HolyPotato101

He caught your eye when you were first stuffed in this hellscape of a school. Bright red eyes with a pale complexion to match. He had also been incredibly loud, but caring. Still, very oblivious to social cues... And being social in general. You’d like to rectify that. Plus, it fell under your title of ‘Ultimate Sweetheart’. Why wouldn't you help? “Excuse me.. Ishimaru-” You cautiously tapped his shoulder, hoping this will work as intended. “Yes, Miss (L/N)!?” His voice boomed with unnecessary vigor, making you flinch. “Would you like me to.. Uhm...” Heck. You had to make up something.

A dull brown wall. That was the first thing you saw when you regained consciousness. You tried moving off of whatever you were sitting on, but you felt physically strained. Especially your right arm. It burned like hell, but at least the bleeding stopped. You were gonna plan a route to escape from wherever you were but a voice cut off your train of thought. “Good afternoon, little robin~” You shot upright and looked at the source, Karl of course, leaning a wall with seemingly red smears on his cheeks. He walked towards you with style. “You looked cute while you were… comatose for 9 hours.” He was right above

It had been.. 5 months, give or take when you took on the role as Guzma’s right hand man and wrecked the islands in the process. It was a joy ride. Went like a blur. You could only remember bits and pieces. You look back on the memories as you spread your limbs on the same bed you slept in the first time you got here. --- This, you think, happened..  A month into your position with Guzma? Anyways, you caught him just lying on the couch, slouching as per usual. He seemed to just be dozing off, his head rolling to the side in a way that must have been hurting his neck. You would fix his neck, but you didn't want to wake him up. Plus, h

You woke up to someone patting your shoulder. You could vaguely make out their pink hair, as they said something you barely registered. “Yo, the boss wants to see ya.” That sense of dread took place immediately, as you shot up to look up at them. “Woah woah, slow your roll, sis! Ya don’t have to go now, but soon.” You took a breath and oriented yourself. The person you had been speaking to was a young lady with curly pink hair, bandana around her mouth, only her eyes being visible. You chose your next words carefully. “What does he want me for..? If you don’t mind me asking,” She took a mo

You always aimed to please, whether academically, socially, etc. Hit the standard, or possibly go above and beyond. The feeling of success was fleeting when ever you did hit those standards. But when you didn't, the lasting dread of one of your parents yelling you out for 'not trying hard enough' or 'putting enough effort' was left embedded in your head. The success was temporary. The dread lasted forever. It felt like heavy layers on your self-confidence, burying it with whatever motivation you had before. That’s when you heard of Team Skull, the band of misfits, rebels, and outcasts.. It sounded interesting. A people you could relat

You had always been resilient. Expensive item on the market? You would bargain.  Some guy in the alley way asking you to buy their wares? Continue walking. It was no surprise that when Karl appeared asking for help, you grabbed a metal rod and readied yourself. Then again, you're pretty sure that if anyone was confronted by a scarred blond fellow with a raven on their shoulder, they’d react the same. He didn't seem surprised that you resisted. He seemed glad, actually, grinning like an idiot while monologuing. “Deary me, Arma! It seems the robin is quick to judge!~” He exclaimed to the bird, while the bird stayed silent, se

It was 3 A.M. and you had a can of whip cream in your hands. Normally you wouldn't be up at this ungodly hour, but you had a goal in mind. Prank your roommate, a.k.a. Gilbert Beilschmidt. You open the door to the albinos room slowly, knowing full and well how much the floor creaked. You look at the bed to find Gil laid out like a starfish, a blanket covering half his body. Perfect. You approached and slowly put a small amount of whip cream is his hand; just enough to cover his face. You then started to poke him in the face. Little did you know the victim was awake, plotting to get revenge swift and quick. Gil took the hand that was covered in

Maxie X Reader - Sleepwalk Your sleeping quarters was a good place for gossip to fly around. Like Tabitha liking Maxie, Maxie liking Archie, etc. Only at night was it peaceful, with everyone asleep and it was the perfect time to read. It was somewhere between 1 to 2 in the morning, with everyone off in dreamland. You knew you would regret this in the morning, but the book was too good to put down. Everything was tuned out, including the snores and mumblings of the grunts around you. You snapped out of it and turned off your flashlight when you heard some crashes outside. You slipped out of bed and moved out into the hallway, and to your surp

It was over. It was finally over. The Second Gem War ended. The Cluster was gone. They did it… Well… It was they… On the beach were hundreds of gems, all split into gem shards. Among them were the Crystal Gems. Steven walked over to the gem shards, smile disappearing from his face when the Gems were nowhere to be seen, along with Connie. Connie… He began to sing the song that he sang to the gems at a young age. “We… were the Crystal Gems.” He picked up Rubies and Sapphires shards. “We tried to save the day.” He was choking up. “And if you think we can’t…” He pic