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sugawhaaa · 5 months

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☆----------CHIFUYU FANFIC

☆--------------PERVER PT.2

☆---------------------------phone call

GENRE:: SCHOOL ERA, ENEMIES TO LOVERS (if you squint)

A/N:: remember when I said that I thought my gf was mad at me? Well she wasn't BUT she did break up with me 2 days ago....so....

WARNINGS:: VULGAR LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF RAPE AND SA (NOT THE BOYS OFC)

TAGS:: @main-character0

It had been three days since the incident happened with Baji and Chifuyu and since then they haven't been at school. That was until today in science. A group project had been assigned and you were partnered with Baji and Chifuyu. Of course Chifuyu tried to do some work on the project but Baji wouldn't let him. Drawing smiley faces and weird doodles.

"Baji, do you think you could help a bit maybe?" Chifuyu sighed as he wrote down some notes. You were planning the poster and drawing sections in your own little world. "We're going to have to work on this after school but I'm afraid my house won't work," Chifuyu spoke in the loud room. You thought for a moment and remembered what Baji had said "That Chifuyu’s parents aren't present in his life!"

"We can go to my house," Baji chimned in. "My moms super chill and my dad is out of the country right now so it'll be nice, quiet, and calm," He smiled as he reassured Chifuyu.

"Does that work for you?" Chifuyu asked you. You nodded.

"It'll probably be fine but I'll text my mom just yo be sure," you pulled out your phone and texted your mom. She replied to you a little while later and told you to be safe but other than that you were free to go. Baji and Chifuyu told you to meet them by the picnic table out back.

After school you met up with the two of them and you walked with them to Bajis house. You felt a little awkward but the other two didn't seem to mind you being there at all and proceeded to include you in their antics. You eventually arrived at Bajis house and you all had some peyoung together before getting started on the project. It ended up being extremely fun, you started getting a warm fuzzy feeling of happiness when around them. Midway through working Baji got a call. Before answering he showed it to Chifuyu and Chifuyu nodded. Baji answered the phone.

"Yo," he said into the mic. There was muffled talking over the other end. "Right now?" He spoke again. "Shit, alright well I got Chifuyu with me right now. We'll be over as soon as possible," Baji said in a serious tone. Chifuyu patted Bajis back with a big smirk.

"Let's go,"

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"What!?" Baji and Chifuyu said they'd be kicking you out and you could walk home. You said your goodbyes and they walked off but you didn't. You were going to follow them. Not all the way to wherever they were going and you wouldn't be a creep about it, it was just suspicious. And you were curious. Nothing serious. You watched them for a while and they went back inside the house. Shortly after they came out in Tokyo manji gangs outfits and Baji had no glasses on and his hair down. He looked like a whole man. He turned to your general direction with a frown, his sharp cat-like eyes cutting through the evening air.

"What's up?" Chifuyu asked as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing, just thought I heard a bike," he said in a raspy and deep voice. Very different from his nerd tone. They were so different in every way imaginable, voice, visuals, attitude, aura everything. Worst of all, they were wearing TOMAN outfits. Toman. You started to second guess following them but you checked your watch to see it was 5:33 and you told your mom you'd be home by 6 to 6:30 so why not follow them. Chifuyu started walking to the right before realizing Baji wasn't following.

"Aye, what about our bikes?" Chifuyu spoke sternly.

"The fights near us, it'll take us at most 15 minutes," Baji said as he walked steadily down the sidewalk. You followed behind them not too closely before feeling something grab your hair and a hand go over your mouth. You tried to scream but nothing came out. Everything went black.

When you awoke you were in a dim lit room tied to a chair, the stench of cigarettes and weed burned your nose. A man with long hair sat on a table, another with a buzz cut leaned against the wall on the opposite side with a baseball bat. The long haired one glanced at you before turning to the other man.

"She's awake," he said with a tilt of his head. The one with the bat looked at you before standing up.

"Why did we even kidnap her in the damn first place," he growled as he grabbed the head of the chair and pulled you close. Fear coursed through your body. You were kidnapped and you still didn't know why or what they were gonna do to you.

"She was suspicious and an easy target," the other man explained as he stood next to the other. They argued for a while about what to do with you and what the best option was. That was until the one with a bat commented.

"Why don't we pleasure ourselves with her? She looks young so she's probably a virgin," your jaw dropped and you shook your head intensely as if they would listen.

"That would mean we'd have to untie her," the other rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his hip. "And what if you get her pregnant?"

The other shook his head and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Trust me this isn't my first go at this. She won't need to be untied, they don't fight as much when they're tied," he stated as he started undoing his belt. The other rolled his eyes but still watched. The man then took off his pants and went to take off your skirt. You fought back but you weren't strong enough for two men. It was only when they got your panties off you started seriously panicking. Tears streamed down your face when a loud thud was heard at the door. The man in front of you grumbled and told the other guy to answer the door. The man's hands touched your bare skin and you jumped away from his hands. He slapped you hard at your "disobedience"

The door was kicked to the floor with Baji standing behind it with his foot up, chifuyu behind him, and two other blond men. You yelled in joy but they couldn't hear you over the tape. The man in front of you joined the other to start fighting but Baji and one of the other blond boys fought back. Chifuyu attended to you.

"Y/N! Why are you here, what happened?" He said as he bent down to your level and untied you. After freeing your arms he undid the tape on your lips, red marks on your face from the tape. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your waist to cover your exposed body. He stroked your face comfortingly. "It's okay, we're here now, shhh," he said as he hugged you in his arms as you sobbed. You looked up at the room through your watery eyes to see the men responsible on the floor covered in blood. Baji looked down at you with a stern frown before instantly softening.

"Oh my god Y/N? What the Hell are you doing here!?" He sounded angry at you and you flinched before he bent down to you as well.

"When I found her they had taken off her clothes and had her tied to a chair. I can only assume they had planned to do the worst to her," Chifuyu informed Baji as he continued to hold you. Baji scoffed.

"Those motherfuckers are gonna get it!" Baji stood up and stomped on one of their heads. "We're you going to rape this woman!?" He yelled at them. "ANSWER ME!" He yelled even louder.

"Y-yes! I was! Now please leave us alone!" The man on the floor cried and Baji frowned.

"You think you can just run off after pulling some shit like that!?" Baji lifted the man and proceeded to punch him continuously against the wall. "She is an innocent young woman that you stumbled upon and thought you could just use!? Huh!? You fucking punk. You never ever hit a woman! She could be your sister or your ex or your own God damn mother but you never raise a damn hand at her ever again alright!?" Baji said as he beat him to near death. One of the blond guys you didn't know held back his arm.

"Listen I know what he did was unforgivable but…let him go," he spoke softly.

"I should snap his dick. That'd teach him a lesson!" Baji clenched his fists together.

"Then you would be no better than the man himself. He almost violated your friend's body and you almost violated his. If you overstepped his boundaries you would be doing worse than what he did to your friend," he explained. He was right. Baji set the man down and looked back at you, his face covered in blood.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. Back to his normal school voice.

"I'll be okay," you blush and cover yourself.

"Friend of yours?" One of the blond men put his arm around Baji.

"Yeah we know her from school," said as he helped you up on your feet. "And she must've disobeyed us and followed us anyways," Chifuyu frowned at you. You looked away and sighed. "Remember what I told you at the picnic tables?" He said softly you worried thinking he was talking about hitting a girl. You flinched. "No, the other thing," he chuckled. You thought for a minute. "Me and Baji are involved in some shit that could end you up really hurt or even dead," Chifuyu hugged you. "Please stay out of this from now on okay? We shouldn't have lied to you for so long," shook his head before looking at you again. Your eyes are still leaking. "Here," took out a piece of paper. "Draken you gotta pen?" He asked one of the blonde boys.

"Why the Hell would I bring a pen around with me?" He raised one brow. Next thing you know he threw a pen at Chifuyu, right for the head. Chifuyu grabbed it with reflexes faster than lightning.

"So you could've caught all of those…" you thought to yourself. Whenever Baji threw things at him at school he just let it happen but really he's faster than lightning, you could hardly follow the pen that's how fast it moved. "You could've caught that pen that Baji threw at me!" You called him out as he wrote on the piece of paper.

"Guilty~" he chuckled before handing you the paper. "This is Baji and mine phone numbers. Call us when you're home and safe alright? Call us at any time if you're in some shit alright?"

You nodded and took the paper. You pulled out your phone and entered in the numbers. "My house is on the way to yours so would you want me to walk you?" He asked. You nodded and said goodbye to Baji and…friends before walking off with Chifuyu. "I'm sorry," he said out of the blue.

"For what?!" You looked surprised.

"For what happened to you…one of us should've walked you home or we should've told you what we were doing!" He sighed and grabbed his hair tightly. The thought of him being able to help you but not doing it was like nails on a chalkboard to him.

"It's okay, I was being dumb!" You tried to explain to him. He pulled you into a hug again.

"No. It's my fault and that's the end of it okay." He said sternly and he held you.

"Okay…"

#tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev chifuyu #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #tr chifuyu

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thewandererh · 18 days

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💜💙❤️finally designing some jashlings for myself…after a full year of knowing chonny… 👀💦

TW // GOREY CONCEPTS, BLOOD, NOOSE/RED ROPE IMAGRY, DESCRIPTIONS OF AGONY (yummy)

i have pages of designs for the three that i doodled in my school sketchbook, and honestly i can’t pick one so i’m using ✨all of them✨. switching em out yknow?? maybe i accidentally created a bunch of aus instead of characters(??) because they all have loops that happen in different ways, or maybe they *are* the same but in different loops—the chonny paradox. anyways uhm some fellas to mention: nerd mind, merve (<3), deltarune soul, roe, toy-style soul, tadc mind (half an accident), a rabid heart, simon mind, an extremley nonbinary soul…heart with heart-eye glasses but then disruptivevoid reblogged someone’s cute render of the same idea— (honestly, lmao)

the gangs all here !!

but anyways I want to show off one design of soul in particular that has become an extremely fast favorite between me and my fellow rain-jash friend Sluggx!! it’s kinda gorey so i don’t know how to censor it :[, but the image is small so scroll past if the warnings above irk you. but uh. say hi to Dyadracide—a word i coined that means “to kill the duo”

me and my friend sluggx are going FERAL for him,,

ft roe and corona 🔱👑☀️

had the idea of designing a buttload of minds a bit ago, then recently this week i decided the same for soul. doodled him at school, then showed him to my friend via whiteboardfox :]. i draw Dyadra semi different now than there, but all his design is the same. rope neck that coils up inside his body when not in use, oversized pointy teeth (went monochromatik style with human teeth originally but nah), frizzly uhkempt hair, and a trident through his head. he’s always bleeding from the roof of his mouth, whether the trident is retracted into his skull or not. i love him so much😭💛. he has a full body and even a cute little gut but that’s kept for later for now. consider this a teaser of my inner workings :monk_devious:

ive been drawing him *SOOo* muchhh aaugha…can’t wait to show you when i can :]. building a batch of art for a tumblr post that i’ll dump later today maybe. get ready for some fun and gore galore~ (its not too gorey, just the trident-through-head-hes-always-choking-on-his-own-blood concept in full force. yummy ideas have to be explored huhu)

and off i go to have a late brunch. i always write these when i have something else to do lmao. *bites into omelette*

#chonny jash #chonny jash soul #cj soul #chonny jash mind #cj mind #chonny’s charming chaos compendium #baby’s first jashling designs #jashlings #gorey concepts #dyadracide soul #oh god does he have a trident through his face?!#calmly coughs up blood #tadc cj mind?!?!!?#disruptivevoib mention #they shared my calamari fanart 👀💛#late heart mind soul designs #heart mind soul

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randoimago · 10 months

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The Art of Learning

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Fugo

Type of Request: Self Indugent

Note(s): Fugo is a great character and I feel like he doesn’t get as much love as the rest of the Bucci gang so I wrote this!

Summary: Your grades have been slipping a bit in class, nothing drastic, but the teacher is a bit disappointed so now you have the smartest person in the class tutoring you. Unbeknownst to you, Fugo has a huge crush.

Fugo currently sits at a desk, reading a book. He's waiting for you, the person he's been asked to tutor. While he tries to act like this is just something he decided to do to be nice, his heart is pounding at the thought of being alone with you.

His eyes glance up from his book as he sees you walk in. Fugo takes a deep breath, almost, really preparing himself for spending this time with his crush.

“Hey, Fugo. Thanks for agreeing to tutor me. Sorry that you have to take time out of your plans though,“ you say, giving Fugo an apologetic smile as you take a seat across from him. You start getting your schoolbooks out to prepare for this lesson.

Fugo gives you a nod before asking, “So what do you need help with?” Fugo tries to keep his expression friendly, but his eyes shine a bit brighter as his heart beats faster. He is rather happy to be able to spend this extra time with you, even if it is supposed to be tutoring.

“Well,” you begin, “I’m really struggling with note taking. I just can’t keep up with the professor and when I do write, it’s usually just names or dates but it’s hard to get all the information to piece them together,” you explain as you open your notebook to show Fugo.

Fugo takes it from you to look at the notes before his eyes catch on the little doodle in the corner. It looks suspiciously like him. Fugo tries to clear his throat to focus as he glances to your notes, but his eyes glance to the doodle.

“You drew me?” He can’t help asking, causing you to notice and give a sheepish smile.

“Yeah... I just get distracted and decided to draw instead. You sit in front of me, so I guess I just naturally began drawing you.” Fugo blushes a bit at your words as he can’t help a small smile, glancing back to the words you wrote instead of what you drew.

“It’s cute...” He can’t help but say as he gives a hum when he does realize your note taking could use work. “I could ask the professor if he can go slower with the lecture?” Fugo offers and you give him a bit of a confused look.

“You would ask?”

“Well yes, a lot of people have a bit of anxiousness of attention being drawn to them so if I ask then you don’t have to deal with that,” Fugo explains, blushing a bit as your expression turns to gratitude. He’s not really one that likes attention either, but he can deal with it for you.

“Thanks, Fugo.” He smiles and continues giving advice and helping you with little things before time runs out of your tutoring session for today. Fugo can’t help but be a bit disappointed, but he still gives you a smile.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, and we’ll have another session, right?” You ask him and he gives you a nod. His heart pounds in his chest at how happy you look as you wave at him before walking out of the classroom. Fugo gives a sigh after you’re gone, beginning to get his things together when he sees a small piece of paper.

Fugo can’t help the blush as he sees there’s a doodle of you on it saying, “Thank you!”. A soft smile crosses Fugo’s face as he opens his notebook and slips your doodle into the front cover before continuing to pack up.

#jjba x reader #fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader

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broken-clover · 8 months

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Could I request hc’s abt how the ersb gang falls in love? And how they act while pining over their eventual S/o? I miss them :v

Aw, certainly! I can never say no to these! Every time it pops up from the ether it puts a smile on my face

Elphelt

-Elphelt falls in love hard and fast, the actual difficult part is giving the whole thing more depth instead of it just being an idealized concept

-To try and clarify that idea, Elphelt goes in expecting a lot of things about what a relationship could be, y'know, classic scripted romcom trappings up to the nines. The first time something goes undeniably wrong, she'll have a moment of confused realization when the relationship doesn't immediately explode once she's strayed away from some imagined script

-Does not hesitate to make her feelings known, she's the sort to leave love notes in lockers and heap unsubtle praise on her object of affection

-Despite that, she still wonders whether or not she's being too subtle

-Frequent daydreamer, if you approach her in the midst of it she's probably doodling romantic scribbles all over what's nearest. Be careful not to leave any political documents nearby unless you want them plastered with 'Elphelt x s/o' and hearts with arrows all over it

Sin

-He doesn't have a lot of personal experiences with romance, so at first he gets a little confused and wonders why he wants someone to be best friends really, really badly

-He has that infamous 'oh' moment where it just slaps him across the face several weeks in.

-His parents aren't exactly great with advice given their own weird romantic history, but they're at least good at emphasizing the idea of loving deeply even if the circumstances are strange.

-Any attempted confessions ends up taking a long tangent about chairs

-Has no idea how pining works, if anything he'll just end up shouting it and/or dumping everything out to the first person who asks why he's being so absentminded today

Ramlethal

-Ram is the sort of person who believes that a partner isn't too different from a very very good friend. As such, she'll want to make sure she considers someone a friend before she can fathom the thought of being her partner

-Sometimes she gets a little ahead of herself, she can have a hard time knowing what to do in a 'normal' relationship and isn't fully certain whether or not it's appropriate or crossing a boundary . She's trying, but there isn't exactly a manual available

-She knows people like dogs, though, so Ketchup is a good secret weapon. Even if it's painfully obvious she set him out and guided him over in order to have an excuse to start a conversation.

-Ram has an impeccable poker face, but conversely to her sister, she thinks she's being too obvious and is genuinely surprised when someone says otherwise.

Bedman

-He is too intelligent and rational for such sappy displays. He has some level of dignity

-No, that little tchotchke on his shelf isn't the same one that you offered and he reluctantly took, Sin. What are you asking for. Are you a cop.

-He gets very, very mad about having a crush and it's kind of adorable. The thoughts do go away as soon as he wants them to and he scrunches up his face like a grumpy dog

-Unsubtle. Painfully, painfully unsubtle. He does everything shy of walking up to them and shouting 'I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU AND YOU CAN'T PROVE I AM'

#aww doing one of these again makes my soul feel cozy #I've been so busy with the new blog that it's a surprise to see an ask sent to this one now #ask #imagines #guilty gear #elphelt valentine #sin kiske #ramlethal valentine #bedman #ESRBverse #...man when's the last time I've gotten to use that tag?

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astarsol · 1 year

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chapter 1 - crying, meeting, throwing up

you prop a nearby window open, the early monday afternoon air helping cool down the tour office. no one had requested a tour all day, leaving you to doodle on a small pad of paper, ignoring the company's logo on the top. a small frown rests on your face, your manager having left the room not too long ago.

tsukishima is once again late, his lengthy figure no longer lurking near the welcome desk. the manager expects you to watch over him, become his mentor of sorts. however, you negate to text him, leaving him to his own devices for once.

instead, you pull out your phone, scrolling through instagram as you wait for someone to grace your presence. seconds pass when someone knocks on the tour room's wall, alerting you to their location. you look up, setting your phone down quickly, "how may i assist you today?"

"do you do tours? a friend of ours, tsukishima, works here and he's working right now, so he recommended we come get a tour," one of the individuals in a group of four inquires, his yellowish blonde hair swooped to one side.

you shrug, trying to joke with the group, hoping that they were in a joking mood, "that depends, did he give you the secret password? because only people with secret passwords can go on a tour..."

"secret password? well, how about, i can bribe you, considering one free tour is awarded with each ticket to the planetarium bought," the blondie holds out ¥1,500, a smug smile plastered on his face.

once again, your eyes narrow as you stare him down, shaking your head, "i apologize but i can't take bribes, totally against my morals. but i will give you that free tour now, as i will get fired if i don't." you push his hand away from you, feeling his somewhat soft fingers as you do so.

he thanks you, looking back at his friends while doing so, the rest of them smiling. the group in total looked rather friendly, the blonde's grey-headed twin looking a little more upset than anyone else. you grab your clipboard, looking down at the nearly perfectly memorized facts written down.

"well, now that that debacle is finished, my name is l/n y/n, but you can simply call me y/n, as everyone practically does now," you point to your rectangular name tag, the sunlight bouncing off of it, "so what brings you here? i assume your friend, but standard question."

you start off towards the first exhibit, listening along as blondie's orange-haired friend interjects, "well, none of us have been to a planetarium, and since tsukishima works here, we figured it would be fun!"

"well it depends on what you consider fun, but this first section describes the famous astronomers of the past.. asada goryu, atsushi sugie, and western astronomers that are well known. aristotle, hipparchus, etcetera. these descriptions give better insight into their lives, but if there is anything else you'd like to know, i have some fun facts," you keep an upbeat persona, despite knowing that they're friends with your coworker.

the blonde's eyes widen at one of the names said, causing him to stick next to you as the others look at the biographies. he keeps his arms folded in front of him, his shirt sleeves slightly clinging to his upper arms. you awkwardly look over your clipboard and wait for him to move or join his friends.

"my name is actually very similar to one of the astronomers' names. it's miya atsumu, atsushi, atsumu, you can hear it," a smile stretches across his—atsumu's—face.

you give him a slight nod, "well that's a nice name atsumu, now how about we move on to the next exhibit."

the interaction is short, but your inability to know his name or know who he is intrigues him. nearly everyone in japan invested in any form of sports knows his name and who he is. however, you simply brush it off, continuing your tour so that you can reach your break.

masterlist / next

got the idea for fun facts from @idlerin ;

fun facts; - in this au, atsumu and the gang are all in college volleyball together at a university named shinrin-yoku. it’s prided for its sports - you go to an opposing university, kimyou, prided for its science department (including astronomy and the study of the universe, not to be confused with astrology) - you have met yamaguchi, but it was on accident at a grocery store - atsumu doesn’t like going to school, but is pursuing a degree in physical therapy as he plays volleyball - at first glance, atsumu thought you looked rather interesting, intelligent, and bored - it’s meant to say volleyball not football 😭

taglist; @alienvarmint

#atsumu miya x reader #don’t miss me smau #don’t miss me social media au #atsumu miya #haikyuu college au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader

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hanmasghost · 2 years

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Obsessive Brothers

Authors Words:

Don’t judge as this is my first time writing for this character😅✨ also- Benkei’s part is a lil’ old- istg if you guys make this weird I will cry

Character(s): Benkei(platonic), Shinichiro(platonic)

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone thanks for giving me the characters I should write for😁✨

Warning(s): obsessive behavior(?), de*th, hinted m*rd3r, borderline yander3 shit man,

“People Suck”

Benkei sighed as he waited on his little brother. {Reader} Arashi.

The kid was usually stuck to his hip the second school ended, but as of late the kid had been straying behind to finish up some stuff after the bell rung.

It was strange.

{Reader} has never been one for helping a teacher after class. Nor was the teen one to like cleaning up after himself, much less other people.

After waiting for around 10 minutes or so, Benkei watched as you walked through the school’s front doors.

You weren’t alone.

Besides you was a girl. She had long silky black hair and grey eyes.

Benkei was confused.

You weren’t one to hang around people. Not we’re you one for human communication or contact unless it was from your family.

So seeing as you let the girl hold your hand as you walked out of the building you called hell was abnormal.

As you and the girl exited the front gate you let go of her hand and walked to the passenger seat of Benkei’s car.

“So…. What took you so long?” Benkei asked the teen who had set his school bag on the floor infront of him.

“Oh!- uh- Yua-Chan asked if I would wait for her after she finished setting up a tutor session with another classmate and the teacher..” Benkei nodded as he started the tapped the steering wheel where his hands rested.

“I see… do you.. do you like this Yua-Chan?” Benkei asked as he started to drive away from the school.

As he drove, Benkei stopped at a stop sign, looking to his right slightly he saw the girl {Reader} was with. He took note that she had made a right turn down a street not too far from the school as he waited for his younger brothers reply.

“Wha- no? She’s just a friend… why would you ask that?”

“You don’t normally talk to people.. that’s all.” Benkei turned left, tapping his ringed pointer finger on the wheel as he did so.

“Hey!.. it’s not my fault people are scared of you!— for some reason…” {Reader} went silent for a moment, “…also people are just… sucky.. so what’s the point?” {Reader} fiddled his hands around, the rings he wore clacking against each other softly.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Benkei’s face. He totally forgot that he had made sure to scare {Reader}’s classmates in jr. high after picking him up one day. Guess he still had an impression on the kids classmates.

Good.

Benkei laughed as he stopped at another stop sign. “I am pretty scary looking aren’t I?” Benkei joked.

{Reader}’s eyes went wide “wha-what! No! I didn’t mean that! Well- I mean- maybe?!- uh… okay maybe- but so what?! You’re still a really nice dude!” {Reader} huffed.

Glad you think so.

“Well I was, still am, pretty well known for bein’ a delinquent ya know?”

{Reader} huffed, “that doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy completely!”

The rest of the car ride was silent.

{Reader} opting to pull out a notebook from his bag and doodle.

Benkei however was lost in thought as he drove his little brother home, body going on autopilot.

Oh how happy Benkei was, knowing his little brother thought so innocently of him. Thinking he was nothing more than a delinquent in a gang that the young boy could care less about.

It made Benkei even happier knowing that you had never once figured out, or even question, who Benkei truly was.

—

Benkei patiently waited outside of the school, this time not in his car.

Once the bell had rung he waited a few seconds before he saw locks of [h/c] coloured hair infront of him.

Looking down he saw his little brother, his face unreadable.

Walking across the street to the other side of the road Benkei asked “what’s up kid? No Yua today?”

Once they got to the other side {Reader} stuff his hands into the pockets of his uniform’s jeans.

“No. She’s just like everyone else.” The teen mumbled, venom laced into his voice.

Benkei sent a questioning look towards his younger brother. “Hm? Like everyone else? What do you mean?”

“She avoided me all of yesterday, even when I waited for her she didn’t say anything, just kept walking infront of me, acting like I didn’t exist!” {Reader} huffed as he kicked a rock off the sidewalk. “Than she ignored me all of today too! Just to come up to me and said I was scary and she didn’t wanna be friends with me.. right after we hung out a few days ago too!…. Everyone’s the same.”

“Oh…” Benkei smiled darkly, “I see.”

So not only did she put her disgusting claws upon his little brother, and take away their time together, but once gives her a small treat with a threat in her kitchen, she dares to flat out talk to his brother and call his brother scary?! And hurt his feelings?!

Ludicrous!

If she wanted to die so badly she should’ve just asked. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Suddenly something tugged Benkei’s shirt. Looking down he saw his little brother’s fist take a hold of the hem of Benkei’s shirt. “It doesn’t matter I guess.. at least you’re still my friend, right big bro?”

{Reader} had a smile on his face.

It was clear he was heart broken, but Benkei couldn’t find the heart to care.

Does this mean that he his brothers only friend now? Does this mean he doesn’t have to threaten and kill teens who dare and ruin their brotherly bonding moments?

“Yeah, right.” Benkei wrapped his arm around {Readers}’s shoulders “I’m gonna be your best friend forever kid.” He said as he took his other hand and messed up the poor teens hair laughing.

Even though he was laughing, he knew his words were true. He would be {Reader}’s only friend, forever.

“Twins”

Shinichiro stared at his little brother from the other side of the shop.

He’d been hit with a metal pipe in the head, yet he still stood. Kind of.

His body rested on the floor.

He was dead now.

But it didn’t matter.

He stared at his twin brother, who looked no older than 15.

Shinichiro couldn’t remover when he killed his twin brother. All he knows is he did it out of love.

His brother, {Reader}, caught him killing his [girl]/[boy]-friend. It wasn’t like Shinichiro wanted to kill his twin, but he had to! Otherwise {Reader} would’ve told the authorities, an live in fear of Shinichiro forever! Shinichiro could let his brother live like that! So he killed him.

Shinichiro remembered it like it was yesterday. His brother laying in his arms, begging and crying for his life, asking him why he’d do such a thing.

Shinichiro smiled, telling him it was all a dream and he’d wake up soon enough. Which was somehow able to put {Reader} to sleep, and that’s also when Shinichiro killed him.

Now here he was, standing before his twin brother once again, face to face.

“…why?” {Reader} asked.

Shinichiro gave a sickeningly sweet smile as he walked towards his twin.

“All I wanted to do was spend time with my brother, {Reader}!… but they took that away from me… they took my twin away from me!… you get it right?! Right?!” Shinichiro gave a wheezy chuckle, smiling, the closer he got to {Reader} the more his spirit started to shift and twist. Once his spirit seemingly stabilized he looked just lime he did when he was 15.

“Now?… heheh… we can spend forever together… right? Brother?” Shinichiro said, embracing {Reader} into a hug.

Not getting a reply, Shinichiro squeezed softly.

“… yeah.. together… brothers.. forever.” {Reader} sobbed quietly as he hugged his twin brother, red and blue lights illuminating the two spirits as they started to fade.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #benkei x reader #shinichiro x reader

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vchanny-og · 4 months

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Chroma Challenge!

So, a Discord group I'm in did a little challenge. You get a palette or a color and you have to create something with just that. I think it's really meant for artists, but we decided both artists and writers could do it.

And to challenge myself, I did BOTH.

I did a doodle and a drabble. And because I am me, I just created more Sailor Moon content. I am a one trick pony, folks. XD

When I saw my palette, I immediately knew what I wanted to do. And it involves Camp Universe! One of my favorites.

If you did not read my Camp Elysian fic, you can click there to do so. You do not *need* to read it for this, but you can, and you should because it's fun and nostalgic. Anyway! The short version to catch you up is: the gang all work at a summer camp, Kayden is the main camp counselor. Morgan hates his guts at the beginning. Morgan ends up helping Serena and Darien sneak around because there is a strict no dating rule. Kayden does find out. By the end of the fic, Morgan doesn't hate Kayden any more, and he no longer things she's some dumb kid. I'll probably put the drabble up on A03 at some point, but this will do for now. It's not polished or beta'd. BUT. It did feel really good to write *something* after such a long time of not doing so. So, enjoy, or don't. *shrug*

“Excuse me, Your Tallness.”

Kayden’s eyes crept to the now cracked opened door, to greet the grinning blonde who had let herself into the cabin. Without knocking. But that was Morgan. He could let it slide. Her arrival was no surprise–as he’d heard her coming through the opened windows, chatting loudly as she always did with some other camper. So no, it was no surprise. He hadn’t realized it was already so late, though. He wasn’t quite ready to leave.

They had plans. Well, she had plans. He–he simply just followed her whims. “Are you ready yet?”

Today’s whim conflicted with his duties. “Uh,” he began, setting down the paperwork he’d been looking through into a neat pile. “One sec.” He looked at his watch, and then instinctively reached for his red clipboard. “Nuh uh,” she protested loudly. “No Clippy.”

He stilled and looked to her, hands on her hips, her finger wagging in the air as if he was a child reaching for the last cookie. He wasn’t sure what his face had contorted into, but she giggled and bounded over, pushing the clipboard back down to the old, stained coffee table. Then, she took his hand and began trying to tug him from the worn sofa. He knew not to reach for it again.

“I promise we will be back before you have to do your rounds.”

“Like the last time you ‘promised’?”

She rolled her eyes and tugged harder on his arm. “Just come on.”

And he did.

She interlaced their fingers, her hand so small in his, and began quickly leading him down a path of crushed gravel that led away from camp. Morgan was radiant and full of excitement, the last of the day’s sunshine glistening in her hair. He however could not help feeling like everyone was watching him. Watching him get pulled away from camp this close to lights out. What would they say to the one enforcing the rules sneaking off? He could hear the gossip already. Maybe he could come up with some lie? Some emergency he was taking care of. Morgan would tell him to stop worrying, that no one cared, and he shouldn’t care if they said anything anyway.

But he cared.

Mostly he cared because he hadn’t told his grandfather that they were dating yet, and he felt this terrible guilt for setting a bad example and breaking a rule. All behind the back of the greatest man he’d ever known.

But the thought of being away from her all summer was too much. They’d already spent so much time apart.

So, he didn’t disclose their relationship. He was so worried his grandfather would say no. That the rule was there for a very good reason, and grandson or not, he would not allow it. She could not stay. And what would they have done then? They could have continued just seeing each other on random weekends, talking on the phone after 8 every night, but Morgan was a pretty girl. And how long until the novelty of a long distance relationship wore off? How long until someone who lived near her started showing her attention? Before another Aaron showed up? How long before he wasn’t enough?

All this sneaking around was not as fun as Darien and Serena made it out to be the previous summer. It had only been two weeks, and he was so worried people would find out. That they’d rat him out and Morgan would have to go. He knew Jayden would never, but if he jokingly said he was going to tell just to get out of work one more time, Kayden might snap. Maybe he should just tell his grandfather? Rip the bandaid off. Get Jayden off his back. Stop lying and hoping to not get caught. His grandfather would understand, right? Morgan wasn’t just his girlfriend–

“Hello? Earth to Kayden.”

Kayden blinked. He hadn’t realized they’d arrived. Morgan raised a brow and cocked her head slightly to the side. “There you are. What were you lost in thought about?”

“Nothing,” came his casual response. But not nothing. Everything. Morgan was everything. Professing that though–

“Mmhm. Well, forget about nothing, we’re here!” she exclaimed, proudly showing off her surprise.

His hand felt cold with the loss of contact. Kayden looked around for the first time. He recognized this spot. He had caught Morgan chaperoning lunches for Darien and Serena many times here. He’d helped her cover for them here. Let them have their time in this not-so-secret make out spot. Those were the times he got to know Morgan more, as they talked while keeping lookout for the couple. When he realized she was more than she seemed.

She must have come before she gathered him, he thought. There was a quilted blanket–where she stole it from he did not know–covering a patch of grass between an open area of trees. It was quite serene this time of day, the noise of camp dying off, the shadows dancing along the ground.

She grinned when he noticed, said “tada” in her over-the-top way, and sat down. “Take a seat,” she said while patting the blanket next to her.

She looked so pretty sitting there, the last rays of the light kissing her face and the long shadows from the trees covering the surrounding area like a blanket. He joined her and was rewarded with her leaning into him. He wrapped an arm around her and enjoyed the warmth.

“It’ll be dark soon.” He didn’t know why he said it. He probably ruined the mood, and he instantly regretted it, but the weight of getting back on time was heavy on his mind. He couldn’t help it.

“I know,” she said quietly, leaning closer, looking out toward the slowly retreating light.

He hadn’t figured out exactly what the point of coming out here was yet, other than just being alone together. Which he didn’t mind. He could be a little late for that. He leaned over and tenderly kissed the spot on her neck just below her ear.

Instead of reciprocating, Morgan laughed and pushed him away. “Stop! You’re going to miss it!”

Kayden was confused. Why were they out here, of all places, if not for a little fun?

Morgan rolled her eyes and leaned back into his frame. “You remember when my family took me for vacation out of state for Spring Break?”

He nodded. They’d absolutely annihilated their plans to see each other with that spur of the moment trip.

“On the phone one night while I was away, you described how pretty the sunset was.”

He remembered. After their plans had been ruined, Kayden had offered to come help his grandfather do some spring renovations. The hard labor was a welcome distraction.

“And you said, you wish I could have been there.” She paused, and he pulled her in close. “So, I wanted to share a sunset with you, since we couldn’t before.”

“I do remember,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you for remembering.”

He would remember this as the night he resolved to tell his grandfather about Morgan. And how much he loved her.

#fanfic #sailormoonfanfic #minako aino #kunzite #campelysian #campfic #drabbles #doodles #clippytheclipboard

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asvetrian-wings · 1 year

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HEY GANG. I’ve been slowly descending into madness over the Alt!Mark AU by UVPartyBomb on here 👁️👁️ My madness is limitless, and I have all divine feral urges to draw for it. I’ve done two large drawings in one day and I will probably be making more today 👁️👁️ Anyways, here’s my divine doodle dump for the AU! There’s characters aren’t mine, fyi 👁️👁️

Order of appearance:

First drawing: Job Goodman the News Reporter

Second Drawing: The brothers 👁️👁️ *Insert some demonic sound as I stare at you aggressively and the camera shakes*

Third drawing: JOB AGAIN BECAUSE GRR GRR AJAKDKEKFKDKFKDKVK I LOVE HIM AND WISH TO GENTLY HOLD HIM AND PROTECT HIM /J

And the last one is just a random silly doodle of Job and Cesar loafing like little cats. It was seriously just a warm up doodle I made while half awake.

RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES IN A SILLY WAY.

#fanart #digital art #art #mandela catalogue six #mandela catalouge intruder #mandela catalogue alternates #mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge fanart #alt!mark au #tmc dave #tmc six #dave lee #smiles at you menacingly and silly like because I’m gonna draw more today #👁️👁️

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you-get-me-closer-to-god · 9 months

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Vamptember Day 1

“5+1 / Pantheist / Leather”

SUMMARY: Struggling to keep up with your college lectures, an interesting pair come to your rescue.

PAIRING: Platonic Armand, Daniel, and Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,385

WARNINGS: none!

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Yippeee!! Vamptember is afoot! So I’m planning on making this a series and adding onto it every day. I don’t know if I can up the word count any more than 2k but by god will I try, gang. I will be posting this also on Ao3 a little later, if you’d rather read it there. I also plan on adding a few characters here and there of course ;)

I chose “Pantheist” for today’s prompt, cause I’m a slut for religion. Enjoy!

Baruch Spinoza was a philosopher of Portuguese-Jewish origin, born in Amsterdam, the Dutch Republic, and mostly known under the Latinized pen name Benedictus de Spinoza. One of the foremost and seminal thinkers of the Enlightenment, modern biblical criticism, and 17th-century Rationalism. At least, that’s what your notes say. And you hope to God it’s all correct, because all throughout your evening lecture, you had not been paying attention. Your brain was fried after waking up at six in the morning for the free breakfast in the dining hall. And even though your body couldn’t afford loosing any more sleep, your wallet definitely couldn’t afford any groceries, so it was your only chance to eat all day. What was even more disheartening was that your very last class was scheduled to start at nine o’clock at night. At. Night. When you would usually be snuggled up in bed, fast asleep after reading a few chapters of the book on your bedside table.

So there you sat, nodding off every few minutes, trying desperately to stay conscious as your mind weaved the professor’s words into a lovely little dream for you to quickly slip into.

And every time you tried to zone back in, your professor’s five-syllable words and complicated “if this then that” curriculum just left you all the more discouraged. You ended up doodling in the margins of your notebook hopelessly until he called for the end of class. The room shuffled around you as college students from all walks of life stumbled sleepily to their dorms, slamming textbooks shut and slinging bags over their shoulders. You just sat there, yawning, waiting for an opening to join them in the trudge back home. It reminded you of a war movie you had seen with your dad one time, watching the people file out like a brigade of soldiers, thousand yard stares and dry blood-shot eyes on every face.

Except one.

One bright, young face in particular stood out from the crowd, not just his face, but his whole being. It’d be hard not to stand out with red hair like that.

His eyes were clear as they searched the room calmly, he moved- not necessarily energetically, but it was clear he seemed to have an abundance of energy.

That was a guy who was used to the late-night schedule. Easily descending the stairs to the door, he carried his backpack like it weighed nothing. Which you knew was impossible, if he indeed had all the required reading in there. You didn’t quite make out what he was saying, but he turned to a friend who walked next to him and began to speak.

His friend looked pretty much like how you felt.

Slouchy posture, languid steps, dark circles under his grey eyes, messy blonde hair pointing this way and that. It looked like he was trusting his more enlivened friend to walk him in the right direction. And given how the other brought his arm around his slouchy friend to lead him through the doorway, instead of smacking into the frame, that was probably the case.

You watched as the pair disappeared down the hall and you slowly pushed yourself up out of your seat as an opening in the crowd presented itself. Slowly making your way down the steps, you followed the brigade of students out of the room and onto the campus, into the cool night air, dorm room bound.

The interesting pair of friends lingered in your mind as you drifted off to sleep that night. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard talk of them around, but, you’ve never seen them yourself, until that point.

The “polite young foreign genius” and his “less polite, gangly friend”. There were stories, oh were there stories, but you never payed any attention to them. Gossip always left a bad taste in your mouth, as much as you loved it, so you just did the adult thing and assumed everything you heard was false. Though, some rumors did give you a good laugh. Like how the younger one was a prince from some European country, and, being so out of touch with society, he payed this poor miserable sob to hang out with him.

It was funnier now having lay your own eyes on them. You could totally see it.

The next night, Nine o’clock returned, and you sat at the same desk with your notebook open, trying to decipher your sleep-deprived hand writing from the other night. You gave up after a few attempts and only being able to make out ‘Baruch Spinoza???’ scribbled in sharp, frustrated pencil. Great, incredibly helpful, as the name was also written on the board right in front of you.

A heavy sigh came from your lips and you rubbed your face in an attempt to clear your brain fog. You had no idea how you were going to graduate if you couldn’t even stay awake for the classes. On top of that, barely surviving on free cereal and hash browns in the cafeteria was certainly not optimal brain food. You considered laying your head down on the desk right there and withering away as students began filling up seats. You gave it a shot, resting your forehead on your folded arms and trying to ignore the every growing hunger in your stomach, the tension headache slowly forming behind your eyes.

The quiet and creaky auditorium gradually filled with voices, rising in volume as more and more people began to strike up conversation around you. It irritated you. You were grumpy and you wanted everyone in the world to stop talking. Or, at least give you the answers to the upcoming test. Either one would’ve lifted your spirits.

“No, I didn’t know him personally, Daniel, you’re not very funny.”

A unique voice lifted up and out of the clamor from behind you, catching your interest immediately.

“Now if you would’ve said ‘Giordano Bruno’ we might have had a very interesting conversation,”

He pronounced the Italian name with ease, nailing the accent perfectly.

“-However these ‘professors’ read one book and suddenly they are the masters and we pay them. You’ve read ‘Ethics’, Daniel, take to the stage and give us your best shot. I’m sure you’d be doing a better job than this fop.”

His tone was passionate and irritated, Daniel, you assumed, chuckled quietly next to him.

“I think I should take offense to that.”

As you listened to their conversation, you realized that some actually helpful notes would make your year, possibly save your life and college career. And from what little you’ve heard from them so far, their notes would definitely be better than yours. Well- anyone’s notes would be better than yours, but these two seemed to know what they were doing. You lifted your head from your arms gingerly and turned around to ask.

But you were embarrassingly dumbfounded.

You don’t know how you didn’t realize it last night, it must have been the sleep deprivation or the lighting, or the fact that he sat very near to you now, but the red head was possibly the most beautiful person you had ever seen in your life.

Smooth auburn hair in delicate curls and waves rested just above his shoulders, a richly deep color that you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing naturally. Dark brown eyes that held your stare unblinkingly, almost against your will with an oddly cold and unforgiving expression. It unnerved you slightly.

Pale round face and dignified posture, his mouth in a slight pout or frown. You would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t a prince.

You cleared your throat, breaking away slightly, realizing you were being incredibly rude.

“I’m sorry- I was just wondering if you guys had any notes I could copy? I must have fallen asleep in the middle of the lecture and…”

You held up your notebook to them, showing your sad and pathetically empty page, and shrugged.

The blonde nodded, mumbling a “sure” and reached into his bag, pulling out a crumpled spiral-bound composition book that looked water damaged, and began flipping through pages.

“Thank you so much, I just- I don’t usually do this, it’s just this schedule.” You replied, feeling a bit like a burden as he flipped through page after page, looking for the correct notes. One of the pages was brown and wrinkly, as if someone had spilt a full cup of coffee all over it.

“It’s no problem, I have it somewhere…”

You shifted a little, noticing the other staring at you still. You glanced back and met his gaze again, unsure if you did something wrong.

You wanted to ask him what his problem was, but he cut you off.

“You don’t often fall asleep during a lecture? Is this correct?”

He had a hint of an accent you couldn’t quite place, but it was all around enjoyable. His voice was oddly clear and sharp, it penetrated the noise in the auditorium easily.

“Yeah, that’s right.” You answered him, feeling a little judged.

“Why is that, do you think?”

He spoke unapologetically, never breaking eye contact. You suddenly felt like you were at a job interview. You furrowed your eyebrows and unconsciously stood up straighter. Were you going to have a bully? He seemed young enough to be bullying people still.

“I’m sorry?” You said, finally.

“What do you think of this professor? Do you think him adequate for what you are paying for tuition?” He rolled the “r” on the word “professor”.

“Oh.”

A bit of relief washed through you as you realized he was complaining about the teacher again, not taking a dig at your academic determination. Although, it felt like a loaded question. He looked like he had a plethora of opinions waiting to be released as he awaited your answer.

“I don’t really- yes? I think I do. I’m not sure really. I haven’t been awake for any of his lectures yet.” You laughed nervously.

He turned his head calmly to look at his friend, who ignored him as he still flipped through the pages.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about, Daniel. This poor girl can’t even keep her eyes open.”

He gestured to you with an open hand, still facing Daniel, who finally ripped out a page from his composition notebook and handed it to you, his tired grey eyes meeting yours.

“There it is.”

And before you could thank him-

“Are you a pantheist yourself?”

You looked from one to the other, feeling a bit of whiplash beginning to fester in your neck.

“A what?”

“A pantheist. Such as Baruch Spinoza, the topic of the lecture.“

His brown eyes bore into yours, he barely ever moved, and when he did, to gesture with his hand or adjust his seat, he did it with a sort of biblical grace. Like how you imagined Jesus moved. Your eyes caught the motion of his hand and noticed pale fingers decorated with rings.

“I was raised Christian but…” You said, writing the notes hurriedly into your own notebook, squinting at the messy handwriting.

“My relationship with the big man is a bit complicated now.” You gave him a tight smile “What about you? You seem to know a lot about it.”

He gave you a slow and understanding nod before replying.

“It is one topic of many that interest me, however I’m no loyal to it than yourself.”

He stared down at you with regal posture and stillness as you hunched over your paper, scribbling the last few sentences. With these few paragraphs alone you were already thinking of all the books you needed to borrow from the campus library. In all honesty, with the amount of class you slept away yesterday, you were looking at an all-nighter surrounded by books and a bucket sized coffee cup.

“Again, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this helped. I‘ve got my work cut out for me.” You looked up and smiled gratefully, giving the paper back to him.

“Sure.” Daniel replied. He began opening his notebook to place the paper back inside, when the paper was delicately taken out of his hand. He didn’t even take pause and he closed his notebook anyway, as if used to his friend’s sticky fingers.

“It was such a pleasure to talk with you. It is not very often I find someone so willing for a conversation like myself, I tell you.”

As he spoke to you, he took a pen which rested atop his desk, very sleek and elegant, it looked like it had a nice heft and weight to it as it shifted between his fingers. He jotted down something at the bottom of the page, dark eyelashes resting on his cheekbones as his eyes cast downward before flitting up again and handing the page back to you.

Curiously, you took it again with two fingers, glancing at Daniel for any sign of correction or confusion. He merely placed his notebook back into his bag, uncaring.

“We do not need it.” Daniel’s friend assured you, “Please keep it.”

You stared at him for a second, and smiled. Something about his energy was…addicting. His subtle feline movements, his confident tone and gestures, the cool, pointed expression that never wavered from his face. He was all too perfect.

It was almost eerie…

The auditorium around you had quieted down gradually as the professor walked in, his heels thumping on the old wood floor. Desks creaked and chairs scooted in as friends departed from their conversations to sit down.

“Again, thank you so much.” You whispered, giving both a grateful nod, which they returned, before finally turning around in your seat again and peering at the page you were gifted.

Immediately it caught your eye. In rich black ink and curling neat cursive, was a short paragraph on the bottom of the page, an odd contrast with the lazy and dull pencil writing above it.

It was an apartment address, in a neighborhood you passed frequently just outside campus. A very wealthy neighborhood, if you remembered correctly.

Under the address, was a short note written in handwriting that matched his looks perfectly, small, neat, and clean.

“If ever you should need help again, please have no hesitance in coming by our apartment.”

-Armand

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Let the self-insert cringe commence!!!!

@the-vagabond-angel my muse <3

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