Tramp stamp Eridan x ReaderTramp stamp Eridan x Reader by brambledei
You were running on the beach, your feet barely touching the hot sand as you watched the house that was getting closer and closer. It was a three story house with multiple bedrooms. The siding was a cream color and there were purple flowers by the door. When you reached the gate, the front door swung open, revealing one of the three men that occupied such a large house, “(y/n)?” without replying, you threw yourself onto the troll, tackling him to the ground.
You opened your eyes and smiled at him, “hey Eridan!” a royal purple flush appeared on said trolls cheeks and he smiled back, revealing his shark-like teeth, “hey (y/n). Wwhat are you doin here?” You shrugged, “I was fucking booored…..sorry for knocking you down by the way. I’ll get up”
You tried to get up, but found yourself stuck in Eridan’s cloak. “Shit…Eridan, I’m stuck. Where’s the latch to your cloak?” you looked down at hi
Eridan x Reader: SearchingThe seadweller sat at the bottom of the sea, never quite feeling as hopeless as he did now. Well, that’s what he was, right? The destroyer of hope. He felt like crying, but tears were meaningless and invisible underwater. He cried anyways.Eridan x Reader: Searching by QuinntheConqueror
Dejectedly stepping into his hive, he grabbed the clay heart which had been given to him long ago by someone long forgotten. He carved into it the words, “No one wwill lovve me anywways.’. Groaning at how cheesy it sounded, he found the nearest fishing line and jammed it on. He didn't need a damn heart. What good was a heart with no love to fill it? He slowly sunk to the bottom again, sadness consuming him.
You did not want to be on this boat. Boats are stupid, why not just go in the water? And they had to give you this stupid fishing rod so you could cast it off the stupid boat and catch some stupid fish. Stupidly.
This is stupid.
You felt a huge tug on your stupid fishing pole, almost sending you cascading over the stupid edge of
Scotland X Reader (America's little cousin)Scotland X Reader (America's little cousin) by crazzzychic
"But dudette!" your older cousin, Alfred F. Jones (America) whinned. "You have to go with me, I'll be lonely!"
"I would, but parties just aren't my thing, Alfie, plus we have class tomorrow remember?" you said giving him a look as you looked up from your studying.
You had never understood how your cousin could go partying on a school night and survive the day, but then again you had been born in Puerto Rico and people seemed to take school more seriously there in your opinion. You sighed, about to go back to your studying, when your cousin literally picked you up and began carrying you out the door.
"Alfred! Put me down! I have to finish studying!" you complained trying to free yourself from his iron grip without any luck.
"Nope, you're going with me ____________, you need a break from studying!" Alfred said grinning his dorky little grin before he put you in the passenger side of his car and he climbed in the drivers seat making you sigh.