"You text too much!" your dad complains. "You never go outside!" your mother nags. "I'm just a normal teenager!" you retort. But eventually, your parents can't take it anymore. Now fed up with your resilience, they decide to ship you off to a remote place approximately 300 miles south of the Arctic Circle. That's rig...
It was the same thing over and over. You would go to Eridan's hive, or he would come over to your house. A night full of pure and utter lust and in the morning you or he would be gone. A morning you would hate to wake up to. Eridan x Reader insert Lemon Homestuck
a little Dr Who drabble, 11th doctor x child reader^^ probable one time thing
the trolls have arrived on earth and trust me we don't roll out the red carpet. especially for one silent indigoblood.