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june-again · 9 months

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JANG HAN-SEO: # treason.

summary. yet another angsty introspective character narrative. mentions of emotional & physical abuse (obviously). me being upset (again).

word count. 0.4k. timeline. spoilers for up to episode 6.

Jang Han-seo was a traitor.

In his mind, there would be no denying it. Both him and Joon-woo recognized it as fact, and they always had. Han-seo’s half brother was waiting for the day of betrayal, preparing for it, setting up traps in it. His fate was to try and escape, and reach, and fail. But still, the truth was no secret, though he declared it false every time he was challenged. Han-seo hated Joon-woo, and so he was a traitor. And part of being a traitor meant that he had hope.

This life—it was dreadful, vexing, and violent. But there were things he wished were real. He wished he really could be the CEO of a company. He wished the company was run properly, that so many people didn’t have to die. Han-seo wished that his employees didn’t see him as the tyrant Joon-woo had puppeted him to become. He wished that his brother’s dark, twisted amity was real. He wished that his life of affluence was genuinely as comfortable as it ought to be.

He wished that he didn’t have to shudder while walking around his own home in daylight.

Today was going to change a lot of things. Joon-woo was going to reveal himself to those two from Wusang. Their names were forgotten to Han-seo. He didn’t remember names consistently. He didn’t remember much, mind rotted away by a past with drugs, by trauma to the head from Han-seok’s violence, and from his self-distrust learned from Joon-woo’s friendly reminders. In a way, today meant that he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore that he was the mastermind behind the company. And in a way, that was a relief, because he hated what was happening to Babel.

But today was going to change Han-seo’s fear. It was going to increase it.

Knowing that Joon-woo was starting to reveal himself meant that he was coming out of the shadows. And with him came the demons that lived there, no longer restrained to threatening and abjecting Han-seo in privacy.

As Han-seo’s fear increased, so did his hope—irrational, desperate hope that someone would see the truth and save him from it.

It was pointless. He knew. He knew because nobody stood up to him. Despite his position, he still had a slight reputation for being incompetent, but still nobody stood up to the cruelty and manipulation Joon-woo had coaxed him into.

It was pointless, but Han-seo still hoped.

And this was why Jang Han-seo was a traitor.

author's note. woo girl i am back in my FUCK JANG HAN-SEOK feels. someone give this guy a hug because i am upset and going to cry over it and have NO words for what this show does to me between laughs and gasps

#vincenzo #jang hanseo #vincenzo fanfic #hanseo angst #han-seo angst #jang han-seok #joon-woo #vincenzo drabble #jang han-seo imagine #sobs so hard

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iwouldhaveadoredyouinfinitely · 6 months

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Finding daddy wasn't difficult. Jang Han Seok. Everyone in South Korea knew Jang Han Seok. He was the man. Jang Han Seok, chairman of Babel Group. That was her daddy. Alpha Jang Han Seok, young chairman of one of the leading conglomerates in Korea. There were so many pictures of him. But there was nothing to connect him to her mama, to any Han Seo. Nothing about his family (his mate, his offspring). Ae Ra thought of all the ways her daddy and mama could be bonded, beyond just a mark on mama's neck. Mama had marks all over his body. He had some scars. On his forearms, on his ankles, on his wrists. But she never asked why the scars were there. She just thought they were mama. Releasing the breath she had been holding, Ae Ra's fingers glided over the computer keyboard as if it were some kind of terrible, overwhelming hunch, and there, on the screen, all that suddenly appeared in the search bar were five words that Ae Ra had written while fear ate away at her soul: Han Seo Korean Missing Omega

Blood Underneath The Rug, chapter 1.

#myfics #blood underneath the rug #song of the hopeless ones #jang han seo #jang han seok #jang brothers #jang jun woo #han seok #han seo #jun woo #vincenzo #vincenzo fanfic #omegaverse #kdrama #jang brothers fanfic #jang bros fanfic #jang bros fic #dead dove do not eat #dead dove do not eat fic

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imlyfie · 2 years

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Headcanon that HCY after learning about V's mafia nickname drives him up the wall with English cat idioms.

E.g : "Darling, why are you having kittens"

"Your smug ass has nine lives doesn't It. How did you even survive that shootout?! Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Has your game of cat and mouse ended? Hope the Italian family is safe"

#vincenzo incorrect quotes #vincenzo #chayenzo #hong cha young #vincenzo fanfic #someone write this #song joong ki #jeon yeo bin

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0anodite0 · 11 months

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EVERYONE (Everytwo)

FOLLOW @dongyeonsimp

SHE’S AMAZINF AND THEY WRITE WONDEFUL HEART WRENCHING STORIES ABOUT VINCENZO

💜💜💜

#vincenzo fanfiction #vincenzo #vincenzo fics #vincenzo fanfic #writing #tumblr #fanfics #ao3 #anodite rb

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filthy-mudeoki · 10 months

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NEW CHALLENGE ME DAILY

Thinking of starting up another challenge me daily - all based around kdramas (nothing more than 500 words)

Drop a prompt or request and I’ll see if I can write it! Check the tags for relevant kdramas I’ll consider for this.

Let’s get writing 🌸🌸

#writing prompt #challenge me daily #fanfic prompt #asks #kdrama #kdramadaily #fanfic kdrama #big mouth #dr romantic 3 #doom at your service #vincenzo #netflix kdrama #netflix korea #tvn netflix #we need big mouth fanfics asap #vincenzo fanfic #doom at your service fanfic #dr romantic fanfic #hidden love fanfic

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delicateglitch · 2 years

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Vincenzo tag hit 1k fics on ao3 😭😭😭

#tvn vincenzo #Vincenzo #vincenzo fanfic #vincenzo fic

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luvxkdrama · 1 year

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— jealousy

pairing : jang hanseok//jang junwoo x reader

warnings : swearing, mentions of killing, toxic/abusive relationship, screaming.

word count : 1.8k

summary : jang hanseok gets furious when he finds out you hung out with another man.

a/n : I don’t support toxic relationships, this fanfic is for entertainment purposes only!

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The sun was slowly settling down while you were making your way to the cafe at the corner of the street.

November was one of your least favourite months because of the short days and humid, unpleasant weather. It demotivated you to wake up while it was still dark outside and leaving work when the sun was already settling down.

Working at one of the best law firms never made it easy to leave work earlier than 6 pm. There’s tons of paperwork and when you’re finally done, your boss always finds something to keep you at work. You’re starting to believe he really hates you to another level, but if it’s indeed the case, it’s reciprocal.

When you finally reached the cafe, you were on your last legs. After quickly ordering an iced americano, you sat down on one of the free tables. It was usually pretty empty at 7 pm since most of the people would rather directly go home after working the whole day than stay in a cafe. However, you loved to spend time there since one of your childhood dreams was to open your own cafeteria. Sadly, your parents never agreed to it and you ended up having to follow their dream path.

“Y/N?” You turned around when someone mentioned your name, only to be face to face with a young man in his mid-twenties. At first, you had no clue how he knew you but then you slowly recognised him thanks to the tiny scar on his left cheek.

“Changho?” You smiled at the unexpected meeting. “It’s been so long since I last saw you.” You chuckled and got up for a quick hug.

“Do you mind if I join your table?” He asked, smiling.

“Not at all.”

After sitting down, you both got your drinks and got lost in a long conversation. You would never think you’d meet your best friend from elementary school again after he left to study abroad. At first, you’d keep in touch regularly but then you both got caught up with studies, work and you eventually lost contact.

Back in time, you two were inseparable and you treated him as if he was your actual brother. People at school would in fact gossip about you two dating but you never saw him that way. Your love for each other was purely platonic.

“I’m glad I came back here.” He admitted, looking at you.

“Why didn’t you stay in Australia? I thought it was your dream to work there.” You asked, sipping on your iced americano.

“I really loved studying there but I didn’t feel at the right place. The atmosphere wasn’t the same as here, in my motherland so I ended up deciding to come back here and have a new start.”

“Well I’m not gonna lie, I’m happy you’re back. I missed having my brother here.” You admitted and looked at the cafe’s clock to check the time.

“Oh gosh, I’d love to stay more here with you but I really have to go, work has been a mess these days and I’m craving to go to bed.” You looked at apologetically, scratching your neck.

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t possibly agree more, I had lost of work as well.” You both laughed and exchanged your numbers to meet some other day.

“Hold on, tell me y/n, did you finally find your prince on a white horse?” He raised one of his eyebrows, sipping on his drink.

Changho almost chocked on his drink after you proudly showed him the engagement ring.

“No way! When did that happen!?” He smiled.

“A few months ago, it was really unexpected but he made sure the moment was unforgettable.” You softly chuckled at the memory of Hanseok holding a box with a beautiful ring inside.

“I definitely have to meet him someday and tell him how much of a lucky guy he is. Congratulations!” You both high-fived and eventually left the cafeteria.

“Do you need me to call a taxi for you?” He was about to grab his phone but you shook your head.

“No need, I live around 10 minutes from here.” You reassured him but his face was hesitant.

“We talked a lot though and it got pretty dark.” He looked around at the few street lamps that didn’t give much light. “Let me walk you home, it’ll be safer.” He suggested and you ended up agreeing.

The walk was short but you obviously felt more comfortable with someone by your side.

“It was nice seeing you again, I look forward to our next meeting.” Changho waved at you and left once you were at your doorstep.

“See you!” You smiled and grabbed the keys in your purse.

“Hanseok I’m home!” You exclaimed but pouted when there was no response.

You took off your shoes and made your way into the living room but your fiancé was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t worry you though since you thought he was simply still at work.

You were about to boil some water to make yourself some tea when someone turned you around and planted a rather harsh kiss on your lips. You didn’t panic though because you knew it couldn’t be no one else other than Hanseok.

After about 5 minutes of your make out session, you broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around his bare neck, admiring his toned chest.

“Well that was a warm welcome.” You chuckled but frowned when his lips didn’t even twitch into a smile. “Did something happen?” You asked, unsure.

“Why did you come home so late, hm?” He hummed, softly caressing your neck, not even making eye contact with you.

“I got caught up with work, you know how my boss hates me.” You sighed, deciding to lie because you knew he wouldn’t like it if you mentioned you were with another boy.

“Work, huh?” His soft grip on your neck suddenly got tighter and his eyes turned cold, finally meeting yours. “Weren’t you perhaps caught up in a conversation with a man in a cafe?”

“Did you really follow me?” You sneered, not believing it but his grip got stronger.

“Why would you meet another man and why would you fucking lie to me about it!?” He screamed.

“That’s exactly why I lied! You’re already making a big deal about it even though you don’t know why I was with him!” You exclaimed, frustrated.

“Don’t you remember how many times I told you I’m the only man you need in your life? No other man can satisfy you as much as I can!” He smirked.

Before explaining everything, you freed yourself from his grip around your neck. You coughed a few times and cleared your throat.

“We met by accident today! He’s my old best friend from school. This man was like a brother to me and he’s the only one who was there for me when I was a kid. You know how my parents were at that time. He used to be the only person who actually cared about me.” You sighed, however the anger in Hanseok’s eyes didn’t go away.

“Awh, I’m supposed to get emotional? He is still a man, a very important one for you as I can see. You better not meet him again.” He gritted trough his teeth.

“Or what? You’re gonna kill him?” You sneered at him, rolling your eyes.

“You wanna bet?” He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He threatened.

“I hate you.” You pushed him away and were about to leave but he grabbed your arm and put you back against the counter.

“I wasn’t done with the conversation.” He said, putting both his arms against the counter, hovering over you and blocking your way out.

“I’m tired of you being so possessive! I hate how you don’t trust me when I talk to other guys. Do you really think I’d hook up with each guy I talk to? As I see, I’m nothing more than a whore in your eyes. Plus, I just learned that you follow me around. You really don’t trust me to that point?” You sighed, becoming more frustrated.

“I don’t trust you? Oh sweetie, I trust you with my life, I just don’t trust the scumbags who talk with you. I mean, I don’t even want to start imagining what they must think when they see such a pretty face with a perfect body.” He whispered, tracing both of his hands on your upper thighs. “Regarding the following, I ordered a few bodyguards to watch you because, in case you forgot, a few people wish to kill me right now and I can’t let anything happen to you!”

“I don’t care what these men think, I only got my eyes on you anyway.” You exhaled and ran your hand trough his locks. “Plus, you keep our relationship secret so I doubt your enemies know about me.”

“Princess, you have no clue how the world I live in works, I can guarantee they have informations about you and that’s why I have to keep an eye on you.” He softly pecked your forehead.

“If you say so… but you have to stop acting this way whenever I talk with a guy, promise?” You showed him your pinky and he locked it with his as a promise. “If a guy ever gets too close to me, I’ll beat him by myself.” You said proudly, making Hanseok smile.

“Hm, sure.” Hanseok caressed your cheek.

“Let’s go to sleep now, we both have to wake up early tomorrow.” You rubbed your eyes and your fiancé suddenly picked you up.

“As you wish, princess. You do know that you can quit your job anytime though? I can give you everything you need.” He smirked and softly pecked your forehead.

“Even though my boss is horrible, I like my job. Plus, I want to have my own money that I earned by working hard.” You admitted.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled and laid you down on the bed. “However let me atleast call your boss to say you’ll be absent tomorrow, hm? So we can have some fun together.” He whispered the last part and you felt a strand of wet kisses along your neck.

His hands were busy exploring your body while his mouth was leaving marks on your neck. One of his fingers was about to travel under your skirt but you stopped him.

“Not today, I’m too tired and still a bit mad.” You turned around and heard him laugh.

“Alright fine princess, but you better turn back around.” He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and put your head on his bare chest. “Way better.” He nodded and you laughed before falling into the arms of Morpheus.

Hanseok slowly caressed your hair and even though he promised to not get angry and possessive when he sees you with another guy, he knew he’ll break the promise the second it’ll happen again. You are his and he can’t let anyone hurt you or take you away from him.

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inzaghisgirlfriend · 8 months

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Vincenzo drabble about wanting... posted here because I need to get off Twitter once and for all

He wants his mother.

He's four years old, and the sudden sound of thunder scares him.

And, just like that, before he even has to call for her, she's come and holds him close, drawing her fingers back and forth across his back and saying his name into his hair, and the fear is gone and he wants to stay awake a little longer so he can just feel it all.

He wants his mother.

Calls and calls and calls for her.

Cries.

She doesn't come.

He doesn't know these people. He just wants her.

Wants her, and she doesn't come.

He wants to fit in.

To speak the language in a way that doesn't make his classmates snigger or ask him a sarcastic che.

To master this.

To be good.

He wants to tell his Mamma he loves her.

Because he does.

Only every time he tries, he thinks of Eomma. And all the reasons he cannot.

He wants revenge. And nothing more.

He wants power.

Fabio's seen something in him that no one before ascribed any value to. He taught him how to harness and hone his rage into something useful. Something punishing.

And he wants unfettered access to those who deserve to feel it.

He wants to feel something again. Anything.

He's tried everything he can think to to make it happen - fighting, alcohol, cocaine, women, men. Nothing registers.

But the want doesn't go away.

So he keeps trying.

What does it matter, after all, if he destroys himself in the process?

He wants - no, needs - to stop feeling.

After the little girl clinging to the teddy bear, he can't turn any of it off.

He wants to help Fabio.

He knows the man is dying. Has a legacy to consider. A family that will live on beyond him.

But.

He also wants out. Forever.

Nearly every conversation they have becomes a lie he hates telling.

He wants to thank Paolo for the first time in his life. For giving him an escape. An excuse.

He wants his fucking gold. And nothing more. He hates this country.

He wants to see his mother wearing prison clothes.

Wants to see the look on her face when she finally remembers him.

When it's his turn to leave her behind with strangers who don't care.

He wants her - the attorney's daughter.

He shouldn't.

He won't do anything about it, of course. He doesn't need complications.

He wants to kill the people who ordered the hit. For the first time since the little girl, he wants - craves - revenge.

He wants her not to care so much about him. He's trying very, very hard to do the same.

He wants to kiss away the worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. And a cleaner hand to touch her with than the one that disobeys him and makes its way to her shoulder.

He wants to find a way out of doing this; he wants her never to know how much he wants to kiss her.

But when he turns, she pulls him close. And presses her lips to his.

He wants to kiss her again. He will not.

He wants to thank a bird for saving his life.

He wants her to hate him. It's the only good he can hope give her.

He wants to stop himself from making the promise he does about returning to her. He also wants to refuse her nothing.

The latter wins easily, the way it always does.

For the first time in nearly thirty years, he wants his mother.

Wants to eat bunggeopang together and call her Eomma again.

He wants the people who took his last chance away from him to suffer.

He's buried his mother a second time and wants to cry. She sits beside him and lets him, her arm around him, fingers lightly stroking along his back.

He wants her to know she's only one he'd ever fall to his knees for. Curses the way she turns around and does the same for him moments later.

He just wants to sit beside her a little bit longer.

Listen to her breathing.

Keep his stupid mouth from saying everything else he wants to say.

He wants her to know Jan Han Seok didn't go comfortably. But she told him to go - to leave without making further contact, and, as usual, what she wants wins out.

He wants to forget the way the moonlight reflects the the tears in her eyes.

He wants her to forget him.

But never to forget her.

He wants to think that Fabio would forgive him for killing his flesh and blood.

He wants his men safe.

He has all the power he's ever wanted now.

He hates the way Fabio was right about the way it solves nothing.

He wants his family to be different than it was.

All men.

Few who looked like him.

So many other things that simply weren't allowed.

Luca reminds him he needs only say the word to make it so.

So he does.

And they shift focus.

He wants an island.

So he buys one.

He wants to get word to her that he's alive.

He chooses a postcard so he doesn't say anything he shouldn't.

Worries she'll hear it anyway.

He wants to send a second one - for her to understand that this is his way of telling her to let him go. To live her life. To forget him.

He wants to think there's no harm in sending another.

And another after that.

He wants to drink the wine he discovered that she's named after him.

Instead, he imagines tasting it on her lips.

Wants not to, but cannot stop himself.

He wants to see her win. And watches for it from afar.

Wants to thank her for clearing his mother's name.

He wants to stop having the same irritating conversation every few days - for Luca to shut up and understand why it won't work.

To leave him to his misery in fucking peace.

He wants to see her one more time.

Only so life doesn't make a liar of him.

He'll use it say goodbye to her. Give her closure so she can move on. If she hasn't already.

He wants to be the kind of man who hopes she has.

He is not.

He wants their kiss to never stop.

He wants to punch the smug smile off Luca's fucking face.

But it's infectious, the bastard, and he catches it and just pours them both another drink while slurring something sarcastic in the direction of the sunset about his right hand man needing a new goddamned hobby.

He wants her here right now. It's been two goddamned weeks since Seoul, and he doesn't want to wait another two.

He wants to exercise patience enough to wait, at least, until she's settled in and rested.

Or, even, perhaps, simply past the goddamned dock.

He wants her a second time - before his heart's even slowed back down again from their first.

He wants to make this thing between them work.

He wants to thank a God he hasn't spoken to in years for the way it does, all on its own.

For the way he gets something good that he's never deserved.

He's three weeks past forty now, and the sudden and distant roll of thunder has him looking up from the work spread across his desk.

The aquamarine water is darker without the sun shining down upon it, and it meets an uncommon roiling and inky blue sky at the horizon.

A hand comes to rest upon his shoulder, and he leans into the touch. He wonders a moment whether she knows he's always been afraid of storms.

She cuts off the thought by talking, telling him a story she says her father always told her - a legend about a bird who lived in the heavens and had the power to punish evil by dropping lightning bolts onto his enemies on the ground.

He looks up in time to see her smiling fondly, recalling the way Hong Yu Chan chuckled and then scolded her for saying she wanted to be that bird when she grew up someday.

She sees him looking and smiles back down at him. Says storms always remind her of him, of them, now.

Laughs out loud when she adds, "And Inzaghi, too, of course."

It's then that he realizes that life has led him, inexplicably and undeservingly, to a place where he wants for nothing he doesn't already have.

#vincenzo #vincha #vincenzo fanfic #vincenzo cassano #chacenzo #hong cha young

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dongyeonsimp · 3 months

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I had fun with this, I had finished it in April of 2023 but editing it was even more fun! Lmk if you like the whole POV thing I'm doing to showcase Han Seo's thoughts!

#vincenzo #jang han seo #tvn vincenzo #jang hanseo #the jang bros #vincenzo cassano #jang han seok #jang hanseok #hong cha young #vincenzo fanfic

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doyou000me · 1 month

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Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Tagged by @lurkingshan - thank you for the tag!

3 Ships You Like:

Luca and Vincenzo. They're my rare pair hell ship and I'll keep it afloat singlehandedly if I have to. Luckily I don't, because there's two of us holding up the fort on Ao3, and @ristique-xy and I are basically feeding each other at this point.

For those of you who haven't seen it, Vincenzo is a Korean drama from 2021. Vincenzo is the main character and Luca has like 5-10 minutes of screen time in the entire series. Nothing can convince me that they're not murderous lovers for life.

Yoh and Mizuki from My Personal Weatherman. I watched it, moved on, and then was reminded of it after a certain picture and discussion with @candidamay, which made me go back and rewatched MPW and now I'm trying to write a fic for them. It is resisting me but I shall employ stubbornness and persevere.

Kinnporsche. Again, I watched the show when it came out and moved on. Now incredible fanfics (go read Bad Bet by @luckydragon10 and The Power In The Taking by @iffervescent. Both are excellent and very NSFW - proceed with caution and heed the tags) and tumblr in general are slowly making me slide down the slippery slope into the fandom. Can't say I'm putting up any resistance. The Kinnporsche plotbunnies are breeding in my already overpopulated head.

Honorable mentions: PayuRain and PrapaiSky. Need I say more?

First Ship Ever:

My first ship must be something like 15+ years ago, so I really don't remember. Also, I don't think I've ever been big on exclusively shipping one pair of characters, so OTPs aren't really my thing. I tend to pick one favourite character and then ship them with pretty much any other character depending on what dynamic I want in the moment. I still do, but now I've started entertaining the idea of just throwing them all together in one big poly relationship.

Last Song You Heard:

Wonder by The Rose has been playing on and off in my head the last few days

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Favorite Childhood Book:

The Redwall books by Brian Jacques.

Currently Reading:

Nothing. I tend to read in short, intense bursts (like a book/long fanfic in 1-2 days), and then I read nothing for a while.

Currently watching:

Love is Better The Second Time Around

Deep Night The Series

Bingeing:

Bloodhounds (rewatch with a friend)

Sandman (watching with a friend)

Currently consuming:

Yoghurt and musli with banana. It's breakfast.

Currently craving:

Juice.

Tagging @ristique-xy @functionalasfuck, @cryingatships, @candidamay, @7nessasaryevils because I'm curious about what's going on in your heads! Do it if you feel like it, ignore it if you don't :)

#tag game #kinnporsche #my personal weatherman #vincenzo #fanfics #Youtube

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