[This is a POV from a female] It was nearing the end of your twelfth year of high school, and the boy troll who sat behind you in class still hadn't said a word. Not to you, not to anyone else. You had talked to your friends about it, though they all simply waved him off as "that weird quiet kid". You didn't look at him that way. When you saw him walk through the halls of your school, you could tell there was more to him than the pettiness of your friends would lead you to believe. Today you've decided that he will no longer be a stranger to you, though when things quickly begin to spiral out of control you may just begin to second guess yourself and those around you. Writer's Note- I realize how unbelievable it is to spend a year sitting in front of someone and yet not have an inkling of an idea of what their name is. And to anyone who takes up issue with that, I'd like to remind you that every story requires a mcguffin, and lets face it this is the easiest course of action with the smallest amount of space to be taken from the actual meat of the plot. Bite the bullet, cool your jets, and enjoy yourself. -KK

Ok! So in book one, we left off with someone taking over Kankri's hive, Kankri being locked up Gog knows where and the stranger and you about to strife. What will happen? Will you finally get some peace and quiet? Or will you suffer? READ TO FIND OUT!

(Oneshot) You stared at him and he stared back at you. You looked into his eyes and found that they were beautiful. There was something very familiar about those eyes. They were a deep blue, like an ocean. One that you found yourself drowning in. And then he smiled. You didn't think his appearance could get any more appealing, but his smile was something other-worldly. Your breath hitched as you stared in awe at the smile he gave you, so filled with an emotion that seemed familiar but you just couldn't grasp what it was. (I don't own you, John Egbert, the picture, or Homestuck. I own the storyline)

You, are working with Kankri. You have to listen to his rants. You have to help him "put on" his sweater. ((More like force him to put on)) And you have to help him out with whatever he says. XD Also, he is practically your friend and you both like it that way, since he doesn't do quadrants of course. But, there's something in his ways to you that seem more than just him being all alone.

A Godtier! John Egbert x Reader oneshot- enjoy! John Egbert and characters mentioned (besides you, of course) Belong to Andrew Hussie.

this is going to be lemon, but its my first time writing a lemon and I tend to be VARY* detailed. you have been warned so don't report this story please. I'm also going to use Kurloz's writing twerk so if I get it wrong let me know.*tmi detailing*