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satoshy12 · 2 months
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Jazz, are you drooling?
Jazz class was in Gotham. It was just a short trip as the alien invasion happened.
One of the heroes in a good suit was beating up the parademos.
A Classmate looked at Jazz:" Jazz are you drooling?  "
Jazz swiftly whipped her mouth:" No, I just like his guns!"
Classmate: "At least not as bad as her ex."
Yeah. An ex-crime boss is better for Jazz than Johnny. Foe them.
Jazz learned she was a Fenton.
Violence is sexy.
And this man knows how to make it nice.
+ Jason had no idea as the red head walked to him. And she gave him her number.
"Feel free to call me… And don't forget your guns."
Well, this was the first.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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My classmates and I were escaping from a drug cartel chasing us on a bridge in their black car, but we got under the bridge and they drove past us. My friend was playing golf the entire chase.
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incognitopolls · 10 days
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Super random but it’s a connection anon has made between 2 guys (in different places) that they've known. Both super duper similar both wore a lot of bright pink and anon is curious!
We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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mojinchiimanga · 2 months
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kusakabeslemonsoda · 10 months
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It’s pride month!!!! 💕🏳️‍🌈
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A Familiar Face
Literally so fun to write this. I think it’s so cute. Also a rushed ending so sorry about that. and possibly mitsuya being a little OOC sorryyyyy.
Summary: (Y/N), being the quiet girl in class, never expected to meet the popular boy from school on her way home, in a…not so handsome way. And well, she didn’t expect to drag him home so she could care for his injuries either.
Relationship: Takashi Mitsuya x Female Reader
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Warnings: Fight aftermath, blood, bruises, slight scarring, hurt/comfort, care, fluff :), injury care
Random Prompt used: She barely recognized him for the bruises when he lifted his head.
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It was bad. She could hear it. Just around the corner, hidden in an alleyway, is a middle school fight she knew she shouldn’t be involved in. But when she peaked around the corner, she saw a familiar face she couldn’t miss. 
Now, (Y/N) has never been through a situation like this before. So, of course, she backed away so the big high schoolers wouldn’t see her. And, to her dismay, her heart was set on helping the poor guy.
“I’d never forgive myself if I just walked by…” (Y/N) whispered to herself, flinching at every pained grunt her classmate made from the alleyway. Somehow, the sounds of punches and kicking, high school boys laughing maniacally, and the victim crying out in pain are the only sounds to be heard on the street. Was no one else hearing this? She could see adults walking on the other side of the street, minding their own business.
(Y/N) was taught not to mettle into others' business. But somehow, this situation didn’t call for that particular rule. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) cups her hands around her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Police! They’re over here! Beating on some kid!”
The high school boys poke their heads out one by one, cursing at such a false predicament. Not that they knew it was false news. (Y/N) pushed herself against the wall as close as she could, trying to avoid catching their eyesight. Luckily, the boys ran away in fear, leaving the victim left on the dirty alleyway ground.
(Y/N) ran up to the alleyway, checking on the boy who lay beaten on the ground, but her eyes glanced back up at the retreating boys. “Holy shit…they actually believed it?”
Shaking her head, she jogs up to her classmate, softly calling out to see if he is still alive. She could see the blood soaking through his white school uniform; the black outer layer was thrown somewhere further down the alleyway. 
“H-Hey…Mitsuya…? Please tell me you’re awake.” She was too scared to touch him, thinking it’d hurt him somehow.
Surprisingly, she barely recognized him for the bruises when he lifted his head. She gasped in horror at the purple, blue, and green splotches of color covering his face. It was so swollen she could feel her own face aching just by looking at him. 
“It's…you…” He mumbles out.
“I-I’m so sorry, but we need to get you up, okay?” She had to admit, being so close to him was like a dream come true. She had always dreamed of talking to him again since she last spoke to him at the beginning of the year with a school project. Every girl in school loved his caring personality and the joy of creating clothes and other craft materials. From what she was told, he was so easy to talk to. 
(Y/N) was the quiet girl in class. When she wanted to talk to someone, it was very difficult for her to fulfill that task, much less to a boy. She would get nervous and feel embarrassed that she’d say something wrong. Now that she’s thinking about it, she’s starting to feel that embarrassment in her system from her struggle to pick him up.
Finally, after a few long minutes, she gets him as comfortable as he can be against her side, holding him up by holding his waist with one arm and holding his arm on her shoulders with the other. With a tired grunt, (Y/N) makes her way down the street. 
He’s so close! She couldn’t help but blush at him being so close to her, not that he wanted to. Shaking her head, (Y/N) focuses back on the problem at hand.
“I hope it’s okay, but my house is just down the block. I can clean your wounds there,” she says softly.
The silver-haired boy nods slowly. “You’re…(Y/N), right? Why did you,” a painful cough from his injured body interrupts his words, “...help me?” He finishes.
(Y/N) paused for a second, thinking about this whole situation. Why was she helping him? “I told myself earlier that I'd never forgive myself if I just walked by, leaving you be. I mean…you could have died.”
Thinking back to his words, something catches her attention, “Wait…you remember me?”
A small crooked smile graces his lips, “I’m pretty good at remembering faces. You always sit in the corner of the class, alone.”
She chuckles nervously, “H-how embarrassing…”
Soon, the duo makes it to her home, and she carefully sets him on the sofa. She set his uniform jacket on the edge, close to him, so that he wouldn’t forget it. (Y/N) quickly got to work by grabbing the first aid and sitting close to him to reach the cuts on his face.
Your beautiful face is all messed up… she says silently to herself.
“You think I have a beautiful face?”
(Y/N) froze, seeing that she didn’t say it silently like she thought she did. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t-” She immediately looks away, pulling the alcohol-soaked cotton swab away from his face.
He chuckles a little, coughing a bit from the pain. “It’s okay…it sounds nice.”
Returning to her first aid, she wonders, “Why were they…hurting you? If you don’t mind me asking…”
Takashi took his time thinking about the answer, humming in thought. “I’m in a gang. Those guys were from another gang that hates my gang.”
“Oh…I wouldn’t have guessed you were in a gang. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
She hears his angelic laugh once more, making her smile. “Don’t worry about it. Our gang is well known.”
Once she was finished, she cleaned up her small station of injury cleaning products. “Alright, I’m done. You look a lot better.”
“Do I have my beautiful face back?”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, Takashi joining in. “Yes, it’s back.”
Takashi carefully stands up, putting his jacket on with the help of (Y/N). “(Y/N),” he calls her name, surprising her a bit, “Thank you…for helping me.”
She nervously holds the door open, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, “O-of course! Um…if you need anything…I’ll be happy to help.”
He smiles at her, gently patting her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
(Y/N) has never felt such excitement with words. He was going to see her tomorrow? She held back her screech of happiness when she shut the door. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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pluralprompts · 3 months
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Prompt #1,236
In an effort to prove magic is real to a skeptical classmate, Person A casts a spell to reveal the skeptic's inner self/true form. Only... the spell hits the wrong person. In order to make up for their mistake, Person A spends the duration of the spell tagging along with System B, who are now shapeshifting every time they switch to match the look of each fronting headmate.
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glasspunkart · 1 year
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Rewatched them ❤️
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aasthaa30 · 4 months
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dilfiesz · 11 months
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your past and mine are parallel lines ☆☆
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yeorin08 · 25 days
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why is it always the blonde x dark haired guy troop to make me forget life and invest it on them and obsess over it
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darya-bell · 7 months
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☀️💛
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nearlycassidy · 6 months
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fulfilled my dream of a few years now of getting this boy tattooed on me forever. 💛
absolutely over the moon. tattoo done by the amazing michela ackerman at sadfam in orlando!
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mojinchiimanga · 2 months
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dailyfigures · 1 year
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Kusakabe Hikaru & Sajou Rihito ; Classmates ☆ FREEing
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anime-of-the-day · 10 months
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Anime of the day Pride Month: Doukyuusei
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Alt title: Classmates
Released: 2016
This is an adorable anime about Kusakabe and Sajou. Kusakabe is a carefree member of a rock band. On the contrary Sajou is very straight-laced and studious. They are both forced to be part of the school's summer chorus festival. So when Kusakabe finds Sajou practicing his singing Kusakabe just can’t seem to not be interested. Despite being quite different the two begin developing a close friendship. Plus the art style is unique and eye-catching.
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