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~Finally finished c: Here's the John fic~     You watched as John put his hand in the hat, realizing then how slim the chances of him picking your name were. Hell, with your luck he’d probably pick your best friend (or moirail, as the trolls preferred to call it.) Watching as if your life depended upon this moment, you saw a light blush dust his cheeks as he called your voice, the way the dork said it sounding like music to your ears.     “Have fun, you two,” Dave said, winking at John while you weren’t looking. The two of you stumbled in to the closet, the both of you were a bit known for your klutzy natures. Fall

~Well this is my first Jake fic, sorry for the out of characterness

     It was Friday night, and like every other lame teenager in the world you were at home doing nothing. Most kids your age would be out having the time of their lives, getting wasted and performing questionable acts that they would later regret in their futures.     Regardless of your current state, you still had a few friends, one of your friends being a bit more on the redder side of the scale than the rest. However, you knew that they didn’t exactly return your feelings, but you were fine with being just friends. Breaking your thoughts, you received a notification from your chums that you have been pestered.     CheekyFucker ha

Love. Karkat x reader     "Any volunteers?" your nuisance of a teacher, Dr. Vantas, asked the classroom, leaving just a few hands to shoot up in to the air. You looked across the class to your long time moirail Karkat, who nodded towards yourself as he raised his hand high up in to the air. Dr. Vantas, who also just so happened to be Karkat's older brother, was asking who would like to help with setting up the upcoming 'Valentine's Dance,' and it wouldn't be fair of you to leave your best guy friend alone to set up for this stupid thing. Reluctantly, you raised your hand as well.     "Alright, perfect. I'll be expecting to see you all this

1.Home ~Gamzee x Reader~ The taxi car rushed to a stop in front of your house, causing you to awake from your short nap. “That’ll be $80, ma’am.” The gruff looking driver spoke, putting out his lit cigarette in his cup holder. Rummaging through your purse at the speed of light, you managed to pull out four twenties and a five dollar bill to give as a tip to the taxi man. He smiled a light smile to you as you exited the cab, opening the trunk and receiving your multitude of bags. “Need any help carrying that inside?” he asked kindly, though the look on his face clearly showed he had little time to help o