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I made a playlist of things Kimiko probably listens to when she studies.
I wish I wasn’t so fucked up so I could love you right.
(via theartofateardrop)
@sewstorm
♥ ✧*:・゚✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ “What are you working on, there?”
scoringpitches:
Sure, the stare was a little strange, but Leon smiled when the eye contact lasted longer than a glance. He offered a wave, assuming he must know her already, or maybe she was just a fan. The attention was always welcome.
“What, me? Nah, I don’t look like anybody but me.” The stare felt like a chip of ice dropped down his back. Something was a little off about her, but he paid it no mind, simply happy to be admired. “If I remind you of anyone, they’re the one that ripped off my look, not the other way ‘round. I’ve got some pretty dedicated fans, y’know!”
♥ ✧*:・゚✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ “Fans?” The stare she’d been digging into him refused to let up, not even for a single blink. If he had fans, then he must have been somewhat of a big deal. Something seemed strangely familiar about him, despite the obvious and rather uncanny aesthetic relation to a certain crush of hers. Like she’d seen him before, somewhere.
“I wonder what the probability of it being a sheer coincidence is, over the probability that he might actually be one of your fans. –But candidly, that’s almost utterly implausible; my darling doesn’t need to model himself after anybody. He’s simply the best.”
Anguish gal:
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“What?” Something like that had taken even her by surprise. Instinctively, she pulled her head back, staring at him with some sort of semi-stunned expression on her face. He was okay with her staying? Wasn’t he literally just telling her to fuck off? She pulled away completely, stepping back until she was stumbling over the bag she’d placed on the ground. Somehow she regained her composure, but her eyes were wide, and her chest was hurting. This was weird. “No, I have to– I have to go. Immediately.”
Good riddance. When they parted, the first thing he did was pick up the spreadsheets off the floor and turn around so he didn’t have to make eye contact with her again. He sorted through the papers, trying to ignore how flustered he felt. Suppressing anything that had just happened completely.
“Yeah, I had t’ go too, anyway.”
Thank fuck. What was he going to do if she actually wanted to stay and bug him more? He took out his lighter and started playing with it, even in the building, to show Kimiko that he wanted to deal with anything but her right now.
“…Fuckin’ bye.”
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its called fuck marry KILL. u just killed masaru C:
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This rain represents the tears in her soul.
fuck/marry/kill: masaru, nagisa, kotoko :)
♥ ✧*:・゚✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ “You mean ‘fuck, marry, KISS.’ Masaru. Masaru. Masaru.”
I LOST MYSELF IN MAKE-BELIEVE.
YOU CAN’T BREAK ME.
{ ind. post-DR:AE oc – penned by GRACE. smoking & abuse content warnings. }
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“What?” Something like that had taken even her by surprise. Instinctively, she pulled her head back, staring at him with some sort of semi-stunned expression on her face. He was okay with her staying? Wasn’t he literally just telling her to fuck off? She pulled away completely, stepping back until she was stumbling over the bag she’d placed on the ground. Somehow she regained her composure, but her eyes were wide, and her chest was hurting. This was weird. “No, I have to-- I have to go. Immediately.”
Misery boy:
“No harm, no foul.”
It was kind of hard to process all of the thoughts in his head going on at once. How to get away from her as soon as humanly possible, and how he had just willingly kissed her. It was hard to think with the pulse of his heart ringing in his ear, and the distracting heat that flushed his cheeks.
It… Wasn’t a bad feeling, though. It made him feel like somebody wanted him. And her kisses were so sweet and soft, granted her coat of flavored lip gloss. This side of her was much more welcoming, and a lot less draining than the side of her that just stared at him, unblinking.
He almost didn’t want her to actually leave. Almost. He still only really kissed her for her to leave him alone, and his motives were unchanging.
“Like ye said, it was jus’ a friendly kiss… Between friends. I’m totally willin’ to stop, though.”
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“I...” Did she want to stop? It was getting a bit too meaningful for her. Especially since neither of them were parting distance and were talking onto each other’s lips. “Am I not a good kisser?” Where did that question even come from? She’d told herself not two seconds ago that she’d stop it. But her body wasn’t moving. Maybe she just didn’t want to stop it, enough. “I’m... sorry...” Kimiko closed her eyes, pulling her hand from his, finally, and instead slinging both arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. Emotionally tight. “I’ll leave if you really want me to. I’m sorry. You don’t ever have to talk to me again or anything.”
'I have to leave this fandom right now. Immediately.’
Friends? Is that what you would call… this? Friends? He didn’t know exactly how to describe how he felt about Kimiko… Was it a friendship? It definitely wasn’t love. Though, how could he tell? He’s never really even felt love before. Maybe that was that strange feeling he got when he kissed her? Probably not. Love required effort – and it required for him to actually care about Kimiko.
Well, no, that was wrong. He didn’t not care for her – but it was safe to say you couldn’t truly care about someone who drained the emotion out of you so easily like you’d care about a family member. It wasn’t that strong of a caring. One that could be classified as ‘love’.
“Try it, huh?”
Was that what would get her to leave him alone? Fine. He only had to dip his head a little to pull them back into a kiss… But now he was the one insinuating it. Was this the same girl he had punched? Slapped? Yelled at? Oh well. Their kisses were nice. He couldn’t stop to think – he was exhausted and wanted her gone. If this is what it took, he didn’t care.
♥ ✧*:・゚✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・ “...” Whatever this was it was uncomfortably... sweet, save from the taste of his tongue and the bitterness that came with every kiss. Still, it was the kind of thing that lingered so horribly she actually felt good. Nobody had kissed her this willingly before. Her hand slid forward, trailing off into the space behind him as her arm pulled up to rest on his shoulder. The fingers of her opposing hand were still entwined with his own. It was strangely romantic for just an intimate situation between friends. Which was why Kimiko cut it short after noting that her heart was beating too fast for this to be tame. Her lips pursed, but she didn’t move back too far. In fact, she barely parted with him at all. Her face felt hot. “I’m sorry.”