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a-wins-a-win · 3 months

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okie so ur guy finally got around to watching Bare : The Musical (mouse!! why?? because!! I love comparisons <3) and anyway. thought I’d document my thoughts

tldr; I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Bare: A Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways.

it gets a bit long so under the cut, if you wanna skip the dot points i summarise/reiterate down the bottom of the post

okay no but the photographic memory detail is kinda interesting. kinda sad in a lot of ways too if you think about it

the audio quality is Not It so forgive me if I don’t pass judgement on any of the songs

“Jason you act every day.” “I didn’t fool you <3” they’re cuties // they are SUCH goofballs here! they’re so dumb! teenageboycore if there ever was! I love them <3

it’s so WEIRD to hear a lot of these lines out of order / in a different context

ALSO the lack of singing during auditions is throwing me off

“Do you think your sister’s bi?” “…” “Bipolar?” I laughed—

Matty Patty babey boy!!! he’s so… he’s so something. idk if I like it yet. im very used to introvertedly anxious Matt but this Matt is such a lil cutie

WHOAH OK Portrait Of A Girl is way early

but I think I like a lot of the lyrics - “You don’t have a clue / what she is doing with you / what she is doing to you.”

actually no this is a crazy interesting take on Matt & Ivy and I’m OBSESSED with the way we get to see Ivy’s actual introspection on it in this context

ohhh okay. so it’s That kind of basketball team situation for Jason (+ Peter !! goddamn they really hate that kid)

the art class is a fun character device ! (also I’m screaming over the Math Book exchange)

i am intrigued by the Romeo & Juliet casting in this version ngl

I knew that they merged the Nadia & Lucas characters (lowkey I hate it! I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia + inevitably the McConnell dynamic) but it’s still weird to see it . That said “Out Of Your Mind” [as best as I can approximate what the song’s called??] is kind of a vibe

he was named after Peter Pan r u kidding ?? i am so so intrigued to meet Claire Simmonds in this version now

ohhh nooo I am having FEELINGS over Best Kept Secret (as I always do) but DAMN

“If the word were different and if wishing made it so […] I’m trying just as hard as you!” jason mcconnell you will be the death of me

im SICK why is everyone so MEAN in this version

EMO PUPPY DOG MATTHEW LLOYD I LOVE YOU

^ also goddamn that whole scene was An Exchange. interesting take

“You Don’t Know” is beautiful tho*

“I hear ya.” “Do you?” any glimpse of snarky/sarcastic Peter is a relief (not sure that I’m quite here for this Peter characterisation) . Also the Peter-Diane friendship is somewhat iconic

JASON is the birthday bitch!! that’s. something.

oh okay! this Portrait Of A Girl/Boy reprise is so intriguing to me. this version of Ivy in general is so intriguing to me

snarky Peter Simmonds you are everything to me <3

i miss ‘Are You There?’ hopefully it comes back to me later, I am desperate to see this Peter & Matt have a meaningful conversation

i could honestly not discern most of those lyrics but whatever they replaced 911! Emergency! with seems unnecessarily extravagant? for very little payoff

“Peter did you learn the entire script?” “Maybe.” no I love that for him though. i’m struggling because I like a lot of this Peter’s little character MOMENTS, but OVERALL I don’t like him

again the lack of singing is throwing me off

“I’m NOT your boyfriend!” OWCH

“Your world might not stop!” ohhhh okayyy i am. going a bit insane. over this mcsimmonds.

EVER AFTER !!! EVER FUCKING AFTER !!! (or whatever this version is officially titled)

what is the general consensus on Jason having Role Of A Lifetime?? bc aside from the title not making thematic sense for his character... idk it could just be the delivery but i don’t hate it

i am Not Here for the Nadia-likes-Matt subplot, tbh. i think it’s silly.

there is something so so desperate & violently destructive about this Jason - and it isn’t even like. hidden behind this facade of effortlessness that Pop Opera Jason puts up, if that makes sense?? (yes I am upset that he kissed Ivy first even if it makes sense for this version of Jason)

what an act 1, ngl. I am so anxious for act 2.

oh ok that’s a bit cute

“What if I told the world your story? / What if I told them what you’ve done? / What if I went and shared your secret? / What if I let them know I’m someone?” OH OKAY!!! this Peter is A Character!! and he’s fascinating!!

“I am gonna win… yep, I promise.” oh ow okay that hurts

“What If I Told?” [again guessing at song titles] is doing irreparable damage to my psyche /pos and I can feel it happening in real time

oh shit! i forget that they’re not even roommates in this version!

i feel like this version of the story (or at the very least ‘Touch My Soul’ or whatever it’s called here) is really capitalising on the Ivy-Peter similarities in the way the characters are being played

ARE YOU THERE? <33 WHY ARE YOU SO LATE IN THE STORY???

“Are you there? What did I do wrong? / Tell me and I’ll fix it, get us back where we belong.” screaming crying throwing up what the FUCK

disappointed in the lack of patt meter tho ://

NO BC THIS CONTEXT!!! of Sister Joan putting Peter in!!! i actually quite like it!! i kind of hate the stagings where they have Peter like. butt in, for lack of a better phrase to use. bc that’s so uncharacteristic for him, I always read that scene as he’s stage whispering the lines/doing the motions for Diane to follow along with and he just sort of ends up in the Actual Scene accidentally

ough. the mcconnell siblingsism… it’s missing and it makes me sad

“I don’t wanna be here anymore.” OH NO OH NO I DON’T NEED TO BE THINKING ABOUT THE TRAGEDY OF PETER’S SUICIDALITY NEXT TO JASON’S SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES AND THE WAY THIS STORY PLAYS OUT !!! IM GONNA BE SICK !!

“God Don’t Make No Trash” isn’t my favourite song in the show or anything but I do miss it a bit, even if the replacement song works for Sister Joan + this Peter

ok no now I’m upset do we just not get to know anything about Peter’s mother at all in this version?? look with this version of Peter I don’t feel like she’s a necessary piece of his character/story but still. would’ve been nice

“I have plans, I’m not that girl.” // “If I can’t, then why should he?” Ivy !! i am back and forth on this Ivy! i like a lot of it but I also don’t like a lot of it, those lines tho are so everything to me

“So talk to him.” “We don’t. Talk.” rip to the mcconnell siblingism. like I suppose it makes sense? given the vague family dynamic this musical gives us, but still. I miss them <\3

there is something so physically painful to me to watch Jason have such obvious emotional stress fractures

the lack!! of singing!! is so wild!!

oohhh this Matt is so fucking vindictive - “Is this just another thing you’ll try for the day?” SCREAMING

OH FUCK OKAY

oh I’m gonna be sick watching this meltdown

again!! the absolute sick dog violent desperation radiates off Jason generally but FUCK ME it’s so bad here - like I really truly believe that in that second right after Cross that this Jason made the decision to kill himself**

love the R&J costumes in this version tho ngl, they’re a bit cute

oh shit he’s really just. Dead. like obviously he’s dead in the Pop Opera as well but without Queen Mab it really does just feel like. you blink and he’s gone without any sort of buildup/unravelling

i feel like they definitely tried to recycle a bit of the early versions of the Father Flynn storylines for Father Mike here - like they don’t explicitly go for the queer angle but it feels a little bit alluded to, imo

the fucking bookending!!! i’m such a sucker for that shit

oh. okay. it was certainly A Watch - definitely interesting! full of odd character choices I didn’t love, most notably the basketball team and the way that side plot played out, also the merging of Nadia & Lucas’ characters. I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia’s character, the McConnell twins relationship, Nadia & Peter’s relationship, & I like Lucas as a character (& a plot device) so it really feels like a lose-lose situation. And I would’ve liked to have Peter’s mother at least alluded to, especially given how much more Sister Joan seems to fill a motherly role (and it would’ve made sense thematically! Given his hypothetical conversion with Jason’s mother in You & I, coupled with Diane’s whole spiel about her mom being her best friend - it’s a missed opportunity imo) (even tho as established for this characterisation of Peter it’s not quite so necessary)

that said! credit where credit is due - I am supremely intrigued by the characterisation of… okay most of the cast now I’m thinking about it. Would definitely like to do a comparative character breakdown (let me know if anyone else would care for that at all).

Emo puppy dog Matt Lloyd you are so special (it’s such a silly way to play him!! the show all but eliminates the academic part of his and Jason’s rivalry and THAT makes me sad bc I think it would be so so interesting to play into the rivalry more with this Matt and this Jason - but the way Matt & Ivy’s relationship exists in this version of the show, the absolute lack of any academic focus At All [which?? like they are At School, that SHOULD count for something] and even the play part feels somewhat lacklustre in so regards to the Matt vs Jason element, which again I think is a mark against B;TM)

as I said above - I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways. Which is another point - it’s so so crazy to me that The Musical is the adaptation of the Pop Opera, not the other way around. Which kind of sucks! because I think making it into a book musical, not a sung-through show, does give a little more breathing room for character & relationship work and development, but it just seems ill utilised, to the point where it doesn’t even seem to match the Pop Opera, let alone improve/expand on it. Because all the extra dialogue time had to be spent on reordering the story beats so we ended up losing time with the characters in a way.

or at least that’s how it read to me - obviously I am not a professional reviewer/critic so don’t take my word for it, I just wanted to talk it out. or shout it out into the void, as my tumblr may be. if you read this whole thing?? shoutout to you, I love you <3

#the ass quality audio made this somewhat difficult. if anyone has a version that doesn’t sound halfway underwater it would be appreciated #LISTEN I hear y’all when you say it’s not as good as BAPO and I believe you!#but I love to compare and contrast. so.#* worth sacrificing the Pop Opera characters of Nadia & Lucas for? idk. probably not.#** of course the whole Two Households but still happens - which is I guess Jason trying to bargain and like. delay the inevitable. -#but I truly think that I’m the second after Cross Jason’s suicide was pinned to the universe’s cork board #as I say credit where credit’s due I did like several things about the musical! it’s just. second fiddle to the pop opera (for good reason)#yeah. if anyone else has thoughts throw them my way bc I definitely think it’s an interesting comparison #mouse talks bapo #bare a pop opera #bare the musical

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diadrawsstuff · 2 years

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Disclaimer: I wanted to open a series and write to every episode something, but I already caved after EP 1 and simply not have the time for such thing. Now it sat here for months unfinished/unposted and I decided to at least post what I wrote, so it doesn't go to waste. I hope whoever takes the time to read this you enjoy. Uh... spoilers for an anime that came out in 2001, i guess...

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- !LONG POST INCOMING! So I started to watch the kirby anime... I finally caved and started watching the anime. The english dub available on YT to be specific and it's an experience. While i've seen many thinks about here in tumblr, seeing it for myself is an experience.

Right now I only saw 2 episode and pause probaly all 5 seconds to take screenshots, so i decided to share those and some of my thoughts.

Enough rambleing, spoilers for "Kirby right back at ya (2001)" ahead.

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It starts out good enough, I thought, a nice night shot with some random bird that likely won't be relevant. (I know better now)

Gotta say, these sheep designs are very cute. You just wanna join them.

Little did I know, I will mirror these cuties in a second.

Like stars above, that thing is huuugge. Little naive me thought to herself: Huh, what could this monster possible want from these tiny walking fluff balls which i like to cuddle?

HA HA HA, what THE FUCK.

And then it FLIES AWAY to the castle, that for some reason looks really abondend when i look at it now. I really thought it was some old empty castle.

And while i still sat there in silent shook about the pile of bones that just fell down the screen, the intro kicks in. And it has no right to be that catchy. It also explains the general plot pretty good. If you don't wanna see the anime, at least threat yourself to that. It also indirectly warns about the random 3D models that appers suddenly.

Now that i write this down, i realise that, while most likely not intentional, it fits that Octagon (that's it's name, I'm not kidding) eats the sheep. Cause it's a monster from Nightmare Interprises and "counting sheep" is a cliche methode to fall asleep to pleasend dreams.

(I bet that Shepard didn't get a smidge of rest after that happend.)

The first look at the child, adorable like always, sitting in a spaceship.

I actuelly feared that they replaced his wrap star with this. Don't get me wrong i like the design, but that star is too iconic to be made into a ship.

"It's big and it's scary and it eats everything in sight!"

"That's King Dedede!"

I actuelly laughed at that, no amused exhale through the nose, but like an actuell laugh. As far as I'm aware, Escargon is a anime only, but he already scored is on my good side.

Like i already mentioned with the intro, the 3d is scaring. But hey, first Waddle Dee's apperence.

And also the first apperence of this Dreamlands most judgemental child and her little brother.

Personal Headcanon Time: Tiff and her family are the same species as Garlude and Jerico(?) (Meta Knight's other friend idk if that is his canon name, the guy with the shild and the locket)

(Like i said, I've been spoilered about certained things.)

"You might be right Tiff, a monster is the kind of thing Dedede would like."

"He must be behind this!"

I'll come back to this later, keep it in mind for now, pls.

"Want me to check him in for a two-week stay in the dungeon sweet kingy."

It speaks for itself.

So what i gather from this scene is that Dedede has ordered monsters before and later it's shown that he has the delivery system already installed. The Salesman from eNeMe adresses him like they spoke before.

And the Cappies act like this is the first time they had to deal with this or they wouldn't ask Kabu for advice...

Spoilers for episode 3

Like what's going on? In a later episode Meta Knight drops some lore about how he came to Dreamland cause he figured out Dedede owns and uses a delivery system so he stuck around, hopeing it would attract Kirby's Spaceship to the planet. Why is Dedede ordering monsters and what does he do with them before Kirby shows up??

I know Tiff and Tuff are only children, but the whole "Is Kirby the monster that ate the sheep?" dicussion can be easily solved by saying that he just arrived on the planet and the townsfolk tell Kabu that this happend three nights in a row now before Kirby even crashed there. Like how is he supposed to have done that? And the shepard clearly states that he saw it and it looked like an octupus...

More piles of bones!

Also Tiff shows quick thinking and gets the fuck out of there before they incriminate themselves by standing in the middle of the crime scene.

But they hide in the house of the shepard which is just a small shack. Where does that Cappy store his sheep when it's rainy? And how many are there if this is the fourth time in a row the landscape is littered with bones? Wait... does the Cappy sleep with his sheep? Cause all there is in this tiny barn is straw...

By the way, Tiff & Tuff don't get far with their interrogation due to being found almost immidently.

Why does one of the Knights sound like he speaks keysmash out loud? Like what accent were they going for? The first time i saw this i concentrated way to hard on trying to understand him that...

... I got almost taken out by Meta Knight talking. I Thought that was a Fandom thing that he's spanish but nooo.

#kirby right back at ya #liveblogging #DiaRambles #kirby

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maya-matlin · 8 months

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Dumb question but your replies to asks are my favorites on this whole site, so I wanted to send an ask! Here it is: are there ships that you thought you'd love based on gifs but ended up not really liking once you saw them on tv or in youtube videos? For me one of them is Brulian. I kept hearing what an adorkable cutie Julian was and loved how happy Brooke looked in their gifsets but then when I actually saw them I just thought the chemistry was forced, Julian was a TOTALLY different character his first two seasons on the show and a lot less likable initially, and the acting and writing just didn't work for me? I expected them to be an otp but ended up meh at best on them! And I thought I'd ship Barchie because they're an iconic comic book couple, I'm much more of a Betty than Veronica personally lol, and their gifsets are gorgeous, but then when I watched the show I'm like, no, Varchie and Bughead are meant to be imo and Barchie doesn't do it for me at all. And one final example - Piper/Leo from Charmed. They're adorable in their gifsets, but it turns out the gifsets highlight literally the only times they're remotely happy?! Post-S1 Piper is perpetually angry, critical and miserable, she complains and snaps at everyone (especially Leo) every minute, Leo is so flat and personality-free, and their chemistry and connection are just lacking to me no matter how many times the show tells me their love is epic :) I can't wait to read your choices!

I don't think it's a dumb question! You're seriously sweet. <3 I feel like I'm really bad at replying to asks, so I'm glad you think that LOL

I think I might have to slightly alter this question to mean ships that I'd heard of, period, or had seen advertised and believed I'd end up shipping only to end up either disliking or feeling neutral towards. I only say that because for the past few years, I've really tried to keep an open mind when starting new shows so that I wouldn't go in with any preconceived ideas about what couples I'd root for.

Those are all interesting examples!

So when it comes to Brulian, I kind of agree. That being said, I did ship them the first time I watched season 6 and for the first half of season 7. But eventually, I was turned off by the Brooke/Julian/Alex arc. While I understand Brooke's LP trauma continuing to haunt her years later, it was just frustrating to watch it all play out again and for Brooke to devolve back into the most insecure version of herself. In some ways, I actually prefer Julian with Alex over Brooke. I still love the idea of them and think they had sweet moments, but their relationship never hit the same way Brucas did. It's an acceptable endgame for Brooke, but it will always kind of feel like second best. I'm sure that's an unpopular opinion, but oh well. I didn't force Chad and Sophia to have such strong chemistry or make the writers execute their seasons 2 and 3 arc so well.

Funny you should mention Barchie, because I had a similar experience in some ways. To be clear, I never read Archie Comics, but I vaguely knew some of the basics. The week Riverdale premiered, I'd been talking to a friend who rooted for BA in the comics and was excited to see Riverdale's take on their relationship. So, I watched the pilot episode to see what it was all about. I guess I shipped Betty and Archie then? But only in the sense that for the first couple of episodes, I was honestly cool with any outcome except Veronica/Jughead. That changed very, very quickly. Pre-Bughead, I was all about Beronica. Archie in contrast just wasn't as compelling to me and seemed to have a revolving door of love interests - something I'd heard was also somewhat the case in the comics. In the long run, BA became a good representation of everything I hate in a fictional couple. Their relationship is one of the laziest things I've ever seen. I truly mean that. Their fans did almost 100% of the work trying to piece that shit together because the writers were NOT writing a slow burn. The Riverdale writers seemed to deliberately avoid kicking off a story arc with any awareness of how it was going to end. The sad excuse for off screen, pre-series childhood anecdotes replacing any true development from episodes 103-416 didn't impress me. I hated watching Betty slowly sacrifice everything she wanted for her life just so she could conform into being Archie's ideal woman as he sacrificed absolutely nothing in return or ever once showed he had any true understanding of Betty. She needed extensive therapy, not the golden boy's dick. Anyways. Bughead forever, Varchie over BA because at least effort was put into that relationship.

As for Leo/Piper, you make some points, but I have to disagree. I can't help it. They were my favorite couple on Charmed. That being said, I acknowledge there was a lot of unnecessary angst, particularly during the later seasons. Leo's actor, Brian Krause, was also incredibly weak and nowhere near as talented as the women on the show.

Now, on to my answers. I already explained my history with BA, so I'll skip that one.

Bangel and Spuffy - Buffy the Vampire Slayer: I'd heard positive things about both couples, so I had no clue going in which I would end up shipping. As it turns out, the answer was neither. The Buffy/Angel arc was fine for a while, but at a certain point Angel was just kind of there. As much as I liked the guy, their romance was one of my least favorite aspects of the show. So it was a relief when he moved onto his own show, where his character improved tremendously. I also liked Angel better with Cordelia, so there's that. In the case of Spuffy, I'd heard about the slow burn and the enemies to lovers arc. So I was curious how all of that would happen. I didn't expect Spike to be such a creep towards Buffy. Season 6 wasn't great for them as it was, but the painfully long, attempted rape scene was the last straw. There was no overlooking that, yet season 7 basically had Buffy bending over backwards to defend Spike just because he had his soul back. That sucked. Out of the two love interests, Angel > Spike, always. But truthfully, the only Buffy ship I was ever passionate about was the potential one with Faith.

Jonah/Frankie - Degrassi Next Class: I don't know what I was expecting from these two. They seemed to have chemistry based on the promos Netflix and F2N released. I naively thought Winston had been such a dick that any guy would be an improvement over him. Jonah seemed like an overall decent guy in season 14 during his relationship with Becky, even if he was still haunted by some demons. Unfortunately, Next Class Jonah was a cold, judgmental, arrogant asshole. At least towards Frankie. The writers seemed to want an enemies to lovers situation, but mostly it just felt like Frankie being berated by her older boyfriend. She was an insecure mess with him, and he got away with emotional cheating.

EJ/Gina - HSMTMTS: Looking back at all the signs, it's very obvious Ricky and Gina were intended to end up together from very early on. But I was so certain that Ricky/Nini was the Disney ship that HAD to end up together, so I didn't think my ship stood an actual chance. EJ was transforming into a good guy and I wanted Gina to be happy, so I thought they'd be pretty good together. Sadly, they didn't have a single ounce of romantic chemistry. It was painful to watch. Gina's one episode almost romance with a guest star shined a light on what was lacking with EJ. Watching them fumble into their awkward romance was the worst. Which is a shame, because their platonic chemistry was pretty solid.

Duncan/Veronica - Veronica Mars: This was a VERY long time ago, and my reason was shallow: based on pictures, I thought Teddy Dunn (Duncan) was cuter than Jason Dohring (Logan). I knew nothing of their relationships with Veronica, just that Logan was more popular. I'm not particularly attracted to either guy physically now, but it's very obvious it's all about the charisma. Logan had it and was played by an extremely talented actor. Duncan didn't, and his actor was considerably weaker in comparison. Logan and Veronica demanded to be written together regardless of what Rob Thomas wanted. Duncan as a character was never able to keep up with Veronica and kind of like BA in some ways, it felt like a regression whenever Veronica was with Duncan.

Honestly, there needs to be a category for ships you initially liked solely because it was the only thing being offered at the time and less that the ship was anything special. Because I decided against including several ships for that reason LOL

#Anonymous #rape tw #Long post

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shroud-ish · 2 years

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Jealous - Selever x Reader

The fanfic version of my HC post! <33

Summary: Jealous boy </3 Warnings: swears

Credits: Banner - @stoatter

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He'd been sitting in his room for the past hour, completely bored out of his mind. The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and god, he loved you to death. He pondered the idea of asking what you were up to, and seeing if you were free. He pulled out his phone, clicking on your profile icon and hitting the call button.

Ring! ... Ring! ... Ring! ... "Hi Sel, what's up?" Your sweet voice called from the other line. "Hey cutie, are you free right now? Mom n' dad are out and I'm bored." He said, flipping over onto his back and holding the phone over his face. He heard you giggle for a moment before speaking. "Glad to know you only wanna hang out when you're desperate for attention. Yeah, I'm hanging out with my friend [Insert random name] at the park near the coffee shop." You said, hearing soft static from your end. "I didn't mean it like that dumbass!" He said, and you laughed again. He smiled, leaning against his bedroom wall, listening to your laughter slowly come to a stop. "I know, I know! I'm just messin' with ya~ See you in 10 idiot~" "I'm not!-"

Beep!

He rolled his eyes as he glanced at the "Call Ended" on his screen, pushing himself off the bed and slipping his shoes on. As he was walking out, he passed Rasazy.

"Hey Ras, I'm heading out. Text me when Mom and Dad want me back, mkay?" He said, slipping his signature red hoodie over his shirt. The girl nodded, and went back to reading her book. He stuffed his phone in his pocket, then gently opened and shut the church door.

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As he approached the park, he saw your H/c hair from over a hedge. He quietly crept up behind you intending on scaring you, when he saw you talking with your friend. They were sitting awfully close to you and their arm was wrapped around yours... he felt a sort of anger bubble up inside him, except it wasn't anger. It felt more like a nervousness mixed with an anger, and also a hint of sadness. He was confused for a second, when he snapped back to himself. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head atop yours.

"Hey cutie! This your dumb friend?" He smirked, jabbing his thumb at your friend. "Hey, they're not dumb! But yeah, this is [Insert random name], say hi!" You said, and he looked over to your friend. In a second, his energy changed from happy and flirty, to ’I'm going to fucking murder you if you don't take your arm off my partner’. Your friend took that as a sign and let your arm go, glancing away from him. "H- Hey Selever..." They said, nervously. "Awh come on [Insert random name], I know he's a demon, but he's not that scary!" You said, reaching your hand up to ruffle his hair. He leaned into your touch, letting out a soft hum in response.

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It had been an hour since he'd came, and he was very carful to not let this person touch you. But the one time he got up was to answer a call from his dad, and the second he turned around, their arm was wrapped around yours again. He was shocked if anything, at the audacity this person had. He glared at them, then felt that same feeling he did when he first saw you two. "Jealousy..." He muttered, barely audible. "What was that Sel?” You asked, tilting your head. He whispered a quick 'nevermind' and turned his back to you. "M- my parents want me home, see you later Y/n..." He murmured, quickly walking off before you had time to ask him why.

Hot tears of anger pricked the corners of his cheeks as he walked, wiping them away as he walked. He kicked a pebble on the ground as he found himself at the front of the church, pushing the door open. Thankfully his parents weren't home yet, so he'd have time to clean himself up. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, except...

"You're home early. What happened to you?" Rasazy said, peeking out from her book. "Nothing..." He muttered, brushing past her, but she stopped him. "You don't normally cry, tell me what's wrong. You know I'm the only person you ever talk to besides Y/n." She reminded him, and he nodded.

...

"Ah, I see." She whispered, as Selever continued drying his tears off until they came to a stop. “I dont understand…” he muttered, clenching his fist so hard he thought it might bleed. She placed a hand on his fist, letting him relax it and he sighed. “What’m I supposed to do?” He asked, crossing his legs on his sisters bed. “Talk to them about it. Express your feelings and discomfort about others acting like that around them, you know they’ll understand.” She said, and he nodded, standing back up. “Thanks Ras, I owe you.” He said, ruffling her hair. She gave him a soft smile as he left the room, then she sighed. “You really need to learn to open up to people more, nobody thinks you‘re weak.” She whispered to herself, then went back to her book.

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Ping!

You sighed as you blindly reached for your phone to silence it. You’d been laying awake staring at the ceiling thinking about Selever, and how strange he had acted. He hadn’t talked to you for a few days now, and you were starting to get worried. Did you do something? You grabbed ahold of your phone, clicking it on and almost dropping it on your face as the brightness blinded you for a moment. After your eyes adjusted, you read the time and groaned. “1:46 Am…?” You muttered, glancing down at the message he had sent you.

Sel <3:

Hey, can we talk?

You hesitantly opened your phone and clicked his message, half intending to respond. You sat there for a moment debating what to say, typing, then deleting, and groaning for a good minute, before you settled on a simple answer.

N/n <3:

Yeah sure, call me?

You sighed as you rubbed your sore eyes, placing the phone next to you. You fully belived he’d maybe call you or text you, but what he did rendered you speechless.

You heard a light knock on your window, then another one. You nervously peered over to see him. Messy hair, tired eyes and an impatient look on his features. You immediately panicked, opening your window and simply staring at him when he climbed in.

”What the hell? Why are you here?” You whisper-yelled, and he glanced up at you. “I wanted to talk in person?” He shrugged, and you facepalmed. “Couldn’t you have just said ‘meet me at our spot’ And not climbed through my fucking window?!” You groaned as you sat back down on your bed. “Where’s the fun in that?” He chucked, and you playfully hit him. “What did you wanna talk about?” You said, sitting down on your bed and gesturing for him to do the same. He did, glancing away from you. “L- look, I’m sorry for being a dick earlier but I just- I don’t like it when other people are touching you, it just makes me-” he started, when you cut him off with a hug. “…The hell?” “Awh, it’s ok Sel! I forgive you, and don’t worry I can talk to them about it!” You said, nuzzling your cheek into his shoulder. You heard him sigh, then pick you up and bring you into his chest. “God, you mean the world to me, y’know that?“ he muttered, gently stroking your hair. You giggled, playing with his loose strand of hair. “Yeah, I know~”

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Awh this was fun to write, I’m probably gonna get started with writing more soon :)

Feel free to reccomend anything as I am lazy and not creative lol

-☁️ Shroud ☁️

#selever #mid fight masses #fnf selever #selever fnf #selever x reader #fanfic #x reader #fnf #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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b0rista · 3 years

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— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓! ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: only slightly suggestive, but mostly reader friendly. language!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: literally, moblit needs more attention 🥺 i wish he had more of a character arc in the series, he really was interesting and likable like pls my CHILD

moblit berner x fem! reader.

❝︎ for all that you're yet to become, i love you. ❞︎

of course, moblit is still hange's main assistant. he's her second in command/her messenger, as always. you're her assistant in a more scientific sense. you provide aide during experiments, providing useful input while also putting your intellect to the test.

hange adores you with every fiber of her being. not only does she have a science buddy, but somebody who genuinely understands her field and all of the seven hour long stories that come with it! certainly, you aren't as overzealous as her, but you're able to actually converse with her over your shared projects. there aren't a lot of scientists— they need you, you were handed your position fairly quickly.

moblit's crush on you began,, immediately. quietly, he was relieved that he no longer had to suffer hange's hopeless antics alone. sure, he felt baD for you, but yay, a friend! and a pretty one, too.

there was a single moment where it was your very first day underneath her command, and right as you walked in, hange was literally braiding strands of titan hair she'd pulled from an experiment. from across the room, moblit locked eyes with you, and just mouthed,, "run away."

the two of you didn't start dating until a long while; work was miserable, and it took up far too much brain power for either of you to even think about romance.

then again, there were those moments,, you were extra concentrated, and moblit was staring at you. even when you didn't try, you were absolutely stunning.

^ cue hange asking him what the hell he's staring at, causing him to fLincH and start sweating profusely.

now, two people are screaming at their relentless commander whenever she does something heinously moronic. the iconic "HANGE-SAN" is now doubled, and it's just as great, tysm.

sometimes, when hange is getting a little too rambunctious, you literally have to bury your face in moblit's shoulder to spare yourself from having to waTch that bullshit. it's funny, he has one arm shielding your face while the other one swings around in hand gestures of pure distress.

"haNGE-SAN, YOU'RE SCARING Y/N-"

he claims that he stays late at the office because hange left him with extra work, but really, he just wants to be able to walk you home.

you arrived post sawney & bean, so he's the one that has to fill you in on that whole arc. it's,, funny.

"wait, wait. she cried whenever she had to preform physical experiments on them?"

"yeah."

thank you, y/n, for being sane. ❤️

as always, i'll leave the how you got together part up to you, because this post is meant to be centering more towards the relationship itself, but i imagine that it was both simple & really cute! moblit's a cutie, it was probably along the lines of an accidental confession.

the two of you tried keeping your relationship secret, for obvious reasons. it was a joint decision, settled for the sake of your safety. your boss is scary, mmk.

that being said, sneaking around is inevitable. i don't see moblit flat out enjoying having to sneak around, but it's definitely a little exciting, and it makes working at the office a bit more fun than he'd ever imagine.

when you're alone, and working, he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck while you concentrate on whatever it is you're working on.

"as important as i'm sure this work is, maybe we should-"

"sorry, love. i can't leave until i'm finished."

cue a small nuzzle into your neck, "understood."

one night, you had to pull an all nighter at the workplace. despite you giving him the okay to head on home, moblit stayed with you, and the two of you crashed on the sofa. the following morning, hange practically fAinted at the sight of you, passed out on moblit's chest while his hand lay comfortably beneath your shirt, resting on the bare small of your back.

she screamed, which led to you screaming, which led to moblit bursting up, which led to the two of you bonking heads.

yeah, she hounded y'all for days.

"how long has this been a thing?"

"why didn't you TELL me?"

"do you not trust me?"

"if anything happened on that couch, i suggest you clean it up before levi arrives-"

"h A Ng E - sA N"

one time, the two of you had gotten a tad bit distracted and started making out on your desk. hange walked in, said something stuPid, and you literally biT your poor boyfriend's bottom lip. you felt awfuL, and promised to make it up to him later 😉

because you're only a scientist, it isn't often that you're out in the field. however, because there are times where you're needed outside of the walls, you're an occasional guest during missions/expeditions.

the first time you were requested somewhere while moblit and hange were sent elsewhere, he didn't like it at all.

had you held combative experience, he wouldn't be so worried. but, in all honesty, there aren't many people in the world that he genuinely trusts to keep you safe.

when you came back in one piece, he bombarded you with questions. did you get hurt? were you scared, did they keep you safe? were you ever, ever placed in harm's way?

mans was worried 🥺

whenever you join hange during live titan experiments, it's literally funny.

"be caRefuL-"

"y/n,,"

"Y/N-"

one time, you shot him a glare so devilishly stern, he fucking guLped. srry babe, do ur thing. you look sexy standing ontop of that titan's abdomen!

whenever you're angry, even when it isn't at him, he's literally so fucking terrified. like, he's scared.

however!! it became a thing where whenever you're frustrated, he knows to sit you down and tend to your joints. if your hair is up, he'll take it down, letting your scalp breathe. he'll rub your shoulders, all while quietly reassuring you. it's simple, but effective, and incredibly intimate.

he's already decided on the names of your future children. do you know this? fuck no, and you never will.

you move in together fairly quickly! because you want time together away from work, it was decided that you would move into moblit's place. not only do the two of you get ready together in the mornings, but you unwind together after hours. the two of you sleep on the sofa more than you do the bed— you're exhausted, and just fucking flop onto one another the moment you get home.

he's an amazing boyfriend, and your relationship is fun. 🥺

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot scenario #shingeki no kyojin #moblit #moblit berner #moblit x reader #moblit berner x reader #hange zoe

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luxekook · 4 years

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𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩

⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader

⇥ genre: crack, smut

⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.

⇥ word count: 7.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])

⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)

The Kim Quadruplets:

Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”

Of all the days to forget your umbrella, your brain just had to choose today. You cursed your faulty memory as you shuffled your drenched sneakers across the ‘Welcome’ mat of your apartment building. As someone who prided themselves on being prepared and dependable, you were thoroughly angry at yourself for dropping the ball. Lightning flashed through the windows of the lobby, but you barely flinched - already used to the noise after a lengthy walk home from work.

You worked part-time at a small indie coffee shop called ‘Grind On Me’, which was located halfway across town. The shop was owned by an eccentric middle-aged woman named Reese who still had not gotten over the tragic loss of Vine. The menu was full of references to the fallen application: “Oovoo Java”, “Coulda Dropped My Croissant”, “Avocado Toast, Thanks!”, and “Back At It Again With The Refill”.

The best part of your job was definitely fucking around with your co-workers Jess and Cal. Reese often scheduled the three of you together because your “combined chaotic energy” was “on-brand”. Basically, the three of you would spend your shifts roasting coffee and roasting each other, while Reese looked on like a proud mom. You loved it.

The rest of your time was filled with school. You were up to your neck in your studies; but, with just one semester left until graduation, you were more determined than ever to stick it out. As a literature major, you spent many hours hunched over your trusty MacBook, fingers flying across the keys. Creating new worlds and constructing well-rounded characters was intoxicating. Every new document was a chance to bring ideas to life, an opportunity to make someone laugh or cry, a possibility to both mend and break hearts.

But, your absolute guiltiest pleasure was writing romance - and not the lovey-dovey kind. No, you wrote the racy kind of romance: the heart-pounding smut, the kinky (well-written and well-researched) BDSM, the raunchiest threesomes. You always wondered what your professors would think if you submitted one of your erotic novels to be graded; but, for now, you settled for posting to your loyal audience on Tumblr and for fantasizing about someday fulfilling the filthy scenes you wrote about.

Your most recent fantasy was inspired by the rainfall. Kissing in the midst of a storm like people did in those cliché movies… fucking as the rain poured over you… hands sliding down your slippery skin…

“Woah.” Hands grabbed your hips, halting you from continuing to walk forward absentmindedly. You jumped, your mind jarred from your fantasy and back to reality.

“I am so sorry,” You breathed out, “My mind was somewhere else.”

“I’ll say,” The deepest and most divine voice you had ever heard sounded from the figure in front of you. You looked up, desperate to know the source of such a dulcet tone. You were not disappointed.

The boy was beautiful.

His skin was the color of warm honey, his dark eyes sparkled with bad intentions, his full lips curled into a sly grin. “I would pay good money to know what you were thinking about just now, kitten,” The boy’s grin widened, displaying a cute boxy smile that did nothing to take away from the implications of his words.

“I’m not your kitten,” You glared at the blonde boy in front of you, shoving aside both his hands and the traitorous warmth that bloomed inside you at the pet name. With those words, you sidestepped around him and trudged to go check your mail. Your heart flipped in your chest when you heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps following close behind you.

“Ever heard of an umbrella, kitten?” You could hear his smile in his infuriating words, and you shot him a glare.

“Yes, actually. Have you ever heard of manners?” You bit out, punching in the key code to your small mailbox.

The boy’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to rationalize as a chill. God, he was maddeningly handsome. You grabbed the small bunch of letters shoved in your mailbox and were so ready to hightail it out of there, when he grabbed your wrist.

The sight of his long fingers wrapped around your wrist made your mind flash to scenes of him holding your wrists above your head as he thrusts, hips swiveling and pounding into you… him holding your wrists behind your back as he kneels in front of you, tongue deep in your—

“Kitten.” Your attention snapped back to him, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. Fuck, you really needed to shut your inner ho of a writer off sometimes…

He winked, “Next time you’re going to have to share what’s going on in that head of yours. I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor.”

With those parting words, he sauntered out of the mailroom, flipping the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his wavy blonde strands as he tugged his dark bomber jacket closer around him.

Neighbor?

You were so fucked.

A few days later, you still had not forgotten your blonde self-proclaimed neighbor, no matter how hard you tried. And, god, you had tried. No amount of smutty fan fiction or archaic romance tropes could quell your thirst.

You didn’t even know his name.

Jess and Cal had urged you to just knock on his door and introduce yourself, but you knew it wasn’t that simple. First, you had more than one apartment neighboring yours. You were not about to knock on each and every door in your hallway to find some mystery boy - even if he did call you kitten and smelled like summer nights. Second, you had already written so much filth inspired by your brief encounter that you feared you might not survive being in the same vicinity as him without spontaneously combusting or jumping on him.

And third, you were just so intimidated by him and his dominating presence. Even though you spent just a few minutes with him, you knew that you would have fallen to your knees before him if he’d demanded it… And he really looked like the type to demand.

Now every damn time you entered your apartment building, your eyes sought him out. You jumped out of your skin at every ding of the elevator, half fearing and half hoping he might be getting off. Your heart pounded whenever you walked down your hallway to unlock your door, waiting for him to swing open his own door to greet you with a smirk and some sarcastic words.

But, nothing had happened. And you were beginning to think he might have just been a rain-induced hallucination. Those were a thing, right?

You shook yourself out of your disastrous train of thought. Your shift at ‘Grind On Me’ was approaching, and you really needed to make some money. Rent, unfortunately, just didn’t pay itself. Tugging on your non-slip black sneakers, you made sure to grab your umbrella - just like you had the previous couple days, despite the clear forecast. You would not be caught out - or called out - again.

You push open your apartment door, shoving your umbrella deep into your tote bag and stepping out into the hall. You were entirely unprepared for the sight you were met with.

The boy from earlier that week was fumbling near the door across from you with what looked like an entire art store crammed into half a dozen reusable bags. He was mumbling about some Han character who couldn’t “get off his ass for one second to help him”. And, his hair was a bright shade of blue.

His. Hair. Was. Blue.

You must have made some sort of choking noise because suddenly he whipped around to face you. His wide eyes latched onto yours, and you couldn’t help but think that there was something peculiar about him today - even besides the hair.

A light flush bloomed on the boy’s face that you were sure was mirrored on your own tenfold. Shit, he really could pull off that shade of blue… Your eyes involuntarily slid lower to check out his white slouchy ‘CELINE” t-shirt, his black Adidas sweatpants, his bag hung casually off one muscular shoulder. You swallowed suddenly craving some water.

“Uh, hey, neighbor,” You waved at him idiotically as he continued to just stare. You lowered your hand and fought the urge to smack yourself for your lame actions.

The boy blinked and then smiled that same boxy smile as before, “Hi! I would wave back, but I’m kind of tied down right now.”

You let out a very uncharacteristic giggle, “And I would offer to help you, but I’m already late for work. Don’t worry, I have my umbrella this time.”

Grabbing your umbrella from your bag, you waved it briefly in the air before returning it to its resting place. “Bye!” You called over your shoulder at the bewildered blue-haired boy, “Love the new hair by the way!”

“Uh, thank you?” He called after you. As you stepped into the elevator, you swore you heard him say something about having good weather with no chance of rain, but you were too busy thinking about how nice he was today.

And about how he didn’t call you kitten.

You were so, so fucked.

When you got to work, you were immediately bombarded with questions from Jess and Cal.

Jess: “Wait. His hair is blue now? Does he look like a hot Smurf?”

Cal: “So, no “kitten”? Throws phone. Stomps on skateboard.”

You: “Did you just try to use the ‘So No Head' Vine out loud?”

Reese: "She sure did." *wipes away tear proudly*

They continued to clown on you for another hour while some of your favorite regulars filed in and out, grabbing their late afternoon coffees.

One of your particular favorites was an enigmatic individual named Heath. You, Jess and Cal were about 85% certain that Heath was a sugar daddy based on his regular order (the "Valentino Flat White") and the large amount of tips he always left (at least $20 for each barista on duty).

Another favorite customer of yours was Tay. She tended to skulk in the corner of the cafe, typing away on her phone and occasionally letting out loud bursts of laughter. Once, you had asked what she was writing, but she just looked at you like you had asked for her darkest secret. You figured it was something juicy.

Sighing, you checked the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time that evening - 6:50PM. Two more hours til you could go home, throw on some sweatpants, and drink a glass of cheap wine.

Wiping down the coffee bar, you heard a throat clear behind you. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder, placing the wipe in the garbage before turning to take their order.

"Oh," You gasped as you took in the new customer, "Your hair!"

"My hair?" Your neighbor that you had seen just hours before tugged his hands through his now-brown waves, "Is there something wrong with it..." His dark eyes flicked to your name-tag, “(y/n)?”

"N-no," You gulped, wondering what happened to the cute blushing blue-haired boy from earlier. Your neighbor really was giving you whiplash with his different moods. "What can I get for you?"

"Your number." His boxy grin was lethal, his voice was sultry.

You blinked at him. "You could have just knocked on my door later if you needed me."

His eyebrows flew up, "Oh really? I like the sound of that. You'd have to give me your address though, kitten."

"Very funny," You scoffed. Your insides turned to mush over the return of the nickname that you hated to love. "Now, seriously, what can I get for you?"

"Surprise me," He winked, handed you $50 and sauntered to a nearby table.

Gaping, you shook yourself out of your trance and got to work on his 'surprise' - an "I Thought You Were Americano".

"Who is that?" You jumped two feet in the air at Jess' hissed question. She was hovering right behind you as you poured the espresso into his to-go cup.

"My fucking hair chameleon of a neighbor!" You whispered back, conveying your panic, “Deliver this to him, would you?“ You tried in vain to shove the hot Americano into Jess' hands but she dodged your efforts.

"Oh no, bitch,” She laughed, "I am going to watch from afar as this plays out."

"Goddamn you," You shot her your best side-eye and stalked off to deliver the drink to your godforsaken neighbor.

The boy in question flicked his eyes up to look at you as you approached his table. He was wearing a flowy button-down shirt with at least four of the buttons undone, showcasing a tan and very toned chest. His legs were spread wide, encased in tight black slacks that left little to the imagination.

You gulped, trying not to imagine yourself perched on his lap and grinding into his hard––

"See something you like, kitten?" You jerked out of your daze and looked at his amused face. "I know I do."

You decided to be bratty. "Nope, nothing too impressive for me to see." You smiled sweetly as you deposited his drink on the table in front of him.

He licked his lips slowly, "God, if you were mine..." He trailed off, eyes narrowed on yours. Your mouth dried as the image of the two of you in a dark bedroom flashed into your mind. You sprawled out across his lap, his hands smacking your ass, your underwear pulled to the side…

“Yeah, you get the picture,” Your neighbor’s crooked smirk was downright obscene as his eyes flashed to your lips briefly. “I’ll see you later tonight, kitten. You know, when I come knocking at your door.”

With that parting remark, he stood, raised his americano in your direction, and strutted out the door.

You stood rooted to the spot, gaping after him for god knows how long.

“She’s gotta move at some point,” Cal’s voice vaguely sounded from the side of you.

“I don’t know,” Jess’ response sounded from your other side, “I once saw her stare out at a speck of dust for like fifteen minutes straight.”

That got you. “It was not fifteen minutes!” You defended yourself, “And it’s not my fault that I happened to be writing a coffeehouse AU at that time!”

Your friends cackled as you stomped back behind the counter.

Your friends were evil, and so was your neighbor, of that you were certain.

And you were so, so, so fucked.

Hours later, you were still thinking about your fucking neighbor. Why were you only meeting him now? Why was his hair always changing colors? Why did he fuck with you so much? Why did you like it?

All of these questions bounced around your brain as you entered your building, your eyes seeking out the boy instinctively. But, as before, he was nowhere to be seen.

You shuffled over to the ancient elevator and punched the 'Up' button a few more times than necessary. Something must be wrong with you. You were way too infatuated with your way too infuriating neighbor.

The elevator doors parted, and you automatically sighed in relief and disappointment as you entered the empty space. Pushing the button to your floor, you waited for the doors to close.

“Wait!”

A shudder trailed down your spine as you watched the doors re-open to let the subject of your thoughts onto the lift. He was wearing yet another outfit that was different from earlier - a white tank top with loose pants adorned with decorative zippers.

And was that a fucking tattoo?

There was no way you had missed that in your previous encounters. He must have felt your piercing stare because his eyes flashed over to yours. “See something you like?”

“You have a tattoo!” You blurted out.

“Um, yeah, I do. Nice observation,” Your neighbor looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you going to ask what floor I need?”

“You and your fucking jokes,” You rolled your eyes at him.

The boy’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you intently, “Ah, so you’re kitten.”

Your insides into jelly, and you decided the safest tactic would now be to ignore him.

“Now, now, kitten,” He crowded your space, backing you up against the elevator wall, “It’s impolite to ignore your neighbor.”

“Well, it’s against the commandments to covet your neighbor, isn’t it?” You sniffed, pretending to not be affected by his sheer size and dangerous aura. The tattoo curling up his neck demanded your attention, and you only wished you could pay your respects with your tongue.

“I’m pretty sure they said something about coveting a neighbor’s wife… you’re not married are you, kitten? Got a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner that we don’t know about?” His breath mingled with your own, his lips so close to your own.

Wait, we?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the elevator’s arrival at your floor. Ducking under his corded arms, you scurried out of the elevator and down the hall towards your apartment.

Of course, he lazily trailed after you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” You shot over your shoulder at him as you neared your door. “We just met like two days ago.”

His grin turned feral, “Yes, kitten, of course we did. Hey, why don’t you come over for a drink? You’re right; we don’t really know each other. Let’s change that.”

You weighed your options. Hanging out with him could drive you absolutely crazy or it could lead to something you previously could only write about.

He lounged against the wall next to your door in await of your answer. He raised a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, and your eyes caught a sudden flash of silver. Was that an honest to god nipple piercing you just saw?

All rational exited the building. “Sure, but only for a little bit. Let me just change real quick.”

“Great, kitten,” His eyes flared, “Wear something comfortable. Just knock when you’re ready.”

You just nodded mutely as you entered your apartment and then shut the door. What the fuck were you getting yourself into?

After ten panicked minutes of you running around your apartment in search of ‘comfortable’ clothes, you were poised to knock on your still nameless neighbor’s door. You glanced down at your cropped t-shirt, leggings and running shoes. It would do. Besides, you had your lucky lingerie on underneath just in case.

Before you could even knock, the door flew open. “I was beginning to worry you were just going to stand there all night, kitten.” Your neighbor pouts, “And then we wouldn’t get to have any fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to invite me inside?”

His lips twitched, “How vampiresque of you, (y/n).”

You smiled broadly, “If I was a vampire, I would definitely have killed you already. You’re really fucking annoying.”

He stared at you for a split second before throwing his head back and laughing. The amount of neck that was in your face was heavenly; and, suddenly, you questioned whether vampires actually had it right this whole time.

“Well, kitten. I’m Taehyung. Please, do come in,” He opened the door wider, still chuckling lowly, “Would you like anything to drink? I think we have wine and maybe some beer hiding in the fridge somewhere.”

There was that pesky ‘we’ again.

“Red wine sounds good, thank you,” You said, plopping yourself down on one of the deep wooden barstools lining the marble kitchen island. You watched as he poured two glasses and handed one to you. Just as you were about to ask if he had roommates, Taehyung held up his glass.

“Cheers to being very friendly neighbors,” He said, sitting in the stool next to yours and staring intently at you.

“Cheers,” You echoed, clinking your glasses together and then taking a sip. Your eyes widened both from the sight of Taehyung drinking – his throat tipped back, his eyes dark on yours – and the deliciousness of the wine. It was an intense ruby red pinot noir that somehow tasted of fruit and of smokey spice all at once. It was honestly so fucking good that you just knew it had to be exorbitantly expensive. You licked your lips, making sure not to miss a single drop.

Taehyung’s eyes latched onto the movement. “You know,” He murmured, “They say if you hold eye contact while toasting, you’ll keep having good sex.”

You almost spat out your second sip of wine. Just as you were about to risk it all and say you would actually have to start having sex for that to happen, a crashing sound echoed from the dark hallway to your left.

“Shit,” Taehyung cursed, glaring in the direction the sound had come from, “I need to go and check what that was. Are you all right out here for a minute?”

You shrugged and nodded, swirling your wine around your glass.

“Be right back,” Taehyung brushed his hand over your cheek for a split second before stalking down the hallway in search of whatever had caused the ruckus.

Your hand flew to your now-warm cheek. Fuck, were you really crushing on your cute neighbor with the mood-swings?

Ugh, you were.

You glanced speculatively around his apartment. It was so much nicer than yours… The minimalist but chic decor just screamed rich vibes. However, there were a few oddities that made you frown. Four sets of keys hung by the front door. Four sets of shoes were lined up in the foyer. Four different color coded markings were on the calendar pinned to the wall.

Four different versions of Taehyung smiled back at you from a photo stuck to the fridge.

“Hello again, kitten,” The low voice startled you from your internal panic. Reluctantly turning to face them, you cursed your own stupidity. The blonde version of Taehyung that you met a few days ago grinned back at you.

“Fucking brothers,” You moaned, slouching over on the kitchen island and placing your head in your hands, “You’re all fucking brothers.”

“Quadruplets, actually,” He unhelpfully added, “I’m V. You’re (y/n), right?”

“Were you all just eavesdropping on me and Taehyung, or what?” You knew your were being petty right now, but you felt blindsided by your own lack of awareness and the brothers’ obvious lack of tact.

“Kind of,” Blue-haired Taehyung exited the hallway, “Sorry, (y/n).”

It was honestly unfair how sweet Blue was. “It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Vante,” He waved at you and grinned, “See? I can finally wave back now!”

If you could turn into a human version of ‘uwu’, you would have done so right then and there.

“Stop flirting with her, Vante,” Coffee-shop Taehyung enters the kitchen followed closely by the actual Taehyung, “Let me introduce myself, kitten. I…” He gripped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Am Hansung.” His lips brushed over your knuckles as the words poured out of his mouth.

You blinked at him as it clicked, “Oh, so you’re the Han that wouldn’t get off his ass!”

Hansung choked, dropping your hand as his brothers cried with laughter. “Who said that?” He rounded on his brothers, “Who?”

Vante shot you a desperate look; and, since you had already internally declared him your favorite, you kept the information to yourself. “I don’t see how that matters when you all clearly have been keeping me in the dark about the fact that there are four of you.”

“I mean,” Taehyung began, “Technically we didn’t not tell you. You just never asked.”

Your blood boiled, “And how the fuck would I know to ask? Should I have consulted a psychic? Scoured the census data? Kept tabs on the entire population of quadruplets nationwide?”

You stared down each of the boys. Vante and Hansung at least looked a tad sheepish, but Taehyung and V just looked amused.

“You were right,” Taehyung nudged V, “She is feisty.”

You contemplated your options: 1) Kill V and bury the body deep in the nearby woods, 2) Dramatically exit the apartment and never speak to these demonspawn ever again, or 3) Chug this miraculous tasting wine.

You chose option three.

No regrets.

Looking at each of them, you felt like you could be the stock image for the word ‘shooketh’. Fuck, you had thought it was overwhelming when there was just one of them in your mind. But, now? You were in full panic mode over the sheer amount of masculinity and identical good looks that surrounded you.

“You know what?” You said after draining your glass, “I really don’t like being made to look like a fool. And that’s what you all did to me this whole week.” You saw Vante open his mouth, and you cut him off, “Some more than others… but, still, you knew where I lived. You could have just introduced yourself separately.”

You stood, glancing over the boys’ varying degrees of pouts and sighing. “Yeah, I’m out of here.”

Making your way over to the door, you were suddenly cut off by V. He leaned heavily against the door, successfully blocking your smooth exit.

“V, move.”

“No, you need to hear us out, kitten,” He murmured, looking down at you with an intense expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Could you do that for us?”

You spared a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, the other three were right there. Vante stared at you pleadingly. Hansung shot you a wink. Taehyung snapped his gaze up to yours… Had he been checking out your ass?

Deciding not to pay them any mind, you turned back around to face V and shrugged, “Fine, two minutes.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver coursed down your spine. You didn’t even know which brother behind you muttered those two words, and, yet, perhaps that made it all the more thrilling.

V shot a glare over your head and then refocused on you. “Kitten, we’re sorry. We just really like to tease, and you made it so easy.” Seeing your glare, he continued, “We didn’t mean to make you upset. That wasn’t our intention at all… it was the complete opposite, actually.”

Taehyung moved in front of you, next to V. “Why don’t we start over? Come over for dinner tomorrow night at eight. We’ll have a proper introduction to our neighborly relationship.”

You mulled it over in your mind. Embarrassment warred with infatuation. Worst case scenarios clashed with the best of cases. Images of a dark bedroom with multiple partners contrasted with words typed on a laptop screen.

Finally, as the seconds ticked by, you decided to ask yourself: ‘What would your characters do?’

They would fuck them all.

“Okay,” You sighed, eyeing the two boys in front of you and then the two behind, “But you better make something edible.”

“Challenge accepted,” V’s eyes glinted wickedly.

“It wasn’t even––” You cut yourself off. Though you only had met V twice thus far, you knew it was virtually impossible to make him back down from anything he perceived as a dare. “You know what? Sure, it’s a challenge. I’ll be the Gordon Ramsey; you’ll be the crying contestants.”

A stifled giggle sounds from behind you that you suspect belonged to Vante.

“That mouth…” Taehyung muttered. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he stared you down.

Suddenly, Hansung popped out from behind you and shoved his two brothers out of the way of the door. “Allow me, kitten,” He swung it open in a flourish, bowing as he cleared your way out. Your lips twitched. That boy was so extra.

“Thank you, Han,” You smiled and waved as you exited their apartment, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night…” Walking the short distance across the hall to your own apartment, you unlock your door, step inside, and then turn back to see if they were still there.

They were.

All four of them peered back at you from their doorway. “Shoo!” You laughed, waving them away before slamming your door shut.

You were so, so, so, so fucked.

Four’s hands ghosted over your skin, caressing the dips of your curves. You shuddered as Three’s tongue slides across your pussy.

“You like that, kitten?” One asks, as he watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, “You like my brothers ruining you?” You weren’t fooled by his lack of participation; you knew One pulled the strings. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy,” You moan out as Two sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and asoidfjgioykl—

The ringing of your doorbell caused you to key-smash in panic. “Coming!” You called out, flustered over the interruption and over the filth you just wrote about your neighbors.

You padded over to the door and peered out the peep-hole. It was Hansung. Your breath caught in your throat as you try to push the vivid scenes you just wrote out of your mind.

Pulling open the door, you greeted him with a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi…” Hansung trailed off, his eyes roving over your body. You glanced down at your typical loungewear - an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Nothing too out of the ordinary. “Do you have any sugar?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you serious?”

“I don’t joke about sweets, kitten,” Hansung grinned, running a hand through his messy head of hair. You would have to add a scene to your story about pulling on it… “There’s that look,” he shook his head amusedly, “When will you ever let us know some of those thoughts?”

“Never,” You vowed and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, “Come on in. I’m pretty sure I have sugar somewhere. Sorry for the mess.” You wandered over to the kitchen area adjacent to your living room. Hansung was assessing your apartment with a critical eye, and you decided you needed to make this fast before he uncovered any dirty secrets.

Pulling open your baking cabinet, you scoured the shelves looking for that pesky ingredient. Flour, vanilla extract, chocolate chips…

“How is it that four boys don’t have any sugar?” You complained, leaning up to snag your bag of sugar from the very top shelf.

“We ask ourselves that all the damn time,” You knew Hansung was smirking even without seeing him, “We’re getting some now though… and later.”

“Well, good,” You turned to face him, “You better stock up so you don’t come bothering me every time you need some.”

He laughed, “Oh, (y/n), we’ll always want more.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved the bag of sugar to his chest and pushed him towards the door to your apartment. “Out you go!”

“Oh kitten, I always knew you were sweet on me,” Hansung grinned widely as he stared down at the sugar you had pushed against his chest.

“Fuck off,” You groaned, letting out a slight chuckle despite yourself. “Now, go away and cook me a nice dinner. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye-e-e kitten,” he sang as he paraded back across the hall, “Wear something sexy for me.” With a wink, Hansung disappeared back into his shared apartment.

You groaned, slamming your door shut before sliding down it onto the floor. These brothers might be the death of you. Glancing up, your eyes settled on your laptop. Had it always been in that position? Was that how you left it?

Standing up, you walked over to where your laptop resides on your coffee table and closed it. You had a dinner to get ready for, after all. You didn’t have time to return to your story.

Alas, you really should have made time; because, little did you know, the open document on your screen had a new addition courtesy of Hansung… “That’s hot. Which number am I?”

It was 7:59PM; you were pacing inside your apartment.

You contemplated cancelling for the hundredth time that evening. But, momma didn’t raise no bitch.

With that in mind, you assessed yourself in the foyer mirror. The black midi-dress wrapped around your body like armor. The wings of your eyeliner flicked out like battle knives. The redness of your lipstick warned of the biting tongue that lie within.

Yeah, you looked ready for war, and it was perfect.

With that in mind, you trudged across the hall and knocked on their door before you could talk yourself out of it.

The door opened to reveal V in all his glory. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes were dark. He looked at you as if he knew all of your secrets.

You bit your lip, “Um, hi?”

A slow smile crossed his face, “Hi, kitten. Please come in.”

You moved past him to enter into the apartment. Taehyung appeared and greeted you with a grin. “Hey, (y/n),” He purred, running a hand down your arm, “Glad you could make it.”

God, what was up? The tension in the room was palpable. You walked over towards where Hansung and Vante were plating dinner in the kitchen.

“Hi,” You greeted them. Vante jumped two feet in the air as Hansung smirked at you.

You cocked your head. Moving your eyes from one brother to the next, you caved, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” V moved closer to you, “Is this not going as you wrote it?”

You stopped breathing. No, there was no way… but, your laptop had seemed to be moved. You shot Hansung a look in askance.

He grinned sheepishly, and it told you everything you needed to know.

“Fuck,” You turned away from them, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I’ll leave.”

“Who’s One?” V’s question cut through your rambled apology.

“What?” You blinked, turning to look at him.

“Who is One, kitten? Is it me?” V moved right in front of you. You gulped. He smiled. “I thought so.”

“You see, (y/n)-kitten,” He continued, “You were right. My brothers and I? We’re a unit. We do everything together. We live together, we date together, we fuck together.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

“We just want one girl to keep us all together, kitten… to be ours.” V murmured, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers, “That’s what we’ve been searching for for so long.”

You finally found words at last, “And you think that girl is me?”

“We know it’s you,” Vante said, shyly approaching you, “And we’re going to show you why.”

He kissed you. You almost laughed over how cute, shy Vante was the first brother to kiss you. His kiss was gentle, but insistent in its movements. It was like he was pleading you to let him in both your mouth and your heart.

You crumbled. Your hands fisted his shirt and tugged him closer. His kiss ignited something in you that made you want more.

Your tongue darted out to run along the seam of his lips. Vante gasped, and your tongue slid inside.

As you continue to kiss him, someone moved behind you, his lips ghosted over your neck.

“Mm, baby,” Taehyung whispered against the nape of your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung ran his hands over your hips and tugged your ass flush with his crotch. You moaned into Vante’s mouth. Vante took advantage of your dazed state to slide his tongue against yours in a way that was so deliciously dirty.

Suddenly, Vante backed up, and V took his place before you.

His hands slid up your body, grazing the sides of your breasts before settling back down at the top of your waist.

He kissed you deeply, differently than Vante. The slight roughness of his touch was new, and it seemed to declare ownership over you.

V’s tongue twined with yours, playing with you. From behind you, Taehyung continued to slowly grind into you.

Your body felt so overheated, so overwhelmed.

Pulling back from your mouth, V glanced over your shoulder, and Taehyung slipped away from you.

V focused back on you. “I don’t think you understand what you do to us. God, this dress. Did you wear it to tease us, kitten? We’ve been wanting to unwrap you, to strip you down, since you walked through our door.”

V fiddled with the bow keeping your dress fastened.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you said, “Well, do it then.”

His hand froze. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You’re sure, (y/n)? You know what you’re asking for? You know what we’ll give you?”

You glanced around. Vante looked at you with a hopeful expression. Hansung wore a smirk, already working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Taehyung full-on grinned at you with dark eyes full of wicked intent and promise.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your lips, the mood shifted. V nodded at Vante, who scurried out of the room. You opened your mouth to question his departure, but V cut you off.

“Now, kitten, I know you’ve imagined this - wrote this; but, you’re not the one in charge here. We are.”

He led you down the hall and into what must have been his own bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. Paintings decorated the walls… Was that a real Degas?

Vante entered the room, holding what looked like long scraps of silk.

“Finally,” Hansung grumbled, and then turned to you, “Strip.”

Your hands shook as you reached down to the tie at your waist and pulled. Your dress, your armor, fell to the ground in a whoosh. You stood in just your underwear, having forgone a bra that evening.

“Goddamn,” V growled, “Such a good little slut coming to our place without a bra.”

His filthy words slid over your body like a caress and settled deep in your core. You pushed your thighs together. The movement was not lost on the brothers.

“Vante.”

At V’s call, Vante reached out and took your hand. Leading you over to the bed, he gestured for you to lay down. “We want to tie you up, kitten. Is that okay? If not, we can have fun in other ways.”

“T-that’s okay,” You swallowed hard, “I like bondage.”

“I knew it!” Hansung cheered from the left foot of the bed.

“Shut up, Han,” Vante shot over his shoulder as he focused on tying your wrists behind your head. Refocusing on you, he mumbled, “How does that feel, baby? Too tight? Too loose?”

“Just right,” You sighed, almost moaning at how hot you felt getting tied down by one man while three others watched.

Taehyung sat down at your side, his pointer finger began drawing light circles across your stomach. “Can Hansung take your panties off, kitten?”

Nodding, you looked down as Hansung leaned over you, hands briefly squeezing your hips before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Almost on reflex, you squeezed your legs together again, craving any sort of friction.

“Open your legs,” V ordered from his stance against the wall by the foot of the bed, “Show us how wet you are.”

You listened, hyper-aware of how your wetness was surely obvious. Taehyung’s fingers suddenly pinched your nipple, rolling the puckered bud between his fingers. A small moan escaped you.

“Fuck,” someone cursed. Hansung, you guessed. “She’s so pretty.”

“How wet is she?” Taehyung asked, the only brother not openly ogling your wet pussy.

“Dripping,” Vante murmurs, tongue wetting his lips.

Your eyes locked with V’s as he stared you down. “Now, kitten, do you want Vante to lick your pussy? Or Hansung?”

Both boys in question stared at you with wistful expressions. You knew your answer though. It was not an option he had given. And it was your lack of answer that tipped V off.

“Ah, I see,” V laughed. “Well, that’ll be a new one for us.”

Hansung shot V a confused look, “What?”

“She wants both of your mouths,” V smirked at your immediate blush, “What? Am I wrong, baby?”

“…No,” You pouted.

Vante’s eyebrows furrowed, “Both of us? Like at one time? Or one after the other?”

All eyes were on you once more as you squirmed under the weight of their attention and Taehyung’s continued worship of your nipples with his fingers.

“Either?” You were losing your train of thought under the building pleasure. Could you actually come from just nipple play?

“Mm,” V hummed, “Our little kitten is being indecisive. Vante?”

Again, Vante hastened to fulfill V’s unspoken command. You wondered how many times the brothers had done this together, because they were really fucking in sync.

“Are you good with being blindfolded, too, kitten?” Vante asked, kissing your cheek lightly. You nodded and lifted your head up slightly so he could tie the soft silk around your head.

Darkness consumed you. Your senses heightened. A breath coasted over your wetness and you shuddered.

A light kiss pressed over your folds followed by a tentative swipe of a tongue. “Damn, she tastes fucking amazing,” Hansung groaned, completely giving himself away.

“Shut up and make her come, Han. Or I’ll let Vante take your place.” V’s voice came from closer by you now. Was he right next to you? Was he at your feet?

His lips felt so soft as he dragged them over your pussy to finally suck your clit in between them. His tongue slid and flicked perfectly against your clit.

The small ministrations of his tongue against your clit set your arousal ablaze. You shifted your hips up in hopes he will lick harder, but a firm hand pushed you back down.

“No, no, kitten,” V’s voice sounded in your ear, “You’ll get what we give you.”

Hansung continued to stroke his tongue between your legs. Finally, by the grace of the gods, he pushed a finger inside you and hissed, “Fuck, she’s so tight.”

You clenched down around his finger at his words, and he moaned. “She was fucking made for us.”

As Han returned to worship your pussy, another tongue flicked at your nipple. Was that Vante? Taehyung?

Honestly, not knowing was high-key hot. You were hurtling towards your orgasm as one brother ate your pussy, another worshipped your breasts, and two more watched.

The feeling of having so much attention on you, on your pleasure, on your body, set you off. You came with an embarrassingly loud moan.

Lips brushed your ear as V murmured, “You’re so sexy when you come, kitten. I bet you’ll look even better when you come all over my cock.”

A whine escaped you as he teased you, licking your neck, teeth scraping over it. The afterglow of your orgasm quickly turned into the aching need for more.

And then your stomach let out an insanely loud growl.

The room quieted. A chuckle escaped someone. Then, laughs echoed around the bedroom.

“Well, someone needs to be fed,” V’s smile was apparent as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The blindfold slipped from around your head and you blinked up at V as he untied your wrists. “Come on, baby, we can reheat dinner.”

“But–” You pouted as V placed a finger to your lips.

“We can get back to that after. We’re not even close to being done with you, kitten.”

“I don’t think we ever will,” Taehyung grinned at you as he tugged you up from the bed.

“Here you go, (y/n),” Vante handed you Han’s discarded button down.

“Thank you,” You blushed at his cuteness. Pausing, you scoured the ground for your panties.

Thwack.

Your ass stung as V’s hand massaged over the area he just smacked.

“They’re mine. Don’t bother,” His grin was feral as he squeezed your ass and then led you out of the room towards the kitchen.

As you both joined the others in the kitchen, you took the plate that Han offered you. Surveying the room, you took in your varying states of undress as you all stood around the kitchen island eating your reheated dinners.

Damn, you could get used to this… Taehyung caught your eye and shot you a wink.

Yeah, you were so fucked… but, so were they.

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10 Seconds Later

An Obiyuki Playlist

(For Obiyuki Week 2021 Day 7: Wheel of Fortune by @snowwhite-andtheknight)

This playlist starts after the iconic “10 seconds” scene with Obi trying to decide if he should tell her his feelings or not, then transitions to songs where he decides it’s better if he doesn’t tell her or that he tells her and hopes their relationship stays the same. Still using a lot of Snow Patrol and Eisley songs, but I was finally able to include some of my other favorite bands like Jimmy Eat World and Anberlin too! (Chapter cover edit from @ansmangacaps, definitely one of my favorites!)

Open Your Eyes- Snow Patrol Momentum- The Hush Sound Let It Happen- Jimmy Eat World A Day Late- Anberlin Now Is Not The Time- Chvrches Autumn Love- Death Cab for Cutie I Wish- Eisley Love Isn’t a Game- Midnight Television If You’re Wondering- Eisley Peace- Taylor Swift

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately, sometime after the week):

“All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you. I want so much to open your eyes, cause I need you to look into mine. Tell me that you'll open your eyes… take my hand, knot your fingers through mine, and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.”- Open Your Eyes, Snow Patrol

“You are the dark ocean bottom and I am the fast-sinking anchor, should I fall for you? You are the scar on my tissue that I show all of my new friends, should I show you me? All we need is a little bit of momentum, break down these walls that we've built around ourselves. All we need is a little bit of inertia, break down and tell. That you are the rain on the fire deep in the trees, when no one was looking, should I speak of this?”- Momentum, The Hush Sound

“I have a ringing in my head and no one to help me answer it, even with you close enough to kiss… thinking about it can’t help me let go.”- Let It Happen, Jimmy Eat World

“So let me get this straight, say now you love me all along? What makes you hesitate to tell me in words what you really feel? I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say, I remember so along ago saying I felt the same way. Only time will tell, could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend. Can't help but entertain this thought, thoughts of us together.”- A Day Late, Anberlin

“Warriors are both time and patience, but you and I are worlds apart. There is much that I still want to tell you, but now is not the time to speak of love.”- Now Is Not The Time, Chvrches

“If there's no beacon tonight to guide me, I'll finally break the shackles of direction and let the headlights lead me anywhere they wanna go, I feel at home now out on a bough. This autumn love is not enough.”- Autumn Love, Death Cab for Cutie

“I was carrying a deep hope for you, a little pack of fire, I watched you from afar, a blazing, blooming star. The tree of life is what you are. Oh I wish you felt this way… so tell me, do you fear this? Cause you're not sure what's required, and if I could, I'd just claim you.” - I Wish, Eisley

“Now I’m just playing for keeps the day I met you I fell in so deep. Love isn’t a game, no need keeping score, my heart’s not playing anymore. All in and always, well that’s me for sure. To think how I love while collecting our scars on our hearts and our minds, but win lose or draw I’m all in all time.”- Love Isn’t a Game, Midnight Television

“Cast about the night with your hands, and space the space inside of our heads, and when the fighting fighter inside with all the thrilling I hide. I was wanting you to show me, I was wondering all the time, but if the moon shines on you while you're sleeping, it will show you all that you're feeling inside. If you're wondering I know.”- If You’re Wondering, Eisley

“I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm… All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”- Peace, Taylor Swift

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I’ll See You in the Spring

A Copeland Zenyuki Playlist

Week three @zenyuki-festival-2021 playlist!

This image compiled by @ansmangacaps fits perfectly for this playlist! They are thinking about each other while he is on a grassy hillside and she is in falling snow with her winter Lyrias outfit.

I also worked on titles for this playlist for a while… and ended up on a title that sounds like a Fruits Basket episode. Most of the playlist focuses on Zen missing Shirayuki while she is Lyrias, waiting for the snow to melt and to see her again in the spring at Wistal, and ends on a positive note after making it through the long two years.

I was able to find all Copeland songs again for this playlist theme, using a few songs from the previous Zen flower themed playlist and adding more to fit with the weekly themes of distance and scars. (I was thinking about saving “Good Morning Fire Eater” and “Erase” for an Obi playlist, but the Copeland vibe fits much better for Zen. “On the Safest Ledge” will always be an Obi song though!)

She Changes Your Mind You Have My Attention To Be Happy Now Lavender Good Morning Fire Eater Not Allowed What Do I Know? By My Side Have I Always Loved You? Erase Thanks to You

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and individual lyric analyses will be posted separately!):

She Changes Your Mind- “She changes your mind when you see the joy in her eyes, it makes you feel. It was your "hello" that kept me hanging on every word and your "goodbye" that keeps me listening for your voice around each corner. It's the song you must seek out when your night has just begun in the distance you can find the lips from which was sung a melody.”

You Have My Attention- “Quiet now, your voice seems miles away, yet somehow, I hear your song resound a little bit softer each day and from my tired heart, a little bit farther away. While you sleep safely, I’ll be thinking about you.”

To Be Happy Now- “In the moments before time starts moving backward, I will feel her hand in the palm of mine and the cities will return to the field of flowers. When every fire we sparked was just another blinking out, they're glowing like an ember in the dark cause you just want to be happy now”

Lavender- “I kissed you on a lavender hillside in the sun, you're the one that I needed all along, but I can't feel you now. And in the corner of my heart I still hold you close, cause I can almost feel your waking eyes searching for mine, fighting all your tears. I never sleep cause I can't see into your night.”

Good Morning Fire Eater- “I'm afraid you've stopped to lick your wounds, and it always goes when you need it most, the kindest love is still bleeding from the last shot.”

Not Allowed- “Here we go, I'll smile for you now, cause you're sad but I'm not allowed to be sad. Here we go, I'll burn for you now cause you're mine.”

What Do I Know?- “It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward… But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own. I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.”

By My Side- “I never fear to be more alone, I do now, I turn to see my faded tracks in the snow, I've come so far with no idea where to go and if I never fear to be more alone, I do now.”

Have I Always Loved You?- “Never mind their talking down the dreamers, our world is standing still… but see our castle will be high above their arrows.”

Erase- “Your armor I can never mold, feel it, hold your honor, bright as falling snow. Never know you’re waiting, listening to your heart. I'm still the shadows in your night, taking over, until I fade into your light. You won't erase me, so you just color me from grey. I can’t help this awful feeling that I can’t erase you.”

Thanks to You- “It's been a long two years, it's time to smile we've made it this far just like you said. I hope that you can see the strength that pulled us through is now passed on to me. This far from home, it doesn't feel as far when I know you're doing well. Distance is what you make it.”

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Out of the Wildness

An Obiyuki Playlist

(For Obiyuki Week 2021 Day 6: The Tower by @snowwhite-andtheknight)

I used the reverse tarot theme analysis for this one to represent Obi’s scars and healing throughout the manga (especially in Volume 8) and his newfound home with everyone in Clarines and Lilias. (Especially when he returns to Shirayuki, see awesome posts from @bubblesthemonsterartist for more details!) The playlist title comes from the “love like wildness/kindness” analogy from “Heal Me” which perfectly represents their relationship.

Better Love- Eisley Dismantle.Repair.- Anberlin Defeatist- Eisley Home- Mae Heal Me (Reworked)- Snow Patrol The Cure- Mae Home- Jeff and Casey Lee Williams (RWBY Soundtrack)

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately, sometime after the week):

“Why can’t I stop licking on my own wounds when I’ve found my place with you? Make me better, love, because I’ve finally found out you’re on my side… and if you’re my guide, I’m your guide. We’re gallant, we’re strong, we’re safe. You’re so brave, now I can brave myself.” -Better Love, Eisley

Four weeks felt like years, since your full attention was all mine. Change, only a matter of time, opinions, I will try and rewrite. If life had background music, playing your song, I've got to be honest, I tried to escape you, but the orchestra plays on. Things are gonna change now, for the better. Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through. Dismantle me down, repair, you dismantled me.”- Dismantle.Repair., Anberlin

“I may have faltered in my life, but not with you, I couldn't make this up. I've had trouble disengaging my heart, but I'll bite the grenade pin out. You know I want you, you know I will fight, down in the trenches, holding your hand tight. I will not make it out without you, I'll bite the bullet, I'll fall right through you.”- Defeatist, Eisley

“Now I've been sneaking out your back door, since I can't remember when and thinking about the world I didn't know and how I wanted in. But now I find I'm in the thick of it… Been running down any road but home. But I can see it in the symmetry, it's what was really always meant to be, the singularity is clearer from the distance, so I'd die here to fall in love with home. Believe in dreams and wait for signs, you will always find me when I run away, but I will not slow down until I make it back into your arms.”- Home, Mae

“I've been dancing in this fire for way to long, but I kinda like it, oh I like it cause it's more dangerous than me. Oh this is love like wildness… You call out my name like no one before, it sounds like I am called to a home that I never had. I wasn't looking for you, but I think maybe I was and didn't know.”- Heal Me, Snow Patrol

“I've grown so tired of running circles around myself in search of something new, only when I stood still I could see you were there and you were waiting for me to fall in love with you. With you near I feel like I'm invincible. All that I've wanted is standing in front of me, all that I'll need that's for sure. Once I was frail, now I have been repaired in all the lovely things you do.”- The Cure, Mae

“Let's just dream quietly of what might be, calm your fear I'll be near to you. Rest my friend, time can mend many things. I don't know the answers, tomorrow's still unknown, but I can make this promise you won't be alone. I don't know what path we will be shown, but I know that when I'm with you I'm at home. But even when we stumble, and someday when we fall, what I will remember that I had you through it all.”- Home, Jeff and Casey Lee Williams (RWBY Soundtrack)

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Memories Give Us Strength to Grow

A Zenyuki Playlist

First playlist for @zenyuki-festival-2021 ! I worked on titles for a while and finally found an early manga quote “the memory of this day will give me strength” and incorporated the flower/spring theme that I have been using for Zen playlists and the beginning/memory/strong weekly themes. The songs are mostly chronological starting with their early growing feelings, with a few songs from my original Shirayuki Feels Mix about their struggle with Izana, and then snow/winter to spring/summer themes about Lyrias that didn’t fit in the Copeland playlists. And Mae always has the most perfect ending songs 😊.

Patterns- Merriment Hide and Seek- Schematic (Dave Elkins of Mae) the lakes- Taylor Swift ivy- Taylor Swift You Are Mine- Eisley Goodbye Palace- Perma (Sherri and Max of Eisley/Say Anything) Simple Words- Mae Unglued- Fair Summer- Anchor & Braille (Stephen Christian of Anberlin) A Melody, The Memory- Mae

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and also planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately):

Patterns- “Maybe you could be some part of what I need. Who knows what we'll become, can you see just where I'm coming from? I've braved the coldest storm… but I have got to believe in you.”

Hide and Seek- “I could tell by the way you were looking at me I was found… You are it and I'm on the run, I know I'll never be the same again, you see all I've ever wanted is to play hide and seek with only you.”

the lakes- “I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, cause I haven't moved in years and I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground.”

Ivy- “I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith forgotten land, in from the snow. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see… spring breaks loose, the time is near… dare to sit and watch what we’ll become.”

You Are Mine- “Now that we've grown you've shown me the best damn parts of myself and I, I've taught you to only use lavender. When I'm here and you're with me, we can't undo the grip on our hearts.”

Goodbye Palace- “I fall down without you, I’m loving the moon’s bright light illuminating the hollow we have built… You pick up the pieces of my life, this can’t break us, change can be so hard, the starry sky is all lit up.”

Simple Words- “I almost forgot about the game that we used to play when we had younger hearts. Do you remember then? And can you feel it now? It feels right in line with summer and winter nights cause they go a long way.”

Unglued- “This is the first thing I can remember I came unglued… speak to me now until I don't feel a thing until winter gives way to spring.”

Summer- “Winter reminds me of all the times that we shared… how I missed you, summer, the winter was cold but your memory kept me warm. Only you can melt the snow in this cold heart, seasons change but you know I loved you from the start.”

A Melody, The Memory- “I'm moved by the way all the notes in time make the melody. I know you're reminiscing through our romance. Night into day, we have been captured again, a new time and place to make a million new memories.”

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This cat is exactly blanket Obi vibes:

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #yay blanket obi!#the year of shirayuki playlist posts

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tumblr tag game ❗️❓

tagged by the wonderful @leatherandcherryblossoms @ricciardosmile @jedivszombie @formulakay & @schwarzevulkan !!!

1. why did you choose your url?

because it reminds me of luigi & guido in cars going “pitstop! pitstop!” & its a tribute to those damn (normally) 2 second stops that make my heart go pitter patter most sundays! also maybe i was watching trixie hosting pitstop for rpdr &i was like yES let make make this a lil fruity!

2. any side blogs?

jontent & totoswolff in honour of two of my favourite men in f1! just an additional reason to spam people with their hOtness away from main!

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

too long! started off in 2010 as a one direction/glee/football blog where i was mainly obsessed with the spain nt & nando torres (paintmyrojaheart ill never forget u) then got a ~aesthetic blog back in 2012 (lostbeyondrepair) that I maintained regularly right up until I hopped on this new account! honestly tumblr has been in the background of my life for so long, its a special place.

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope! i only queue posts when i go through my likes i havent reblogged and i’ve sorted them out in the proper order i want them to post and then want to get rid of the 50 tabs I have opened! yes a bit psychotic i am aware!

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

when: january 2021! why: i kept using my aesthetic blog to look up f1 content and then just knew i had to make the switch to a new account if i wanted to join in on the circus!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because disgruntled disappointed toto is who i am & aspire to attract

7. why did you choose your header?

because i get to stare at cyrils heartbroken yet expectant and somewhat hopeful lil french face at least once a day

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

lewis’ insta comment after imola 2021 seb idiot sandwich susie & lewis podium in ‘03 susie & her trophy husband carlando netflix nonsense

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i think maybe about 100!? but im v shy so i maybe talk to only like ten of u beauties

10. how many followers do you have?

635 ahhh screams

11. how many people do you follow?

290!

12. have you ever made a shit post?

every day 😌

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

i basically always refresh my lil dash on my phone if i have a free minute or two! it’s also my go to when i’m falling asleep!

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

nope! not about that life!

15. how do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

reblogging is the only way content gets shared on this silly lil site! so of course i think it’s important, but who am i to tell someone what to do! i undertand how appreciated it is though!

16. do you like tag games?

love them! even if i do them like weeks later its very sweet to be tagged to do them! and allows me to share fun lil info about me that i normally wouldnt share on here because its a f1 blog!

17. do you like ask games?

yEs!! but if i take forever to answer its because my adhd makes me forget about it & also i have a need to craft what i believe is a perfect well-rounded & researched answer so that takes a stuPid amount of time but also makes me not want to answer it :):):) gr8 times

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

some of them are def f1blr famous & it makes me blush to think they see my silly lil posts freaking out over team principals & women !!

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

yes you are all quite sexY 2 me! every single one of u! this is me giving u all a lil kiss on the forehead i hope that’s ok !! <3333

20. tags!

@bonocedes @laptimedeleted @schwarzevulkan @mushroomlance @vettelle @formula-done @renaultz @quinnkeeper @babssionate @ricciardhoes no pressure & so sorry if you’ve already been tagged & done this cuties!

#this was lovely #expOsing myself lol #tag game #long post

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Orange Juice | [REPOST]

Title ~ Orange Juice

Word Count ~ 2k

Pairings ~ Leon x Chubby!reader

Warnings ~ Body shaming, Bullying

Okay but do y'all see my new icon like 🥰

Repost from my wattpad storie lulz lemme send link 🖇️ https://my.w.tt/KjSStSQYkbb

"Come on Y/N," junko smirked "hes never gonna like you if your fat, keep throwing it up." You pushed slightly on your stomach to trigger more vomit.

With Junko standing behind you, taunting you as your breakfast pushed passed your lips.

You could see Mukuro start gather tissue for you to wipe your mouth off with.

You sat in class one day as the teacher rambled about nothing you cared about. The sun ran over the curve of your cheeks and lit up your (E/C) eyes as you were deep in thought.

"What if I was smaller"

"Would I be prettier?"

"Would he notice me?"

Not even noticing that class was over until two particular known sisters made their way over to you.

Junko slapped her hand down on your desk taking you out of your thoughts. Her sinister smile was a clear warning of her intentions which were obvious to you.

You expected nothing but harsh words, more things to make you regret your weight. But she unexpectedly had other plans.

Junko came to you as if she wanted to help you. She said she could make you look pretty. In your desperate state of mind you accepted.

Ever since then her way of making "pretty" was meeting her outside of the bathroom every 2-3 hours, practically shoving you face into a toilet and forcing you to gag your meals.

"Hey Junko.." you said weakly, your stomach aching being the 5th week you skipped lunch. "Did you ever find out what type of girls Leon is into?"

She thought about it while she chewed her food. "Why of course I did, and you know what he told me?"

You were practically leaning over the table, dying to know what the baseball player told her. "He said and I quote, "tight waisted bimbos with huge tits" end quote."

It felt like a spear ran threw your heart as you sunk into deep thought. "I'm sure he'll like you for who you are rather than what your physical appearance is Y/N."

"You filthy liar! I told her exactly what he told me."

"But Junko I was right ther-"

"Shut up!"

The thoughts in your head shut you out from the twins bickering. Your mind festering on the idea of fitting into Leon's type.

The sadness you felt turned into determination. Thinking about how you can cut out a few more meals, and exercise even more times a day. Wearing extremely heavy hoodies in raging hot weather to shed.

You were determined by the end of this month you'd fit his standards.

"Junko,"

Standing up, you caught her attention before she shot another insult to Mukuro. "I think I'm ready now."

A large malicious smirk panned across her face, rising up from her seat. "Let's go."

You shoved two fingers down your throat, nearly missing your uvula. Not much at first shot out but as you progressed more and more came out as your throat burned.

Beginning to feel dizzy, you leaned against the bathroom stall. Not having the energy to continue the assault on your throat. Once you gained your composure you restarted, plunging fingering back into your throat. Murkuro held your hair back away from your face as Junko unbeknownst to you recorded your gagging.

You finished up rather quickly, wiping spit from the corner of your mouth. You rummaged through your backpack looking for your tooth brush.

You walked over to the sink ignoring a few girls who just walked in stares of confusion. The first thing you noticed was your cheeks, usually a soft looking round was now turning hallow.

Your body over all seemed to be getting slimmer over the past few weeks. So much so you'd start to get compliments and praised.

For once you've felt good about yourself, Confident.

...

Until, from an anonymous account you were exposed. Several videos of you forcing yourself to barf was posted on this account.

"This you?"

Mukuro texted you while you got dressed in your uniform. Sending the account.

As if the multiple videos weren't enough, pictures of your dazed expression began circulating. Tears threatened your eyes, you reported each video and picture one by one.

-/-

You went into school, head hung low as whispers and giggles could be heard around you.

You would look up to see several faces looking at you with disgust, some occasionally with pity.

Ultimately, you decided that you weren't gonna let this stop you from reaching your goal. Even if it was draining you.

Today being mile day in PE made you teensy bit woozy, but still you convinced yourself of the "benefits"

The long track taunted you, seeming like it stretched for miles. "You've never seen any interest in mile before, Y/N..are you sure." Your PE teacher placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a understanding look.

You nodded gulping slowly before starting to sprint. At first it wasn't as bad (you told yourself) as you got about half way down the long course.

Your eyes were starting to get a bit heavy as you tried regulating your breath. The temperature only seemed to get hotter as you tried to block out the feelings.

"Was this a heat wave?" You asked your as you tried to push through. Darkness seemed to be clouding over your vision rather quickly.

And surely you passed out.

Condensation slid down your face making you wince. You blinked a few times before taking in the bright light on the ceiling.

You rose up quickly only to be pushed right back down. The school nurse, Mikan, giving a frighten shriek from your sudden movement.

"Please let me help you get up." Her worried tone, placing a hand on your back while you rose. "You passed out on the field." A quiver still in her voice.

Panic started to rise in your gut. "I..I did?" You didn't want to believe her words, seeing it more as an embarrassment than an health concern.

"A teacher carried you here with the help of a student." Mikan tried calming you down to prevent any other health problems.

Sadly her efforts wasted as you began to worry yourself on who the student was. Your nightmares only coming true when Leon suddenly walked through the door.

"Mikan is she alright? I heard talkin' and" Your eyes met sending a rush of pink to your cheeks. His pale blue orbs gazed into your F/C ones.

"Are you... alright?" Leon's gaze never leaving your eyes. Lips quivering to much for a verbal answer, you nodded.

Tears brimmed your eye line, you didn't want to met like this. This wasn't supposed to be this way. But his next words caught you off guard.

"Good. hate to see a pretty girl like yourself hurt." He followed up with a wink before sliding out of the office.

Awe casted on your face causing you jaw to open slightly. You were in shock, not even hearing Mikan rambling.

Once you were released from Mikan's office you headed to your locker. You managed to pick your jaw up off the floor but shock and awe still lingered.

You opened your locker open-mindedly. A small blush colored envelope fell out, you practically tore it open to see in somewhat messy handwriting:

A actual compliment..did I hit my head that hard? Am I in a coma?

Hey cutie ;), I'd call myself a hero for saving you today. How about you reward me with a little date later today?

- Leon

A squeal errupted from your mouth causing whoever around you a confused look. You were to caught up in your joy to even realize Junko and Mukuro making their way over.

A hand placed firmly onto your shoulder, turning you around to face them forcefully.

"Whaddya got there Y/N?"

Junko's tone too sweet for her own good, you held the letter up slowly in which she snatched it. "This has to be a fake." She said without looking.

Eyes widening, you look the letter back reading it over for any indications. The thought of this being some prank didn't even register to you.

"Well if you are going you know what you have to do" Her tone lowering to something darker. You have her a nod before once again walking to the dreadful bathroom.

You've grown tired of these plain walls as you stick a few fingers once again down your throat. Your senses activated causing you to hurl.

Junko chuckled, getting a sick sort of kick out your suffering. Mukuro narrowing her eyes at her sister, quickly sending a text to someone.

About five minutes later the sound of the bathroom door being slammed open caused you to rip your fingers out of your mouth.

Various shouts coming from behind the stall door as it was suddenly swung open. Leon stood in the frame with ishimaru not far behind.

The sudden appearance caught Junko off guard, almost dropping her phone. "Leon you can't just-" The short haired male turned his attention to the scene.

"Y/N...what are you doing?" Leon's face in confusion, you quickly wiped any remaining spittle off your chin before turning around completely.

Leon bent down, wiping your cheeks with his thumb. "I don't give a shit about your body, I like you just the way you are." He lifts you up, giving you a hug.

"Nothing, just a-" Junko was quick to cut you off. "A hard case of bulimia." Your hair fell down into your face, Junko continued to laugh.

She spoke in a bragging fashion as she told the two men of your dirty secret. Tears brimmed your lash line seeing Leon's eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

"And the funny part about it is...she it did all for you!" Leon's eyes widened, his mouth almost fell open as he quietly repeated her last few words.

"You told me that he likes small waisted girls and I-" a sob breaking your sentence, you fell down onto the bathroom floor sobbing uncontrollably. You felt hands gently pry your hands off your face.

Your usual small pink envelope fell right into your hands, causing a smile to stretch across your face.

You snuggle into his neck, now happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

- timeskip brought to you by the iconic cheez duo -

- about a month later

"You know, Princesses are usually found in castles. How'd I meet you here?"

Cheesy. You smirk to yourself before feeling large arms wrapped around you. Leon placed a kiss to your temple, filling spinning you around for a kiss to the lips.

"I guess the answer to your question would be, sometimes princesses get bored for waiting on their prince." Leon chuckled, sneaking in another kiss. "Well, it's not easy finding the right princess."

His hand instinctively latched onto your as you two walked down the hall to your first period.

Leon doesn't like you cause of your skin, your weight, or your face. He likes you because of you.

Uhh I know the themes in this got like really fucking dark and usually I don't like to to talk about these topics cause all around this is supposed to be a happier book and shit like that but it was actually requested of me once before.

I thought it was time to get out of my comfort zone and address this. You all are beautiful no matter what you look like, your body doesn't define you!! Your beauty inside and out. And if anyone tells you otherwise me and cheez will beat the- I mean kindly slap them around with kindness.

Anyways I love you all and everyone around you should to! You don't have to fit into what someone wants you to for them to love you. If they really love you, they'd love you for you! Appearance doesn't matter in love!! ((Praying I'm saying the right things))

And it is okay if you do wanna change how look. Just use the reader as an example not to do, please don't hurt yourself or take the easy route. Please choose healthy and non harmful ways to improve on your already beautiful self.

I'm really not good at this so I hope this little message didn't offend, comfort is nawt my strong suit BUT I love you all tremendously and I'll always be here no matter what.

- Cheez it chan & Cheez <3

#leon kuwata x reader #danganronpa leon kuwata #dr1 #leon kuwata #leon #danganronpa kuwata #kuwata #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa #tw ed mention #tw ed content #tw bulemia #tw eating disorder #tw bullying #tw vomit

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