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Reader X Various Battle of Love Chapter 3 – Just Jean to the stables (Because Jean sounds like gone, get it? No... ok :( ). This chapter links in heavily with Chapter 2 btw, just saying. “Ok!” Connie says loudly with a proud smile painted on his face. He was clearly happy about this ‘genius’ (and I use that term VERY lightly) plan he had come up with. “What do you think?” You just stare down at the chess board and pieces in confusion. “Um, well if you wanna play a game that’s fine, I just didn’t think you were the chess type. You seem more like the type of guy that plays games like,

Your eyes slowly pried open in disgust as sunlight poured in from the window onto your pillow. You yawned as you sat up and lazily glanced around the room, to find that you are alone. Your eyes went wide and only one thought raced through your mind 'what time is it?!' You jumped out of bed, flinging the covers off of your body as you ran to put your clothes on. 'Fuck! I can't miss breakfast two days in a row!' As you threw your clothes on your body as fast as possible, all you could think was malice towards the person who had promised she would wake you. 'Sasha! I swear I will never share food with you again!' --- A chill ran up that ver

''They're staring at you again (first)'' Annie's monotone voice pulled you away from the book you were reading. ''Who is?'' you asked not wanting to turn around, you watched as her ice blue eyes peered over your shoulder. ''Reiner, Jean and Connie'' ''Can we leave?'' ''Would be for the best'' Sliding over your tray of food towards Sasha, ''If you can cause a distraction I will give you the rest of my dinner'' Sasha eagerly took the tray and gave you a wink ''Consider it done (first)'' she jumped up from her seat and made her way over to the guys table from what you could hear she was begging them for food, making them turn around to protec

WARNING: It’s KK, guys...he’s a cusser c; “This is ridiculous! I mean what the actual fuck?” The small troll slumps down into the armchair across from you and folds his arms across his chest. You have no idea why your good friend John decided to bring along a guy who hates parties to a party. Not to mention the fact that this “guy” is actually a space alien troll with grey skin and candy corn horns that are tiny just like the rest of him. At least, you assume he’s tiny. You can’t really tell with the baggy turtleneck he’s wearing. You also find him to be adorable. It’s just someth

Warning: Karkat takes a liking to swear words cx “You’re such a fuckass!” Karkat calls from outside your window. You pull away from his view and fall onto your bed in fits of laughter. Right now, just one story under you outside your window, a freezing and quite angry troll is demanding entrance to your house. It’s snowing right now and Karkat despises the uncomfortable chills the snow gave him. Slowly, you stand back up and put on your best poker face as you look back down at the small troll. His arms are folded across his chest and his glare is at you. You decide that you’ve been torturing your moirail for

'I don't even know why I agreed to this.' Andrew found himself pondering his decision silently, glancing every so often at the lady attached to his arm. She was dressed up as The Dolorosa, and he was The Psiioniic. What a strange shipping, no? But that's the fandom for you. All the crack ships. All of them. "Andrew?" Her voice snapped him from his thoughts as her confused, [e/c] stared back at him, stopping her walking. "Something wrong?" In all actuality, he was admiring how well made the cosplay was made. The veil was thin and lacy, perhaps even better than Andrew imagined it, and the dress was dark green and black, just like in the comic.

    ____ ____ sat outside in the front lawn of her house. She tilted her head to the sky and smiled, letting the raindrops hit her face, and drench her to the bones.    ____ had been sitting out in the middle of a rainstorm for an hour now. Before hand, shes had been making soup for Andrew, her boyfriend, while he typed away in the attic. Today was one of the days where she was told to leave the bowl outside the door. Andrew was busy working on his new game.    ____ was a follower of the web comic Homestuck herself, hell she even helped with ideas and planning, but Andrew was always locked away in the attic, always wearing some weird cosp