit down and imagine any other boss having a parry-based boss fight like Korsica's, just going by their boss fight music, I'd go for Roquefort (with Mimosa as a close second). And genuinely, I have actually sat down and imagined it, and it's almost perfect. I'm connecting the two dots, motherfuckers (I'm not connecting shit) I'M CONNECTING THEM-

7. Control Over Security:

And with that, we're now arriving at the much smaller points that I don't have as much to discuss about. So I don't really need to say much about Korsica during this section, for obvious reasons. But as for Roquefort, he IS the one who takes over once Korsica's out of the picture and shit starts to hit the fan. "Kale, I prioritized shielding the tower. Reallocated the budget so not a bug will get in." - Roquefort And both of them are damn good at holding Chai and the others back. Korsica takes 3 whole stages to get to her, keeping you on your toes the whole time with lasers, brakes, and enemies galore. I imagine it would've been difficult as hell to get into the Security Department in the first place if Chai didn't get knocked out and held for questioning. And while his segment is pretty short, all things considered, Roquefort gives it his all to shield Vandelay Tower, locking it down so well that even the smartest members of the TEA-m are stumped. Chai's the only one with an idea, and even that had several hurdles. The second they started connecting to the cannon to launch Chai, security comes rushing in, and he probably would've gotten caged in if SMIDGE didn't unintentionally hold the door open for him. Let's also not forget the big-screened wanted posters, the whole Invaders Must Die cafeteria fight, and that one specific fucking bird that threw Chai around like a hacky sack. THEY. WANT. THIS. TWINK. OBLITERATED.

8. Their Affection Towards Cats:

Korsica has a folder on her computer labeled "CAT Gifs", and Roquefort fawns over 808 when she uses her Steal the Show ability. I rest my case.

9. Accidental Puns:

Okay, so I would've titled this "both like puns", but the jury's still out on Korsica in my opinion. Yeah, Chai says she's lying about hating puns, but to me, she seems like she's... on the fence of liking them. Like, she's hesitantly annoyed by them. But I CAN say that they've both accidentally made a pun. "You think you can strong-arm ME?" - Korsica "Hey, YOU chose to fight-...Wait, you like puns too?" (points at his arm) - Chai "What? No!" - Korsica "Roquefort here. Shut this place down! Protect Finance at all costs! (Heh, I said "costs!") - Roquefort "Ughhhhhhhh." - Peppermint

10. Probably Awakened Something in Players:

It's no wonder how thirsty the fandom is when these two have some of the most charged lines in the game... "You broke my concentration. So how 'bout I break you?" - Korsica "Let's take this somewhere a bit more secure. So we don't disturb the neighbors." - Roquefort Welcome to Hi-Fi Rush, where they appeal to both the "I love the kind of woman who could kick my ass" community and the furry werewolf boyfriend sugar daddy community.

11. Visual/Dialogue Similarities:

Finishing this off is a section dedicated to miscellaneous visual or dialogue similarities that I couldn't fit elsewhere.

(The camera zooms in before I can get a good shot of Korsica actually ON her desk, so standard shot it is.) TOP 10 WAYS TO ENHANCE YOUR LEADERSHIP SKILLS IN THE WORKPLACE #1: Jump onto your desk to establish dominance

Smug little losers...

GET FUCKING YEETED

Man, they even intimidated the camera man, they can't keep it straight.

Spiky, anime-ass hair/fur. Triangular.

Of course they have blue eyes and nails and pronouns (ft. Chai living the dream) Also, speaking of blue... maybe it's because both of theirs glow blue, but some of their cybernetics have the same vibe to me.

Mostly just the chest and the arms (since that's all Korsica's got). Maybe I'm just looking too hard but like... the blue tubes connected to the arms, the glowing chest... Okay, I'm running out of red string for my evidence board, moving on. Anyways, not as much to bring up about remaining dialogue similarities, but I still have a few. "Is that a floating cat? Ugh, nothing about you even makes sense!" - Korsica "The numbers are in... and YOU are OUT!" - Chai "Wow. That makes no sense, you idiot!" - Roquefort Behold Chai's natural ability to deal psychic damage by not making any sense whatsoever. And finally... mission plan dialogue. "Mission report. Just...go up." - Peppermint "Up?" - Chai "Up." - Peppermint "That's it?" - Chai "Looks like Korsica's in her office, and it's on the top floor. Hence, "up"." - Peppermint

"Chai, you're doing it! The Tower is unguarded. We're headed your way." - Korsica "Chai! Roquefort's office is a couple floors above you. Get up there and kick his ass!" - Peppermint When in doubt: go up.

So in conclusion...

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dramarec · 9 months

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Theerapanyakul Foundation Hospital

What would happen if the Theerapanyakuls were a dynasty of doctors instead of criminals? - A silly and self indulgent AU

Korn: cardiac surgeon, transplant specialist. Classic god complex paired with irrealistic expectations for everyone, especially his own children.

Kinn: general surgeon, colorectal surgery specialist. Temperamental, but meticulous. Expects people to read his mind. Fucked (almost) every OR nurse he worked with. He chose a surgical speciality to appease his father, but honestly he would have preferred something less invasive.

Tankhun: Planned to go into cardiac surgery, but avoids contact with patients after a traumatic experience. Works in theoretic medicine. Has unlimited research funds thanks to his family, which he uses to model the pathophysiology of extremely rare diseases in goldfish. There's like a grand total of 5 people around the world who understand his papers. They are actually groundbreaking, just in a very niche area.

Kim: still a singer, gives no fucks.

Vegas: maxillofacial surgeon. Failed to get in medschool on the first try, so he did Dentistry first and then General Medicine. Hardcore. Despite being fucking terrifying, maxillofacial surgery is not as well respected as Kinn's field.

Macau: is not expected to go into medschool. If he had to chose a speciality, he'd like to become an ortho bro.

Porsche: young hotshot paramedic. Thinks he knows better than everyone, and flirts with everything that moves. Very dedicated. Patients love him, doctors hate him. Absolutely no work-life balance.

Chay: is told not to pursue a carreer in healthcare daily by a very tired Porsche Pete: prenatal ICU nurse. Looks and acts adorable. The literal strongest.

Arm: biostatistican of Tankhun. Riddled with the impossible task of turning the weird fish his boss plopped down his desk into coherent data.

Pol: jack of all trades. Has been observed to work in every department, but no one's really sure what his actual role is. (It's committing medical malpractice for Tankhun.)

Big: the only male nurse in the general surgery ward Kinn has not fucked. (Actually, every nurse in the hospital is male, because Kinnporsche) Is vocally planning murder every time he has to register a patient Porsche has brought in, and read the complete bullshit Porsche calls "documentation".

Ken: secretly works shifts at general surgery and maxillofacial surgery as well. Biggest gossip.

Chan: That nurse. Queen of the motherfucking needles. Can create venous access in a geriatric patients with no functioning veins by throwing a canule at him like a darts. His department would probably run smoother if he was in charge and not some stupid doctor.

Tay: anesthesiologist. Highly skilled but prefers to work behind the scenes. Spends most of his day solving crossword puzzles and reading fashion magazines in the OR, while complaining that Kinn takes too long (again), and he'll have to work overtime (again). He is always correct. Saved Kinn's ass multiple times.

Time: OBGYN. Chronically late. Dismissive attitude. Not only did he fuck every nurse, intern and assistant, he fucked some husbands of his patients as well.

Nampheung: dermatologist. Does not age.

Gun: Failed to get into medschool.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #kinnporsche fanfic #or something like that i don't actually have a fic for this au #i jut liked the mental excercise #theerapanyakul foundation hospital

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chaileaf · 1 year

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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!!

⤷taglist: @poetrieshouse @tungstenorc @mackjestic @naegisimp @fishisahappydog @parkersmyth @huachengsbestie01 @chlooooop @seraphvm @bxcndd (if you only want to be tagged in anonymous bidder updates and not on my general taglist, pls let me know! also, if you'd like to be added to the taglist, comment and/or send me an ask!)

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.

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.”

#chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland chishiya #chishiya x reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya #chaileaf

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danceswithsporks · 2 months

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Awake- Part 1

Crosshair X Innkeeper!reader

** Not Canon to Season 3 **

Part 3 of the Complete Series

Story summary: Crosshair has seen both sides of the board when it comes to finding his place in a changing galaxy. Now that he knows the truth and is a free man, will he be able to adjust? Or will he need the guiding light of an innkeeper?

Authors notes: Well here we are! Part 3 of the Complete Series! Excited and nervous to get into Crosshairs story during all of this! So sorry for the long wait between Calm and Awake, but I truly hope this was worth the wait and you all enjoy the story!!

Awake, you loved being awake this early. The sun was just barely cresting above the horizon and coating the sea in a soft orange hue. The moon yos were still asleep as was the rest of the island. Your fingernails tapped against the ceramic of your mug filled with warm delicious caf as you watched fishermen leave their homes and make their way down the island to their boats. Your inn was currently empty, the Empire’s new rules and regulations making traveling more difficult for everyone. Once the sun came up you’d get a few islanders coming in for a meal but other than that it was just you in your big seven-room inn.

One of those rooms was your private apartment, set up to have everything you’d need without having to go out into your inn. The other six rooms were basic and held the essentials. A bed, a desk and chair, a dresser and a lamp. You also had a dining room with four different tables, a common area that housed a warm fireplace, a kitchen in which you did all your group cooking, and the patio that you were currently standing on. Usually, you'd take your morning caf in your apartment but with no one around you’d decided to take the opportunity to just enjoy your inn to the fullest.

You watched as one of the clones who’d taken up residence at the top of the island walked by you. Wrecker, that was his name. The fishermen loved having him around to help with the ships and the day's catch. Your friend, Stitches, simply loved him. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. Two others arrived with him, his brothers Tech and Hunter. Your other dear friend, Chai, had feelings for Tech. You envied both women, finally finding the ones that warmed their hearts. Tech had saved Chai’s life a few months prior when a tsunami had hit your island and in turn, a bond had been formed. From what she told you about the clone, he had some kind of feelings for her as well. Both of them couldn’t see it yet, but you could. As for Stitches and Wrecker, well some kind of interaction had happened between the two of them on the same night of the tsunami making the two of them develop feelings for one another. For both parties, it seemed things had only escalated since then.

The leader of the group of clones, Hunter, nodded to you as he walked by your patio and down the path toward the docks. You didn’t know too much about him, only that he kept to himself for the most part. From what Stitches told you, he cared only for the safety of his brothers and their sister Omega. Omega, an odd little girl with a heart of pure gold. She’d joined Stitches on one of her visits to your inn a few weeks ago. She’d been intensely interested in the ins and outs of an inn and how it all worked as well as the customers you’d had. Mainly if any bounty hunters had stayed with you. The truth was that you didn’t know if you’d had any bounty hunters as customers. You tended to avoid delving too deep into your customers' personal lives unless they became regular. Which was very far and few between.

Stitches had mentioned to you that two other members of their group weren’t around, Crosshair and Echo. Both had left on their own and while Omega talked your ear off about Echo when she’d visited, she hadn’t mentioned Crosshair at all. You wondered what had happened there. The first foghorn of the morning rang out across the island as the first of the ships left the docks and the thoughts of the clone brothers and sister quickly left your mind. Soon your regulars from the island would be stopping in for breakfast, it was time to get to work.

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“CT- 9904 it is time to awaken.” Emerie stared into the cell of the clone who’d stunned her over a week ago. His mood had decreased exponentially after his escape attempt. No doubt a result of the neurotoxin Hemlock used.

Crosshair reluctantly opened his eyes and stared at the bright light in his cell. “What now?” He was tired of these constant tests.

“Your message has been decoded. Doctor Hemlock has questions for you.” She tapped at her datapad a few times before nodding to the two guards with her. “Bring him to interrogation room eight.”

A long sigh left Crosshair as he sat up and extended his wrists for the restraints that would be coming. “What, rooms one through seven are too busy?”

Emerie ignored the snarky comment and turned to step out of the way of the guards. Crosshair reluctantly walked by her with his hands in front of him. The walk to the interrogation room was silent save for the sound of droids moving by them and the cries of the clones who’d lost their minds. Emerie found she held no sympathy for the clones in these cells. They were traitors to the Empire and thus would be treated as such. If only they’d submit to the reprogramming that was offered to them, their lives would become so much easier.

The door to the room opened with a hiss making the medical droid within turn towards them. It hovered with a tray of supplies momentarily before placing them down and moving to the side of the room. “On the table. Strap him down.” Her eyes never moved from her datapad as she spoke.

“Do whatever you want. I have nothing to share with you.” He wouldn’t crack, he wouldn’t waiver. He’d tell them nothing even if it meant his death. Crosshair had made a lot of mistakes in the last year. Choosing not to completely rat his siblings out was not one of them. If the Empire knew even a fraction of what he knew when it came to clone force ninety-nine and how they worked then they’d have been found a lot sooner. But Crosshair was nothing if not loyal to his brothers at the end of the day. Sure. He’d hunted them down in the beginning to get the girl back but his eyes had been opened after Kamino. He only regretted that it took his mission with Mayday to fully see how worthless he was to the Empire.

Mayday, the clone who didn’t deserve to die. Crosshair found himself thinking about him a lot these days. How he could have protected the man and saved him? How they could have survived that avalanche better and found help somewhere else. So many variables that he thought about constantly. The sound of the restraints on the table drew his attention as he was secured to the cold metal. Emerie moved next to him and stared for a moment. “What?”

She didn’t care for this clone, he was a traitor, not her brother. A traitor. “Give us the information he requires and make this easier for yourself, CT-9904.” Make it easier on them both. “Where is the clone named Omega?”

“I don’t know.” Hissed Crosshair while eyeing the large needle on the tray nearby. No doubt the same mixture from the last time he was here. Knowing Hemlock though, it was more potent.

Glasses were adjusted as Emerie suppressed a sigh before continuing. “Ct-9904, you sent an encrypted message containing the phrase ‘Plan eighty-eight’. What does that mean?”

Crosshair hissed as the needle punctured his neck and the solution was injected into him. The chemical burned in his veins. “You figure it out.” He wouldn’t give them up. No matter how much this hurts.

“How do you know how to contact them?” She tapped at her datapad and the restraints around his wrist began to hum as electricity prepared to course through them. “How do you contact the clone unit known as Clone Force ninety-nine?”

The sting of the electricity around his wrists made Crosshair tense. He could survive this. This was nothing compared to the sting of betrayal if he gave up his brothers. “I. Don’t. Know.”

This would be a long interrogation at this rate. Emerie sighed. “Think for yourself, CT-9904. You can stop all of this right now if you give me the information I want. To show she was serious, she reached to the table and held up a small vial. “I have the antidote to the neurotoxin racing through your veins.” She tapped her datapad and lowered the electricity power. “Take a moment to think, Crosshair.”

His eyes shifted to stare at her as she used his name. It was the first time he’d heard it in months aside from hearing himself say it or in his dreams. It had to be a trick. What was her angle? She moved the vial of antidote side to side for him to see, the liquid within moving in unison and drawing him in. Relief was right there, all he had to do was answer a question.

-*-

“Crosshair, please.” Gentle hands cupped his face as pure eyes stared into his. “Open up to me? Let me know the real you.”

“You couldn’t begin to understand what I’ve been through.” Crosshair tried to pull away from the hands but found himself stopped.

“ Let me try, sniper. Let me be the one to listen to you and know you. Let me love you.” She cooed sweetly to him while stepping forward and pressing her body against his. “Let me be yours, Cross.”

“Cross. CROSSHAIR”

Crosshair groggily opened his eyes and looked towards the sound of someone saying his name. His name? Looking at the door to his cell, he saw blonde locs and young brown eyes staring at him. No. Why was she here? “Kid?” He sat up quickly and moved to the door.

“Crosshair. You’re ok!” She looked over her shoulder quickly before looking back to the clone. “I don’t have a lot of time. I’m just glad to see you’re ok.”

“What are you doing here?” Were they here to rescue him?

“Hemlock found us and threatened the others. I gave myself up to protect them.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke, instead opting to stare at her feet.

Now that she mentioned it, he could see the prisoner's uniform on her. “What!” He hissed loudly. Hemlock had found them? Had threatened Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo? A fury burned inside the sniper at her words. He’d strangle Hemlock the moment he could. But wait. “How are you here?”

“Hemlock is letting Nala Se use me as an assistant like before.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a ration bar. Carefully she slid it through the slot designed for food on the door to the clone. “I heard they don’t feed you guys enough. Take mine.” She didn’t like the taste of rations anyway.

Crosshair carefully took the ration stick and placed it on the floor next to him. “You can’t come back here Omega. Ya need to think about yourself.” If they found her here talking to him.

“Omega.” A familiar voice cut through the space. “You should not be down here.”

Crosshair glared at Emerie as she walked down the hall to them both. “Leave her alone. She was just leaving.”

“It is not wise for you to be down here. We must go before you are discovered.” Emerie placed her hand on the shoulder of Omega. She ignored Crosshair.

“Wait. I need to tell him something.” Omega felt herself turned away from Crosshair and prepared to walk. She needed him to hear this from her and not someone else.

Emerie looked down the hall for any sign of guards or Hemlock. “I will relay the message to you later. We must go.”

“Go, Kid.” Why was Emerie being so protective over her? He thought back to the interrogation room two weeks prior. She was kind to him then as well. What was going on?

Omega looked over her shoulder towards Crosshair and nodded. She trusted Emerie to tell Crosshair about Tech. Maybe she’d get lucky and run into him in the clinic and she could tell him then. It just needed to be her. She wiggled out of Emerie’s touch and ran to the cell door, her fingers gripping the metal. “I’ll be back.”

Crosshair shook his head while Emerie watched them. He didn’t trust her. “Don’t come back.” He didn’t intend for the words to be so harsh but she needed to not come back here. She needed to focus on herself. Pulling his hands away from the door, he stood and walked to the bed.

“Come, Omega. We must be going.” Emerie gestured for Omega to start walking and the girl finally obliged. She wondered what was so important for the child to tell CT-9904. Whatever it was she’d pass the information along. If only to help the girl trust her more. Out of all the people who deserved to be here, the child was not one of them.

Nodding solemnly, Omega pulled away from the door and walked away from Crosshair. She wouldn’t listen to him, she’d come back and see him as often as she could.

-*-

It would be nearly two weeks before Crosshair saw Omega again. Two long weeks of uncertainty and upset. It hadn’t been Emerie who’d told him about Tech. He hadn’t seen the woman in days. No, it had been Hemlock. The asshole had told him while getting ready to torture him again.

“I’ve heard your sister has been to see you. A good reunion?” Hemlock stepped around the table that Crosshair was strapped to. The doctor had taken a liking to testing his latest creations on the clone in hopes of breaking him finally.

Crosshair twitched on the table but continued his refusal to answer. “Where. Is. Omega?” He hadn’t seen her in four days since she’d first come to see him. In all honesty, he’d expected she wouldn’t have given up so easily when it came to seeing him. The fact it had been so long had surprised him.

”Omega is on restricted privileges right now. Far too many attempts to visit you and other clones.” Sighing, he walked around the table while tapping his fingers on the metal. “Nonetheless, she will acclimate to our ways here and be given back her privileges in time. That the ways of the Empire are here to help you. Not restrict you.” He stopped next to Crosshair's head and leaned down. “While there’s still hope for CT-9901 and CT-9903 to understand this I’m afraid CT-9902 will not be able to.” Crosshair's eyes shifted to him, catching the man’s attention. “Ah, you didn’t know? Omega failed to tell you?” Hemlock pulled away from Crosshair while clicking his tongue against his teeth a few times. “Tsk tsk tsk. She should have told her brother that his twin was dead.”

No. Tech couldn’t be dead. The batch was indestructible. They’d survived Kamino being destroyed with them inside of it. Surely Tech could have survived whatever Hemlock had done. His eyes stared daggers into Hemlock's skin. He didn’t believe him.

Hemlock chuckled deeply as he stepped over to the syringe waiting on the medical tray. “You don’t believe me? A shame. I have no reason to lie to you.” Holding the needle up, he tapped it a few times to remove the air bubbles before returning to Crosshair. “Help me find clone force ninety-nine and I’ll allow you to see Omega.” He watched as Crosshair turned his head away from him and stared at the ceiling. “All I am trying to do is show them the benefits of working for the Empire rather than against it. With your help, you, your brothers, and your sister could earn the life you want. Instead of them being on the run.” The syringe was held up for the restricted clone to see. “So I’ll ask again, CT-9904. Where is Clone Force ninety-nine currently hiding?”

Letting them go so easily after taking Omega had been a mistake. He needed them and their desirable mutations when it came to his dark trooper program. But he was desperate for the young clone to be returned to get Nala Se to work. The Kaminoan had refused to do any work until the girl had been retrieved thus putting them behind schedule to an almost concerning point. It wasn’t until he returned and looked at the latest numbers in the program did he realize the abilities of Clone Force Ninety-Nine would be useful to him. He had CT-9904 and though he hadn’t turned yet, he would at some point. They all cracked eventually. When he did then Hemlock would be able to use his superior sniper skills to train his dark troopers. “Help me to help you.”

Crosshair could still remember the pain from that night. Hemlock's concoctions were becoming more potent. He shifted in his bed while wincing at the pain in his arm. The day prior another clone had tried to free the others and pull off a prison break. Crosshair had been foolish enough to try and join in an attempt to find Omega. The clone who’d led the prison break had been killed on sight and the rest of them punished. His punishment? His dominant arm was broken.

The guard who’d broken his arm had spoken to him briefly while returning him to his cell. “Even if you did escape you’d be useless as a sniper now. Is there a reason for you to escape?” Those words had cut deep for the sniper.

His arm had been placed in a sling to slowly heal as opposed to him being placed in a bacta chamber. A feeling that Crosshair found painfully uncomfortable, a constant reminder of what happened when you tried to flee the mountain. No one left Tantis. Not alive at least.

“Crosshair!”

Omega’s voice surprised Crosshair and he visibly jumped. “Omega. What are you doing here?” How did she get out of her cell?

“Nala Se let me out. Something is about to happen, I don’t have much time but be prepared.” Omega looked over her shoulder before looking back to Crosshair. Her eyes caught sight of the sling and she frowned. So he had been punished during the last prison break as well.

“What are you talking about? No one would be foolish enough to try and break out after the last attempt.” It had just happened, no one would be dumb enough to try again. He didn’t bother moving from the bed this time, instead opting to lie down and simply listen to the girl.

“Nala Se got a message out. Plan thirty-seven.” A noise behind her drew her attention for a moment. It wouldn’t be Emerie this time. Not after the clone had raised concerns about the amount of testing going on with Omega. Nor after Emerie tried to help Omega escape a week ago. Omega hadn’t seen Emerie since then and Hemlock told her she wouldn’t. Hemlock had Emerie disposed of after it was clear the woman was no longer under his control. It seemed he wouldn’t keep anything from the girl. “I can’t stay long.”

Plan thirty-seven. Coordinated attacks from both inside and outside with trust in the information. The only problem was that they didn’t know when it would happen. “This place is nearly impenetrable. Don’t be a fool and believe they’re coming, Omega.”

She looked back at the defeated clone and shook her head quickly. “They’re coming. We just need to be ready.” The noise echoed through the halls once more and she moved away from the door. “I need to go. Be. Ready.”

Before Crosshair could say anything back, she was gone. Crosshair let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes. The poor girl was about to have her heart broken. There was no way that the batch would be able to survive an assault on Tantis.

It would be foolish to dream as such.

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artpo · 2 months

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Seeing the prompt and the character for this week's @kpquickndirty got my brain juices flowing immediately!!!

Text/Quote: "Where do you think you're going?"

Warning: Angst ahead

Kim is overwhelmed by the recent events of his life. Instead of reaching out to people, he snoops. Kim and Kinn INTEND to have a much needed conversation. (But I pressed post instead of saving to drafts LMAO🤡)

Remixes always welcome!!!!

Breaking into Kinn's office was easy enough. The advantage of being one of the Theerapanyakul brothers was that bodyguards would not question your actions.

The word is that Kinn won't be back to the compound until the evening. That gives Kim a few hours. To look and to try understanding his brother.

Kim opens the heavy drawer of Kinn's desk. An unopened bottle of whiskey. Kim moves on to the next one. Office supplies.

Of course. Kinn wouldn't keep important documents just lying anywhere in his office.

The worst has passed, but so many secrets remain. Porsche and Chay now sit atop of the minor family hierarchy and it makes Kim's stomach twist. Why did Kinn allow this? He understands that defying a scheming man like their father needs to be thought out thoroughly. At the same time though, he also doesn't understand. His head is in pure chaos.

Chay is not in the university pursuing music as he always dreamed of. He is at the heart of the danger. Not even tracking him, convincing himself of Porsche's best efforts and finding out that Chay is going to therapy consoles Kim.

He needs something more. He looks frantically for any sign, any document that would prove to him that Kinn ensured the protection of Chay. A written confirmation, even if based on false hope, is better than no confirmation at all.

He closes the final drawer. Frustration. There is nothing.

He takes a few steps away from the desk to observe the top of the desk. A picture of Kinn and Porsche from their honeymoon. A picture of... Kim's breath hitches. It's him. Or at least a version of him. Happier version. A grumpy-looking child, leaning against Khun’s shoulder. Khun’s head is leaned on Kim's and he is smiling. Beside them, Kinn is grinning, his cheeks and teeth covered in chocolate stains. He can almost feel the moment again.

Kim shakes his head, remembering why he came. His head turns to look towards the doors of a smaller room connected to Kinn’s office. From his pocket, Kim retrieves a piece of thin wire. He approaches the doors and gets to work, in desperate need to push the feeling of nostalgia out of his head.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kinn's voice startles him and his hand freezes. He remains silent.

"Kim... Why are you here?"

Kim turns around. His brother is standing at the door, staring right at him. "Forget you saw me."

"No. I let you get away with so much. Too much." Kinn closes the door behind him. "Talk."

#kpquickndirty #kim theerapanyakul #kim and kinn brotherly relationship #kim is in his FEELINGS

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the-cookie-of-doom · 22 days

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Five things Porsche learns about Kim lets gooooo

This actually started as a prompt from @shubaka forever ago (before we were friends 🥺) and I decided to torture myself by turning it into a 5+1 fic! But then I stalled out bc I didn't know what to add for the other parts klasjdhgf. It's actually still floating somewhere around here in my writing tag!

In it, Porsche is trying to befriend Kim, and Kim is horribly resistant to it. Porsche steals Chay's phone since Kim won't answer him, only for Kim to hang up as soon as he speaks, it's a whole thing. Basically Kim being forced to bond with his future brother in law <3

The first thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he's a squirrely little bastard. He weasels his phone number out of Chay - after finding out that Kinn didn't have it saved in his own phone, which will be a conversation for later - but Kim doesn't any answer any of the flurry of phone calls and texts that Porsche hurls his own way. Apparently, according to Porchay, Kim has memorized all the numbers of everyone important enough to be worth his time, and doesn't bother with anyone else.

What if someone has to borrow a phone? Porsche had asked. Sucks to be them, Chay replied, with a silly smile that might mean he's kidding, or it might mean he knows exactly how ridiculous Kim is being, but still somehow likes him anyway. Porsche would prefer the former but he's almost certain it's the latter, and he's trying to figure out exactly why Chay would like him so much. Because as far as Porsche can tell? Kim is more akin to a feral cat than anything else. Keeps his distance, sullenly watches Porsche anytime they happen to be in the same room, looking away only to scan for the nearest exit - which he takes at the earliest opportunity - and Porsche is certain Kim has actually hissed at him once. Probably not. Since Kim won't answer unknown numbers, Porsche is forced to stoop to his level. Kinn's phone is of course out of the question, which only leaves one other person, at least only one Porsche can easily access, guaranteed to have it. He's holding a struggling Porchay in a headlock while the phone dials. It only rings once. "Hello, love," Kim greets, his voice warm and syrupy and so, so fond that Porsche has to gag, just to see the way his brother flushes. "I'm sorry, Kim!" Porchay shouts. He's still struggling, digging his hands into Porsche's sides. "I tried to stop him!" "Porsche." And there it is, that flat tone Porsche is used to. "Hi, Kim, how's it going?" he asks casually. "Goodbye. "Wait, wait, wait!" It's no use. The line is already dead. Porsche releases his brother with a groan, and doesn't fight it when Chay snatches back his phone. "Why does he have to be so difficult?" "Kim doesn't like being cornered, hia," Chay scolds him. "If you just talked to him like a normal person-" "He won't let me! He keeps running!" "You're intimidating!" Porsche doesn't believe that for a second. If Kinn wasn't intimated by him, no way his feral, murderous little brother was. "Maybe you're coming on too strong? He probably think you're gonna kill him for, y'know..." "No, I don't know." Porsche side-eyes Chay, who's no longer making eye contact. "Do I need to kill him?" "No!" "Should I want to?" "Hia, No!" Chay throws his hands up. "See! This is why he won't talk to you! You're embarrassing." "Good. Also, I don't care. I want to talk to him, and unless he wants me to lock you in your room and forbit you from seeing each other for the rest of your life, he better cooperate." Chay lets out a sigh like the weight of all the world is bearing down on him. "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, sullen.

#cookie writes #kimchay

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flowers can you some Stan headcanons🤭🤭🤭

HEADCANNONS

Stan Marsh

AGED UP TO 18 PEEPS

cw: drinking, smoking, drugs, abuse, slight nsfw, addiction

a/n: hehe i hope u like this ruby!!! also this is for anon and @wonyoungies-world that also requested stan head cannons <3

also again same with kyle in the regular head cannons style are together but in the relationship ones he’s with reader!

- Ok I have like two versions of Stan in my head. football Stan and emo loser Stan. I love both versions a lot lmao.

- Stan has a shitty relationship with his Dad. He loathes him for moving him away from his friends to tegridy farms. His Dad was very absent in his life so Stan has always felt extremely neglected.

- He absolutely adores Sharon . He’s such a mummas boy. He goes to her for everything.

- Stan is THE bisexual queen lol!

- His closet is just oversized sports tees and baggy jeans.

- I think his family is catholic but he isn’t a religious person at all.

- He had a weird relationship with Shelly growing up but as teenagers Shelly took Stan under her wing because she saw how Randy’s neglect affected him.

- He’s absolutely petrified of turning into Randy.

- Bleaches his hair at 3am drunk one night with Kyle so he looks less like his Dad.

- Bro has been in LOVE with Kyle forever.

- Thinks he’s super slick with it (he’s not).

- Didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.

- They kissed once at a party but didn’t speak about it.

- After they moved to the farm he stopped smoking weed cause it made him angry.

- Has a mullet for a while because Kenny influenced him.

- Saved up his pocket money for a shitty electric guitar and it his pride and joy.

- Loves playing music it’s an escape for him.

- Like I said in the Kenny head cannons, Stan forms a band for the second half of high school.

- Some of his favourite memories are with the band.

- Doesn’t hate coffee but doesn’t love it. Wendy put him onto chai lattes.

- Has a really good friendship with Kenny.

- Really struggled with alcohol abuse throughout high school. I think he didn’t wanna admit he needed help it made him feel weak.

- Loves blueberry muffins.

- Spends heaps of time playing minecraft with Kyle and Kenny.

- My guy is greasy, starts looking after himself when he hits 16.

- If he played sports he plays football and ice hockey.

- He’s really good at both but it’s not where his passion is.

- Soooo fond of animals. I think he’d volunteer at the same shelter karen does.

- Did not get out of bed for days when Sparky died.

- Kyle surprised him with a puppy after about a year of dating.

- Deftones enjoyer 😭

- Really struggled with depression. Didn’t go on meds until Kyle literally begged him.

- His guilty pleasure is painting (HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE).

- Sets up a little corner of his garage with an easel and spends a lot of time there.

- Always has headphones in.

- Went to rehab right before college.

- Really struggled to figure out what his direction in life should be.

- I think he went into veterinary work!! Switched to animal and plant conservation after he realised he couldn’t deal with putting pets down.

- Worked at the library for a while, he liked the peace and quiet.

- Started helping Heidi and Kyle with the community garden.

- Quarterback obviously lol.

- His favourite breakfast food is pancakes.

- Loves the ocean. Isn’t a great swimmer but Kenny taught him to surf.

- After working at the library he really got into reading books.

- Listens to brown noise to get to sleep.

- Still wears his ratty ass beanie everywhere.

- Hates summer, loves spring.

- The day him and Kyle started dating was one of the best days of his life.

- Him and Kyle share his wired headphones on long road trips 🥹

- Can’t do laundry to save his damn life.

- Gets in weird cleaning moods and power scrubs his house.

- Him and Kyle get an apartment together.

- Loves hearing Kyle play piano.

- Can’t eat vegetables without dip (same).

- Marjorine does his eyeliner before gigs.

- That boy can sleep just about anywhere.

Stan in a relationship

- So clingy like SO CLINGY.

- When he’s in a relationship he adores his significant other.

- Loves to lay his head on your chest while your fingers thread through his hair.

- Will make you put your feet on his and slow dances with you.

- Always touching you even if it’s lowkey, linking pinkies, bumping shoulders.

- Is so scared he’s not good enough for you, will require a lot of reassurance.

- When he goes through his depressive episodes he becomes very withdrawn. Will take him a while to open up.

- You will push his towards seeking professional help but he’ll only do it when he acknowledges he actually needs it.

- Always calls and texts you when he’s drunk.

- When y’all had sex for the first time he was a nervous wreck. So scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself.

- After a while he learnt what you like really well and knows how to make you feel good.

- Such a switch.

- Hear me out he’s such a thigh guy!

- His love language is quality time 100%

- Prefers nights in over going out! Y’all watch bad movies for shits and gigs.

- Supports whatever you do, number one cheerleader type beat.

- You’re at all of his gigs in the front row screaming your heart out. He always melts at the sight of it.

- You paint his nails black.

- He likes to braid your hair for fun.

- He sleeps over at yours a lot because being around his dad is hard.

- Struggles to sleep so y’all go on 3am drives for donuts.

- Long late night drives together!

- You guys swim in Starks Pond over the summer and ice skate there in winter.

- There’s no such thing as a quick kiss with stan, he always kisses you very passionately.

- He’s so tender with you when you guys are in bed and he wakes up first.

- Had made you so many playlists and sends you new music recommendations all the time.

- Wrote a song for your anniversary and sung it to you. You cried for hours.

- When he was struggling with his sense of direction in life you guys made a bucket list together.

- One of his bucket list items was to go to Europe so y’all did exactly that.

- You surprised him with a puppy one year after you moved in together. He cried.

- Sunday brunch is a weekly thing, he always gets pancakes.

- Y’all nap in the sun together in your hammock.

- He reads you his favourite books before bed 😭😭

- You will do drunk karaoke together.

- Matching bracelets!

- He likes to kiss your neck and shoulders while he stands behind you.

- Likes to peck your nose and see your face scrunch up.

- Calls you beautiful at least 50 times a day.

- Has a polaroid picture of you in his phone case.

- You wear his clothes and it turns him on LOL.

- Was terrified of marriage until he met you. It completely changed his perspective.

- Will propose to you on a walk you guys do in Lake Como. You both cry.

- I think Stan will try so hard to be the best version of himself around you and it makes your heart melt.

#legoflwrsrambles #south park x reader #south park headcannons #stan marsh #stanley marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stanley marsh x reader #stanley marsh headcannons #i love my boy

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New hyper-fixation, new OC, lol. This one is for Hi-Fi Rush! Their name is Honey, the left render is them while working for Vandelay, and the right is after they join Chai and the team! They're sweet, very trusting, and love living life to the fullest! But they also have a hard time focusing on reality and can come off as more than a little invasive because they watch people. Constantly. Even when they really shouldn't. They have a passion for all kinds of performing arts, but their main talents lie in dance (particularly ballet) and writing music!

Their face (including eyes and voice) are Vandelay Technologies prosthetics, and their robotic attachments can encase them and allow them to duplicate the appearance of anyone they've seen. Combined with a little bit of AI technology, they can even copy mannerisms and become very hard to discern from the original.

Backstory/infodump under cut! There will be spoilers! And it'll probably be long, lol.

So! Honey used to be really close with Kale before he took over the company. They gladly called him their best friend and were a little blind to some of his faults, chalking it up to him simply being an 'ends justify the means' kind of guy.

Kale, however, saw a little more in the relationship than was actually there, and harbored a little bit of an obsessive infatuation for them. After developing SPECTRA, he approached them with his plan to take over Vandelay Technologies and propositioned them with not only a lucrative position working for him, but the role of his beloved. He fully expected them to hop on board without question.

Honey did not. They asked if he was seriously going to mind-control his own mother, why he had to do it this way, what was even the point of vying for this so hard? Also?? They didn't think of him like that! And as his friend, they had to tell him that not only was this idea ridiculous, but absolutely awful!

Essentially, it turned into a huge blow-up. Things ended on horrible terms and, shortly afterward, Honey got into a near-fatal "accident". Kale, however, was coincidentally nearby, and managed to save them. And he even was so kind as to gift them state-of-the-art technology to replace all that they'd lost.

Tech that just so happened to have the yet untested SPECTRA.

Now fully under Kale's control, he "helped them realize" that they did, in fact, return his feelings, and were more than happy to take the job offer on top of it.

So he continued with his plan, stealing the role of CEO and placing them as the head of the Surveillance Department, which included their own SPECTRA pass-key. It was a mostly fluff job that didn't require them to leave his side too much. But when they did, it would be to check in on the other departments, usually by disguising as another Boss, or a lowly worker if they needed to be particularly inconspicuous. They were Kale's eyes and ears, and whatever they found, they could record through their prosthetic eyes and send directly back to him.

During this time, Honey's true personality was fully suppressed. They were simply subservient, quiet, and...

Always.

Watching.

The other Bosses were aware of them and their ability to spy when needed, but didn't put too much stock in them otherwise. They never spoke unless addressed by Kale, and only reached out themself through email. By the nature of their job, they had the most correspondence with Korsica and the Security Department.

After Rekka was defeated and Chai blasted Peppermint's involvement to Kale, he was able to deduce that the next target would be the AI Labs. After having Honey replicate Rekka long enough for her to "peacefully retire" and keep the news off the company's back, Kale sent them down to R&D to keep an eye on the situation. There, they disguised themself as one of Zanzo's robot assistants and watched the entire shitshow of experiments he ran on Chai.

By the time Chai came back with Macaron, Honey had sent their footage to Kale, who immediately set out with Korsica, sparking that whole chase. When Chai was captured, Kale opted to have Honey stay with Korsica for the interrogation, as a protective means for whatever information she could get out of him.

Well, that didn't work out. Korsica left and, not knowing what else to do, Honey simply observed Chai as he escaped. He noted how weird they seemed, especially when they didn't try to stop him, but with more important things to take care of, it didn't occupy his mind too much.

Once Korsica was recruited, though, she brought it to the group's attention that there were actually seven pass-keys, and informed them about Honey's role-- or what little she knew of it. And in the time they rested up and planned to deal with Mimosa, the group got to see the ways Honey replicated the other Bosses to help maintain the sense of normalcy for the company, pretending to be all three of the defeated Bosses on video and through email.

Mimosa was defeated with Honey quietly watching all the while. When Kale shut down the campus and retreats into the tower, he gave them one task: post up where the defect would try and break in, and see if they could beat him with his own skillset. If not, he'd managed to gather enough data on the temporal displacement Peppermint developed for them to use to retreat.

So Honey waited in Production, and challenged Chai along his route to the cannon. Needing as much information as they could get, they would pull him in for "dances", assessing how he moved and learned the rhythm of the beat that he moved to. Chai, meanwhile, was both flustered and weirded out by this whole "horror-movie-but-the-monster-is-cute" type situation. After each dance, they would take on the form of one of his friends and fight, using the temporal displacement to retreat whenever necessary.

The final fight, Chai had to contend with Honey perfectly replicating his own moves, his own appearance, and his own feel of the music. They seemed to understand the beat on the same wavelength he did, making the fight difficult for him. But also, it became apparent that not only were they under the control of SPECTRA, but that this strange dance-off almost seemed to pull them out of it part of the way. The physical distance from Kale also helped and, by the end of it, he was able to somewhat break through to them.

Ultimately, he gave up that run for the cannon to take them back to the hideout and have Peppermint try and disconnect them from SPECTRA until it could be destroyed. She did so, especially after realizing that she knew Honey from their friendship with Kale-- and had presumed them dead after their accident.

Once free from SPECTRA, Honey was able to fully be themself again, though with some of their trained quirks still remaining. They learned that they'd been practically catatonic for five years and about all of the things Kale had done in that time. Somewhat disillusioned by everything, they offered to help any way that they could, becoming a staunch ally of the group. And, as an act of kindness, everyone helped them get a new outfit that wasn't chosen for them by Kale!

When Chai calls on their help, they replicate him and copy his every move, essentially doubling his damage output, lol. This makes them have the longest reload time, though, and they can't replicate his special attacks.

After Kale is defeated, Honey learns to grapple with all that had happened to them-- including still having flashbacks to how they perceived those five years under Kale-- and finds a home among this rag-tag group. And perhaps even discovers true, healthy love in the form of a certain wannabe rockstar... ;)

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush oc #oc x canon #my art #Also I handmade the background using reference from official images for the game; lol #It's not a perfect 1 to 1; but I'm pretty proud of it!

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📖 for kinnporsche the series? your ideas are just so good!

thank u nonny!! 😭❣

this one took me a while to type because it is my weird whacky fic child who i love very dearly but struggle to explain. so, uh.

✨ Necromancy AU ✨

Big dies in the warehouse. Porsche gets Arm to get his body out, gets Kinn to delay the cremation, and gets Chay to reanimate Big.

(because reanimating the dead is just something Chay can do, because he figured it'd be a good skill to learn and he's my most specialest boy.)

Kinn (who's at the morgue for Porsche) is flabbergasted, Khun (who's at the morgue by a miracle) is stunned silent, and Kim (who's here because Khun texted him but didn't say Chay would be here) is more shocked by Big than Chay's abilities.

(Kim is the only person other than Porsche to just accept necromancy as A Reasonable Thing For Chay To Know. this is why they're Chay's favorites.)

anyways so Big is now awake and surrounded by this family. this is hell. not just for him, his sudden undead status is causing a lot of problems:

Porsche just had Chay bring Big back, he didn't like...tell anyone what was happening or make a plan for what to do with him.

Kinn just figured out his new guard roster, and now he has to redo it to accommodate one very grumpy and very loyal Big who now doesn't need trivial things like sleep or food.

there's the looming specter of Khun's upcoming dry cleaning bill because he won't. stop. poking. Big.

Big is trying very, very, very hard to ignore that not only do people know he knew about Porsche and Kinn, but that he loves Kinn so much he died protecting Porsche.

speaking of, Porsche just thanked him for saving Chay and (in a quieter voice) for saving him.

Big is in hell.

despite all that, Big's plans for his new life are to just go back to being Kinn's perfect guard. he is ignoring the awkwardness, none of this is fine, none of this will be fine, but it will be NORMAL.

this is hampered by the fact that whoops, turns out the undead need to hang around their "masters" for at least a few hours every couple of days to "recharge" so to speak, as discovered by Pol when he screamed so loud he set a fire alarm off because he stumbled over Big's body face down in front of Kinn's door at 2am.

this is even further hampered by Korn, who will absolutely not stand for his preferred heir being guarded by someone who might be more loyal to someone other than him. Korn uses the "recharge" issue to force Big out by way of making him Chay's permanent guard.

so now Big, the perfect bodyguard who only got better at his job in death, is now stuck hanging around a high schooler who doesn't get into trouble and just wants to make music with his bitchy boyfriend.

(because oh yeah, mr. the untamed nerd Kim is obviously ridiculously into Chay being able to resurrect the dead and leaks feelings before he can run away and sabotages all future attempts to ghost Chay (insert necromancer joke here). Kim's fears of love and hurting those he loves will cause different problems.)

anyways, Big is suffering. not only is he stuck guarding Porsche's baby brother (who! he's realizing he likes as a person! will the horrors never cease!), Chay keeps being nice and thoughtful and looking out for him as a person and asking after his happiness and shit (the horrors!! are not ceasing!!!!). when Big finally has enough of all this Being Treated Like A Human Being business and asks Chay why he even cares, Chay blurts out "Big, do you even want to be alive?"

because this has been eating at Chay ever since he brought Big back at the morgue. because he never knew Big and never asked if he'd want to be alive again, Chay just did it for Porsche, who wasn't doing it for Big but for his own guilt. and then Big's old life was like an ill-fitting glove, because he and Porsche can't be bitches with Big's sacrifice hanging over them but don't know how to act when they aren't being bitches, Korn won't accept him back because he only sees his own paranoia and none of Big's loyalty, and Kinn might appreciate Big's loyalty but he won't fight for it either, not when he's trying to juggle the rest of Korn's messes coming to fruition. Big's been completely forced out of his old life and any ties he might've kept to the other guards (as few as they were) are ruined by the others' guilt and discomfort, because Big might not have died in the first place if literally anyone had listened to him during the Tawan debacle, which they could ignore when he was dead but can't when he's alive and there in front of them.

and the whole confession draws Big up short because no one's ever asked him what he wants before. Big was just the son of a mafia enforcer who got scooped up young by the main family as a personal guard for Kinn. Big's never even considered that what he wants could be an option. even when he first came back, his main considerations were on the ways he was a better guard for Kinn. Big's chosen more things for himself in his weeks with Chay than he has in his life, and he never stopped to think how he feels about that.

he does now. kinda. this is Big after all. but after both forty-three excruciating minutes and three days, Big finally answers Chay, "i never lived for me before. it's...nice." Chay, who's gotten quite good at reading between the lines after all the exposure from Kim and Big, beams and makes him help him pick his electives for his first semester of university, because Chay's determined to help Big find a hobby and he's overcome far tougher things than emotional constipation.

[[ ask me about fics im not writing ]]

Bonus

small scene snippet from shortly after Big's first brought back to life, right after Kim's walked into screaming, stolen Pol's gun, and shoved Chay behind him for protection, because i love themm

Kim opens and closes his mouth silently before sputtering, “But you— I heard— What…?!”

Chay worms his arms around Kim’s waist to get his attention and his head pops over Kim’s shoulder. “It’s okay, phi,” he says soothingly, “I brought him back.”

Big gets an eye full of Kim’s face flashing through four emotions he recognizes and thirty he doesn’t, which is thirty-four more emotions than Big can deal with. Kim twists around in Chay’s hold, just enough to squint at him from the corner of his eye without letting Big out of his gun’s sight line.

“You know how to resurrect the dead?”

Chay drops his chin onto Kim’s shoulder with a huff. “Why do people keep asking me that? It seemed like a useful skill to know!”

“Obviously,” Kim scoffs, which is the first original response Big’s heard to that all day. “I meant you can do it? What, we’re you bored and just googled ‘how to make a zombie’ one day after school?!”

Chay rolls his eyes and pokes the undersides of Kim’s ribs. Shockingly, Kim pushes further into his hold, rather than away. “Don’t be silly. You have to be trained by a shaman to make a zombie.”

Kim actually turns to look at him dead on. His gun is still trained on Big.

Chay cocks his head to the side. “What? I just googled ‘how to bring back the dead’ and went from there. It’s basically CPR!”

“That worked?”

Chay looks genuinely baffled. “Why wouldn’t it?”

Kim stares at him incredulously before suddenly going boneless in Chay’s hold, squishing him back against the wall. Chay does not protest being squished between Kim and a hard place. He actually looks delighted by it. Big would like to go throw up now. He doesn’t know if corpses can do that, but he’s willing to make an effort.

“Of course it works, you’re you,” Kim grumbles. He knocks his head against Chay’s and rubs in a move so cute Big will throw up, death be damned. “If life worked for me like that...”

Chay beams and pats his stomach. “I’ll teach you!”

Turns out corpses can't throw up, but they can gag so hard they choke.

#kinnporsche #necromancy AU #i feel like there's so much im leaving out of this lol #if anyone remember cash from my OC list #he's a reoccurring cast member in this one #because necromancy AU isn't named necormancy AU because of the necromancy #it's necromancy AU because of 2 jokes i wont let die #1. pol screaming every time he sees big #(big's starting to think it's personal 😤😤😤😤😤)#2. big's presence fucking up cash's accounting sheets #those are in fact 90% of what i already have written #also i say im not writing this one but i also wrote more while checking my notes to make this outline #maybe the true necromancy was me resurrecting this WIP along the way #ask game: fics im not writing #OH ALSO #everything of mine has patricide obvs obvs #but my story notes are Literally just #''korn gets eaten by a crocodile''#i dont even remember how that happens #but thats apparently how korn dies in this one #no reanimation for him

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