Various one shots of lots of different ships.

December 11th, 1981. Belleville NJ. "Listen, short stack. I suggest you move along. What are you, twelve?" The leader said, and Frank snorted. "Seventeen, but thanks for that. Really nice to be told I kept my good skin." Frank laughed, taking another drag off his cigarette. "Come on Frank, it's not worth it." Josh laughed, tapping out his own cigarette on the bottom of his Doc Martens. Frank ignored him though, stepping right into the leader's space, looking up at him. "Can I at least know who the fuck's tryna kick my ass?" Frank smirked, cigarette hanging from his lip again, right next to his lip ring. "Gerard." The man glared down at Frank as he spit out his name. He gestured over his shoulder to his left. "That's Ray." He gestured over his right shoulder. "Mikey."

Color. How exactly do you describe a color to someone who has never seen it before? Red, like the feeling of the summer sun on your skin...yet they have never seen the yellow light glowing from the morning sky. Blue, like the deepest of chilly waves in the ocean, yet they have never seen the cool crisp color of the ocean, lakes, or rivers. How do you describe color in this world of black and white? This fic is based on an AU where one doesn't see color until they fall in love. Hope you enjoy.

My breath was laboured, coming in gasps as I continued to sprint. My boots hit the ground in quick stomps, propelling me forward on the hard, dusty ground. I heard heavier footfalls behind me, the person's steady breaths in time with mine. "Cyanide! Cyanide, come back! Why the hell are you running towards the Dracs?!" I heard Carcrash Heart call out, sounding like she was struggling to breathe, and was at least a hundred feet behind me. At the same time, another voice had joined her. "KOBRA! Get your ass back here! How many times have I told you, you're not invincible! Dracs can kill you!" The new voice was scratchy, sounding closer than Carcrash. I pulled out my black and blue ray gun, gunning down the first drac in my line of vision. More blasts came from behind me, and I dodged them, allowing "Kobra" to hit two more dracs ahead of me. That left one, firing at the people behind me. I dove behind a rock, and was finally joined with my follower. "Hi, I'm Kobra Kid."

vampires, werewolves, ghosts, demons, the things that covered the silver screen, they're real. they're beautiful, angry, lost, and terrifying. and they just so happened to be the people you idolize the most in the world.

Swimming closer to the surface, Brendon started to get a stronger reading on a sharp sense of...was that despair? Perfect.