➕Gothic ➕- Mikasa Ackerman x fem reader

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"Man, I feel like mold, It's prom night and I am lonely, Lo and behold, She's walking over to me
This must be fake, My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me"
- Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME BULLYING AND MILD HOMOPHOBIC TERMINOLOGY I will put warnings when the scene starts, as well as when it ends if you wish to skip it)

Friday May 28, 2009

It was the day of the junior formal, and the air seemed rich with excitement. It wasn't as fancy as the senior's prom, but it was still a perfect event for a couple hundred hormonal teens to dress up fancy and dance wildly until they keel over in exhaustion, and not have to worry about getting in trouble. The weather was warm and perfect, and you could not wait to spend the evening dancing and hanging out with your friends. 

You spent the better part of the morning putting together your outfit: a red and black silk dress that fell midway down your thighs, some fishnet stockings, and a pair of black heels you found at your house. You had picked a bunch of fun jewlery to pair with the outfit, and you planned to go to Mikasa's house in a couple hours so she could do your makeup. You woke up in an unusually good mood, and danced around your room to your playlists, getting all dressed up for the dance.

When it was time to go to Mikasa's house, you went downstairs to where your (guardian) was meeting you to drive you over, from there on, Carla would take you to and from. 

"You look very nice, though a bit creepy" your (guardian) complemented you. You thanked them as you climbed into the car and they drove off towards Mikasa's place. When you arrived, your (guardian) gave you the usual lecture about being safe, making good choices, and having fun. You roll your eyes and chuckle, grabbing your small black purse and jumping out, meeting Mikasa who waited at the open door. 

She looked beautiful in a short black dress with a corset style over the midsection, and long flowy black sheer sleeves and skirt covering her pale arms and legs. Her hair was down and she had bat berets in her hair to keep some out of the way. 

"Wow, you look beautiful" you whisper, the comment for no one's ears but her's. She giggles and blushes and grabs your hand, dragging you up to her bedroom. 

You both flop down on the clothing covered floor as Mikasa puts on some music and grabs her makeup bag. Her makeup was already done, and she gently grabbed your face to begin the transformation. By the end, Mikasa had turned you into a gorgeous emo model, and you were genuinely happy with your appearance for once.  Mikasa looked at you fondly and you felt your own face break into a smile; one that could only appear when you looked upon your beautiful dark angel.

Suddenly Carla knocks on the door. "Are you girls ready to go?" she asked, and Mikasa called out a yes and the two of you gathered your things and went downstairs. You had decided instead of going strictly as a couple, you, Mikasa, Armin, and Eren, were gonna go as a group, and spend most of your time together. 

You, Mikasa, and Eren clamber into the car. Eren getting front as you and Mikasa sat in the back, leaving space for Armin. You drive for a few minutes and Carla pulls up beside Armin's house, just as he's leaving his house, waving to his parents as he runs down the drive and slides in the back with you and your girlfriend. For the rest of the drive to school, you all talk and laugh together, Carla occasionally joining in.

When you pull up to the school, the parking lot is a mess of cars and parents and students, gathered in and around the gym door where the dance was being held. The sun had started to set, and golden light was falling to the ground. Carla parked and gave you all the basic lecture once again, and lets you go, wishing you all fun. The four of you clamber out of the car and head towards the gym doors, where you can hear music and see coloured lights from inside. The teachers at the door check your student ID cards and stamp your hands with ultraviolet stamps, and let you go in.