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macaronnya · 2 years ago

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Fresh(?) Impressions (8)

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Hello Enstarries~☆ Another day another post. I'm trying to speed up the process. This time, I'm gonna rate our beloved and chivalrous unit Knights. It's one of my favourites for now so I'm excited to talk about them! Btw since it's been already quite a while, I just wanted to remind y'all again, that I only know random bits of infos out of context and their Ep.1 in the new game. Therefore, my opinions are probably very mmdnmmhnhmhmfkdlsisojdöshhfksa y'know?

DISCLAIMER!: Everything said here is for entertainment purposes only and not meant to attack anyone. This is not an accurate description of any characters but my subjective rambling for fun, so please don't take it too seriously. (Just to be safe, I'm kinda scared of elite idol fans) Also, you will hear me mention other games a bunch of times bc I'm that bad and uncreative at explaining and I'm still grieving A3!EN's shutdown. Eng is my 2nd (or 3rd?) language so there might be some weird grammar or spelling mistakes. And I write at 3 am usually.

Without further ado.....Let's Ensemble!☆

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I'm not a Knights-P.....BUT I'm very close to being one. I'm enamoured with most of their songs. Like, yeah some songs are rather meh but those that hit, hit H A R D.

Mystic Fragrance literally grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me into the hole that is Enstars. The MV? Literally perfect and heavenly. I'm no expert on choreography or film production but everyone and everything was just so damn beautiful, clean, sleek, elegant, I watched that video more than I'd like to admit. And the song itself??? Just 😭👌👌👌👌👌 Ok, this isn't a love letter to 1 song but the group, so I should continue. But just reeaal quick, I also love Little Romance and Knights the Phantom Thief to death.

Now, their costumes and theme. I really like it! It is once again the case of everyone having small differentiations here and there, like their gloves and shoes. Overall, I love the simple but refined design. Especially these "noble vests" tend to be overfilled with patterns, ornaments etc in anime and webtoons but that's not the case here. The medal is a nice touch. And the striped pants add a bit smth more loud to the else quiet design. Everything is just on point for the idea of loyal Knights, that serve us fans.

From what I've seen, their dancing is also refined and chic. And maybe it's just that one song but the flower formation and how the center is switched in the chorus in Mystic Fragrance was just so genius and beautiful! The characters on the other hand....well, I haven't seen too much of them as a group yet compared to other units. So it's harder to make up my mind about them.

8.5/10 - I realized after writing everything, that the music is doing A LOT of work

Tsukasa Suou

We aren't related, so why does he address us as "big sister"? That's like the 2nd time we got adopted as a sibling, no? Well, from what I've seen, he is another heir to an influential family and...reminds me a bit of Riddle (Twisted Wonderland). Very diligent, wants to be mature, so that he won't be underestimated, workaholic. Lowkey seems like a teacher's pet. For some reason, I thought he was more pretentious and the like but he seems relatively normal. Is he half-english or why does he use english sometimes? And like, not the words that naturally wormed their way into the japanese language due to globalisation. Good on the localisation team on HIGHLIGHTING those words in bold btw. They could have just ignored it or changed it to french, the typical approach to such cases, where characters speak english in pieces as a gimmick. But they didn't. It's a bit funny and cringe to hear him say it. But I'm sure he'll get better someday. Practice makes perfect! That's how thing go.

5/10 - not a lot to say about him

Leo Tsukinaga

Uchu~⭐ It's the nth member of the DRAMA club! Ngl, I understood his Ep.1 in the sense of getting what he means to say but having his words fly all over my head. I bet he's really good friends with Wataru. Good for him though! You'll never have to worry about having an awkward silence with him. Probably suffers from waking up and immediately writing his ideas down, that came from his dreams. I remember somewhere, that he really likes the 🌠 S P A C E 🌌 but I'm not too sure about that anymore. Either has some fucked up trauma in his backstory or is just like that. Highly doubt the latter though. People can be terrible and there's no way he wasn't bullied or didn't suffer from high expectations. His voice sounds like gummy bears. Very squishable and colorful and jumpy. Definitely very different to Itaru's (A3!) and Samatoki's (Hypnosis Mic). I also thinks he's very messy but always knows where all his pencils, notebooks etc. are.

6/10 - coffee would drink HIM to get energized

Izumi Sena

On the very fine line of being a tsundere and a complete jerk except he has already fallen of the rope to the latter side but his one (1) foot is on the other side. Ik he's very mean to Arashi but man...I didn't expect him to be this hot n' cold. He's the stereotype of women saying the opposite of what they mean. Maybe I'll warm up to him after I learned his language but he's so needlessly bitchy 🤦‍♀️ Does he have friends? Tori on the other hand looks like an angel, not that he's been so terrible in the first place. Izumi's voice was smth to get used to bc it was so....nasal? It's not bad or anything, I just never heard a voice like that. I h a t e to admit it but he does sing very well and it's understandable, that he's a model 😫 *sigh* He would make the perfect male lead in a romance story. The famous idol, who is the biggest tsundere ever and lowkey highkey toxic and is pretentious but unfortunately has the skills to back it up, falls in love with little ol' normal producer and.... y'know the rest. Totally wears mildly strong expensive cologne, designer clothes and eats 5$ toasts.

2/10 - if I could, I'd throw tomatoes at him every day

Ritsu Sakuma

Sssssllllleeeeepppppyyyyy~~~~~ What a mood™️ And a foodie as well! He must have a very good metabolism and/or work out a lot to maintain such a slim figure, though I guess the latter is to be expected from an idol. He would hate me for this but he does have a similar vibe to his big bro. It's probably the bedroom eyes. And his mysterious? air. Though he does look cuter! His hairstyle reminds me of 🍄 and 🌰. I think he's the most relatable person I've met yet here. You work to live and not the other way around. It's good to be enthusiastic about your job but at the expense of your health makes it toxic. Quite a number of people might need to hear this. He's chill, probably both in personality and body temperature, if he's an actual vampire, he's likely low-maintenance and just seems down to earth. Not that nobody is until now. But Ritsu is kinda just a chill teenage boy. No big dreams or revenge he wishes to enact. I heard he even has some falling out with a friend or smth. Very normal and real. Dude is just living. He has a very soft and pretty voice.

8/10 - i wonder if he has soft cheeks....

Arashi Narukami

Q U E E N 👑 period. I don't wanna throw out empty words but I think she's perfect! She has such a beautiful and melodic voice, it's like a fresh spring breeze. Her "Mou~ 😣" sounds so cute as well! Idk what it is but smth about her violet eyes just go perfectly with her blond and brown hair. Idk man she's just very lovely. Very terrible, that she's not taken seriously by most people, even some of her own unit members bc of her gender orientation. At least, that's what I've heard. I haven't seen anything like that yet. She wishes to have a cuter image but I think she already has the perfect mix of cool & cute. Seems like a very considerate and relatively optimistic person. Her character song is literally 🥰😭💞❤💎👒☀️🍰⚘🎀💍 Has a rather minimalistic chic wardrobe but as I said, it makes her look very cool. Idk nor do I care how tall she is, I can and will give her a bear hug and kiss her forehead and pat her lovingly an-

10/10 - i'm excited and lowkey scared to get to know her more

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Conclusion

I you haven't noticed, I ❤ everything about Knights except its members but that's just bc I don't know them very well yet. Except Izumi, he can go eat trash (I'm so sorry Izumi stans). Very very VERY looking forward to new songs to play and to get to know them better. I WILL spend a lot of gems on the Mystic Fragrance event and that's undebatable.

That's it for today, I hope you somehow enjoyed my ramblings. If you wanna share some thoughts, everything goes as long as it's harmless and remember it's just for fun! Until next part~☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #Knights #macaron rambles

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lovelylogans · 6 years ago

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*cracks knuckles* it’s time for me to go galaxy brain on main.

i present: an overanalysis of virgil’s deposition (specifically, deceit weaseling badgering the witness)

so, virgil is very clearly reluctant to take the stand:

to which deceit responds “very well. you don’t usually have anything helpful to add anyway.”

to me, this reminded me of the past lines (i forget which eps and i’ll edit this post when i find it) in which numerous sides speak about virgil being unhelpful, pre-accepting anxiety arc: “virgil always seems to get you down,” “we’re talkin’ toons, dr. gloom!” in “becoming a cartoon” in which the other sides actively ostracized virgil bc he was unhelpful, or brought the group down.

let’s take a look at accepting anxiety part two (which is only 13 minutes long and we thought it was a MARATHON, weren’t we cute back then?) when virgil rises up, he says “i’ve decided to duck out... i removed myself from the equation. i quit. decided it wasn’t worth it. it didn’t seem like i was wanted. you all made that pretty clear anytime i showed up.”

later in that ep,

this clearly rankles virgil, so he takes the stand: agitated, on edge, keyed up—precisely as deceit wants him.

“okay! ask me your questions.”

look at his posture, the tone of his voice—he’s hunched forward, arms crossed, bangs in his face. he’s on defense (from the defendant i’m so sorry i’ll go) and he’s irritated. deceit then asks him the clarifying question:

“you are in control of thomas’ fears, are you not?” honestly, it’s a fair question. he poses a similar question to logan earlier (logic as an oversimplification) though he does eventually highlight logan’s other roles (for instance, his punctuality.)

however, look at that phrasing. you are in control of thomas’ fears. not you are thomas’ fear response. not you represent thomas’ fear. you are in control of those fears.

back to accepting anxiety part two! “i’ve always aimed to protect you!”

to quote logan: “look, anxiety, you’re a natural fight-or-flight reflex. that’s what you’re instilled in humans to act as.”

to quote virgil himself an ep ago: “me being able to elicit fear doesn’t mean i haven’t grown.”

virgil’s been established, yes, as anxiety. however, it’s anxiety that he doesn’t want to overpower thomas with. in accepting anxiety two, as thomas says, he wants to work with anxiety to overcome those fears, rather than without him. virgil can elicit fear, true, but that doesn’t mean he intends for it to be so aggressively overwhelming—or, at least, that’s been my interpretation of canon, and if i’m missing something please feel free to let me know.

back to the most recent ep!

“oh my go-we all know each other! who are these clarifications for?? CUT TO THE CHASE!” again, i think this might be needling at virgil’s past. as fear/anxiety—someone not to include, someone to excise, someone to, well, fear. keep away from.

but look at how agitated he is. he’s so clearly on guard here, he’s so clearly defensive, he’s lashing out and shouting. after two questions. and admittedly one pointed comment. virgil does not want him here, he does not want to be in this situation, he wants out. cut to the chase indeed.

“is it true that you once said that ‘weddings are outdated, overly expensive pagentry?’”

i just really liked that imitation. i do also think, though, that this imitation tells us something about the past deceit and virgil relationship (friends, enemies, whatever it was.) personally, i can only get better at interpreting people the more time i spend around them. for example, a professor i have 3 days a week this semester? i can do a passable “oh, my” impression of her voice. but my roommate, who i have known since i was about 13? she and i have literally started saying “hell yeah!” in the exact same tone of voice, at the exact same time. i can do a much better impersonation of her. and granted deceit and virgil have the same face and similar voices, but look at deceit’s impersonation of patton (pretty spot-on) and logan (less passable) and then look at his impersonation of virgil. that’s on-the-nose. that’s practically perfect.

that’s an impersonation you get after a lot of time, study, and practice.

“yeah, well, i also once swore to thomas that the drink he left alone in the other room for ten seconds was definitely poisoned and if he drank it, he would die. i’m not exactly a beacon of truth.”

first, it’s just nice to know that i’m not the only one who panics about drinks getting poisoned. second, that line i bolded. that’s a turning point. that is a target. that is what deceit will narrow his focus in on.

“so you’ve changed your mind then?” see? narrowed in. focused. virgil knows it, too. look at his posture: he’s drawn his shoulders back, though he still has his arms in front of him.

“next question.” however, i do think that there could also be an undercurrent of history there, which i won’t speculate about; i’m gonna just assume that it doubles back to the dilemma of this episode, ie, the wedding vs the callback.

deceit chuckles, there, and let me just say thomas that is a VERY good evil chortle, 10/10. anyway, “very well. as thomas’ anxiety, do you have any relevant information about his norepinephrine levels in regards to these two conflicting commitments?”

SCIENCE BREAK! note that i’m a journalism/english major and i nearly flunked out of chemistry in high school, so i’m mostly relying on google here. anyway, deceit specifically mentions norepinepherine, which directly stimulates adrenergic receptors. however, in my own research (again, not super known to be trusted here) i’ve found that anxiety is epinephrine. minor differences, sure, mostly centered on the effects that they have (norepinepherine, for instance, causes your blood vessels to narrow which increases blood pressure level, which epinepherine doesn’t do.) epinephrine, however, is the primary aspect of “flight-or-flight” response, aka virgil’s specialty. norepinephrine results in the formation of epinephrine: so essentially, deceit is asking if there’s an increase in norepinepherine, which would result in an increase in epinephrine: basically, is there gonna be a bad/anxious time happening any time soon.

science break over! virgil does not have the patience for it that i just spent researching and you just spent reading, though:

“i think it’s ridiculous that anyone is entertaining any of this. guys, he’s a liar! you literally know him as deceit!”

it’s true, we do know him as deceit. we also knew virgil as anxiety, which is where a popular strain of theory has popped up: ie, virgil being known as anxiety, and the name ‘virgil’ being a sort of lie. i’m not sure how much i agree with it, though i do think it’s a viable fan theory.

“glass houses, virgil. you yourself said that you are not a beacon of truth.”

his tone—especially when he chides virgil about glass houses with the finger wag and the little tsk—is mocking. he’s taunting virgil. as in beware calling me a liar—we both know that you aren’t as honest as you seem.

“yeah, because i’m wrong a lot.” virgil’s still on the defensive.

“oh, so you’ve never been reluctant to share anything with the group then?”

this. this is the line that makes me think that it’s not quite centered on the name, coupled with deceit’s next line. if any of you have siblings—you know how you taunt them with something, or tease them, and they say “DON’T” or “STOP” or you get that response that you were looking for, because little kids are jerks, and you just say “whaat, i just meant insert thing here...” it’s vaguely like the “i’m not touching you!” defense. this scene gives me very similar vibes. deceit is definitely taunting virgil over something that he didn’t share—whether it’s with the named sides we’ve got, or if it’s with the unseen friends of deceit.

let’s throw it back an ep, shall we? to that endscreen. “you are hilarious virgil, you always have been...” and “just be sure to keep up that personal growth, virgil. maybe soon, you could be rid of us all.”

definite history. definitely a pattern of needling virgil over their mutual past.

“don’t.”

“what?! i just meant your name...”

look at him. he’s delighted he’s gotten the reaction he wanted. he’s delighted that thomas is now glancing back and forth between them, curious about that history. and again, see, look, the petulant little “whaaat? i just meant...” and hey, look, another moment of deceit needling something of virgil’s past with the sides: they kept trying to figure out his name, saying his name was a big thing for him, and now deceit is bringing that up, too.

“DON’T!”

he’s an ANGERY boi! he does not want deceit prying, he does not want him bringing this up in front of the others, especially thomas, and he does not want to revisit the past.

“maybe that’s why it’s so easy for you to recognize me for what i am. like i said before, it takes a liar to know a liar.”

this is the point where patton breaks in, and this little scene is ferreted away for fanders to overanalyze until they’re dizzy (guilty!) but hey, that parting line, huh?

it takes a liar to know a liar.

so i think the main question is: what’s virgil lying about? is it his past as a “dark” side (which i think is pretty widely accepted fanon, and very heavily hinted in canon) or is it about a potential betrayal he did to the dark sides, or is it something that the “light” sides (and therefore the audience) don’t know about virgil yet? something that could really affect their trust of him?

either way, this scene was a little over a minute, and yet it provided this much for analysis, so. even if i’m wrong about most of it, i am not wrong about the fact that the deceit and virgil conflict is gonna be intense, everybody.

#my post #text #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers

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orcx-nus · 4 years ago

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@flowerytruth said: “ 1,9,13 “

the be honest meme.

1. What would prevent you from following someone?

(( i’ll be honest, i have quite a few things that would prevent me from following someone. when deciding whether or not to follow someone i mainly look at rules, character descriptions, writing style, some aesthetic & organization, and the type of activity.

rules: i have seen a few blogs with rules like “if you write [insert some sort of common trigger here] whatsoever, even if tagged, don’t follow!” or “even if i don’t follow you i will block you if i so much as hear that you write [insert some sort of common trigger here]” or smth like that. in which case, i avoid them entirely. first of all, i hate rules that police other’s behaviors outside of their personal interactions. as long as someone tags things properly and it’s evident that mun=/=muse, why be so hostile from the get-go? second, if they’re not gonna like what i write for character exploration purposes, then there’s no point in following to begin with. better to avoid issues before they start. also, if i see someone just doesn’t have rules altogether, or has very minimal/vague rules i tend to avoid them. nothing personal, it’s just easier to avoid problems if someone has proper rules.

character descriptions: especially if they’re an OC, if they lack any character descriptions of backgrounds, or have very minimal ones, i tend to avoid. i hate having to constantly ask questions about characters and prefer to have someplace i can come back to in order to double-check details and make sure i don’t cross certain lines.

writing style: i tend to avoid people who write a lot of short replies (a paragraph or less) bc it gives me nothing to work with in the long-run. i used to write with a lot of people like that, and i eventually ended up just having to remake bc i lost my inspiration to write altogether. it’s not fun if i have nothing to work with. also, although it’s not necessary, i tend to enjoy those who regularly use icons and format replies at least a lil bit. just a personal preference.

aesthetic & organization: as i mentioned, it’s not super necessary but i definitely enjoy at least a little bit of aesthetic. however, i mainly apply this to replies only. in other words, if someone writes a lot, but doesn’t often use formatting (ie: small text, bolded/italicized words or ‘speech’, etc.) i tend to lean more towards not following. of course, this doesn’t always apply but i do like seeing pretty writing lol however, if someone uses too much aesthetic writing (ie: drastically formatting every other word) it makes it more difficult for me to read and i can also avoid them. basically, just format within moderation. also, if someone doesn’t have any sort of organization, especially in regards to links, i avoid.

activity: i now i’m also not the best example of this and i may come off as a bit hypocritical, but if someone posts wayyyy too much ooc instead of interactions i tend to steer clear. it’s just not fun or enjoyable to have my dash constantly cluttered by one person constantly posting ooc and/or never actually doing any sort of rping. unless we’ve known each other for a while or i like you enough, i will generally avoid people who do this. i’ve already unfollowed some people for this. ))

9. What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

(( hmmm don’t care for it. i respect if others are exclusive with other partners, be it in terms of only interacting with one of each muse at a time (ie only one Makoto or Haru at a time), exclusive shipping, etc. however, i refuse to be exclusive for the time being. i think it just limits interactions unnecessarily, as well as makes exploration of relationships more difficult/boring. my muse may react differently with two different harus or two different rins, be it friendship-wise or romantically, and i really like to explore how each relationship is formed! ))

13. Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

(( i have actually thought of it and done it at least twice before! it wasn’t bc i hated it or anything tho. it was mainly bc my life got too busy for me to keep it up after some time, or i just lost my muse for a much longer period of time than i initially anticipated. i recently came back again, actually, for the same reason that i came back the other times: i missed rp, finally got some more free time, and i got my muses back! however, my life is getting busy once more so i may eventually have to take another semi-hiatus until i get some more things sorted out ;w; i don’t expect that happening too soon tho ))

#flowerytruth #;outoforca #;ask #(( whew this got long i'm so sorry ))#(( but thanks for the asks !!! ))

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furuba-imagines · 6 years ago

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A Glimmer of Hope [1]

A/N: I shall be posting requests over the weekend. I started writing this story around 2016 (it’s on my quotev and FanFiction.Net) but bc of the rebooted anime I decided to reboot my own story as well the new anime’s honour :3

Word Count: 2706

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sad character past, mentions of family abuse. Crappy format bc it was posted on mobile app. I’ll fix it up later. For now, enjoy!!

Pairing: Eventual Kyo x Oc

Story Notes:

Bold text is Amélie’s thoughts and inner dialogue.

Italicised text is when Amélie is narrating bits of the story like Tohru does in the anime as well as flashbacks (I will let you know what’s a flashback and what’s not though)

ONE - ENCOUNTERS

Amélie smiled to herself as she breathed in the fresh morning air. She marvelled at how beautiful and blue the sky was and how the white fluffy clouds looked as if they were painted in gentle strokes.

'Oooh yeah, that sun feels so warm.'

The sun shone bright, warming up her pale skin, erasing the goose bumps that littered her exposed arms. Turning back to the small black tent that she currently called home, her lip twitched and formed into a forlorn smile as she looked at the photograph sitting atop a folded pile of clothes in a simple brown wooden picture frame. It was a picture of her when she was six, posing with her mum and dad. Everything was so happy and bright back then... but a dark storm washed all that happiness away and she hasn't really felt it since. Despite the accident that befell them happening so long ago, it still got to her. It still haunted her dreams at night and plagued her thoughts during daylight. She wished she could just stop feeling – it would make things so much easier.

With a heavy sigh, Amélie grabbed her school bag and guitar and secured them both around her back and shoulder respectively. She cast one last glance at the picture before zipping up the tent and making sure it was secure, not that she was worried about anyone breaking in. Not many people passed by this area.

'See you guys soon. I love you.'

Even so, she didn't keep her more valuable belongings in the tent, like her piano keyboard. She kept that safely locked up in the school music room. Normally, she'd leave her guitar there too but she wanted to work on the new song she was writing. But she never kept both instruments in the tent at the same time in case something did happen. She didn't want to risk it no matter how small the chance. A part from the picture, her guitar and piano were the only things she had left of her parents. They were both musicians – her mum sang and wrote and her dad played. Music was one of the only things she still found happiness in. She hoped that one day her music would be played across the world for people to enjoy.

Amélie tugged at her uniform, wishing she had a mirror to check herself with. Amélie was never very fond of the girl's uniform so she wore the boy's one instead. She traded in her skirt and blouse for the pants and collared shirt and paired it with her own plain black Doc Martin's. She felt more comfortable in them than the lace up shoes the school provided. The school faculty stopped carding her after the first two weeks she refused to change. She also liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about boys trying to sneak-a-peak up her skirt. The last boy who tried walked away with a swollen cheek, bruised eye and busted lip. She stood by her actions however.

'The little shit deserved it. He had it coming if you ask me.'

Amélie hadn't always lived in a tent. After the death of her parents, her French side of her family were given custody over her but she wouldn't really call them family. The first thing they did was disown her, cast her out and hand her over to the state orphanage as soon as they could. She ended up living there until she was thirteen after her Japanese side of the family finding out about her and adopting her. Amélie would've preferred to stay at the orphanage since they were more of a family than her actual relatives. By the age of sixteen she had endured enough of their abuse and torment and ran away. She ended up staying at both her friends, Uotani and Hanajima's place for a while upon their insistence but the guilt became too much so she lied about having found good accommodation. In reality, she kept moving from hotel to hotel until she was forced to live in the tent she was living in currently. A glamorous life she liked to sarcastically call it, but she was grateful at least that she wasn't living on the sidewalks or under a bridge somewhere.

"Il ya toujours un arc en ciel après la tempéte!" She quoted to herself. There's always a rainbow after a storm. It was something her mother used to quote quite often.

The forest that she walked through she found to be quite calming and beautiful with all the tall trees and lush greenery. With that being said, feeling a little adventurous this morning and wanting to delay school as much as she could, she decided to take a different route. The more she drifted away from her usual path, the more the forest became increasingly unfamiliar until she had no idea where she was going.

"Fuck sakes," She cursed. 'Why would you even try straying from the main path with your horrible sense of direction? I'm such an idiot sometimes.'

However, much to her surprise, something in the peripherals of her vision captured her attention and halting her steps. To her far right, down a hill was a large clearing that lead to a traditional Japanese looking house. Amélie should've known that a forest as beautiful as this one had to have some kind of estate built upon it. With her curiosity piqued to the max, she couldn't help herself and decided to investigate.

‘A little snooping wouldn't hurt anybody.'

"It's called trespassing Amélie and its illegal," she reminded herself but proceeded to ignore her own warning.

Amélie was careful as she made her way down the hill. Hiding behind a bush, she did a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before approaching the house.

'At least they don't have to worry about annoying neighbours. Must be nice to live here.'

Coming up close to the porch, Amélie couldn't help but be drawn to little ornaments sitting on a wooden rack. Upon closer inspection, she recognised them as the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac. She smiled to herself.

"They look so well made and detailed. I wonder how long it took to paint them all..."

"Hello, this is a surprise. We don't get many young girls wondering around these parts."

Amélie bristled at the sudden voice and stumbled backwards, almost falling flat on her ass.

'Shit, shit! You've done fucked up now! Run before he calls the cops on you for trespassing! On second thought... he doesn't look too mad. Just play it cool and maybe you can leave without getting into any trouble.'

"I'm so sorry sir! I was just admiring I swear! I'm not here to cause you any trouble." She barely managed to string her words together without fumbling over them.

The man just chuckled and waved a hand at her. "It's quite alright, no harm done." The man's smile turned pensive. "I just find it hard to imagine that a teenager like yourself would find this place interesting." He mused.

'Oh thank goodness, I'm not in trouble.'

Amélie was quick to shake her head as she knelt in front of the rack, the man following suit. "No, it's a very lovely place. And I especially love these little zodiac ornaments here. Did you make them?" She asked.

"Yes I did. They're a favourite of mine too you could say."

Amélie scanned every rock that had been painted with detail and precision but a frown soon formed on her face when she noticed something missing.

"Of course you left out the cat just like everyone else." She muttered. It was more to herself than to the man in front of her although she realised she must've spoken too loud because of his surprised expression.

"The cat? Oh right, I see. You're referring to the old zodiac folktale." He said in realisation and Amélie nodded.

"I used to get dad to tell me the story sometimes before bed. I've always thought the cat had just as much importance to the story as any of the other animals did. I always felt for him."

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>>>Flashback<<<

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Little Amélie laid in her bed all snuggled and tucked beneath her plush blankets.

"Goodnight princess," Mr. Hoshimi smiled down at his daughter and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. As soon as he stood up to leave though, Amélie grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and tugged on it.

"Wait! Can you tell me that story about the animals again? Pwease?" She pouted, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. The elder man quickly fell for her doe eyes and hopeful smile and found himself smiling along with her.

"Oh wow could I ever say no to that cute face?" he cooed, sitting back down onto the bed.

"A long, long time ago, god decided to invite all of the animals to a glorious banquet. He sent out word for all of them to come to his house the following evening and he told them not to be late.

"Can you name all the animals Amélie?"

Amélie sat up straight and proudly listed all the animals – The dog and the dragon, the rabbit and tiger, the rat and the pig, the cow and horse, the sheep and the rooster, the monkey, the snake... "And my favourite, the cat!" She cheered.

Mr. Hoshimi just laughed and tucked Amélie back underneath the sheets and continued with the story.

"However, when the mischievous rat heard the news, he decided to play a trick on his fellow neighbour – the cat. He told the cat that the party was the day after tomorrow."

Amélie turned her nose up and scowled. "I hate this part," She grumbled with a huff. "The poor kitty cat deserves better..."

"The very next day, all of the animals lined up for the celebrations with the rat leading the way, riding all the way on the back of the cow. Everyone had a wonderful time, except for the foolish cat who missed the whole thing." Mr. Hoshimi finished.

When he looked down at his daughter, he chuckled at her grumpy pout and furrowed brows.

"Amélie honey, why so grumpy?" He asked, but he knew why. She always got mad at the rat for tricking the cat, even though it was only just a story, Amélie had vowed to be the protector of all cats.

"Because the rat was so mean! If I was the cat, I would've kicked the rats butt for being such a... well, a butt!" She exclaimed, balling her hands into tiny fists.

"And if mummy heard you talk like that, she'd have yours."

Amelie giggled sheepishly before a thought popped into her head. "Do you think the cat would like it if I started a year of the cat?!"

Mr. Hoshimi just smiled. "I'm sure he would love that honey."

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>>> End of Flashback <<<

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The kimono wearing man smirked and tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. "Funny, I wonder how he would feel after hearing that story, knowing he has a little fan."

Snapping out of her reverie, she looked at him with a confused tilt of her head. "I'm sorry, who?"

The man shook his head and part of her wondered if she was actually meant to hear what he had said or not.

"Oh nevermind. So, what year were you born in?" He asked, quickly distracting her by changing the subject and Amélie went along with it.

"Year of the Ox," she replied.

The man nodded but Amélie noticed his eyes drift to her uniform. Most people found it odd that she wore the boy's uniform so she was used to it by now. She was about to speak, but he beat her to it.

"I apologise, I don't mean to stare. I've just never seen a girl wear the boy's uniform before. I must say though, you pull it off quite well."

Amélie's cheeks flushed at the compliment. She was the worst when it came to accepting flattery and compliments.

"Thank you."

"You're not from around her are you?" He asked suddenly in a curious tone.

Amélie had been waiting for that question. Something she was often asked about also.

"It's my accent isn't it?" She supplied with a smirk.

'I'm glad it isn't too thick for people to understand me.'

"It is quite nice to listen to. I mean, aside from your pretty fa-"

Whatever the man was going to say next came to an abrupt stop and was replaced with a pained gasp as something landed on his head. It was a schoolbag, just like the one Amélie and most other high school students had.

'Oh shoot, did not expect that.'

"My head!"

"Will you at least try to control yourself?" A new voice sighed.

Amélie's eyes trailed up the person's arm that held the bag until she reached their face and her eyes widen in shock.

'No way, Yuki lives here?! If I get caught with him, that stupid fan club of his won't let me hear the end of it.'

Yuki turned his attention away from the man to Amélie. "Good morning Miss Hoshimi, I'm sorry for my cousin. He's bit of a flirt but's he's harmless. It's best to just ignore him."

"Oh no, it's alright. We were just talking is all; he's good company."

The man, Yuki's cousin, rubbed the sore spot on his head. "What do you have in there? A dictionary or something?"

Yuki barely batted an eyelash at his whining. "Two dictionaries actually," he sighed in exasperation as he slid the schoolbag onto his back, adjusting the straps so it fit comfortably on his shoulders.

Yuki's cousin rubbed his head one last time. "So, you two know each other?" He asked, pointing between the two of them.

"Miss Hoshimi and I are in the same class."

Amélie dipped her head in a respectful bow. "The name's Amélie, pleasure to meet you." She officially greeted.

"Same here. I'm Shigure Sohma and Yuki here is my little cousin." He explained with a friendly smile.

"And what brings you to our house this morning?" Yuki asked in his usual soft and polite voice.

Amélie offered them a nervous smile, rubbing the back of her neck. 'I can't exactly tell them that I live in the middle of the forest. They'll probably laugh at me. I need to think of something good to say and fast!'

"Oh uh, well you know, I live... nearby." She trailed off lamely. It wasn't a complete lie.

'Oh yeah, that's such a good cover up.'

She gulped when she noticed their stunned expressions and wished they would change the subject. She didn't do well under pressure.

"Around here? Really?"

"You do? Where?" Yuki pressed. Amélie was hyperaware of how clammy the palms of her hands were becoming.

'Abort! Abort!'

"I don't mean to be rude but I should probably head to school. I haven't been late in a while and I wanted to keep my record clean this semester."

'As if they cared or needed to know that last bit.'

She bowed to them once again. "It was nice chatting with you. Have a good day." She said in a hurry, quickly turning on her heel and walking away.

'Don't look back. Just keep walking...'

"Miss Hoshimi?" Yuki called out after her.

Amélie sighed inwardly. 'Dammit.'

Putting on a smile, she turned to face him. "Yeah?"

"Since you're here, why don't we walk to school together?" He suggested.

'Say no. It's not worth the wrath of the fan club.'

"Sure, I don't see why not?" She accepted with a forced smile.

The entire walk was done so in an awkward silence as neither Yuki nor Amélie spoke a word or even looked at each other. And to make matters worse, they did eventually run into the Prince Yuki Fan Club, prompting both teens to ignore their chants and poses which only made it all the more awkward until they parted their separated ways.

'I better prepare myself for their onslaught of pathetic questioning.'

Amélie groaned. She could feel the headache coming on already...

#fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket #furuba #kyo sohma #Kyo Sohma x reader #Kyo Sohma imagines #Furuba imagines #Fruits basket imagines #Kyo Sohma x oc

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 5 years ago

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Eyeballs avidly

i cut an entire Blondie-in-a-horse-movie subplot bc it wasn’t as good a vector for terrible puns as I wanted it to be and it wasn’t really doing anything except letting the wives horse around. might pop it back out into its own fic at some point very far in the future. i also meant to 1) finish it 2) put it in a Twine game, which is why the formatting is a specific kind of terrible and 3) submit it for the gay cowboy game jam last month but brain VERY uncooperative so here is actually very many words merry early winter holiday

“I think I’d remember owning a sleipnir.” Courier Six said. [COURIER SIX- FAMOUS-OF-NAME. HERO OF THE SECOND BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM. SAVIOR OF NEW VEGAS. DOUBLE REGICIDE.

The mutant horse, a magnificent seven-legged beast, made a sound like a musical pipe bomb and whirled off to the other end of the corral.

“What’s its name?” her wife asked.[CHRISTINE ROYCE, THE SNIPER WIFE. EX-BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL. TINKERER, SOLDIER, SPY.]

“Uh… ‘TK RANDOM THOROUGHBRED GENERATOR NAMES, 6x’?” she called out hopefully.

The mutant horse did not respond to its name.

“That’s a dumb name.”

“That’s exactly what you would name a slippie.” her other wife said. [VERONICA SANTANGELO, THE MELEE WIFE. CHEERFUL SHORT-RANGE LESBIAN. CHRISTINE’S CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART] “Do you think you remember how to ride?” she asked, cutting off her wife’s protestations.

“That’s the registered name. They all have stable names.” Blondie said, [THE MAN WITH NO NAME- GUNSLINGER, WANDERED IN FROM SOMEWHERE AND NEVER LEFT. WEARS A HIDEOUS GREEN PONCHO AND TWO SNAKE-HANDLED PISTOLS.] accepting a light from Angel [ANGEL EYES- WANDERED DOWN THE RUINED CALIFORNIA COAST AND OVER THE MOUNTAINS AND NEVER LEFT. BUSINESSLIKE IN A THREE PIECE SUIT AND STRING TIE.]��

“The stable name isn’t in the paperwork,” Six said, waving the paperwork at him. Across the paddock, the sleipnir wheezed and snorted and turned on a bottlecap to pace back along the rail.

What’s the horse’s name? “Merciful Platinum,” Six said, reading the paperwork again. “That’s a dumb fuckin’ name.”

“That’s exactly what you would name a slippie.” her other wife said.

“Just take it out of my caravan pens.” Cass begged [TK CASS DESCRIPTION]. “It’s beaten up three Brahmin. Ate an ear right off one.”

“Are we all done giving our opinions about the beast or are we gonna see if I know how to ride?” Six asked.

Because it knew what was good for it, it let Blondie saddle it with a minimum of angry pawing while Six tried to get it to eat maize out of her hand. Six bridled it with a minimum of screeching.

From the top rail of the corral, Six and the beast stared at each other. “Well, here we go,” she said.

Six immediately went flying off, the sleipnir crow-hopping its way back to the other end of the corral, reins trailing.

“I’m good, I’m fine,” she said, waving off her wives, and picked up her hat.

-Six breaks her arm, gets in an Auto-Doc, get back on, breaks it again in the same place, arcade yells at her bc she can’t do that again, something about it leaching calcium from other places in your body to repair the broken place. Well why can’tI just take a whole bunch of calcium now? You are, and a lot over the next two weeks, but your body can’t absorb that much at once says Arcade.

-Six wants to send it back, sees it as a hamfisted assassination attempt by NCR. She really never owned a slippie, NCR wanted to get rid of this beautiful but fractious animal. Very much a white elephant gift. TK how to get concept of white elephant in Fallout language? “Seems a waste,” said Blondie, a little too casually.

“An animal is a tool, like a brain or a gun. Nothing is totally functional in this town, but things must be at least useful.” said Six.

“Sure wish you would use your brain a little more,” muttered one of the wives.

-Six, broken arm in a silk scarf sling, is despondently picking through other things that came in on the caravan with Ambassador Howard- cured meats, box of latest paperbacks. Christine is knitting. Veronica is taking apart a laser pistol.

“Wait, is this supposed to be me?” she asks. She’s holding up a luridly colored paperback- someone who does look a lot like Six is grinning up at the reader, one glinting eye and a scar visible under a dark hat, a small dark woman, one glinting eye and a scar visible under her hat, is smirking up at the reader under the title TK TERRIBLE LESBIAN PULP NOVEL GENERATOR 6x- LUST OF NEW VEGAS- HOW LONG COULD HER LUCK HOLD OUT? FRIENDS OF THE EVENING- TWO HANDS FOR TWO LOVERS?.

Christine lunged for it, held it out of her wife’s reach, opened to a random page, and whooped. “Fuck, we’re in this too. “‘Darling,’ Santana moaned, slipping down to her knees. “I can only pay in kisses.�� ‘But we can pay double,’ Christabelle sighed.”

“CHRISTABELLE,” Six and Veronica whooped as one.

TK ALT?“That’s not a form of payment accepted by the Mojave Express.” Six grumped. “I don’t sound like that!”

“Well, it’s only calumny if we haven’t actually done all the things in here, and so far- Christine consulted the end of the book-”

Six flicked open to a random page and studied it. She pointed out a paragraph. “Have we-?”

Veronica and Christine leaned over.

“Hm..”

“I think I’d remember that.”

Six threw up her hands. “You wanna contact the publisher and tell them their weird not-us porn is inaccurate?”

“I changed my mind. I want a dramatic reading immediately.” Veronica

“There’s no publishing information. You really think anyone in the NCR is bold enough to print lesbian romance novels? And then give them to you?” Christine

“I would put nothing past Ambassador Howard,” Six said gloomily.

-Blondie making friends with horse, general horse girl movie arc TK FIND REDDIT POST, does in fact tame the terrible horse and gets to look very dashing and important on the horse TK RSCH COWBOY DRESSAGE

-Partial backstory reveal- he & Tuco did some Brahmin rustlin’ once upon a time among all the other dumb shit they did

-Angel has a competence kink

-how many bad sex puns can I legally put in one fic?

#ain't that a kick in the head #ty!!!#answered #snippets #thatdeepandlovelydark

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toxoplasmajuice · 6 years ago

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MISYT COLN

M: When’s the last time they talked to their mom?

uhh so spoilers but not really especially since i posted this a while ago emma hyoun is a member of the poststory cast on some level. and 1. i still haven’t started that 2. i still have a lot of planning to do (i do have large chunks in the middle pre-planned out from the old plans, but also a lot of uncharted territory. and little free time.) and 3. continuity limbo because of points 1 and 2. so… i’m not sure exactly when missy last talked to her mom, and even if i knew i’m not sure i should tell you in this format, but it was relatively recently, probably

I: In general, are they organized or messy?

messy. i feel like the reason her & ian’s shared room in the bc house wasn’t so messy was because ian kept it organized

(and because i didn’t clutter it but sh)

S: How do they tell someone they’re sorry?

she puts together thoughtful apologies, but only after a moderate-length period of avoiding whoever she needs to apologize to in order to calm down and self-loathe think about it

(moderate-length meaning anything from a day or two to a month or two, except for the one time it was a few years)

in like 2014 sharwin called her out for rarely being able to apologize without being like “i’m sorry i’m an awful person nobody should have to deal with me i should go die” which is why she 1. doesn’t do that anymore and 2. sometimes spends so long hiding away before actually apologizing

Y: What movie could they watch over and over again?

fuck i dont know movies like at all. uhh. she may have seen 2016 ghostbusters in theaters twice?

T: How quick are they to cry?

usually very quick. she tries to keep her emotions more under wraps nowadays but it never works (bolded for trait relevance not just for emphasis)

side-note: she also cries when she’s very happy or very angry, and is, again, quick to do so

i only got cc tears makeup after i finished collins mmbc

C: If they had to pick one sport to play/watch which would it be?

if she had to pick…

play: she’d probably pick swimming because casual swimming is fun enough, but regret it after the 3rd accidental bellyflop

watch: …football, but for the party aspect way more than the actual watching sports aspect?

O: How much have they changed in the past five years?

it’s not really that she’s changed a lot, but the circumstances she’s been in have brought out parts of her that weren’t always the most prominent

like, there’s an obvious difference between how missy acted before her bc went mm and how she acted after. (ppl who’ve been around since the dawn of sevenleafsimblr & especially those few who followed her ic blog in the pre-bc days might know this better, but even episodes 1 & 2 of collins mmbc kinda show what i mean.) she acted a lot more silly & cheerful before, and… was not so much after

but it’s not like pre-mmbc missy was ALWAYS so peppy. she DEFINITELY had her downswings (and non-downswing serious moments, for that matter). and on the other hand, post-mmbc missy was not and is not ALWAYS so serious. she can be just as much of a goofball as she was before everything went to shit. if anything, how she acted before is a little closer to who she really is, because despite being far from ideal, her life before the bc was definitely a lot less, like, stressful, by virtue of having fewer people drop dead

but it’s not like she hasn’t changed at all, either. because she has, in some ways. like, she’s gotten more responsible & started to act more mature (sometimes) since the fucking world ended–mostly because it’s no longer just herself (who she doesn’t care all that much about) she’s got to look after. also, despite always whining about not having a girlfriend pre-bc, she Was Not Ready to be in a relationship again for the entire time between her breakup with ayele & the start of her bc (& especially when it went wrong)–clearly, that’s changed

L: How often do they post on their social media accounts?

well she deleted all her social media accounts except for tumblr soon after collins mmbc ended. for a while she made occasional text posts but stopped last june (except to make two posts on new years) because

she seems to have better things to do than blog…

she seems to want the media/the mmbc fandom to know nothing about what’s going on in her life right now…

i seem to have made a mistake doing the real-time thing…

though fwiw she does briefly check tumblr about once a month to message lichen

she does keep making twitter accounts to keep up with news though. never as herself, though. for a while she was pretending to be a russian bot (but she couldn’t take herself seriously enough, her likes were full of completely different content than the bullshit she was tweeting/retweeting, and ian told ONE friend of his that the bot was her and the next day she got a fuckton of mmbc fandom weirdos sliding in her dms). right now she’s a fake corporate twitter for this fake image editing software. she set up a website and everything. the “download” button for the free trial is forever broken, as is the button to “purchase” a “license”

N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents?

generally, not particularly?

#Missy Mist Collins #uhhh #suicide /#for the 'i should go die' comment #borderlinedub

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sunjaesol · 6 years ago

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This is about season 2 of Anne with an E, I personally thought the the beginning was alright the middle went more downhill and the the ending was done very well. The whole season felt very off to me and it felt riddled with plot holes in my opinion with Anne being more obnoxious than unintentionally being rude, Gilbert being less like Gilbert?? I’m not sure how to describe that but any way the “a skirt isn’t an invitation” line. And especially the lgbt storyline cole being lgbt would be (1/2)

[these also belong to the same anon] + Realistic but I felt that they were simply doing it more to say we support and include LGBT than to actually write a character as LGBT. Once you figure out that Aunt Jo (1)and Gertrude(2) were together starts the confusing mess of that storyline. In the first season I got the impression that they were just like Anne and Diana best friends who grew old together but I feel this season through it in your face without much context in that one ep. and then Cole(3) openly comes out and next (2/4)Why his sexuality seemed to randomly change and just make him seem to angery bc he was frustrated from being closeted?? Idk and then the billy situation, I felt Cole threw a hint that, that’s why billy is rude and frustrated bc he was not dealing with his sexuality. I’m not sure it just seemed poorly done and unrealistic. It’s 1908 and the lgbt community was shamed and treated unkindly (unrightfully) but still it doesn’t make sense to me that there would be 4 possibly 5 lgbt characters during(4/5)sorry it’s long but yes it didn’t make sense to me for so many openly lgbt characters not only bc the time period but also bc it was only explored for 2 episodes and then was almost forgotten. I felt the characters just understood too quickly. I believe Anne would be understanding and kind but also question it even for a moment bc she is always thinking and this was pretty unheard of. I feel bad analyzing it so much it just didn’t click to me so I was wondering you’re thoughts. Thank you sm:))

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Hi anon, thanks for the long post!Okay, so in my opinion, season 1 was better than season 2, simply because I enjoyed the stylistic format more in s1 than s2. Saying that, I understand why you found s2 a bit weird at times. Some parts were weirdly placed and not perfectly finished, but overall it was great and I forgave the flaws. I hope you can enjoy it more after perhaps a second viewing?

I’ve explained this before, but Gilbert was still Gilbert, at his core, yet he has changed due to being at sea for so long and for losing his father. We simply cannot expect him to act the same like he did before. If you’ve seen Teen Wolf, just think about how much broodier Stiles became after season 3 due to all the mental fuckery he went through. Anne was indeed quite obnoxious at times, and I do wish (like I’ve said before) they’ve made her socially more mature and kept the childish innocence in her imagination. That said, she has grown from season 1 and shows a lot more consideration and empathy. If we get more seasons, we’ll probably see an even more adjusted Anne. Do realise that because of the trauma she’s been through, she’ll do some shit like HAVING to be liked as an effect of being neglected and yearning that love and attention.

Now, “a skirt is not an invitation”, I didn’t like that line either simply because they didn’t delve into it further even though it was a very bold statement. I’m not going in depth about this because I’ve answered this in another ask fully.

It was actually implied that Jo and Gertrude were lovers? N'importe quoi. I do understand your confusion around the whole topic of LGBT in this season. But, it’s not unlikely so many people were like that in that time era, despite it being oppressed. It’s from all ages. What was odd is how it was represented. Although inclusivity is important, they showed it in an odd way as if being different means having a different exterior. (also explained further in different asks) I’m not sure if anyone is officially “out” though, aside from Cole. Jo and Gertrude played it off as best friends living together, and I think the other people at the party are just living the marginalised artist lifestyle, secretly having intimate same sex connections.

Everyone perceives things differently, but I actually didn’t think it was implied Billy was gay? I think it was Cole simply dropping a truth and saying that Billy’s perceptions of life may be distorted due to shitty values and beliefs made by his conservative family. It adds up, since he doesn’t kill the fox in the end, indicating on personal growth. (Definitely excited to see THAT happen in a hopefully season 3!)

I don’t actually think they understand it (the concept of homosexuality) all yet. You don’t have to understand to accept/tolerate. Especially, on Diana’s part. She loves her aunt, whether she understands homosexuality or not.

I think you meant Cole’s personality and not sexuality? I don’t think he was angry at being “closeted”, more so at the world in general. He lives in poverty, has “unmanly” hobbies and gets unrightfully bullied. To his classmates, he never even shows signs of being homosexual. (Unless the depiction of a guy braiding a girl’s hair is seen as gay, but I digress) He’s just the poor outcast, who gets harassed for doing the right thing and the things he loves doing. Him being homosexual had little to do with his outrage.

Anyway, I hope the Charles Dickens long answer was what you were hoping for haha.

#anne shirley #gilbert blythe #josephine barry #jo x gertie #billy andrews #cole mackenzie #anne with an e #awae #ask ophelia

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bokutosbiceps · 7 years ago

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GoM / Womanizer by Britney Spears

Another song imagine, based on certain stanzas from Womanizer by Britney Spears. I couldn’t write a part of Kuroko bc hes such a small precious bean who would never be a womanizer :(

Bold is song lyrics and italics are dialogue...I might change the format soon. This concludes the little pieces of what I’ve written for AO3 as a sample of my writing ;), I might occasionally post others on here if I have an empty inbox

WARNING: light NSFW for Mido’s, Mura’s, and Aomine’s. Under the cut to read more.

KISE

Superstar Where you from? How's it going? I know you got a clue what you're doing You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here, But I know what you are, what you are, baby

Ryouta had been famous for as long as he could remember. Before he was actually publicly famous, his family had always treated him like royalty. He was their golden child, the Kise that would surpass all other members of the Kise family. He had a quick wit, angelic looks, and a charming attitude; Kise could manipulate anyone to do anything.

So it was natural that when Kise would grow up and become more aware of his talents, he'd gain a more public following. Being a model was easy enough for Kise, using his looks and charm to manipulate the viewer into what he was promoting. Soon enough, he had gained a small public following that only grew larger as he got older.

Every school Kise attended would contain a group of girls who would follow him around and watch every single one of his moves. Sometimes, when he was feeling bored or rather unloved, he'd pick one of them out of the group and date her for a while, dumping her when he had regained his confidence or let his ego swell even larger than it was before.

Hi, I'm kind of new around here...would you be able to show me around? You look like a friendly girl. He'd pair this line with an innocent smile, sweeping the unsuspecting girl off her feet.

But there was one time a girl called him out on his act.

Hm, well I know I've seen you around, Kise Ryouta. The girl didn't even look up from her studies and Kise threw his chin up in surprise.

Well, I certainly haven't seen you around, Miss...?

y/n. We've been in the same class since you've arrived at Kaijo. You've tried to pick me up before.

Oh, are you one of my fans? Kise clapped his hands in excitement, his smile growing wider.

Why would I be one of your fans?

Kise slumped in exasperation, wondering if this girl's been living under a rock.

Famous model? One-fifth of Teiko's Generation of Miracles?

Oh, you went to Teiko? So did I! That Aomine Daiki was...quite the eye candy. So cool. A light blush spread across her cheeks as she continued to think about Aomine. Kise cleated his throat, obviously getting upset at this girl's infatuation with his former teammate.

Well, I'm the one who's a model so...you could call me the original eye candy.

The girl turned her head toward him, glancing from his head to his toes. She turned back to her textbook and shrugged. You're alright. Models don't usually have much personality.

What?! I can show you just how much personality I have! Just ask Kasamatsu-senpai. Kise glances at Kasamatsu, shooting him a desperate look. Kasamatsu rolled his eyes and sighed, mumbling that Kise was the ace of the basketball team and that he had plenty of personality to go around.

If you say so. The girl dismissed Kise by turning her back completely to him, picking up her textbook so she could get away from him. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around to face him again.

Go out with me! I'll show you how fun I can be, I promise! Kise held her by her shoulders and stared helplessly into her eyes, pleading with her. She sighed a little before straightening up and moving his hands off her shoulders.

Couldn't hurt... was all she could say before Kise was doing his victory dance.

The next night Kise took y/n out for a night on the town. He showed her all the clubs he could get into using just his face (and sometimes some of that model money), took her to a nice restaurant where he personally knew the chef, and then ended the night with a quiet walk through a small park with a fountain.

He had kept up a steady stream of chatter throughout the entire night, telling her all about himself and how great he was and about how he was so happy with where he was in his life right now. She just listened.

She knew he'd be like this: a self-centered, plastic boy. So when he started to plan their next date, she had to speak up.

Kise, I'm sorry, but there won't be another date. She stopped walking while Kise went on ahead of her.

Hm? He stopped and turned on his heel toward her, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow.

You're just like I said you would be. A barely-there personality.

No! I told you all about myself, I showed you the places I love, the places I've been...

Exactly. It was all about you. A date is supposed to be where two people get to know each other, but I've just been listening to you fall in love with yourself over and over again.

But...c'mon just give me another chance. Kise sauntered closer to her and tilted his head down so his eyes were boring into hers. I'd change...momentarily...for you. He smirked and started to lean in to connect their lips but she pushed him away, a scoff leaving her lips.

Ugh, you're disgusting, Kise! Don't ever approach me at school again! And with that, she stormed off, leaving Kise confused and with a shriveled ego.

It'd only take a few days of crying and wallowing in his self-pity for Kise to be back up on his feet, scouting for the next girl he could pick up and dump without any sort of hassle.

MIDORIMA

Look at you getting more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up Faking like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em I know what you are, what you are, baby

Shintarou was as professional as high-school boys come. He saw himself as a man with dignity, not to be associated with those that surrounded him, except for Takao sometimes. He was the perfect student: straight As, a future with high potential, was never late to class, always came prepared. There was nothing stopping Midorima Shintarou. Except for the fact that he got lonely on occasion. But he'd already solved that problem with a little arrangement he had set up with a girl in his same class.

She was ranked high in Midorima's class, second only to him, much to her dismay, and she'd often partner up with Midorima during group projects so they would both get the job done quickly and efficiently and receive the grade they desired.

On a night that they were both feeling rather lonely, despite working on a project at Midorima's house, Midorima made a proposition.

We're both rather intelligent, aren't we? Midorima stopped typing on his laptop and turned to face her, watching her concentrate as she researched their topic.

Yeah, compared to the rest of our class.

But we're in the top class. And we're the top of the top class. Wouldn't you agree that we are the best at Shutoku?

For second-years, I suppose.

Then we have to stick together, nanodayo. Midorima was always straight-forward, but tonight he couldn't grasp the words he wanted to say. He, a sophisticated man, was about to ask this sophisticated girl to be his friend with benefits.

Midorima, are you asking me out on a date? The girl smiled cheekily at him, making Midorima move his head back in surprise, not letting the blush show on his face.

No, nanodayo. I...look, I think you would be...sufficient for my needs.

What needs are those?

Natural male needs. Midorima pushed his glasses up with his index and middle finger, trying to keep eye contact with her. A small blush spread across her cheeks and she tried to hide behind her laptop screen. Listen, you're the only girl I'd consider offering this to. I'm not ready for a relationship, nor do I have the time, but...I think it would be beneficial to the both of us if we made some sort of...sexual arrangement.

What if I wanted a relationship with you? The girl asked slowly. Midorima let out a sigh and turned back to his laptop.

I thought we could be mature about this, y/n. I already told you I cannot be in a relationship right now.

The girl stared at Midorima's back as he commenced his work on their project. She had caught feelings for the green-haired, superstitious man ever since she first talked to him. His mind was absolutely brilliant. And after seeing him play basketball, she realized how his mind and body worked together in perfect harmony to keep him at the top of his game. He had everything she ever wanted in a man, not to mention his good looks. But she had always suspected that Midorima would never be the type of guy to be in a relationship.

She knew a girl through a friend who had tried to start a relationship with Midorima when he was back at Teiko; they went out to the theater, watching some play that Midorima had always been interested in seeing. However, after that date, he never talked to her again and avoided her at every change he got. When she finally caught him on a lucky day (not lucky for him), she asked why he had dropped her and he said that he had standards and she was far below them.

But here was y/n, having been told by Midorima himself that she was up to his standards, or maybe even above. She took a deep breath and closed her laptop, deciding it was time to retreat for the night.

Well, Shintarou, I want to be taken on a nice date before I consider your proposal. Is that too much to ask? She slipped her laptop into her school bag and shouldered it, getting ready to leave Midorima's room. He looked over his shoulder at her before taking off his glasses and rubbing his face tiredly. He stood up and held the door to his room open for her as he walked her back to his front door, staying quiet the entire way. He was deep in thought.

Once y/n and Midorima were standing outside, facing Midorima as he had closed the door behind him, Midorima let out a shaky breath.

One date, nanodayo. This Saturday, a presumably lucky day for (your sign), we will go to the theater. I will be at your house at six thirty in the evening. Midorima bowed his head before retreating into his house.

The girl turned around, an uncontrollable smile spreading across her face. She would show him that he would have to make time for a relationship with her.

Saturday night had taken its time getting here, and y/n was antsy. She fiddled with the skirt of her dress, wondering if she would look good enough for Midorima. When she opened her front door for him, she could detect a light blush on the bridge of nose, barely hidden by his glasses.

He offered her his hand and a compliment on her appearance, and she received both with a gracious smile, despite her racing heart.

The theater was beautiful and elegant, just as she expected from something Midorima picked out. During the intermission of the play, the two discussed major themes and character development in the story, Midorima marveling at how y/n could interpret a play so easily and with such insight.

After the play, Midorima treated y/n to a late dinner, taking her to one of his favorite restaurants.

When they arrived back at y/n's house, Midorima stood silently as y/n unlocked and opened her front door. She turned tentatively toward him with a small smile on her face.

Would you like to come up? Midorima blushed at the slight suggestiveness in her voice but accepted her offer.

Soon, her dress was coming off and Midorima had y/n pinned back on her bed, his mouth leaving red marks down her neck and chest. He panted heavily, remembering the last and only time he had had sex. His length hardened at the sounds y/n was making and the glint of sweat on her body.

So, I guess you've accepted my proposal?

On one condition, Shintarou. y/n sat up and held the green-haired man's face in her hands. You have to take me out each time. And you have to let me call you my boyfriend.

Midorima sighed, letting his hands trail down her stomach and ghost across her waiting heat. Her body and her mind and her overall perfection were too good to pass up.

Fine. But just know, I won't ever have actual feelings for you, nanodayo.

That's fine. Being with you is enough. And with that Midorima pushed her back onto her bed and kneeled over her to unbuckle his slacks, fold them neatly, and set them over a chair. The girl felt stupid for being fine with being in a fake relationship with Midorima, but this moment, and the moments to come, would make up for it.

AKASHI

Boy, don't try to front I, I know just, just what you are, are, are Boy, don't try to front I, I know just, just what you are, are, are You got me goin' You're, oh, so charmin' But I can do it Womanizer

The Akashi name had always held so much prestige, they were top notch men in business, they were winners. Seijuro was no different, seeing as he was a top notch basketball player, impressive violin player, and an exceptional shogi player.

Despite his distaste for his father, he went above and beyond to impress and appease the man. He received superb grades, was considered one of the best high school basketball players in Japan, and he had great potential to take over the family business when he was of age.

The only thing he was missing, Akashi had realized after losing to Seirin, was a lady. His father had always nagged him about being too focused on his hobbies and talents to ever attract a notable woman.

There was an abundance of girls at Rakuzan to choose from, but none of them had he trait that Akashi was looking for. He needed a woman who held her head high, no matter the situation she was in; he wanted someone with dignity.

There was one girl, y/n, who was almost top of her class, the same year as Akashi, and a talented piano player. In orchestra, he had heard her practice and they'd often collaborate on pieces that required a duet.

Akashi thought she was an attractive, brilliant, and respectable young lady.

So he asked her out, inviting her over to his house to play a piece of music he had composed for her. She thought it was the most romantic thing a man had ever done for her, and she was immediately smitten.

Once Seijuro's father had heard the beautiful piano flowing throughout the mansion, he stopped by to meet the young lady, giving Akashi a silent nod of approval.

Then began the grooming.

Every Saturday night, Akashi would take y/n out for dinner to teach her proper dining manners, trying to make her presentable enough to bring along to dinner meetings that his father would let him attend.

If she did well, making almost no mistakes, Akashi would treat her to sex. He'd show her how to please him properly too. If she pleased him to his extent, he'd give her the best sex of her life.

Monday through Friday, Akashi and y/n would dedicate time to bettering each other. Akashi would play chess with y/n, teaching her the best strategies on surrounding your opponent and capturing their queen.

The girl thought Akashi must truly love her if he spent all this time grooming her and preparing her for the life of a professional's wife.

The night of atonement came quickly for y/n, her hands shaking slightly as she struggled to zip up her gown. Akashi would be there to pick her up any minute and she wasn't even ready.

A knock sounded on her bedroom door before her mother opened it, smiling proudly at her daughter.

Akashi is here early. You look beautiful. Her mother nodded and let Akashi into the room before exiting and closing the door behind her.

I'm sorry...I'm not ready yet. I— Akashi placed his lips over hers to stop her nervous rambling. When he pulled away, a calm smile was settled over his features and his fingers moved to zip up her dress in one swift movement. He leaned his head over her shoulder and placed a chaste kiss to her throat.

Stunning. I can't wait to see you shine at the dinner tonight. This is a big thing, you know. I wouldn't let just any girl accompany me.

I would hope not, I am your girlfriend after all. She giggled nervously and turned to face Akashi, who was already gathering her purse for her.

Anyway, we should get going. If you're not early...

You're late. She finished, earning a nod and proud smile from Akashi. The drive to Akashi's estate was pleasant, a steady stream of chatter about the latest Rakuzan gossip made y/n feel more at ease about being presented officially as Akashi's girlfriend, the product of his affection.

Upon entering the Akashi mansion, her hands started to shake again, not going by unnoticed by Seijuro, offering her his arm. She gratefully accepted and let herself be escorted to the dining hall.

Throughout the business dinner, Seijuro and his father discussed their business' current achievements with their broker, planning to expand the business in the future under Seijuro's lead. In his heart, Seijuro did not want to take over his family's business, he would have liked to continue his hobbies, in either Shogi or violin, and become a pro at one, or possibly both. But young men who turn their backs on their family's legacy were seen as disrespectful and void of any honor, so Seijuro would never voice his dreams out loud.

But y/n would, very innocently.

But, Seijuro, I thought you wanted to be a professional Shogi player, or perhaps a professional musician. Your compositions and playing style are already perfect, you could do anything you—

That's enough, y/n. Seijuro, you and I will be having a talk after dinner. But for now, Akashi's father turned back to the broker, we will continue as planned.

She glanced at Seijuro with a confused glint in her eyes which was quickly replaced by fear. She had realized her mistake: she spoke up without permission, and embarrassed her man. It's embarrassing enough to speak out at a meeting that you aren't even a participant in, but to expose a participant of the meeting to his boss and father—that was obscene.

Dinner ended abruptly after that, since Seijuro's father's mood had been ruined. Akashi walked her out to the car in silence, nodding at the driver who opened the door for her. He stood and stared at her as she scooted over in the backseat to make room for him.

You made a grave mistake. After all these months of grooming you, teaching you how be a part of this family, you messed up. It's a mistake that is irreversible, however, and I'm afraid it cannot go unnoticed. You embarrassed me in front of my father, my boss, and have no doubt placed an air of dishonor upon my head. Akashi's voice was unusually frigid and his eyes, which once held such pride for her, were now glaring down at her.

Seijuro, I'm—

In order to clear my name, we can no longer be in a romantic relationship. Our times together will be cherished, but hidden away in the darkest part of my heart. Akashi turned to the driver and ordered him to drop her off at her house and make sure she got inside safely, he then turned back to y/n and gave her a slight bow. What could have been.

(a/n: I’m sooo sorry if this is super OOC.)

AOMINE

Daddy-O You got the swagger of a champion Too bad for you You just can't find the right companion I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard It could be easy, who you are That's just who you are, baby

Daiki was always one for gullible girls with big boobs. The fact that he was an athlete, and a pretty famous one at that, made it even easier for Aomine to fool the girls that he had targeted.

Sure, he'd like to try being in love some day, and have someone he actually enjoyed being around, but playing with these girls' hearts had become a hobby for him. It was just too easy. And too fun.

He'd always start by asking her, or telling her, rather, to come to one of his games. This was the first step to make the victim fall completely in love with him. He wanted to show them how cool he really was, even though she already thought he was the coolest.

After the game, Aomine would avoid her for a little while, making her miss him and want to see him. He knew the girls would usually text him and ask where he was a numerous amount of times.

He'd let it go to three texts before he answered, telling her to meet him in Tōō's locker room. The girls would usually scurry right to the locker room, and upon sight of him, she'd gush about how well he played and how cool it was that he was the ace.

He'd let her go on and on until he got impatient, then he'd coax her against a wall or the lockers, whichever one the girl of interest was standing closest to, and seal the deal with a kiss.

Now his prey was totally caught in his web and all he had to do was devour her.

A rough kiss with the girl's back against the wall/lockers never failed to turn her knees into jelly and her mind into mush. After that, sleeping with him was an absolute must. She would just crave Aomine's touch, the wandering of mocking hands all over her body mingled with the whispers of feigned infatuation.

Then he'd drop them as fast he picked them up. He'd always have an excuse ready.

Sorry, I just need some time to think about our relationship.

Sorry, I don't think I could give you the kind of treatment you deserve.

Sorry, I'm moving out of the country soon.

Sorry, I've realized that I still love my ex.

Or when none of his usual excuses work and the girl presses for a second date. He'd just be rather blunt.

I just used you for sex, idiot.

But Aomine's current target made him suffer far greater than the girls in his ledger, and made him get what he'd deserved.

She was strong, absolutely gorgeous, smart, and stubborn as hell.

The first sign that lead Aomine to realize he'd have difficulty trapping her was that she refused to see him play unless he paid for her ticket. He gave in, completely lulled by her dominance and assertiveness.

Next, after the game, she had only texted him once, and that was to say something Aomine had never seen before.

Great game. You played exceptionally! It's getting late, so I'm going to catch a cab home. See you at school?

Upon reading the text, Aomine has quickly dismissed himself from the post-game round up and made his way to the exit of the arena. He searched frantically for the girl, but it seemed as if she was already gone.

He texted back: Thanks, I get that a lot. I wish you would've stayed so we could've done something together!

She didn't reply until about thirty minutes later: Yeah, no. It's a school night, Aomine-kun. Goodnight!

Aomine stared at his phone with wide eyes and exasperation. His eye twitched in irritation. Who the hell did she think she was, just leaving him alone like this?

Aomine had always had his way with girls up until this point, so he decided to engage in this chase that his new target was putting up. He'd always liked a challenge.

I agree, I'll see you at school tomorrow. He smirked and put his phone away. Little did he know, he was getting caught up in her own web, thus starting the long stretch of time that Aomine would actually attend his classes.

The next morning, Aomine had planned on avoiding her until she walked up to him, which backfired, because she hadn't even so much as cast a glance in his direction or sent him a text since the night before.

At lunch, he found her in the cafeteria, sitting with her friends, one of them being a previous target of Aomine's.

Hey, I thought you said we'd see each other at school today? Aomine stalked up to her lunch table and placed his fists against the metal tabletop.

I'm surprised you're actually at school, Aomine-kun. She popped a piece of sushi into her mouth, not even gracing him with a flutter of her eyes. He felt himself getting more irritated, but kept his cool, knowing he had to keep up his "good guy" facade.

The rest of the girls at the table cast confused glances at one another when they saw their friend and Aomine interact. Aomine huffed and placed his hands into his pockets, tilting his head in a farewell gesture. She returned the gesture and continued to eat.

Ew, I hope you're just friends with that one! I hooked up with him once and then when I asked if he was looking for something more, he told me he was gay! Chuckles and giggles were heard from around the table, earning a frown from Aomine's previous target. (a/n: I am in no way trying to be offensive to the LGBT community, it’s just for the purpose of the story)

His current target just shrugged and mumbled something about it being interesting that Aomine had claimed he was gay. The thing about her was, she had known about Aomine's escapades with girls from all over the Tōō.

She planned on making him take her out on proper dates, treating her how a man should treat a lady, before she let him have her. If she let him have her at all.

Later that day, she invited him over to her home to do homework and maybe watch a movie or two after. Aomine accepted, ecstatic that he was finally getting down to business with her.

However, his excitement quickly turned into annoyance as his advances were avoided and his hands swatted away throughout the night. During the movie, Aomine had tried to kiss her twice, but she had coughed right in his face, claiming she might be developing something and warning him to keep his distance.

She had sent him home after the first movie, much to Aomine's agony. She had proved to be more difficult than he had realized. But he wasn't going to give up; the best part of some relationships where the chase.

Over the next few weeks, Aomine would go on more dates with her, taking her out to places that he often went to by himself, taking her to his house, she even met his parents once, and after that, it was too late when he realized he had grown closer to her. She had become a good friend, and Aomine genuinely enjoyed her company. But he hadn't forgotten his original goal.

It was the night that was almost a month after Aomine had invited her out to his basketball game that she made advances on him. She would be sitting on the couch at his house after a night of just hanging out, when her hand would lightly touch his thigh and slowly travel upward.

Aomine's heart rate sped up as he realized he was finally getting what he wanted.

Kiss me. She had demanded. Aomine instantly obeyed, capturing her lips in his and letting himself unleash onto her. His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her onto his lap, trying to grind up onto her as he intensified the kiss.

His hands quickly tore off the blouse she was wearing and moved to push her skirt up. She indulged him with little moans and tugs on his hair, knowing full well what she was getting herself into.

After things had escalated further and moved to Aomine's bedroom, it was then that Aomine realized that he didn't just want a hook up with her. He'd like to continue being her friend, or maybe even her boyfriend.

As he reached his high, surrounded by heightened levels of euphoria from having sex with someone he had an emotional connection to, he decided he'd ask her to be his once they were both finished.

Aomine was sprawled out on his bed, a goofy smile spread across his face. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, and was interrupted by a buzz from her phone. She checked the notification and stood up abruptly, dressing herself and slinging her bag over her shoulder. Aomine sat up, alert to know where she was going.

Sorry, I have to go. My girlfriend is probably worried sick that I haven't come home yet. And with that, she had walked out of his house and right out of his life.

Aomine felt absolutely humiliated, but also exhilarated.

Someone had beaten him at his own game, and he kinda liked it.

MURASAKIBARA

Lollipop Must mistake me, you're a sucker To think that I would be a victim not another Say it, play it how you wanna But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby

Atsushi literally never put any effort into anything if he didn't have to. If he somehow managed to get really fired up or excited about something, like basketball or food, Atsushi would pour his heart and soul into t.

Relationships, however, were not one of the few things that interested him.

To him, people were tiring, bothersome, and required too much work. Himuro and the rest of his basketball team were basically forced into a friendship with him since they saw each other almost every day. It was bound to happen since Himuro and Atsushi shared a dorm at Yosen. Any other person who encountered Atsushi would encounter an indifferent, blunt, seemingly rude giant.

He considered a Himuro his best friend because of the way he'd do almost everything for him, save for schoolwork. The cooking, when the two of them were short on money for takeout, was done by Himuro, the cleaning of their dorm was done by Himuro, and it was also Himuro's job to wake Atsushi up and remind him of things he needed to do throughout the day. Atsushi didn't ask Himuro to do this, but he grew accustomed to having someone do everything for him since his mom had basically raised him that way. As long as Atsushi kept his grades up and acted as a polite citizen, he would gain no trouble.

However, Atsushi knew there were things that Himuro couldn't do for him. Sometimes he got lonely, and wanted company from people that weren't his teammates. Sometimes he craved a woman's touch the feeling of skin on skin as he satisfied his primal desires.

In all honesty, Atsushi was just horny.

Thus began his so-called rampage through his entire class at Yosen High. Even the teachers knew about it. And seeing as Yosen was supposedly a Christian school, Murasakibara was quickly dubbed the "bad boy" of Yosen.

The first girl he approached with the offer of good sex and (maybe) some food could not accept quickly enough. Atsushi was almost surprised at the girl's eagerness to get in bed with him, but after learning from her that his athletic build and laid-back demeanor was an eye-catcher for girls all over Yosen, he decided to take advantage of it.

He wouldn't completely fuck and dump the girls. He'd make sure to get as much out of having a "girlfriend" as he possibly could. He'd receive a myriad of free snacks, free tutoring sessions (for when he actually did his homework), and sex whenever he wanted.

The girls saw him as a big baby, and Atsushi quickly realized that women loved to take care of a helpless man, or try to fix them. But when the girls realized that Atsushi did not want or need to be fixed, they'd baby him just like he wanted. Then, in order to get them off his back, he'd become purposely unbearable, driving the girl away.

But now, Murasakibara was running low on his supply of girls, most of the girls in his class he'd already been with, and he was too lazy to put in the effort to woo an older girl. There was one girl, though, Himuro's precious best friend, who saw right through Atsushi's games. She was an attractive one, just tall enough to be taller than most girls in her class, intelligent, but not a total stick in the mud.

Atsushi liked to hang out with her when Himuro wasn't around, sitting silently beside her as she rambled about how much she hated classes or while she watched her favorite show. She seemed to always be in their apartment, waiting on Himuro, or someone, to keep her company.

Aren't you tired of being lonely, y/n? Atsushi pressed, following her to her locker and blocking her from opening it when they arrived. He popped a potato chip into his mouth and threw down a smug look at her.

I don't just have you and Himuro to keep me company, Atsu. You know I have friends, right? She sighed and Atsushi let himself be pushed aside by her.

Yeah, but don't you ever think about getting a boyfriend? Atsushi mumbled through a mouthful of more chips. She sighed again.

If this another one of your poor attempts to get me to sleep with you and cater to your every need, then give it up. She turned to face him with a smirk on her face. She wagged a finger in his face, causing him to blink. Never gonna happen, Atsu.

C'mon. Just once. I'm getting kind of bored. It wouldn't ruin our friendship, I promise. Atsushi broke out into his usual whiny voice, leading the way back to his dorm. His temper after classes was quite short, and he could feel himself growing more annoyed with each demeaning glance from y/n.

Then call up that last girl you were with, I'm sure she'd like to see you again.

Ugh, I see her everyday. She still tries to talk to me. I guess she thinks we still have something...maybe you and I could pretend to be together so she'll back off?

Hm, Atsu, you're being quite clever right now. I might just agree with you. She watched as Atsushi unlocked the door to his and Himuro's dorm and closed the door behind them. He faced her, a small glimmer of hope shining in his half-lidded eyes.

Really?

No. y/n laughed in his face and went to set her bag down on the couch when Atsushi decided he'd had enough of her difficult attitude. He came up behind her, letting himself run into her so she'd fall face-first onto the couch. He bent down to breathe against her ear and run his fingers along her jawline. She sat up abruptly and gave Atsushi a puzzled look before he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face centimeters away from his.

Just one kiss. And then I'll stop if you still don't want to. Atsushi said lowly, his eyes engaging in an intense stare-down with hers. Her mind was warning her what a bad idea it was to start this kind of relationship with Atsushi, but her heart and body sang a totally different tune. She pushed her lips onto his and threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him onto the couch with her.

She could feel him smile into the kiss as he deepened it, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth and dominating her own. Just before he was about to suffocate her, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed away, taking deep breaths to try and regain her composure.

Atsushi's face was contorted in what could only be pride and pleasure, thinking that he had for sure just gotten y/n halfway under his sheets with him.

Anyway, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and straightened her uniform, I thought about it and my answer remains the same. She rested back on the couch, grabbing the remote. Now, let's watch some TV.

Atsushi just stared at the girl before him, completely confused at her actions and reactions. He finally realized now why he couldn't have her, she knew him too well and they were too much alike. A romantic, or sexual, relationship between the two of them would be disastrous.

So he just shrugged, walked to the kitchen to grab some snacks for the both of them, and plopped back down onto the couch beside her. He could never reel her in, no matter how many times he put out the bait.

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