#because a friend was looking for dark wave goth stuff

[breeistired]

J.M with goth reader hc's

Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other

Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,

Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.

(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)

JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.

JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.

JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.

JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.

JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.

JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.

JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.

JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.

JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him

JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.

JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.

JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.

JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.

JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.

JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.

JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.

JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.

JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?

JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."

JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.

JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.

JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)

(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)

[the-traffic-report]

Hi do you have any headcanons about mr sandman?

I’m trying to find more Suitehearts content & stuff

(And I don’t know if you do sign offs, but if you do can I have -🎸🦔 ?)

So I didn't really have plans for sign offs but if you decide you want to use one you're more then welcome to! (so yes you can absolutley have that one)

Mr Sandman

Born June 5th 2003 in Battery city

Both his mother and his father were higher up’s in bli (he found a picture of himself as a baby with his parents and the director once and still gets chills if he thinks too much about it)

Despite his parents positions he was heavily medicated as a child, often getting sudden mood swings which carried over to when he went off the pills in the dessert

He had two much younger siblings as a child, none of the rest of the suitehearts or Kobra know about them, he still carries an immense amount of guilt over leaving them behind, on some nights when he's left alone with his thoughts for too long he thinks about what their lives look like now.

He became a juvie hall at 13 when he ran away from home, he still took a small dose of pills to keep himself stable but otherwise rejected them

They pretty quickly covered themselves in tattoos and piercings, part of it was a way to control things for once, another part was to reject the conformity of the city

 He left sooner than most other juvie halls do, leaving the city just a few months after becoming one

After he left the city he quickly fell into the music and clubs of the zones, which quickly led him to trying zone’s drugs (mostly hallucinogens) he used them to help get off of the bli pills but often times they only made him worse

It was only a few weeks that he was able to keep it up because after a night of passing out deliriously someone brought him to doctor death defying, knowing that he was often the one helping kids get off of wave riding and other zone drugs

He was initially distrusting of Dr d and the rest of the radio crew (Cherri cola [my beloved.], newsie, show pony, and occasionally chimp), but after a few late night talks with show pony slowly warmed up to them

He got his killjoy name when helping organize records one day, he found the black album and fell in love with it, it came from the song enter sandman but also from an old story his mother used to tell him about a creature named sandman who would throw sand in his eyes that would cause them to fall out if he didn’t go to sleep (Since bli has strict sleep regulations parents often times will scare their children into sleeping to avoid them being medicated further)

He also found out about goth clothing and quickly built up a new wardrobe for himself, he gets heat exhaustion almost every time he goes outside because he refuses to wear anything but black, dark purple, or gold

He met (horseshoe)crab and Donnie(the catcher) when the two had come to talk to Dr. D about a juvie hall they had met and the best way to get him out of the city safely, Dr. D had suggested sandman going with them since he had gotten out himself and likely knew ways other people might not and he needed a crew of his own anyway

Despite how opposite the two are he and Benzedrine are the closest, both coming from the city gave them something in common

They balance each other out in an odd way, Sandman sitting and talking while Benzedrine works, Benzedrine’s bright yellow clothes next to sandman’s black

He met Kobra at the crash track, they had both heard of each other before but hadn’t talked until a day when Kobra got hurt and the other came to help him

A year into living in the zone's one of his friends dog's had puppies and was fully convinced the runt of the litter wouldn't survive, Sandman told them that he would take the dog and he did, he took the dog home with no warning and named him Hemingway after an author from a book he read once

Hemingway is a small bulldog puppy who is about a year and a half old now, Sandman made him a collar out of some spare leather they had (if anyone wants just Hemingway headcannons I can and will make a post just for him.)

He adores Hemingway so much, and so do the rest of the suitehearts (even if Benzedrine won't admit it)

Ok some more random headcannons now

He speaks fluent french because as a child his father wanted Sandman and his siblings to all know it 

He’s bisexual and non-binary, he goes by all pronouns but most people just use he/him and he’s okay with that (if i ever end up actually writing something i’m going to use all but i just didn't want to fight google docs tonight)

He and Kobra sneak off to meet each other and often times scare their respective crews doing so because they leave at night and forget to leave a note 

Whenever he does fall into using drugs again he usually spirals quickly until someone can help to pull him out of it

He wears mostly goth clothing in black, including a long leather coat that hes constantly sweating to death in, his mask is a bandana that he painted a skull on after realizing how much work it would be to do that makeup so often (he still wears heavy eyeliner often though)

He stopped straightening his hair when he moved to the zones, a piece of it in the front is now pink and the rest of it is black, his hair is one of the few things he actually puts time into maintaining

Let me know if you have anymore requests my asks are always open! <3

[cinnamokittykat]

Inspired by @puff0o0 's artwork pt2!

Wait, he isn't going to get mad at me, or worse?

You stare in amazement as he pulls a plastic chair out for you to sit. Tentatively you take a seat as they begin to play a song you had yet to hear of. It was rather slow, and the person who was singing sounded rather sad.

The drums in the background were prominent and quite well-played from what you could gather. You rested your face in your hand, watching the drummer boy at work, his hair flinging around and arms flexing. Upon closer inspection, he was wearing leather pants and a tee with a skeleton print on it, and it fit him very well if you did say.

After several minutes, the melancholy melody came to a halt and they transitioned to a more lively, fire-y song talking about "obeying your master" or something rather. It had a pretty impressive guitar part, so you quite enjoyed that. (yes im sorry i only know it from stranger things im so sorry i'm a goth girlie, not a metalhead)

The man gets up from his seat and walks- more like strides- over to where you're sitting. You feel even smaller in front of the Goliath of a man in front of you.

"So, what did you think?" He inquires in accented monotone.

"That's what... metal is?" You tilt your head to the side, still half-expecting to be decked.

"Ja, the second song. We also do more gothic stuff, which was the first one."

"I see. It sounds..."

"Dark?" He finishes your sentence for you.

"Yes."

He looks off to the side, then back at you.

"Your name is?" You ask hesitantly.

"Me or the band?"

"You... b-but also the band!"

"Well, I am König, they-" He points to the other boys in the garage "call me Kilgore though, the guitar player is 'Phantom', and the singer is 'Leshy'. And we're all part of a group called 'Feral Woods'. And may I ask your name?"

"Oh, well... it's (y/n)."

König cocks his head to the side ever so slightly, before finally smiling for the first time.

"You are welcome to watch me practice whenever you want to, (y/n)."

You forget to thank him out of pure, unadulterated shock. The last thing you expected out of a broody, all black wearing teen was kindness. After a few more songs, your mother calls you home for dinner. You wave goodbye to the boys and tell them how nice it was to meet them before rushing home down the street.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

As you sit in your fluffy bed with a mug of tea, you think about how strange it all felt. You more or less interrupted practice for a Gothic giant twice and he showed you nothing but kindness.

Well, it doesn't matter now. I'm sure we'll both forget about each other soon, school starts tomorrow and I need to focus on my studies.

You think to yourself, looking at your pristine bookbag all packed up for the following day, and your girlish pastel outfit laid out on a chair.

I can't believe they would make my schedule like that!

You recall the email sent to you a few days ago with your attached schedule, and how you called all your friends to compare them, only to find out that you only shared 1 class with 1 of your closest friends. To make all matters worse, it was your senior year. Hell is a teenage girl, isn't that the saying?

Foreshadowing, anyone? I decided to take some liberties and make him a silly goth boy as well as a metalhead, mainly because I've never seen goth guys in media that aren't vampires tbh.

[crystalgemgirl]

Danny Phantom/Amazing Digital Circus Incorrect Quotes

(note: these will be LONG, because every line is the good. Obligatory "I don't own anything, but my Sona" message. For the full episode, go watch it on YouTube, it's from Glitch Productions)

Technus: Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus! My name is Technus! I'm your ringmaster, and I'm here to show you the most jaw-dropping, heart stopping, mind-bending paraphernalia you've ever laid your eyes upon! Isn't that right, Box Ghost?

Box Ghost: That's right, Technus! I can't wait to see what you've got cooking up for today!

Technus: Well, let's not waste any time! Let's get right into the show!

Theme Song: 🎵 *a geeky dark skinned boy holding a PDA* Tucker and *a goth girl with her arms crossed like she doesn't want to be there* Sam and *a large male with black and white hair hides in a pillow fort* Jack too *a young couple, a dark haired boy with ice blue eyes stands near a girl with long blond hair and sky blue eye behind glasses, the boy looks awkward while the girl gives a friendly wave* Danny, Diana, and *a male biker with pale skin, green eyes, and stubble on chin* Johnny 13 and *a cardboard cutout of a clown-looking ringmaster* Freakshow . *Disclaimer: Freakshow did not show up today.* Day after day after- *glitch* day after- *glitch* day after day we fly. Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why!🎵

A new character, a girl a few years older than Danny and Diana with long ginger hair, suddenly poofs in.

Jazz: W-w-wait? Huh, where am-?

Freaked out by all the zaniness going on around her, she tries to reach for an exit door, only for the door to vanish into thin air. She falls back as she avoids getting squished by a potted flower which gets stuck halfway through the ground. While backing up, she bumps into Johnny 13, who bumps into Jack, who bumps into Tucker, making him fall and drop his PDA, breaking it. Everyone looks at the newcomer.

Johnny 13: Technus, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker? 'Cause if it's a new character, we're gonna have to redo this whole theme song~!

Sam: I'm not doing that again.

Technus: My my, it appears a new human has entered this realm!

Jazz: *Trying to take her headset off* How do I... take this... headset off!?

Johnny 13: Just keep grabbing at it. That worked for all of us.

She tries, but almost pulls her eye out. She lets go, and her head snaps back into shape.

Jazz: ...What's going on? I-I-I put on some weird headset and now I'm here? Who are you people? Why can't I take it off? Where am I?!

Danny: Let's just try to calm down. *he and his girlfriend walk over to the shivering girl* Everything's gonna be okay, new stuff.

Diana: We've all been through this. You just need to get your head to-

Jazz: What the *a black censor bar covers her mouth and the word is covered up with a boing sound* is going on?! *She realizes her curse word got censored*...What-?

Technus: *wagging his finger at her* Now, now, now, my dear, we can't have any of that foul language around here. The Amazing Digital Circus is a place to be enjoyed by all ages. You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders where anything can happen! E-except for swearing.

And lo and behold, no matter how much profanity she blurts out, they just get replaced by wacky sound effects.

Jazz: ...Oh my God. Well, h-how do I, you know, leave?

Technus: *holds his finger up like he's going to answer, but can't think of a response, so he freezes* Uh-

Diana: *exchanges looks with Danny* W-Well, don't freak out about it or anything, but, uh, we don't exactly...

Johnny 13: *Bluntly* You can't.

Jazz: *turning to him* What?

Sam: *glaring at him* Shut up, Johnny. *Turns a kinder gaze to Jazz* But yeah, he's right. Welcome to your new home.

Jazz: "New home"? What do you mean?

Diana: *she and Danny look annoyed* Guys, don't be mean.

Johnny 13: We've been stuck here for years.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

it was always meant to be you.

- Lucian x Peter Vincent

❤️

I'm not sure how to make this work, but I'll try my best anyway.

Warning: for my au with vampire Peter since I tend to gravitate towards that one nowadays, Peter might have been with some people before he and Lucian became an official thing

On with the fic!

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"I hate these sorts of places." Lucian said, voice slightly hard to hear over the loud noises of people and the dreadful music playing at this Las Vegas nightclub.

"Why's that?" Peter commented, drinking a Long Island Ice Tea. Alcohol didn't affect him like it used to when he was human, but damnit if he wasn't going to try his best to get hammered by ordering the really strong drinks here.

"Too loud, the smells, the people, it's a lot." Lucian frowned. "I don't know how you stand it, especially with your new senses."

"I'm used to it, had a life before actual vampire huntin', babe." Peter sniffed, then regretted it. "Not used to the senses thing though, lots of... lots of funk around here. For fuck's sake, shower before you decide to go clubbin'!" He shouted at someone who walked past them.

Lucian chuckled softly, shaking his head. "We didn't have to come here, you know? I know you want to include me in your interests, but if you're having trouble, we can go somewhere else."

"My other choice was this cool theater that plays classic horror movies, but they're closed for repairs this month." Peter grumbled, which Lucian was probably able to pick up because of his own enhanced hearing.

"I am sure that we will be able to attend a showing of something in due time. No werewolf films though."

"Boo! You're no fun!"

"They are tragic and make my brethren out to be mindless, blood thirsty beasts."

"Lucian." Peter gave him a look. "You told me that your brethren are like that."

He got a look in return, that quickly dissolved when someone shouted Peter's name. Peter whipped around, seeing a man in black, with long, dark hair, waving over at him. Wracking his brain for a moment to remember who this was, he winced and turned away quickly. "Fuck, fuck, let's go."

"Someone you do not wish to talk to?" Lucian asked.

"Somethin' like that, let's go!" He moved to get up from his seat, but felt a hand on his back. He groaned and turned to face the man. "Mark...! Hey!" He said, trying to smile.

"Dude, where've you been? Me and the boys were wonderin' if you'd ever come back! Not even answering our calls, what's up with that?"

"Been busy. Got a show and a life, can't always come to goth nightclubs and shit, ya know?"

"You're not busy right now, are you? Got some stuff you might be interested in, and-" Mark seemed to notice Lucian and raised an eyebrow. "Got a friend?"

Peter wanted the ground to swallow him whole. "He's... Lucian. He's my..."

"I'm his partner." Lucian spoke up, calm as anything, but his eyes showed a storm.

"Partner?" Mark snorted. "Like, for work? Cause Petey here don't do relationships! Not since his last girlfriend!"

"For fuck's sake, Mark..." Peter groaned.

"I assure you that Peter and I are in a relationship." Lucian replied, and Peter felt his shitty vampire heart skip a rare beat. It still caught him off-guard that he was actually in a relationship with this guy, even though it had started weeks ago.

"Soooo... is it, like, an open thing or...?" Peter shoved Mark away and gave him a tired look.

"Mark, dude, you and the boys were fun, but I'm not doin' the fuck buddy thing anymore. Got myself a mate, ya know? Come on, babe, let's get the hell outta here." Peter snatched Lucian's arm, pushing him towards the door, ignoring Mark's shouts that faded with the background noise of the club.

They stepped outside and Peter groaned, slapping his hands over his face. "Fuck you, past me, you absolute idiot."

"What was that all about?" Lucian asked.

"Me being an idiot who really, really needs to learn to cope with things better than with sex, drugs, and beer."

He looked at Lucian, who was looking at him curiously, as if asking for him to continue without voicing it. Peter sighed loudly and started to walk down the streets, heading for wherever the hell they parked his car.

"Met the guy a while back, him and his little group of gothy friends. I was... look, I kept lookin' at him and his friends and saw things I wanted and I was sad and tired and dealin' with all this vampire shit. And somethin' else. So, I took 'em up on their offer and went home with them and then did it a few more times afterwards until I realized I wasn't really gettin' anything from it."

"And what was it you wanted?" Lucian asked, walking alongside him.

Peter stopped under the light of a streetlight, looking at that forever young face, those impossible eyes. Fuck, Lucian was beautiful and scary and so much more. Peter was too sober for this. "I went with them because of how they dressed, all leather coats and gloves and combat boots. Two of the guys had beards like yours, one of them had hazel eyes, and Mark's got the same kinda hair."

"You slept with those men because you saw me in them?"

"Physically, yeah." Peter was looking at his shoes now. "But it wasn't what I wanted, who I wanted. It was always meant to be you, who I laid in bed with, chatted with, slept with. Fuck, Lucian, I really like you, a whole lot. Lot more than just wantin' a good lay and maybe someone to tell me I'm pretty.

I like you, Lucian. And I didn't want to tell you for the longest time cause I thought it was stupid to get my hopes up, cause I thought you would dip out and forget about me. Why bother with anything other than a casual friendship with a pathetic excuse for a vampire and an even bigger excuse of an actor?"

Lucian stepped closer, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder. "I was prepared to throw that Mark person across the room, if that makes you feel better."

Peter blinked, then snorted, laughed, and shook his head. "Holy shit, babe. It... yeah, it does, the mental image, but we'd get into a lot of trouble, so I'm glad you didn't."

"I'm sorry I made you wait."

"It's okay. I'm glad I was dumb enough to snog you in that parking garage."

"While we were covered in blood and gore."

"I told you, dumb enough."

Lucian smiled. "Yes, and I suppose that I Can't blame you for taking advantage of the moment. Come, let's return to the penthouse, I think we both need a night in."

"Can we get drunk?"

"We can try. Or you can, you still seem determined to."

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Peter would sleep with guys that remind him of Lucian and still know it's not what he wants. He wants the real deal!

[snowywisp]

Hi! I'm Alice and I'm really crappy at introductions, but welcome to my tumblr! I'm a webcomic creator of SCORNED and I currently have another webcomic that I'm aiming to release next year!

So, let's start off with SCORNED

SCORNED is a dark fantasy webcomic that follows the tale of Hel, a witch with a thousand year old promise to end the one who took everything from her. Through the years she's made friends, allies and enemies, the most recent person to enter her life is a vampire named Annie. Right now, Hel feels closer than ever to fulfilling her promise. Perks of SCORNED?

The main cast is all female!

LGBTQ+ friendly!

Goth babes

weird romance stuff

you can read the comic here: https://scorned-comic.com/ (it is currently on a bit of a hiatus because I get waves of severe depression that unfortunately stop me from doing anything productive.)

Now, let's go into SCARRED EDEN, my comic that's hopefully comic out next year!

SCARRED EDEN is a sci-fi fantasy story that follows around a naive and horny princess (oh btw this is a strictly adult comic) that ends up in the care of a very big angry-looking man that could split people in half, in sexy and non-sexy ways. I'd go more in-depth with the story, but since it hasn't come out yet, I don't want to reveal TOO much :p Now, why should you be excited for SCARRED EDEN?

adult webcomic and we all need more of those

slow burn romance most likely

also LGBTQ+ friendly!

space bunnies

also probably has weird romance stuff

and of course, we get to see some tiddies and peen

So, SCARRED EDEN does have a site, but... why even go to it when the comic is coming out next year? :p

now webcomics aside, why even bother following me? You don't have to, BUT if you do you get to see some art, WIPs of the comics, and just dumb posts, if I make any. But seriously, I do post art things like:

Anyway... that's all I really have to post for now! I do have a twitter and a patreon!

Thanks for reading ^-^

[drebur123]

Promptober Day: 6

Trick-or-Treating | Child!Minx X Child!Reader

Prompt: "Trick-or-treating" 

(wc: 546)

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"Be careful!" My mother calls out as I rush out the door. "I will!" I assure her, starting down the road to the end of the block, where my friend sits underneath the stop sign. "Finally- What are you wearing?" Minx asks as soon as they see me.

"Look, Minx, not everyone is rich." I scoff, folding my arms over my chest. "I only paid a few dollars for mine. You have a sheet with holes in it." 

"And? It's not like your costume is better." They're going as some singer from a band they like. A goth band to be exact. "Whatever. Let's go before all the little kids get all the good stuff." That's the problem going as a teenager. 

The young children get all the good stuff because they're cute or whatever. We, we're just there. Besides, the kids go out first because of their bedtime. It's currently seven p.m. and the sun is just setting. 

An envelope of darkness slowly swallows the sky as it becomes later and later. The first house we hit is Minx's next-door neighbors. A sweet old couple lives there and they often ask us if we want to dog sit for them.

And we do. Minx is the one to knock on the door this time and we wait for it to open. Mrs. Smith answers, a large mixing bowl tucked in his arm. "Oh, kids! How are you two?" She greets with a friendly smile. 

"We're doing fine, how are you?" I reply. "Frank and I are doing alright. You two are our first Trick-or-Treaters tonight," she says, holding out the bowl for us to pick a few pieces. I go for (favorite candy) and Minx picks something random. 

"I'd love to talk longer, but Frank and I were just in the middle if making cookies." Minx and I both nod, mildly glad she doesn't want to talk longer. She's the type that'll take you into a conversation, then never let you out.

"Ok, talk to you later," Minx speaks, with a small wave of their free hand. "Bye!" With that the door is closed and we start on our way to the next house that looks kind of like they're handing out Halloween. 

 "Ugg, I picked up a rubber," Minx groans, looking at the eraser in the shape of a black cat. "Aw, that sucks." I comment. They look up from the eraser to me. "You want it? I don't." I nod, holding out my basket.  

Before I can even react, they drop in the rubber, only to take out a piece of candy with it. "Hey, that wasn't part of the deal!" They chuckle, opening the package anyways. 

~~~~~

Minx and I finished out the rest of the night going door to door, occasionally trading off pieces with each other. "I should get home," I say, "My mother's probably getting worried." They nod humming an ok.

"Your mother's too strict. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow." They state, playing around with the mini Rubix Cube they acquired from one of the many houses we paid a visit to. "Ok, bye."  

We share a hug, before departing from each other. 

[teddy06writes]

Winning a Date

rquested by this anon: “Hey, can I request a lil thing of Karl x punk! Reader, maybe meeting when they participate in a MrBeast challenge and Karl keeps flirting and interacting with the reader and generally admiring their outfits and aesthetic. That would be so cute I think! (Gender neutral pronouns?)” 

Karl x punk!reader

trigger warnings: a few swears

premise: you end up being picked off the street for one of Mr. Beasts last to leave challenges, (they were scared to talk to you at first, you could tell) and meet Karl during the challenge, and end up strikeing a deal when it comes down to the two of you

{we’re pretending covid isn’t a thing}

{Also all my stuff is gender neutral unless specified other wise in the request}

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You weren’t too sure how you ended up here-

well- you did know, someone from one of your classes had asked you if you had a free week end to help about with something one of there friend was doing, and subsequently found yourself being volunteered to take place in a challenge to win a car- but still, you found yourself wondering how you’d gotten into this as you knocked on the warehouse door. 

You could hear laughing from inside as the door swung open to reveal a tall man with a mustache, who at first seemed surprised upon seeing you and your outfit but quickly recovered, “Oh you must be Ethan’s friend. Come on in, I’m Jimmy.”

“(y/n).” You offered, following him into the warehouse. 

“Okay- so- we’re shooting to start filming in like, half an hour, so come and meet the guys, we can hangout and finish setting up.” 

You nodded, watching the hive of activity centering around a lambo where camera’s and lights were being set up. 

“Right, that’s Chris, Chandler, Noah, Garrett, Tareq, Bailey, Tyler, and your gonna be playing against, Sarah, Danny and Karl. Guys this is (y/n).” 

You waved awkwardly before stuffing your hand back in your jacket pocket, feeling slightly uncomfortable as they offered hello’s back, clearly someone intimidated by your dark, custom roughed up clothes, Karl’s eyes seeming to linger on the pins and patches that adorned you jacket. 

Soon enough cameras were rolling and Jimmy was yelling an introduction, telling you all to put a hand on the car. 

Three minutes in and Karl began cracking jokes, grinning at you and the other contestants, (though mostly you) and making vague threats about how he was gonna win. 

About ten minutes later Tareq approached you with a camera, “So how are you feeling about the competition? You think your gonna win?” 

“Oh definitely.” You chuckled. 

“Your not worried about the competition?” 

“No way-” 

“Oh you should be!” Karl called from the other side of the car. 

You scoffed, using your free hand to gesture to your old, paint splattered combat boots, “Oh yeah, look at me. I’m quaking in my custom baby seal leather boots.” 

Just about everyone laughed, Karl snorting and saying, “Yeah they really complete the whole goth thing you have going.” 

“It’s not goth!” You protested, trying not to laugh, “I’m not a goth!” 

“Well what’s the difference?” Sarah laughed, “They seem the same to me.” 

“Goth is just darkness, punk is more ‘eat the rich’ ish.” You shrugged, rubbing at your forehead. 

“So your like destroy the government?” Karl chuckled. 

“No- I’m like destroy capitalism.” 

~~ Time passed, you joking- or was it flirting?- between you and Karl continued, escalating even, as he stole your jacket after you had carefully discarded it-

‘Dude what are you doing?’

‘it’s cold’ 

‘I literally took off the jacket because it was too hot’-

-and your competitors slowly left, Danny leaving first after a fluked hand leaving the car, and now Sarah, leaving desperately needing to use the bathroom. 

“That leaves Karl and (y/n) duking it out for the lambo!” Jimmy announced. 

You sighed, glancing at the clock on the far wall, you’d been at it for nearly 10 hours, and now it was just you and Karl, standing next to each other, chatting amicably. 

Nearly an hour later Karl sighed, “You really aren’t going to give up are you?” 

“Nope.” You popped the P.

“I guess we’re gonna be here a while.” He chuckled. 

“Well, if your not leaving anytime soon, and I’m not leaving anytime soon,” You took a deep breath, “How about a deal?” 

He looked at you, “What kind of deal?” 

“I’ll take my hand off the car,” Another deep breath you steeled yourself, “You take me on a date.” 

Karl blinked, before opening his mouth with a smirk to negotiate, “I keep you jacket incase I get cold.” 

You laughed, “Deal.” 

Karl leaned over, bravely placing a small peck on your lips, “Deal. Now get your hand off the car.” 

You laughed pulling your hand from the car, “Fine fine.” 

Everyone around you began to laugh and cheer, Jimmy making his way through the chaos to address a camera, “And congratulations to (y/n) for winning the challenge!” 

“Hey! I’m the one who won the car!” Karl yelled. 

“They won the date!” 

You grinned, “That I did.” 

[honey-dewey]

Pink Bubblegum and Platform Boots

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 2,756

Warnings: None

Dio was a bad boy. A goth, as some would say. He’s proud of it, proud of his leather and spike studded aesthetic. The litany of tattoos and piercings. So of course, when he falls in love, he expects someone like him. He does not expect to fall head over platform heels in love with the pink Lolita princess who lives in the apartment next door

Dio Morrissey was not a kind guy. He was tough and silent and a definite lone wolf. His entire aesthetic was grimoires and black and leather. He was tattooed and pierced and never smiled. He was not a good person, and he knew that. 

Yet, there was one bright spot in his otherwise shadowed life. 

His neighbor. 

You were his literal opposite. A cutesy, pastel pink, lace covered lolita. From what he could tell, you were as sweet as your wardrobe, always saying hello to everyone in the building as you headed to work. Every day seemed to be amazing for you, and you always wore a bright smile. 

Everything you did was sickeningly sweet. You were everything he told himself he hated. Pastels and colors and sunshine. 

So of course, Dio was absolutely in love with you. 

“Dio! Earth to Dio!” Raven said, waving her hand in front of his face as he watched his neighbor come into the building. “Fuck! What’s up with you?” 

Her gaze followed his, smirking when she realized what he was staring at. “Oh? Is little Dio in love?” 

“Dio’s in what?” Ace said, coming back onto the balcony with beers. “I swear you just said the L word.” 

“I did!” Raven said eagerly, kicking her feet and grinning slyly at Dio. “What’s her name?” 

“I don’t fucking know,” Dio grumbled into his beer bottle, outright lying because of course he knew your name. “And I don’t know because I’m not in love with her!” 

Raven and Ace looked at each other and both broke out into laughter. 

That night, when Dio was escorting his friends out of his apartment, the door next to his opened up.

Immediately, both Ace and Raven lit up. “Is that her?” 

Dio swore, seeing you coming out of your apartment, walking towards the elevator. Which meant you had to pass Dio and his friends. 

“Hey Dio,” you said sweetly, waving and walking past. 

Dio simply sighed, realizing exactly what was about to happen now. “Hey. Heading out?” 

You nodded, pushing the elevator button as Dio and his friends got closer. “Yeah. The local fabric barn is having a huge sale on their deadstock stuff. I wanna get out there before the sun goes down.” 

“Huh.” Dio nodded, giving Ace a death glare as he smiled. “Sounds fun.” 

“It is!” You said eagerly, adjusting your adorable lavender dress as you walked onto the elevator, followed by Dio and his friends. “I bet you could find some good stuff there. I saw a beautiful tarot card fabric last time I went.” 

Raven perked up at that. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” Just like that, you were pulling your phone out to show Raven the fabric, her immediately gushing over how nice it was. 

“If I see it there today, I’ll get you some,” you said, pocketing your phone as the elevator reached the ground floor. 

Ace and Raven waved as they left, leaving you and Dio alone outside the elevator. 

“Are you heading out too?” You asked Dio, looking curiously at him. 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dio grumbled, trying his best to keep his reputation intact. It was so hard not to let himself, the real him, out when talking to you. 

You smiled. “That’s okay. Have a good night Dio!” 

As you walked away, Dio battled his emotions for all of twenty seconds before running after you. “Wait!” 

“Hm?” You turned, skirt swinging and head tipping ever so slightly. “Yeah?” 

Dio stopped, suddenly hesitant. But he wasn’t the kind of guy who backed down from anything. “Can I come with you? Fabric shopping, that is.” 

Almost instantly, you lit up. “Of course! Come on!” 

You two made for a very odd pair heading down the street, Dio’s dark leather and metal studded aesthetic a complete opposite from your pastel sweets and soft ribbon look. Yet, you matched in a very odd way, like two puzzle pieces. Especially when, upon coming up on a busy crosswalk, you anxiously took his hand, almost causing poor Dio to combust. His rings were cold on your skin, but his hand itself was nice and warm. 

When you finished crossing the street, you didn’t drop Dio’s hand, merely continuing to walk with him, connected by your interlaced fingers. He didn’t tug away, despite the feeling of complete anxiety in his chest. 

Of course, the fabric shop finally showed up, and you eagerly pulled Dio inside. It was a maze, with tall shelves full of bolts of fabric and smaller shelves stacked with containers of buttons and ribbons and threads. 

“So what are you looking for?” Dio asked, looking at the employee who was staring at him. 

“I don’t know,” you said happily, heading towards the pastel fabrics. “That’s the point! I have a budget but no plan. I just wanna see what catches my eye.” 

Dio followed after you, very much like a lost puppy, as you hummed and looked over the messily stacked fabric bolts. You found a few you liked, humming as you took pictures and continued on. 

Eventually, Dio got so uncomfortable that you actually noticed. “Why don’t you go traverse the black fabrics,” you said softly, tugging on his sleeve. “See if you can find that tarot bolt I was talking about.” 

Dio gladly left the bright colors and shuffled through the dark blacks, occasionally finding something interesting. 

Eventually, you found him, a bag in hand full of fabrics. “Hey. Find anything good?” 

Dio shrugged. He had found the tarot fabric, which he showed you, and he hesitantly showed off another fabric bolt he found. It wasn’t black, but a deep navy, printed with beautiful silver stars and thin lines to create constellations. “This is nice.” 

“It is,” you agreed softly, taking the loose fabric end and smiling. “It’s very nice. Perfect dress making fabric.” 

You snapped a photo of it before walking off, Dio following you to the ribbon and lace section. You hummed to yourself, picking out a few different things. A roll of white lace, a few different ribbons in various colors and sizes, two packs of pearly white buttons. It was a hodgepodge of items, but you didn’t mind. 

“I’m gonna go have a smoke,” Dio said to you at one point. “Meet you outside.” 

“Yep.” You examined a roll of lace, looking up at Dio and smiling. “I’m almost done. Might need a few more things, but I shouldn’t be any longer than fifteen minutes.” 

Dio left, leaving you to eagerly pick out a few items for your next big project. A roll of delicate black lace, two ribbons in black and navy, a few black buttons, and the most important part. The navy constellation fabric. 

You paid for the items and left, seeing Dio waiting just outside. He put his cigarette out and began to walk beside you, instinctively grabbing your hand as you two came up on the busy crosswalk again. 

“Find everything you needed?” He finally asked, squeezing your hand to grab your attention. 

“Mhm!” You hummed happily. “And some things I didn’t, but that’s okay.” 

By the time you had reached the apartment building, it was well after dark. Dio insisted on walking you to your door, despite your laughter infused attempt to remind him that you were neighbors. 

“I’ll see you around Dio,” you said, opening your door and slipping inside. 

Dio smiled, actually smiled, at you. “Yeah. See you around.” 

You two did much more than that. Next time Raven visited Dio, she insisted upon seeing you, which meant that you were now settled upon Dio’s old ass couch, chatting away with Raven. You were a huge contrast to the entire apartment, in your pretty pink skirt with merry-go-round ponies on the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath it. 

Eventually, when Dio went out onto the balcony to have a cigarette, Raven turned to you, her eyes alight. “He really likes you.” 

“Dio?” You peered at the balcony, where Dio was leaning against the rail, a cigarette hanging off his lips. “He’s my neighbor.” 

Raven snorted. “Honey, that boy is head over ridiculously large platform heels in love with you.” 

Now it was your turn to make a noise of disbelief. “No he isn’t.” 

“Yeah, he is.” Raven put a hand on your knee, smiling. “Let me tell you. Dio is not a going out kind of guy. But he went on and on about your fabric shopping date for almost half an hour that night. He genuinely enjoyed it.” 

You were quiet. “He enjoyed it?” 

“Hell yeah he did!” Raven said happily. “I haven’t seen Dio that happy about being out since, well, ever.” 

Dio chose that moment to return, settling in a chair and looking between you and Raven. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing!” Raven said, leaning back. “Hey, how’s that skirt coming along?” 

You perked up, telling Raven all about the tarot skirt you were making for her. 

“All I need to do is put the elastic in and it should be done!” You finished after a few minutes. “You can come pick it up whenever, I’ll probably finish tonight.” 

Raven promised to come get the skirt next time she visited Dio. You waved, watching her leave. 

“So,” you said, standing and adjusting your skirt. “I’ll see you soon?” 

Dio stood as well, coming over to your side. “Yeah. Soon.” 

“Perfect!” You grinned, taking his hands and looking down at them. You pressed a finger into a small tattoo he had on the back of one hand, feeling his pulse jump beneath your skin. “I’ve been meaning to go back out and grab more fabrics. Think you’ll be up for it?” 

Dio shrugged. “Sure.” 

Which was how your monthly fabric dates became a thing. The monthly outings turned quickly into weekly dates, mostly at one of your apartments. When you were alone, it was like you had a completely different Dio. He smiled, leaning across your countertops to take cookies from you. He went on and on about Ancient Greek mythology, a childlike wonder to his voice. He was touchy and cuddly and although he was definitely still the stubborn goth who lived next door, he was no longer as guarded and emotionless. By that time, you were no longer neighbors. No longer friends. Your relationship was beyond that. Not quite lovers, but not not lovers either. 

About a year after you two started to go out, Dio got super lonely one night. It was Friday, one night before date night, but he needed you. Needed to be beside you. 

He trailed over to your apartment after some consideration, knocking hesitantly. You opened the door after a few seconds, grinning brightly upon seeing Dio. “Hey Dio! What’s up?” 

Dio hesitated. You’d changed out of the frilly, baby blue dress and fluffy petticoat you’d worn to work, abandoning it for a pair of white overall shorts with a soft pink shirt underneath. Sometimes he forgot you weren’t always wearing those dresses. “Uh. Can I come in?” 

It was an odd question. Dio never asked to come in. You usually had to ask him, and even then it took some pestering. “Of course. C’mere.” 

Dio shuffled in, kicking off his boots and dropping almost two inches, making you smile. “So. What brings you to my apartment?” 

“I dunno,” Dio mumbled, standing awkwardly in your entryway. 

You smiled, coming closer and taking Dio’s hands. You slowly traced each tattoo he had, taking special interest in the one on the back of his hand, between his thumb and forefinger, as usual. “Lonely?” 

“In a way.” 

You tugged him further into the apartment. “Take your coat off Dio. I wanna show you something.” 

Dio followed you, hanging his coat up on the coat rack as he went. You pushed open the door to a spare bedroom, only it wasn’t a bedroom. It was a sewing room. 

Every inch of the room was covered in colorful fabric and delicate lace. Half finished projects littered the various surfaces, the most prominent a mess of beautiful pastel purple fabric piled up next to the sewing machine. But what caught Dio’s eye was the mostly finished dress on the dress form in the corner. 

The dress itself was darker than anything Dio had ever seen you wear. A rich royal navy studded with faded silver stars, connected by thin lines of thread to make constellations. The dress would be knee length on you, with a layer of black lace around the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath, also in black. You’d layered a frilly black shirt underneath the dress as well, the long sleeves and silky ribbons doing terrible things to Dio’s imagination. 

“So?” You asked hesitantly. “What do you think?”

Dio was dead silent, unable to form the thoughts into words. “Is it done?” 

“Almost,” you said, turning the dress form around and showing Dio the collection of black metal loops on the back. “I have to finish putting the loops on, then it’ll be done.” 

Dio stepped closer, running a hesitant hand over the fabric. “Is this?” 

“That fabric we found when we went shopping? Yeah.” 

Dio froze, hand still on the fabric. “I didn’t know you bought it.” 

“I did,” you said, coming up behind him, wrapping him in a hug and pressing a cheek in between his shoulder blades. “I wanted to surprise you.” 

Speechless, Dio melted into your embrace, turning around so you could tuck your head into his chest. You smiled, humming softly. “You’re a good man Dio Morrissey. I hope you know that.” 

That was the last straw. You felt Dio’s chest heave, and with a slight shock, you realized Dio was crying. 

“Oh,” you murmured, reaching up and wiping away his tears. “Oh Dio. Hey, it’s okay. Look at me, there you go. It’s okay.” 

Dio took a stuttering breath, hugging you close. “I love you,” he stammered between breaths. “I love you so fucking much.” 

You smiled, wrapping Dio in a hug and smoothing a hand up and down his back. “I love you too Dio.” 

Just like that, it became official. Your date the next day was a real date, out to the park and then dinner. You eagerly finished up the star dress, getting dressed and ready while Dio waited outside your bathroom. 

“Dio!” You called, arms aching as you let them fall to your sides. “Dio! Come here!” 

The door opened, Dio’s face poking through the crack. “Yeah?” 

“Lace me up?” You asked, showing him the back of the dress, which was shut with a zipper, but was cinched at the waist with a ribbon in a very corset-esque fashion. The only problem? You couldn’t lace it yourself. 

Dio was completely frozen in the doorway, his eyes going up and down and up and down as he processed your outfit and how you looked. It took a solid two minutes before he responded. “You look amazing.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a laugh. “Now c’mon. Don’t be afraid to squeeze me into this dress,” you said, handing Dio the silky black ribbon that matched the ones on your shirt. 

He expertly threaded the ribbon, taking his time and definitely not hesitating to pull on the ribbon to really fit the dress to you. 

“Thanks!” You said once he was done, turning to the makeup scattered across the bathroom. “Now. The fun part.” 

Dio watched with pure curiosity as you put your makeup on. It was all okay until the colorful stuff, at which point he stopped you before you made a horrible mistake. 

“How about I do this part?” He said, taking the brush and tapping the excess powder into the sink. “Close your eyes.” 

You did as he asked, giggling when he took your face with one hand to steady you. “God your hands are huge.” 

Dio smiled. “Mhm. And yours aren’t.” 

More laughter echoed through the bathroom, and Dio paused in the makeup so you could laugh. 

“Okay,” you said, finally straightening. “We’re gonna be late. Let’s hurry up.” 

Ten minutes later, Dio had perfected your makeup, and you loved it. Lacing up your black shoes and adjusting your black socks, you looped an arm with Dio’s and walked towards the elevator together. 

“So,” you finally said once you two had reached the park. “Dio Morrissey. The biggest, baddest boy on the block, has fallen in love with the resident princess. How the hell does that happen?” 

Dio shrugged, putting an arm around you. “I dunno. But I’m glad it did.”

[enjoyinghungrilee]

Of All The Trades (Part 1)

Summary: How Jack and Abby first meet.

Content Warnings: None

Jack tried their best for this. They quietly chided themselves in 'why did you think taking a computer science course was a good idea' in the back of their mind. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. They might need the knowledge for website development and editing in the future.

They pinched their fingers at the bridge of their nose and sighed softly. Jack picked up their books and stuff them into their back. Class was over.

Now, it was time they got home. They needed to make haste in getting back to meet their new roommate. Jack had rented a small half house down in the college town while they went to their college and the price had been a bit... too much. A roommate was needed and someone was coming early this morning to start bringing their things in to the extra room. They dreaded it a bit because they weren't the most social, but they could manage. The emails and phone calls told them said new roomie wasn't all bad.

As they tried to leave the classroom, they were stopped by a group of three women who stood outside the classroom and blocked the door. Jack stood by, looking clearly conflicted in asking them to move. The three of them were all chatting softly and smiling at each other. It'd be rude to interrupt, right...?

"But good luck on your website, I'm sure you'll be fine! You're good at computers and design," one of the women said, a sandy blonde crown of curly hair adorned her head.

The redhead with a long bob cut she was talking to smiled sheepishly and waved her hands in the air. "Stop! I'm just doing my best, don't kiss up to me," she teased.

Jack tried to clear their throat softly to try and get the girls to take notice and move out of the way.

The two girls who had started the conversation, included the blonde, and they both gave them sideways glances. Their appearance and goth clothing style seemed to throw them off a bit.

"Oh!" the redhead smiled and gently tugged on her friend's arm. "Move out of the way, Celia, people need to leave." She flashed them a smile as she pulled her friend free of the doorway. "Sorry about that!"

They tried to flash a wary smile as they dodged around them. It probably looked more like a grimace to the three friends. Jack huffed inwardly and hurried themselves along. No need to make it awkward.

Hurry back to the flat, get a little cleaned up, and meet the new roommate. They tried not to focus on that awkward confrontation as they hurried up to take long strides and hurry themselves along.

-

Jack sighed deeply as they finished putting the dishes in the tiny kitchen away. The house they rented wasn't much more than a small cabin, but it was home away from home.

They felt a nervousness in their gut at having to meet a new roommate. It wasn't a bad thing, but they were nervous about having the idea of sharing a space with someone they barely knew. Most of their friends already had dorms or apartments. They couldn't convince one of them to move in with them. They sighed deeply and finished putting away their two mugs.

"It'll be fine, Jack," they attempted to reassure themselves. It wasn't going to be bad.

As if reading their mind, someone knocked on the front door. Jack scrubbed their hands on the black pants they wore to get rid of the remaining water on their hands from washing and drying dishes.

"Coming!" they called.

Jack made their way to the door and steeled themselves with a deep breath and brushing some hair from their face. Then, they opened the door.

In front of them stood one of the girls from earlier. The redhead who had chastised her friends for standing in the doorway of their classroom. She had fairly bright red hair and other than that oddity, she was... fairly normal. And fairly cute. At least normal by their standards. A little too normal, maybe. Compared to them and their goth hair cut, piercings, and dark clothes, she was normal. It gave him a small relief to see her so average, even if it was a little odd.

"Hi- oh!! You! I met you earlier!" she smiled brightly at him. The girl set one of her bags down to shake his hand. "My name's Abigail, we talked on the phone to rent a room?"

They tried not to laugh and a smile quirked at their lips.

"Nice to meet you," their voice was low and shy, absolutely the opposite of their appearance.

"Thanks for inviting me, I can't wait to get to know you." Abigail smiled so bright again and they led her inside. "Now, where can I put my stuff?"

This was going to be the beginning of what they hoped was a decent friendship.

[ecto-american]

Hello there! I forgot if I asked this before (my apologies if I did, I don't mean to rush you, take all the time you need), but I was wondering if you were able to possibly continue of have a part two for that one request where Star stumbled upon Sam and Danny playing bowling. I really enjoyed it, and would love to see more. Thanks!

I take prompts within reason but literally never expect me to write it within any reasonable amount of time because ho boy

The first part mentioned in the post

But why Sam? Out of all girls in town? Well, ghosts were spooky, makes sense that they’d attach themselves to goths like moths to a light. Did that mean the ghost boy hung out with a lot of local goths? No...surely at least one of them would have spilled the beans. 

Star stared off into nothing as she thought, only-half listening to her boyfriend’s commentary on the game. While she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, the popular teen couldn’t help but let her gaze fall into the loser trio’s direction. They were a few lanes down from them, bowling. Why they were in public being losers was beyond her. Especially knowing that Sam’s basement had a bowling alley.

Danny bowled, and he did an excited jump, saying something to the other losers. He had gotten a strike. This was his third one. Valerie had told her he was good at bowling, but she didn’t really ever think much about it. Her cousin was sulking, as normal for her weird, goth self. Sam glanced in her direction, and they met eyes. Star looked away to stare at her own game. Paulina was up, and as normal, she wasn’t a very good bowler. She got a gutter and was complaining to Dash about it.

Star lightly sipped a milkshake to avoid needing to reply, until Kwan finally snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Hey, Starlight? You okay?” he questioned. She glanced at him, and she shrugged.

“Just lost in thought,” she replied honestly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Kwan was always such a sweetie, and Star couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s just some weird family stuff I can’t quite figure out,” she confessed. It was Kwan’s turn to steal a glance at the loser trio.

“Something happen with Sam?” he asked quietly. Kwan was the only one who knew the cousin connection, and he only knew because her parents had accidentally told him. If anybody besides Kwan, who for some reason really liked Sam, knew that she was cousins with that goth freak, her social life would be over. 

“...Sorta.” Star went back to watching them. The three had seemingly completely stopped their game, instead exchanging looks to each other.

And suddenly, they completely abandoned their game.

She didn’t even hide her confusion as she watched them simply...leave. As a group, with their game not even half over and leaving behind nothing, still in their bowling shoes, collectively going towards the back door. Where were they going? They had to be coming back, Sam would have never dared to leave her favorite pair of boots behind. 

Kwan noticed too.

“What’s up with them?” he asked. 

“I have no idea,” she mused. She stood up. “I’m going to go see. Just bowl for me if you want, or Dash can.”

“Gotcha!” Kwan nodded. “Let me know if you need help.”

“I can handle a goth,” Star lightly joked, smiling as she began to make her way towards them.

Sam was the last in line to exit out the back door, but she had seen Star coming for her, and she paused. She turned to her friends, saying something Star couldn’t make out before shutting the door on them. Sam turned to stare at Star as she approached, frowning.

“What the fuck is with you?” Sam demanded to know the second Star was close enough. “You’ve been super weird since Saturday. You actually texted me. You never text me.”

“Well yeah,” Star scoffed, crossing her arms. “I saw you and Phantom bowling together, and now you’re here? Bowling again?”

“Will you stop that?” Sam grumbled. Her hands went to her hips. “I was home alone all Saturday until you and Aunt Rene showed up. Nothing happened. Stop spreading false rumors just because you need a popularity boost in your prep crowd.”

“I don’t need anything from you,” Star replied. “Besides the truth I mean. Something’s going on. I wanna know what it is.” 

“Nothing’s going on,” Sam argued. “Why are you so hung up on this?”

“Because I know I saw something! I heard something!” Star insisted. She jumped, and Sam flinched as a loud crashing noise came from above. 

Star jerked her head to the ceiling, but saw nothing. She glanced at Sam, seeing her cousin stare worriedly above. It was obviously ghosts, any Amity Park resident could tell you that much. 

...Is that why Sam and her friends were eager to go? To see the ghosts? How did they know that there was a ghost fight going on before anybody else? That had to mean that her weird loser friends knew Phantom too. But Fenton’s parents hunted ghosts, didn’t they? They were the weirdos in town that wore jumpsuits everywhere. Maybe they had a tracker device? 

“We should leave,” Star spoke up. “Ghosts are dangerous.” She could have sworn that she saw Sam roll her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Sam just seemed to brush off the danger. There were hard thuds on the ceiling, making the room shake, and Star flinched. 

“That doesn’t sound fine,” Star frowned. 

Sam opened her mouth to reply, only for the ceiling to completely collapse as a ghost rammed inside. Star flew back a few feet from the impact, doing a roll as she was only stopped by the railing that separated the main floor from the bowling lanes. All the lights had gone out, and she could hear people scrambling for the exit. 

She looked up to see a full black ghost with its hands around Phantom’s neck, pressing him into the ground. Phantom kicked the ghost off, blasting him with some kind of green energy she had seen him use several times before the ghost screeched in pain, letting go of him and slithering off into the darkness of the bowling alley. 

“Are you okay?” Phantom’s voice asked, and Star immediately panicked. Sam.

She rushed over to see Phantom phasing Sam out from under some rubble, moving her away a few feet behind the bowling shoes counter. Star fell to her knees next to them. Sam looked dirty and had a few immediate scraps and bruises that began to form. Her foot was the worst. She couldn’t tell so much in the dark, but Star knew something was off. 

“I got her,” Star assured the ghost. He looked at her, almost...quizzingly. “She’s my cousin, I’ll ride with her to the hospital and call Aunt Pam.” 

Phantom blinked in absolute awe, glancing between her and the goth with disbelief. Well, it probably was kind of hard to believe. They were nothing alike. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. Why was he so hung up on that? 

“Wait, what?” 

Sam scowled, grabbing Phantom by the collar and yanking him to her.

“Danny, go stop the damn ghost already!” she snapped at him. Danny? Oh, right. Danny Phantom. So weird that Fenton and Phantom shared a name. Well, Danny wasn’t that uncommon. They had several Dannys in their grade. 

Phantom broke out of his stupor, and he nodded. He took her hand off him, and he lightly squeezed it. Like they knew each other. It was subtle, but Star saw the touch and that brief look of intimate concern for her. 

“Get out,” he spoke to Star, and he soon jumped over the counter, and back into the action.

Star watched his leap, before she returned to Sam. With Phantom gone, Sam seemed to finally break a little. She had tears in her eyes now, and she gave a hard sniffle as she tried to not openly cry. Family rivalry was brushed aside, and Star leaned in to hug her. Surprisingly, one of Sam’s arms wrapped around her in a light hug back.

“Come on,” Star said quietly. She let go, and she got to her knees, staying squatted next to her cousin. Sam stared at her, lip quivering.

“I’m not going to be able to walk,” she complained quietly. 

Another glance at the injury, and well, yeah. No way Sam was walking on that kind of a twisted ankle. 

“It’s okay,” Star soothed. “I’ll help.”

Star glanced around, seeing the ghost fight finally be taken out of the bowling alley and back outside. The emergency exit they were by before was completely blocked, and several lanes had been torn up. But at least it was ghost-free from the immediate looks of it. 

She sighed with relief, standing up before holding her hands out to Sam. She pulled Sam to her foot, quickly shifting as they put their arms around each other’s shoulder. Sam leaned into her, and Star wrapped her arm around her waist, and they began to slowly make their way out, staying hugged along the wall. 

“Star! Sam!” The girls snapped their head towards Kwan, who had rushed up to them. He looked a bit disheveled, mostly dirty more than anything else, and he was glancing at them, concerned. “Are you guys hurt?” 

“Sam hurt her ankle pretty bad,” Star explained. Kwan glanced down, and he paled a bit. 

“It looks bad,” he replied bluntly. Star glanced down, seeing the injury truly in better light. Kwan was right. It did look bad. She didn’t realize until now that Sam was actually bleeding from her ankle too, and that the blood was on her cousin’s tights as well as some on Star’s pants. “Here, let me.”

Kwan shifted to pick Sam up bridal style, and Star immediately rushed for the door to open it for him. Kwan carried her with ease outside, where police cars were already pulling up. Star waved an officer down as he was exiting his car.

“We need an ambulance!” she called out. The officer just nodded, speaking into his radio as he came over.

“What’s the damage?” the officer asked. 

“My ankle,” Sam replied, lightly lifting up the injured foot in question. Now in the full bright light of the day, Star was absolutely sure that it was broken. The boot hid her foot, but it was at an odd angle that feet just didn’t bend at. 

“Come over here,” the officer instructed. He motioned for them to follow him as he took a few steps back towards a bench. “Set her down here.” 

Kwan did just that, with the officer’s help, putting Sam sitting down on the bench. Sam gave a small groan of pain as her foot brushed against the ground as she was transferred.

“Did you call your parents yet?” the officer asked. Sam shook her head no.

“I’ll call them,” Star promised. The officer nodded.

“Star, please call Grandma Ida,” Sam pleaded. Star glanced at her. “Mom’ll flip out.”

“I’ll see if I can reach Grandma first,” Star promised. She pulled her phone out, scrolling for her contact, and she rang up their grandma.

She answered, and Star quickly filled her in on the details, even though her mind was still thinking back to Sam and Phantom. Things were still way too weird. They way they looked at each other, Phantom’s reaction to the family connection. They knew each other. Star just knew it.

[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

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six years ago.

“I so am not going,” Elide shouted, gripping the slats of her headboard as her roommate pulled on her ankles. “I was at the shop all day, I’m tired.” 

“Elide Lochan, get your bodacious bod out of bed and into something spooky,” Aelin commanded, bracing a high-heeled foot against the sideboard. “Get. Up. Now.” Elide groaned and flipped onto her back, blowing her bangs up with a huffed breath. They glared at each other, neither backing down. Aelin clicked her tongue, “Come on, it’s Samhain!”

“All the more reason not to go,” the dark haired girl said, crossing her arms across her chest. “It’s the sabbath - I will not go to your blasphemous boyfriend’s blasphemous party.” 

“You know you love Ro-Ro. And c’mon,” Aelin whined, not above stomping her foot like a petulant child, “it’ll be fun!” 

She sighed loudly and flicked her eyes upwards, “Fine. I’ll go.” Elide pushed herself to sitting and stood up. Aelin clapped her hands and collapsed onto the mattress as Elide slunk to her closet and flung the doors open. “I think… goth Barbie. Yes, no?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” her friend agreed, lounging about as Elide perused her wardrobe.

First, she pulled out her patch jeans. Not tonight. She looked at a corset dress and hummed, her head tilted to the side, “Maybe…” Elide unhooked a PVC pencil skirt and spun to Aelin, “Thoughts?” 

Aelin propped herself up on her elbows, her brilliant eyes narrowed in scrutiny, “Ooh, with your new corset and the red top with the sleeves?” She made a vague gesture to represent the long sleeves. “Oh, wait, let me get you some shoes. I have the perfect boots.” Her long hair was a flash of gold as she launched herself up and out of Elide’s room. 

Elide tossed her outfit onto her now vacated bed and sat at her vanity, fluffing her layered pixie-shag hair cut. She plugged in her hair straightener and as she waited for it to heat, she started on her make-up. 

When the door was slammed open, Elide held her finger up. She filled in her wicked sharp eyeliner and used the tip of her ring finger to smudge some along her lower lash line. Then she stood up and turned, eyes landing on the red patent leather ankle boots. “Are those them?” 

“Mm-hmm, how perfect are they,” Aelin asked, passing them to Elide. “I’ve been meaning to give these to you - they’re too small for me.” 

“Ae, these are gorgeous,” Elide gushed, picking one up and running her fingers over it. “They’re beautiful, are you sure?” She hugged it to her chest, softly petting it. 

Brilliant laughter spilled from Aelin’s glossy lips, “Yes, take them, please. I never wear them, I only bought them ‘cause they were, like, seventy-five percent off.” 

“Oh, I love love love you,” Elide sang. She picked up her phone and opened her music, choosing a playlist at random. Her hips swayed to the bouncing beat of I’m Gonna Love You Too and Aelin laughed, singing along and dancing around. 

Elide picked up her straightening iron and held it like a microphone, dramatically reaching towards her roommate, “You’re gonna say you’ve a-missed me, you’re gonna say you’ll a-kiss me…”

“Yes, you’re gonna say you’ll a-love me, ‘cause I’m a-gonna love you too,” Aelin sang, shimmying her shoulders. 

Elide sat and hummed as she revamped her layers, curling them upwards into horn-like wisps. She clicked the straightener off and stood up, laughing and joking with Aelin as she got dressed. Once the underbust corset belt was snug and tied, Elide zipped her skirt up and smoothed any fussy wrinkles away. She twirled and popped her hand on her hip, “Well?” 

Aelin studied her. Then she stood up and plucked the toy tiara Elide had once used in a costume and put it on her head. “There.” 

Elide turned around and looked at herself in the mirror, fixing the tiara. “And now?”

“Be still, my foolish heart,” Aelin proclaimed, tapping her hand over her chest in an imitation of her beating heart. “You look absolutely ravishing, darling girl.” 

Elide smiled and held her hand out, “Shall we? It’d be rude of the host’s girlfriend to be late.” 

Aelin slung her arm around Elide’s waist and pulled her towards the door, “I thought I told you already, I’m never late. Everyone else is simply early.” 

“Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten?” 

“I haven’t the faintest idea, Elide,” she sniffed, primly turning her nose up. “Everyone should listen to what I say all the time. How else will the world turn round right?” 

“You are my favourite person in the world, golden girl,” Elide laughed. 

“I better be, I put a roof over your head and booze in your stomach.” 

Elide laughed again and unscrewed the lid off the vodka bottle, pouring them both generous shots in the bottom of two random glasses. She passed Aelin hers and lofted her own, “To…?”  

“Being, young, wicked smart, fucking hot and having zero responsibilities!” 

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As he walked up the pathway to the creaking, booming house, he could feel countless sets of eyes burning into him. He rolled his shoulders and resisted the urge to glare at those staring. Honestly, he should’ve been used to it by now. It was either his height, his hip-length hair in a loose braid, or his… aggressive wardrobe. 

Fenrys, the little shit, told him it was because of the frown on his face, but Lorcan didn’t believe him. He never had a shortage of offers, from whomever he so wanted and so chose. He thought it was because people considered him to be a challenge, a lost and wandering soul to tether. 

Lorcan was just genuinely disinterested. That twelfth grade pipsqueak didn’t know what he was talking about. Lorcan regretted the day he ever agreed to let the high schooler’s band play a show at the club. The boy fell in love every single day with a new person. 

Almost as if he had summoned him, someone familiar crashed into his back, lanky legs wrapping around his torso and reedy arms locking around his neck. Lorcan groaned and shook the kid off, “Fen, fuck off. Go home, you have school tomorrow.” 

The dark-skinned boy hopped around to face him, a maniacal grin splitting his face in two, “No, sir, I got a pro-D day tomorrow. I’m up all night, all night, boy!” Fenrys howled and Lorcan shook his head at him, muttering something rude. Fenrys slung his arm around Lorcan’s waist, “Say, what are you doing here, Lor? I didn’t think the law students let anarchists in their fêtes, as it were.” 

“See, my plan is to stay until they toss me out on my ass. I think I’m pretty unnoticeable, yeah?” 

Fenrys laughed and slapped Lorcan’s back, over his patch jacket, “Yeah, thank the gods that you don’t have a huge red ‘A’ on the back of your coat or whatever.” Lorcan snorted. “I mean, you’re not all master of disguise like me.”

Lorcan eyed the spikes Fenrys had styled his kinky, dense hair into and chose not to comment. “How was your show tonight?” 

“Dude!” Fenrys shouted, “It was crazy. I thought my arms would fall off.” 

The boy started imitating playing the drums, violently, and Lorcan shook his head, “Come on, kid, let’s go.” He slung his arm across Fenrys’ shoulders and steered the drummer into the kitchen. Under the lights, Lorcan saw a flash of silver-blond hair, “Look, there’s Rowan, go talk to him.” 

“Yo, Whitethorn,” Fenrys yelled, his hands cupped around his mouth. Lorcan rubbed his eyes, muttering something. Rowan turned around and smiled, lifting his hand to wave. He grabbed something and made his way over to them. 

“Hey, man,” Lorcan said. 

“Hey, guys, thanks for coming,” Rowan said, passing Lorcan a can of beer. “You just get here?” 

“Yeah,” Lorcan said, “I had some stuff for class and Fen had a show.” 

Rowan nodded, “Oh, you know what, you should tell me when your next show is so I can come.” He looked so eager, so earnest, Lorcan almost felt bad for him. 

Fenrys roared with laughter and cuffed Rowan’s shoulder, “That’s fuckin’ funny, man, I’m going to go see if I can find Ashryver.” He departed, his head bopping to the beat of the music. 

Rowan turned to Lorcan, his brows furrowed, “Funny? Why?” 

Lorcan pressed his lips together to avoid smiling, “I think that Fenrys is saying that his music… it isn’t really your style, ya dig? It’s very nice of you to support him, but c’mon, Rowan. You went to one show last year and were scared to touch anything. Now we have to go find Fen ‘cause I’m not dropping him off at home wasted again. Emrys will beat me to death and cook me.”

His silver-haired friend laughed and they walked to where they could see Fenrys’ bleached-blond liberty spikes sticking above everyone else’s head. He was standing at one end of a ping-pong table, opposite two stunning women. The dark-haired one caught Lorcan’s eye and he stared for a moment, trying to figure out where he recognised her from. 

“Salvaterre, do you want to keep drooling over my little sister or do you want to play?” 

“I hope you choke to death on Rowan’s dick, Ash,” Lorcan replied evenly. He didn’t turn his gaze from the girl, who stared back at him, her eyes brazenly surveying him. Lorcan saw the challenge in her eye melt into heated appreciation. He ducked his head to hide his barely-there grin from Aelin’s hawkish glare and bounced a ping-pong ball off the table, “Are we playing or do you just want to keep guarding your sister’s virginity for eternity?”

The woman standing next to Aelin cackled with delight and leaned over the table, “It’s a little too late for that, but it gives her a sense of purpose now. I’m Elide, if you ever want to stop referring to me as ‘Aelin’s little sister’.”

He laughed quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Elide. I’m Lorcan, this is Fenrys,” he gestured to the boy next to him. Fenrys gave her a toothy grin and a two-fingered salute. “So, are we playing or what?” 

“That sounds like a challenge, Lorcan,” Elide mused. Lorcan arched a brow and slowly looked her up and down. The black skirt she wore clung to her sinful curves and the corset cinched her waist tightly. Against her pale complexion, the blood red, long sleeve top she wore made an alluring and tempting contrast, matching her crimson-painted lips. 

“Maybe it is,” he countered, tilting his head to the side. 

Her eyes sparkled with something and she kissed the ping-pong ball before tossing it. It soared in a perfect arch and landed directly in the cup nearest to him. Lorcan’s brows raised and Elide laughed a delicate, smokey and sultry sound, “I like a challenge.” 

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“Come with me,” Elide said, holding her hand out expectantly. 

Lorcan looked between her outstretched hand and her face warily, “Where to?” 

“The kitchen,” she said, waving her fingers, “c’mon, my drink is empty.” 

He stood and let her pull her behind him, laughing under his breath at her cockiness. Lorcan drained the last of his drink and tapped it against his bottom lip. “Where do I know you from? I feel like I’ve met you before.” 

She turned and walked backwards, their joined hands hanging between them, “Hmmm… I don’t know. I go to the Vaults a lot, maybe I’ve seen you there?” she asked, referencing the local punk club near the university. Elide gave him a cheeky once-over, “You seem to be of that… persuasion.” 

“As do you,” Lorcan replied, nodding his chin towards her layered, wisp-filled pixie cut. “Very Twilight of you, I must say, princess.” He reached out and flicked her tiara.

As they arrived at the kitchen, Elide dropped his hand and hopped up onto the counter beside the collection of various bottles of alcohol. His hand tingled at the loss of contact and he squeezed his fingers into a fist. “I love me some Alice Cullen. She was my queer awakening.” 

“Ah, mine was Heath Ledger,” he replied back, smug. Lorcan grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured a long, long shot into his cup. Then he got a can of Coke from the ice filled cooler and poured that to the rim. Elide chuckled when he bent to sip in case of a spill. 

Lorcan pushed his hair back as he stood back up and watched her pour a sickeningly green liquor into her cup. “Damn, that’s… green, shit, Lochan.” 

“Yeah, I like my tongue spooky colours,” she said with a shrug, putting the green one down and drowning it in vodka and Sprite. “Don’t you?” 

He laughed, “Maybe. What kind of spooky are you talking about?” 

Elide hummed coyly, taking a sip of her, indeed, spooky drink, “All kinds of freaky shit.” She patted his arm, “So, if you live with Ro, why do I never see you?” 

“Oh, I’m- I’m a photographer so I’m not home much,” he said, drinking from his cup. “I go to a lot of concerts and stuff.” Lorcan leaned against the counter opposite her and lifted his leg to kick her foot. “So what do you do, hmm? Are you in the art program?” 

Elide tilted her head to the side, “Well, I was. I dropped out first year for a tattoo apprenticeship and I’ve been doing that for a few years,” she said, scrunching her nose up. 

“Y’know what, I think we had a class together first year. I think I… spilt coffee on your drawing.” 

Her eyes lit with recognition, “Oh my gods, yes! I so remember you, I was so mad about that.” 

He ducked his head, “I’m real sorry about that.” A lopsided grin spread across his lips and he looked up, “So, where are you apprenticing?” 

“The Omega on Main street, you know it? Run by Blackbeaks, exclusively?” 

“Holy fuck, yes. I’m getting a tattoo there next week,” Lorcan said, his eyes wide. “Their tattoos are… amazing. It’s fucking art work.” 

“I know! You know, if you know what you’re getting, I might’ve worked on it.” 

“I’m getting an old school, traditional style raven on my chest,” Lorcan said, gesturing from shoulder to shoulder and down his sternum. “I got one of the freaky twins. Fallon, I think.” 

Elide nodded, “Fallon is amazing. She’s actually hilarious when you’re with her one on one. She likes Enya and has her on her tattooing playlist, so prepare for that.” She hopped off the counter and hooked her finger in his belt loop. Elide pulled him, once again, and guided him towards a couch. They sat down, Elide’s legs haphazardly strewn across his lap. Lorcan’s hand splayed above her knee and he toyed with a rip in her tights. 

Lorcan rested his chin on her shoulder and bumped his nose into her jaw, “So, what’s your Samhain declaration?” 

She leaned backwards and regarded him seductively, “Hmm… to new things and new… people.” 

Lorcan lifted his cup and said: “To new things and new… people.” 

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Lorcan wrangled Fenrys, “Boyo, come on. I gotta get you home.” He sighed and tossed the bony boy over his shoulder. 

Elide shrugged on her faux-fur coat - white with black hearts - and laughed at the sight as she fluffed her hair, “Aww, you take good care of your baby. Look at the little guy.” 

He grinned and leaned against the porch column. “He sure is a champ in the morning. So perky,” Lorcan slapped Fenrys’ ass and chuckled when Fenrys whined, drowsily mumbling a protest. 

She giggled tipsily and walked out, impressively straight given how much vodka she’d consumed. “I’m a Blackbeak, bitch. We bleed vodka,” Elide said, pronouncing the last word with the accent of her mother. 

“Oh, shit,” Lorcan mumbled, “I didn’t mean to say that outloud. Whoopsies.”

Elide laughed and patted his cheek before she leaned in and kissed his face, “Goodnight, my darling.” 

He laughed, the sound slightly choked, “G’night, princess.” 

She clicked her tongue and walked down the steps, going to the cab she’d called. “Give Fenny Poo some meds and water and don’t call me ‘princess’!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Don’t call me that either!” 

“As you wish, princess.” 

She scoffed and held her middle finger up high, “I loathe your existence, Salvaterre!” 

“Oh, don’t be mean to me, please, gorgeous, I’ll fall in love with you,” he crooned, smiling wildly.

In retrospect, it hadn’t seemed so likely.

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an: i luv them 🥺couple notes: - aelin & rowan r three years older than elide & lorcan, fenrys is in twelfth grade ! - lorcan is anarcho-punk and elide is riot grrrl !

songs played in chapter: (by order of appearance) 1. I'm Gonna Love You Too - Blondie (cover of original by buddy holly)

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[seireinoryuu]

Of peach-pink lipstick and dead frogs.

Rating: K

Pairing: Mikahisto

Description: For the first time in her entire high school life, Historia Reiss sat alone under the courtyard’s old oak tree. Highschool AU

Notes: Yes I know Hange is technically the chemistry teacher in this environment but whatever.

ao3 II ff.net

For the first time in her entire high school life, Historia Reiss sat alone under the courtyard's old oak tree. It was lunchtime; usually, she'd be surrounded by her gaggle of friends. Ymir would be hanging off her shoulder, Reiner Braun and Bertolt Hoover playing catch—or attempting to play catch. Most of the time Bertolt often missed his catches, usually landing face first in the grass. Reiner would laugh, stealing glances her way to see if she was laughing too. It was funny the first few times, then it became incredibly boring after the thirtieth fall. Hitch and Marlowe would be in the back bickering about something she has long since tuned out.

Historia wasn't used to sitting alone like this. She tried to maintain her usual air by crossing her legs and staring at whatever notification popped up on her phone, but soon that became boring too.

Yet, despite the lack of her usual company, Historia did not hate the solitude at all.

Still, she had nothing to do and so continued staring at her phone, scrolling back and forth on her news feed to find something—anything—engaging. She heard voices and briefly looked up to see Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, and Mikasa Ackerman walk by. Armin was, per usual, chatting about something regarding the latest game he had been playing and some tactic he managed to pull off that scored big points while Eren kept walking. Mikasa tagged along, a rather thick black book in the crook of her arm.

Mikasa briefly looked her way and Historia averted her gaze back to her phone, pretending as if she never noticed them. It was a few minutes later when she looked up again, the trio was halfway across the courtyard.

~

"Next month, we will have dissections!" exclaimed the biology teacher Hange Zoe. The entire class remained silent but there was a definite air of dread hanging over everyone. Hange, apparently the only one who was excited about the project, walked through the tables of her classroom, handing out one piece of paper on each table.

"This is a review worksheet in preparation for the unit. Each of you will be working with your table partner for this. No changing partners!"

Usually, Historia would pair up with Marlowe since they were in the same class, but he had been keeping his distance and moved to the table on the other side of the room, making Marco Bott his partner for this project.

She turned to the seat beside her to see a girl dressed in all black writing her name on the paper before sliding it to her.

Mikasa Ackerman was her partner.

~

"Reiss. Reiss."

"Hmmm?"

"There's a spider on your shoulder."

"Where!"

Every head in the classroom looked in their direction. Historia's cheeks burned as she plopped back on her seat, wiping her shoulders.

"There's no spider."

Historia glared at the goth girl, who merely shrugged.

"Time to do your part," she said, sliding the paper towards Historia. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and glanced at the questions; she understood none of them but was in awe of Mikasa Ackerman's neat handwriting.

~

They were in the library.

Historia could not answer a single question on the sheet, and Mikasa refused to cover for her and so Hange Zoe assigned them extra homework. At Hange's suggestion, they were to come to her classroom after school for assistance if needed. Well, if Historia needed assistance. Mikasa managed to answer half the questions on her own so Historia doubted she would have any trouble answering the rest. If only she wasn't so freaking stubborn. Ymir would have answered these without her having to ask.

Too bad Ymir wasn't talking to her either. The biggest surprise there.

They sat opposite each other on the table, Historia hunched over the worksheet while Mikasa rested her chin on her palm, her fingers tapping the surface of the table. Lightly, but to Historia it sounded like she might as well have been beating a drum.

"Would you stop that?" she snapped.

"Why are you taking so long? This is literally labeling animal kingdoms."

Historia glared and returned to the current problem she was on.

"Historia, is this class hard for you?"

She remained silent, still staring at the problem in front of her. The same problem she had been working on for the past seven minutes.

Mikasa slid into the chair next to her, pulling out a blank piece of notebook paper. "So there are six animal kingdoms . . . ."

~

Cheerleading practice was to be indoors today. It was raining outside, so Coach Dietrich managed to secure half of the gym for them. The other half belonged to the volleyball team; there was a net that stretched from one side to the next, separating the two teams.

Historia was in the process of forming the top of the pyramid, a privilege given her short stature. It was no secret that everyone on the team was envious that she was always picked to be on the top. She ignored their whispers; she can't combat genetics. As long as her teammates catch her, then that was all she cared about.

"T-I-T-A-N-S!" she shouted, following the same formations Dietrich drilled into them. From up above Historia could see the volleyball team practicing. She saw Mikasa among them, having discarded her jewelry and exchanged her usual dark, long-sleeved shirt, dark-colored skirt, and combat boots for tank top and shorts with knee pads (all in black of course). Her black hair, which was usually pulled into two twin tails behind her head was now one ponytail, her bangs held away from her face by a red headband.

Historia was startled by Coach Dietrich's whistle, allowing herself to drop into the arms of her teammates.

"Historia, you okay?" asked her teammate, Mina Carolina. "You were spacing out up there."

Historia waved her hand. Thankfully, Dietrich called for a break. A five-minute break, but a break nonetheless. Historia took a seat on the bleachers, taking a long gulp from her water bottle. Mikasa was now in the front row, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Someone on her side of the net shouted something and Mikasa jumped, one arm raised above her head and coming down onto the ball, slamming it onto the floor on the other side of the net. Her form was very graceful.

The gym doors opened and the football team trudged in, soaked from the rain. Reiner appeared followed by Bertolt. Reiner glanced her way then looked away, jaw tense. It was only Bertolt who held her gaze a little longer, before following his friend.

Historia took another long sip from her water bottle until it was empty.

~

Again, they were in the library. Marco Bott had joined them because, according to Mikasa, he's a wiz at this stuff. Historia was a little surprised to hear that someone was smarter than Mikasa, though everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Besides, if Marco and Mikasa are willing to help then all the better.

They had been studying for over an hour until they finally called a break. Marco went to the bathroom and offered to buy them all snacks, leaving just Historia and Mikasa alone.

"So . . . volleyball, huh?" Historia began. She mentally cringed at how obvious she was trying to create small talk.

Mikasa took no notice of it, flipping through her notes. "Yep. Been on the team since last year."

"Really?" Historia never knew that Mikasa was on the volleyball team last year. Of course, the cheer team rarely attends other sporting teams aside from football or basketball, but still. If Mikasa has been on the team since last year, especially with her skills, Historia would have at least heard about it from the others. "I never pegged you for a volleyball player. You just . . . didn't seem that type."

At that Mikasa gave her an incredulous look. "Seriously? Why? Just because of how I dress?" Mikasa scoffed. Historia didn't mean it that way, but she could see how Mikasa would interpret her words like that. Mikasa snorted. "You'd know that if you paid attention."

Historia said nothing, fidgeting with her hands. Then she sighed, her lips pulling into a grimace. "Yeah, you're right."

After a few minutes of silence, Mikasa then spoke. "I have a game. This Friday. A home game against Orvud High. You can come if you want."

Historia glanced at Mikasa. The taller girl kept looking at the wall next to her as if it had something remarkably interesting, and Historia noticed she had a pink tinge on her cheeks. It was adorable.

"Sure," she grinned.

Marco then returned with snacks in hand. He had a bag of chips for each of them, though Historia preferred the little stack of cookies from the vending machines. Marco apologized profusely, but Historia reassured him it was okay, and there was always next time.

~

Historia sat by herself in the bleachers as the Trost volleyball team jogged onto the court, earning the applause of the crowd. Immediately, she caught sight of Mikasa, wearing the red uniform of their school and the matching red headband. Mikasa looked in her direction and waved. Historia waved back until a few seats below her, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, and Jean Kirstein waved back, standing on their feet and whooping. Historia blushed; maybe she wasn't waving at her. Maybe she didn't see her.

Regardless, Historia stayed.

It was a gripping game; many volleys back and forth on the courts, lots of shouting and dives. Historia was in awe of Mikasa's prowess on the court, how she dashed, jumped, dived, and spiked the ball onto the other side of the net. It was apparent the other team too was in awe and even scared as well. Historia couldn't help but beam when it was Mikasa's turn to serve and Orvud High tensed, some backing away in fear of the force in which Mikasa served the ball.

And the crowd loved every minute.

Really the cheerleading team should cheer for the volleyball players.

Historia cheered in her own way and stood up with the crowd when they won. Historia made her way down the bleachers when it was over. She had just reached the floor when Mikasa appeared in front of her.

"Glad you came," she said. Her gray eyes shined bright, flushed with the adrenaline of victory.

"Yeah. That was a good game. And congrats on the win."

"Thanks. I saw you up there. I even waved at you. You should have joined my friends; they were a few seats below you."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"I—I—"

"Mikasa!" another volleyball player came by, tackling Mikasa in a hug. "Awesome play back there." She high-fived Mikasa, which was when she noticed Historia. She didn't say anything and turned back to Mikasa. "Let's head back to the locker rooms. Coach needs to give her post-game speech."

"Right." Mikasa then turned back to her. "Hey, why don't you join me and my friends later? It's tradition for us to go out for dinner after a win."

Historia glanced at Mikasa's friends. All of them were chatting happily with each other. Sasha Blouse suddenly struck a pose much to Jean Kirstein's chagrin and the others in the group were laughing. She wasn't part of this group of friends, never ever was. She used to think they were an insane bunch, and she was sure they still remember her attitude towards them. "I dunno—"

"I want you to," she said. With that, Mikasa ran off with her team for the post-game speech from her coach.

~

It was the most awkward moment of Historia's life.

Standing in front of the locker rooms, leaning against the wall just outside the circle Mikasa's friends had formed. They were talking about a bunch of random things. Armin about some random update in a game he has been playing and his new strategy to boost his guild. Connie was fully engrossed though it was clear he was just as lost as her. Sasha was daydreaming about food while Eren and Jean shook their heads in amusement.

"Historia."

Historia looked up as Eren called her, having separated from the group, and approached her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I called you three times and you didn't answer."

"I'm fine."

"You waiting on someone? I don't think Reiner had football practice at all today."

"I'm not waiting on Reiner."

"She's waiting on me."

Mikasa appeared, her volleyball uniform exchanged for her typical darker clothes. The silver jewelry also returned as well as her signature black lipstick. However, Historia noticed Mikasa had skipped out on the dark eyeshadow.

"I invited her to come to dinner."

It was clear everyone in the group had questions. Connie opened his mouth to ask why but Sasha quickly shut him up with a playful chokehold. That seemed to send a message to everyone else. Sasha was the first one to speak.

"Let's go! I'm going to die of starvation; we don't even know where we're going to eat!"

"Hell's Kitchen," Mikasa said automatically.

"No."

"Let's go someplace with Wifi—"

"Armin, you're not playing games while we celebrate Mikasa's victory."

Historia couldn't help but laugh as she followed them.

~

She reached for the last chocolate milk at the same time another hand appeared. She looked up, following the tall, lanky body of Bertolt Hoover.

"Bertolt," she greeted. The tall boy pulled his hand back and said nothing. Historia took the last carton. "How are things?"

Again, Bertolt remained silent. Someone else appeared, Annie Leonhardt. She peered into the fridge where all the milk was kept. "Out of chocolate milk." She clicked her tongue and walked away. Historia glanced at Bertolt who was watching her go. Historia rolled her eyes.

"You're really lame you know."

Historia marched up to the counter, paid for the milk, and placed it on Bertolt's tray. "There. Give that to Annie. She likes to eat by herself in the back of the school near the JV fields."

"What?"

"Annie. JV fields. Don't give me that look Bertolt. I know. Everybody knows. Annie likely doesn't since she's almost never here. Just give it to her. Now go, before things get more awkward."

Despite how short she was compared to Bertolt, Historia managed to push him in the direction Annie went. He tensed and looked back at her. Historia nodded, and with a deep breath, went in the same direction as Annie.

~

Mikasa wanted to study at her place. There wasn't any real reason for why, just that she wanted to be at home. Historia had no objection to that. Mikasa's goading by saying her mother had some snacks at home for them to munch on wasn't really needed for her to say yes, but she still looked forward to having a snack or two.

Mikasa's home was a modest apartment in the city where she lived with her mother (Mikasa is literally the spitting image of her mother, Historia thought). Her mother worked as an accountant. Her father died when she was ten (Historia had to do a double-take when showed a picture of Mikasa's father; she didn't believe Mikasa when she said that was her biological dad), and ever since then, it had just been Mikasa and her mom.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" asked Mrs. Ackerman as she set a plate of cookies in Mikasa's room where they were studying. "I don't mind if you do."

"Mom."

"Oh. Um, if you're alright with it, sure."

Mrs. Ackerman smiled brightly. "Great! I'm making spaghetti tonight, so I hope you're in the mood for that." She left the girls alone and they continued studying. After some time passed, they decided to stop.

"Ugh, my brain is overflowing with biology," Historia whined, leaning back into her seat.

"Aah."

Historia craned her neck to see Mikasa's look of horror, her eye shadow smudged all the way down to her cheek. Mikasa stood up, moving to her dresser's mirror and pouting at the damage. She pulled out a pack of makeup wipes, cleaning her face of her makeup. "And I was so proud of it too."

"I've always wondered what you used to do your makeup," Historia said, standing next to Mikasa and examining her makeup stand. "Now I get to see how you do your thing. And I'm not really surprised by the color choice either." She laughed.

Mikasa's entire makeup stand was in all shades of deep, dark, and mysterious. Dark lipstick, dark eye shadow, dark eyeliner. She had a few lighter colors, but it was clear Mikasa was more prone to a certain end of the spectrum. Historia picked up a used tube of dark red lipstick aptly named 'Blood Wine.'

"Your favorite?" she asked, holding up the tube.

Mikasa nodded. "This I use more since it can go with anything." Mikasa held up a very, very used tube which was named 'Black Soul.' Historia chuckled, glancing at the rest of Mikasa's makeup display before noticing a small peach pink lipstick.

"This is such a cute color. You should use it!" Historia could only laugh at the look of disgust on Mikasa's features. "You should! Why did you buy it if you were never going to use it?"

"I didn't buy it," she said. "It was a gift. From my cousin Levi for my fourteenth birthday. I told him I liked makeup, but he didn't know what shade to get."

Historia nodded. "Well, I still think you should at least give it a try. I think it would look cute on you. Oh, I know! For one day—just one day—why don't you try a girly style?" At Mikasa's incredulous look, Historia quickly added, "Just for one day, that's it." She held up one finger. "I can imagine all the hilarious looks you'd get if you did that."

Mikasa paused. "Okay, I'll try it. But you're going to do this with me. So that means, you are going to dress up goth." Mikasa smirked, a mischievous light dancing in her eyes.

"Deal. We pick out each other's outfits and do makeup. No way I can replicate your style. Besides, I want to look like a vampire queen." She raised her hands in the air, forming claws and hissing. Mikasa laughed, a big hearty kind of laugh, and it sent Historia's heart racing.

"This is going to be fun."

~

The looks she received in school the next day were so entertaining. Clad in all black and dramatic makeup, her blonde hair as the only piece of color in her ensemble, Historia walked through the doors of the school with purpose. All heads turned to her. Historia couldn't help but lift her chin and walk like a regal queen. A regal vampire queen.

She passed by Reiner. She almost laughed at his double-take as she walked down the hall. Ymir was just around the corner too, her eyes wide.

While she felt like an all-powerful goddess of darkness, she still had to go to class. Opening her locker briefly interrupted the dark gothic image as she exchanged her government textbook for her biology one. There was a light tap on her shoulder, and she turned around to see Hitch.

"Oh," was all she said.

"Hello, Hitch," greeted Historia. "Do you need something?"

Hitch paused. "Uh, no. I—um," Hitch stared at something behind Historia. "That's a new look for you."

"Oh, thanks!" Historia beamed. "I was going for a vampire queen look. Do I make for a good vampire queen?"

Hitch drew a blank stare, clearly not used to such a light response from her. Someone called Historia's name and both girls turned as Mikasa Ackerman, wearing a pink sweater with a lacy collar, pink polka dot skirt, black stockings, and a pair of rose-gold ballet flats, approach. Her peach-tinted lips quirked upwards. It was also clear that Mikasa couldn't help but bob her head up and down, playing with the bouncy half curls in her dark hair.

"Hey," she greeted. "Ready to head to class?"

"Yep! Let's go!" Historia closed her locker, joining Mikasa and making their way down the hall. "I really like the hair clip. It's cute."

A slight pink shade dusted the bridge of Mikasa's nose. "Thanks. It's actually my mom's." It was a simple little red bow that swept her bangs to the side instead of her usual fringe. "Love the smokey eye shadow. It really makes your eyes pop. I like your eyes."

Historia's stomach flipped at the compliment. She always received compliments on her eyes but hearing it from Mikasa just seemed to floor her.

"Do I look like a vampire queen?"

Mikasa laughed. "Yes. You do look like a terrifying vampire queen."

~

Dissection day came and Historia dreaded it. She was prepared, she went over the material hundreds of times. Marco and Mikasa helped her, but she still dreaded it. She lost so much sleep too. Just imagining the little frog corpse, cutting through the flesh, and seeing all its insides.

Historia shuddered.

Historia sat at her desk, fidgeting with her thumbs. Mikasa was silent, but she occasionally glanced at Historia and at her twiddling thumbs. All the items were laid out before them and the two girls snapped on a pair of gloves. Then the frog was laid out on the table before them.

Mikasa had grabbed the scalpel before her. "I'll do the physical stuff, you fill out the worksheet."

Historia had never felt more grateful.

They got an A.

~

Mikasa and Historia decided to hang out at Historia's place this time. There wasn't an actual reason why. They had no tests to study for, no projects to complete, no upcoming dissections. There weren't even any games either. They just wanted to hang out.

"Hello!" Historia's elder half-sister, Frieda, greeted Mikasa, flashing her a bright smile. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"I'm not sure," said Mikasa simply. "Oh, I'm Mikasa, by the way."

"Oh shoot, my apologies. I'm Frieda." The dark-haired girl shook Mikasa's hand, flashing another one of her bright smiles. "Nice to meet you!"

Historia gripped Mikasa's sleeve, tugging her to follow. Mikasa noted the pout forming on her lips.

"Sorry, I gotta go. It was nice meeting you."

Mikasa followed Historia, allowing the blonde woman to practically drag her to her room. Despite Historia's demeanor in school, the décor of her room was plain. She had a simple dresser and mirror. A small makeup stand, and a simple closet. Historia's room was simple. Well, mostly simple. Historia's bed was rather large, and the frame was intricate with fancy drapery around it. Not to mention it was also quite big.

A hand waving across her face broke her out of her thoughts. Historia giggled.

"Oh shush," Mikasa said, her cheeks burning.

"Sorry for rushing you earlier. My half-sister can be a chatterbox at times," said Historia.

"It's fine," she replied, stepping closer to the dresser and looking at the photos on top. Some were of Historia through the years, others with her and her sister or her other siblings and family members. Though she did notice the lack of pictures of her friends.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What happened to you and the others?" she asked. Historia gave her a confused look to which she continued. "Reiner, Bertolt, Ymir and the rest."

Historia lay down on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling.

"I kissed Ymir," she said. Mikasa said nothing, prompting her to continue. "We were all hanging out at Hitch's one day. She had a Wii, but only three controls. Hitch, Marlowe, and Bertolt were playing. Reiner wouldn't stop talking, and then there was Ymir, and so I kissed her, on the lips, in front of everyone." She half laughed. "Man, you should have seen the looks on all their faces. Then after that—" she shrugged "—it is what it is."

"Do you regret it?"

Historia shook her head. "No. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. Like as if I didn't have to hide that anymore since it was all out in the open. I'm disappointed they all just stopped talking to me like that, but it proved that none of them were really my friends."

Mikasa sat next to Historia on the bed.

"Do you want to try?" she asked, her voice tiny.

Historia sat up, staring at Mikasa. Did she hear right? Mikasa didn't look at her, but there was a lovely shade of red on her cheeks.

"Do you?" she asked. "I mean, do you want to?"

Mikasa paused, the blush becoming more prominent. After another moment, she nodded.

Historia's heart began to race but she calmed herself down. She sat on her knees, back straight as she faced Mikasa. Mikasa turned towards her too, her face red as a tomato but with determination in her eyes. No wavering, no doubt in those gray pools. It was as if Mikasa felt the same as well.

Historia leaned forward, closing her eyes. Every inch felt like a mile, every second like an eternity, but it was an instant and she felt soft lips against hers. The scent of Mikasa's hair—coconut milk—filled her nose, and the warmth of the other girl so near. And then all too soon, it was over.

Historia opened her eyes. Mikasa sat back, eyes fixed on something on her sheet while one hand covered her mouth. Historia's stomach dropped.

"Not really into it?" she asked.

"What? No, no," she said, her voice raising an octave higher. She blushed again when she realized how loud she was. "No, it's not that." She paused, trying to think of what to say next. "It's just, I got nervous. I thought you might have had expectations."

Historia paused, then giggled. "Mikasa. You're so cute." She giggled again. "I don't know what made you think I was like that. It's not like I've kissed a plethora of other girls." Her face felt warm. "It's only been you and Ymir. I've only had enough courage to kiss you two."

"Right. Yeah."

"But—" she fidgeted in her seat "—you're the only one I like. I like you and I can proudly say I got to kiss the girl I like."

"Sure. Like as if we'd really say that was a kiss," she replied sarcastically. "But I want to try again." Mikasa leaned closer. "Because I like you too. I like you a lot."

Historia blinked once. Twice. She wanted to ask Mikasa to say it again, to confirm that she heard Mikasa correctly. She doubted she'd get her to say it though. Mikasa was still blushing immensely, even with the determined look in her gray eyes. Honestly, if things were reversed and Mikasa had asked her, Historia knew she wouldn't be able to say it again.

So instead of asking her, Historia leaned in. She took Mikasa's face in her hands, happy the other girl didn't flinch. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Mikasa's. The kiss was different this time. For one, it was longer, much longer than the first one. Deeper, as she opened her mouth against Mikasa's. Historia could tell that Mikasa was enjoying this as well as her, which made it even better. Historia gently took Mikasa's lower lip, tugging it before putting space between them.

Both girls were silent for a long moment, and then they started laughing.

"I think we may need to keep working on that," said Historia.

"I agree," said Mikasa.

~

Historia sat alone under the courtyard's old oak tree. She was dressed in her cheerleading uniform, her pompoms in a gym bag next to her. She was waiting, flicking through the notifications on her phone. It wasn't long before a shadow loomed over her, blocking the sunlight. She looked up, covering her eyes as she took in the sight of Reiner Braun's hulking figure.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi, Reiner."

"Can I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the bench. Historia nodded, throwing her gym bag to the ground, and scooting over to give the bigger man enough room. "How have you been?"

"Good. I'm in my cheerleader uniform—" she gestured to her herself "—so soon I'll be leaving for the cheer team tonight."

"Girls' Volleyball team, right? I heard it was you who pushed for the cheer team to be at one of their games," he said. He chuckled at Historia's proud nod. "I hear they've been doing very good this year."

"Yep!" she beamed. "And if we win today's game, we qualify for the semi-finals."

"'We' huh?" Reiner said. "It's been a long time since I've heard you say that. Back when that 'we' meant you and I."

"Reiner I—" Historia paused. "Reiner, there was never a 'you and I' between us."

Reiner nodded. There wasn't a sad look in his eye, just an accepted look. "I know. I guess I've always known, but I never fully realized it until then." He paused. "A lot of people said we looked good together and I guess hearing all that made me a fool."

Historia nodded. "I should apologize Reiner. I should have said—"

He shook his head. "No need to apologize. We both played into it, and it almost seemed real. Almost. It's different with you and Mikasa." He smiled cordially. "You'll still be cheering for the football team in the playoffs, right?"

"Definitely."

"Awesome." Then Reiner stood up. "Well, I'll be heading out now. Ma wants me to watch over my cousin while her parents work late. Maybe I can bring her over for the game."

"That would be great! See you around."

Reiner waved goodbye and left.

A few minutes later, another figure approached, this time the lanky figure of Ymir.

"'Sup?" she greeted, taking Reiner's old seat. "So, you're heading over to today's volleyball game. And the entire cheer team will be there. That's exciting."

"Yep! And then if we win, we'll be in the semifinals."

"Neat. How have you been?"

"Well. And you?"

"No complaints. I hear you and Mikasa Ackerman are a thing. Never thought Goth Girl would tickle your fancy."

"Mikasa is honestly really cool," said Historia. "She's really smart, good with makeup, and is amazing at volleyball—well, actually any sport you can think of. You should've seen her on the basketball court—"

"Whoa, girl. No need to try and make me jealous now! Especially of Goth Girl," Ymir laughed. "You know, you've changed." At Historia's inquisitive look, Ymir added, "You're just more . . . spirited. I don't think I've ever seen that in you, Historia."

"Oh. Thank you."

Ymir nodded, a smile spreading across her lips. "Well, I better get going then. Just wanted to check up on you."

"Wait, Ymir," Historia called. When the other girl looked back, she added, "Why don't you come and watch the game tonight?"

Ymir laughed. "Nah, sports were never really my thing. Watching the Big Lug run around bored me to death. I only went because everyone else did. I'll be fine; I'm going to the arcade anyways. Ya'll have fun."

With a wave, Ymir left.

Historia leaned back in the bench, pulling up her phone again. She went through all the notifications, read all the status updates, and thumbed a like wherever she felt like it. And then suddenly she was in the dark, cool fingers gently covering her eyes.

"Guess who?"

"Oh, let's see," Historia giggled. She pulled the other person's hands down and looked up. "It's Mikasa!"

The other girl laughed. "Were you waiting long?"

Historia shook her head, standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Nope, not really. I mean I had a few people come by and chat with me."

"Like whom?"

"I'll tell you on the way there. Let's get going or else we'll be late!" She took Mikasa's hand and together they made their way out of the courtyard.

[pwnyta]

I wanted to draw my Bakuneta ship-baby Bakugo Sakura again....

Her Quirk is called Cherry Bomb (which is also her hero name): The two spots on her head grow bombs. Once they fully grow she can pluck them off and toss them for a good explosion. Rarely a red bomb grows, theyre much more destructive.

If she plucks her bombs early they will be unstable and a lot weaker. (Also her bombs tick the closer they get to exploding. tch tch tch tch CHERRY BOMB)

She has a pretty tough body as well and the shock wave from her bombs wont do as much damage as it would a normal person. She doesnt have any defense against shrapnel or fire damage however.

Also shes fond of tiddies.

Cherry Bomb is best friends with Kiriminas son Thorny Devil (His Quirk is mostly like his dad but his pointy bits are poisonous/venomous w/e?).

I made more by the way.... SUE ME.

Eldritch is the son of Shouji and Tokoyami. His quirks is a pretty blended version of both his dads.

He doesnt have regular arms (ironically) and uses the tendrils of his quirk usually in the form of spider arms because he thinks its cool.His mouth is a little dinosaur mixed with Baraka-like and he wears a mask to cover it like dad.

Unlike with Dark Shadow Eldritchs quirk doesnt speak out loud but it will whisper in his ear. Personality-wise hes pretty chill. Think that ‘souls of the innocent/two bagels‘ vine! Thats him and his Quirk.

Pitch is the daughter of Jiro/Momo! Her quirk allows her to buff/nerf people as she sings, this also helps with healing. Shes an aggressive perfectionist... not because she actually cares about whatever it is shes doing but her greatest phobia is humiliation. She comes off a little cold to people due to being in her own head so much.

Shes best tiddies-out goth buddies with Eldritch. They call their team ups ‘Pitch Black‘

Leap is Tsu/Ochas baby. He mostly takes after Tsuyu when it comes to his Quirk but he likes to say his colorful cheeks are from Ochako cuz hers are always so round and pink.

He just got frog powers! IDK. The blue parts of his skin are very elastic and his cheeks puff up when hes annoyed... or sees a pretty girl.

His eyes are always open too his eyelids are completely clear but theyre also thin so he wears goggles if hes going off to do hero work.

I was also working on a TodoIida son but I didnt know what to do for a costume... Ingenium is all like armor and stuff and Im lazy!

But this boys Engine quirks comes from his back and when wearing his costume looks quite a bit like metal wings he can use to fly. Because his added fire from Todos side of the family he can go VERY fast.

His personality is a bit sour. He works very hard but he always feels like hes disappointing his dad... maybe its because theres no ice in him. His hair is mostly blue like the Iidas tend to be but with orange at the tips like a gas burning flame.

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Drinks and Clinks - Spencer

all right frens and ferns, WE’VE GOT OUR FIRST FIC OF THE WEEKEND HERE. it’s cute fluff and i’m okay with that. i really worked hard to do the name section so please laugh with me. thank you. ((Also i made a minor change because i wanted an excuse to do the names so hi sorry anon but ily))

Request ((I can’t find it on my page so i’m paraphrasing here)): The team is out for drinks and they run into Garcia’s friend, y/n, who is equally eccentric and the reader starts flirting with Reid.

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“Pen, where are we going?” You asked, being tugged along into a bar. 

“We’re going to meet my team! I think someone’s going to loooove you.” Garcia said, pushing open the door. 

The two of you were close friends from college but you barely got to see her when she was working so much. After work hours for her meant you were most likely working on another project for work that required your full focus and being with your best friend meant that your focus was on her, not what you were really supposed to be doing. 

The closer you got to a table of people, the more nervous you got. You didn’t know the plan was to go to a bar, not go to a bar where you would have to interact with people. Garcia went to the table, dragging you along, and you saw everyone laughing before taking a break to cheer because Garcia made it. 

“I would like to introduce my close and very lovely friend, y/n!” Penelope pulled you forward, causing you to stumble a little bit. You weren’t expecting the tiny pull forward so your first interaction with the team was a stumble and a weird hand wave. 

“Hello, I’m y/n.” You flinched. Penelope just said that. With a sigh, you composed yourself as everyone smiled at you. 

“Hi, I’m-” Someone started but Penelope cut them off.

“No. We’re going to have her guess based on what she knows about you guys from me.” Penelope said, beaming. You were nervous so you took a moment before saying anything, just surveying the table. 

“Okay well… I’m going to guess that you’re dark and juicy, Derek?” You pointed to the first guy who wanted to introduce himself. 

A round of laughs erupted from the table as Derek raised his hands and shrugged. 

“You have a very serious demeanor. You must be No Humor Hotchner?” You pointed to the guy sitting to Derek’s left. More laughter and Hotch smiled. 

“Okay you’re blonde and don’t look like a goth so ma’am with the black hair over here, you must be goth from the grave, Emily?” More laughs and nods. 

“That leaves you three. So we have Papa Pasta. He looks like you guys could be his kids, honestly.  I would love to try your pasta fresh because Pen has brought me leftovers and it beats the fast Italian I get for lunch breaks.” You said, pointing to Rossi. 

“Okay that leaves the two of you. I’m going to guess, by your gender, you’re JJ the kickass momma.” You pointed at the blonde girl sitting next to Rossi. 

“And you must be Spencer, doctor wonder baby.” Spencer smiled as he looked down at the table. 

“Wow, Garcia, your friend is good. Are you sure she’s not a profiler?” Emily said, nodding towards you. 

“She could be with the way she pays attention to literally everything.” Garcia said, sitting down. 

You were awkwardly standing at the table while everyone was seated when Reid stood up and grabbed a chair from another table so you could sit by him. You didn’t think much of it because of course, he was just being nice. 

SItting next to Spencer was nice. He smelled nice and it wafted over to you because the air conditioner was blowing in your direction. You were so happy that you brought a sweater because you would’ve frozen to death in front of a bunch of very nice people, all of which were talking amongst themselves while you and Spencer tried to keep up. Well… You tried to keep up and it looked like Spencer was trying to wind down. 

“What are you drinking?” You asked him, trying to get him to make conversation. Garcia told you he was cute but you didn’t think she meant stunningly cute in person. Photos did not do this man justice.

“Apple juice. Do you want something to drink?” He asked. You hadn’t gotten the chance to order something from the bar since you got swept away with introductions. 

“No, I can get it later.” You said, watching Spencer stand up and pause. 

“Are you coming?” He asked, as though it was obvious that you were supposed to tag along. 

“Oh. Yeah, I’ll go with you.” You got up and followed with him. 

Sitting at the bar with Spencer was an experience. You ordered something fruity and Spencer smirked. 

“You look like the type to order something fun and flavorful.” He said, looking at the bartender. 

Damn his jawline was sharp. How were his features so defined? It was like-

“How do you know Garcia?” Spencer brought you out of your thoughts. You were in the middle of giving him the up and down and by the looks of it, he noticed. 

“We’ve been friends from college. I was there for her when her parents died, she got arrested, she started working with you guys. All that good stuff.” You said, thanking the bartender for your drink. 

“Oh you’re the one who sends us flowers.” Spencer’s face lit up. 

Whenever you heard that someone close to Penelope got hurt, you sent flowers. Sometimes, you even sent Spencer flowers just because. It was rare but you did it. 

“That is me!” You said, taking a large swallow of your drink. “I didn’t know you liked them.” 

“I love them. I tell my mom about it every time I get a flower.” Spencer couldn’t look at you out of embarrassment. 

“Aww, Pen didn’t tell me you were a momma’s boy. You’re such a cutie, oh my god.” You smiled at Spencer, who looked slightly embarrassed but nodded his head. 

“Okay doctor Reid, what else haven't you told me? Are you hiding a caffeine addiction and a tormented soul behind that cute haircut of yours?” You had an extreme urge to ruffle his hair but Penelope told you about his thing for people not touching him so you restrained yourself by tapping on the bar counter. 

“Something like that. Although I wouldn’t say it’s an addiction. It’s more like an extreme appreciation that I can stop any time I feel rested enough to perform my best.” Spencer smiled again. 

Going back and forth with Spencer like this felt so easy. It was like you found someone just shy enough to be open to your advances without being so shy that everything was overwhelming. Although, this boy was gaining more confidence the more you talked to him. 

“So tell me, good doctor, why are you avoiding your team?” You leaned in closer to him so it wasn’t so loud.

“I’m not avoiding them.” He said, glancing over at them. 

The whole table was talking about the two of you but they were too far away for you to hear them saying how Spencer had never looked so happy to talk to someone he just met.

“I’m not avoiding them.” He said, slightly defensive but mostly just tired. 

“Then why haven’t we gone back over there? We’ve been over here talking the whole time.” You said, followed by a pause from Spencer. 

“I’m just tired from the case we finished up.” He said, obviously avoiding something. 

“Really? Jet lag kicking that cute little ass of yours?” The drink was definitely starting to hit you. 

“A little bit, yeah. It was a quick turnaround with little sleep.” Spencer looked so cute but he was even cuter when he was embarrassed. 

“Can I ask you something?” You said, swaying just a little. Spencer put his hand on your arm, scared you were going to tip over. 

“Sure.” He said, putting his arm back down. 

“Did you really get me over here so you could talk to me alone? Because I’ve downed two drinks and you’ve made not a single suggestion to go back to the group.” You squinted at him suspiciously in all kidding but he couldn’t hold his calm demeanor. 

“Are you sure you’re not a profiler?” Spencer asked, taking a sip of his apple juice and smiled. 

“Well, doctor Reid, I have to be going. I propose that maybe, and correct me if I’m flying in left field, we would be a good fit to go on a first date? Just you and I, not with your team.” You said, sliding off the bar stool. 

“I believe that’s a baseball reference and I don’t watch baseball but I think a date would be nice. Somewhere… Not a bar.” He said, writing down his number on a napkin with a pen from his pocket. 

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’ll let you find my number when you’re done doing a full background check on me with Pen later tomorrow. Call me when you’re done with that. Bye, Spencer.” You grabbed the napkin with his number on it and slid out of your seat. 

You motioned to Garcia that you were ready to go and the two of you left in a fit of giggles. You looked back at Spencer one last time to see him smiling to himself.