ChigiMafiaBastards

You sighed, laying in the empty field watching the clouds pass was one of your favorite things to do. You were a troll with Olive blood, a hive hidden in a thick green forest, and who loved to relax in the sunshine. Most trolls found you weird and wanted nothing to do with you. However you had friends that you had met on Trollian. They were very interesting although you had to admit, you had started to develop red feelings for one specific troll. Sadly you knew there was no way he had any interest in a low-blood such as yourself, what with him being a highblood and a seadweller to boot. You brought out your husktop from your sylladex. You lik

Your name is (Name), and you have no date to the prom. So you decide to go alone. Your dress is a beautiful (favorite color) number with a lot of ruffles edged with (second favorite color or black), and your hair is styled to perfection. So, as we were saying, you're alone at prom. You're standing in a corner, watching the couples slow-dance to a song, their arms wrapped around each other like a vise. The only ones alone are the nerds, emos and that sweet derp, John Egbert. He had enough guts to show up to prom in a bright green tux, with a green slimer on the lapel. He was your best friend... And you wouldn't admit to it, but you had a cr

John x Reader: Bear Arms You fidgeted in your chair as Eliden, a tall girl with blond hair and lots of acne, passed out the papers. It was fifth period- US history- and you had a quiz on the amendments. Next to you, John Egbert muttered a string of nonsensical phrases, the words 'federalism' and 'arms' being mentioned. Suddenly he picked up his head and whispered, "Remember, (name)! The second amendments says that if a bear leaves its arms lying around, you can just take them!" You stared at him for a moment before breaking into fits of laughter. Eliden just dropped a quiz on your desk and took her seat. ~-Twenty Minutes Later-~ You glan

A/N: I'll try to make this quick this time. Here's part 2 of the fanfic. It still sucks, of course, but it's getting there. By the speed in which I'm typing I'm probably going to get at least one part up a day. I'm hoping I'll be able to do that until the holidays are over, which is in a while. So we're finally getting somewhere. Everything is the same as it was last time, yadda yadda I'mma just go so you can enjoy the crappy writing. - - - - - - - - - - "(_Name_) it's time to get up, come on!" Your mum calls as she pounds on your bedroom door. You groan and roll over, getting tangled up in the covers in the process. The banging on your