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bostongirl13 · 3 years

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Piano, Thanksgiving and heart attack

A/N: I wrote this with the intention of continuing this story ➡ New Dodger photo , but it can safely be treated as a one shot.

Summary: I think the title explains it all 💙

Warnings: age gap, Scott and Chris are assholes, swearing, mistakes

Words: 1,5k +

TUESDAY

You growled in frustration not being able to remember a single word and what was in the linguistic pragmatics tasks.

"Stupid subject" you muttered, throwing your pencil across the room and letting it hit the wall. Dodger, who was lying on the couch behind you and keeping you company, raised his ears to the sound.

You've been sitting in the living room with your back against the sofa for a good five hours because your lecturer thought up an exam the day before the long weekend. Because, of course, speech acts, language functions, the theory of speech acts, and the communicative intention are so damn important that they can't wait until next week.

"Fuck" you cursed under your breath and rubbed your tired eyes. You felt your head starting to ache. And tears fall from my eyes from staring at the laptop screen for a long time. You needed a break, but you knew that if you do it, there is no chance that you will go back to studying. Being stubborn and hard to give in by nature, you took a deep breath and started reading the definitions and tasks once again.

Chris, of course, knew how difficult and hard this item was for you, so he was always as quiet as possible, occasionally bringing you a bowl of fruit, coffee, or tea, and ordered take-out food. He was loved. Even though you didn't thank him and just nodded your head, or just said nothing and paid him no attention, he knew you appreciated his help anyway. But seeing you sitting another hour in front of the computer with red eyes and tired, broke his heart. He couldn't watch his love work to death, and he knew that if he asked you to take a break, you wouldn't. So he came up with an idea, the implementation of which would make you leave your studies.

So he went to the piano standing against the wall and after a few minutes of choosing what he wanted to play, he put his fingers on the keys and caused the first notes to come out of the instrument.

You stretched and flipped through the notes page when you heard like music fills the air without effort, the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the couch behind you. You listened to the melodies played by your boyfriend, feeling it sweep your whole body. The best thing about music was that it gave you strength and motivation. The variety of music in the universe is so diverse that there is something for everyone to enjoy. Music doesn't worry about anything; that’s the beauty of music.

You turned to Dodger and stroked his head.

"Dad is probably giving us a sign that there is enough study for today"

Dodger licked your face. “Okay, okay, that's it. Come on "you got up and stretched again. The dog jumped off the couch and followed you into the room where Chris was playing.

Chris was sitting in sweatpants and a navy blue sweater. His long fingers moved over the keyboard of the instrument, pressing the keys in the correct order so that the emerging notes formed a melody.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "Thank you," you whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad you finally got away from studying. Do you like what I play?

"Very" you sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulder "Can you play any more?" you asked.

Chris kissed your head and started playing again.

Now sitting close to him and the instrument, you could hear and feel the musician much more clearly than before. Dodger lay down on his bed near you and listened too. Your eyes immediately felt heavy. You closed them, but you tried to stay awake. He had time, music surrounded the space him. You had to admit that of the many talents Chris had, this one was one of your favorites.

"I think it's time to sleep, Princess" you nodded and you let him rise you from chair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, holding tight. "I guess I should start talking to you Koala" he laughed and you pressed your face against the hollow of his neck.

After a warm shower and putting on something to sleep, you both cuddled into each other, or rather you into Chris not allowing a minimum of a gap between your bodies. Even though you had an important exam tomorrow, you felt calm and knew that you would do well tomorrow.

THURSDAY

Quick update: there was no exam because it turned out that the lecturer did not have time to prepare the questions. You were relieved, but you were also furious because you could spend this time with your beloved men. However, you will not turn back the time, and what was now mattered.

You sat snuggled up to Chris on the couch in his mom's living room and watched as two pupies and Dodger attacked Scott on the floor. You tried not to laugh because you knew the video would end up on Instagram, but you really couldn't help but see this scene. Even Stella giggled and watched the whole thing happen. You put your cheek to Chris's shoulder when he finished recording.

"All right?" he whispered to you, seeing your eyes freeze at one point, you were thinking something

"Yes. I'm just happy. Thank you for taking me with you to your mother's Thanksgiving. Maybe I shouldn't, but I feel like I'm surrounded by my family."

"How could I not take you with me," he said in an offended tone. The invitation was obvious to him and he saw no other scenario for the day. "Honey, you shouldn't feel bad about being comfortable with my family. On the contrary, I'm glad you feel that way. It means a lot to me. And I can assure you that they also treat you like a family member." he kissed you on the lips to which you heard "ugh!" and laughed seeing Stelle covering her eyes.

Later that same day

You, Chris, Scott, and Dodger came back to Chris's house. All the way you couldn't stop laughing at the guys whining about eating too much.

As soon as you entered the house, the three men took their place on the couch in front of the TV. You rolled your eyes and being a good girlfriend, you went to the fridge for a beer.

"What have I done to deserve you," Chris said, taking a cold bottle of amber drink from you.

"Don't get used to it too much" you kissed him, "I'm going to take a shower" you add and disappeared down the hall.

"Don't you dare to let her go," said Scott, being sure you couldn't hear "If you do, I’m gonna kick your American ass." he took a sip.

"Funny." Chris laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let her go."

Getting more comfortable after showering, you put on leggings and Chris's hoodie. Completely unaware that a trap awaits you as soon as you exit the master bedroom.

You've been moving around Chris's house by heart. So instead of looking straight ahead, you looked at the phone. Chris and Scott were standing behind the wall so that you couldn't see them and both of them, with video recording, waiting for you. After a while, they heard your footsteps and they both looked at each other. Chris showed three fingers as he counted. 3... 2 ... 1 ...

"Y / N !!!" they both shouted giving you a heart attack.

"Aaaaaaaaaa ... !!!" you screamed, terrified, and you jumped up and you slipped and fell. Chris grabbed you at the last minute and pulled you close. "Are you crazy ?!" you snarled.

Your heart was beating dangerously fast in your chest, your breathing couldn't slow down. Both guys were laughing when you thought you were having a heart attack.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but you were the only one I hadn't scared off yet."

"Be careful I don't scare you, you asshole," you threatened by hitting him on the chest. "How old are you? 5?"

"Oh, don't say you haven't got used to our childish behavior yet." Scott smiled at which you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry," Chris repeated and kissed the top of your head.

"You guys are so cute," commented Scott.

"That goes for you, Scott too. You both are on my blacklist," you narrowed your eyes.

Chris hugged you tighter, feeling your heart beating fast. You hugged him, cuddling up to him and trying to calm down.

About an hour later you managed to play on them and scare them. In both cases you recorded everything and with a smile on your face, pleased with yourself, sent them the video, which they both later uploaded to Instagram.

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fallinforgyu · 2 years

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Idk I'm writing this on the spot at like midnight so no judging if it's bad >:( (which after rereading it, it is) I also dragged it out longer than I needed too, so, it's not over? Part 3, maybe? If I don't just decide to disappear because this is honestly HORRENDOUS

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Maybe it wasn't the best idea you'd ever had.. Maybe, it was the worse idea you'd had. You're not sure what made you decide to go to Beomgyu's.. any reasonable person would want to stay away from the person who helped cause your breakup.

But alas, you weren't a reasonable person.

"Beomgyu?" You muttered softly as you slipped through the door, which promptly had been unlocked. "Beom? Are you home?"

With no response, you let out a shaky whine, which was promptly cut off by a load groan a few rooms away accompanied by a load thud.

"Beomgyu?"

Silence

"Can you hear me?"

Silence.

It was deafening, if there was ever a time you wished to hear his laugh, it was now.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, because your best friend wouldn't respond, inching closer to his room, you let your eyes squeeze shut as you reached for the door handle.

"please don't be naked, please don't be naked, please don't be- oh thankgod, "

You couldn't help but laugh softly at the boy, who was infact, not naked but hunched over his desk with his eyes glued to his computer monitor, oblivious to everything around him.

You hesitated as you walked closer, your arms wrapping around his shoulders lazily.

"boo~"

Gasping, the boy paused his game in order to glare at you. "What the fuck was that about?" But he stopped you from speaking almost as soon as he had the chance "have you been crying?"

"yeah?"

"why? Is everything okay?" You could see the panic set in on the boys face, swiveling in his worn down office chair to face you "what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Beom," you smiled, it probably looked weaker than it felt, even you couldn't ignore the way your lip quivered "we just, broke up. That's all" you muttered, getting whiplash yourself by the sudden change in your emotions.

You weren't one hundred percent sure what Beomgyu's reaction had been, you vision was quickly blurred by the tears that, for the second time that day threatened to fall..

-🐈⬛

AAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL THIS IS NOT HORRENDOUS DONT SAY THAT 🗣🗣🗣

i need to fall in love with best friend!beomgyu right now :( and the part where you scare him while he’s gaming was SO cute i’m gonna cry

#🐈‍⬛ anon #bunny's mailbox 📬

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izukuwus · 4 years

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Bread and Brownies

Requester: @birds-have-teeth

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, love! I had a bit of fun with this one <3 I’m sorry it’s so short though aaaaaaaaaa I tried to find anywhere I could add more and I thought it would actually suffer if I tried to add more than this fic needed and I ;-; I’m sorry I love u

Warnings: some eggs were harmed in the making of this fic, some suggestive text but nothing spicier than pepper

Word Count: 1600+

"I think you look better like this, I dunno."

Izuku lets out an indignant gasp at the accusation. "And here you were saying I looked perfect before."

You giggle, turning back to the recipe with an eye roll. "Well, yes, but I hadn't seen you in an apron before." You toss your head over your shoulder, winking. "It's a good look for you, hon."

The apron in question is simple, understated. The main part of it is a smooth forest green that matches Izuku's hair, with black straps wrapping around his waist and shoulders and a baby blue pocket over his chest. It's a classic—in looping cursive on his chest reads "kiss the cook", but what makes it so perfect, however, is the smallest personal touch—the shoulder strap is held on by two white clasps in the shape of rabbit heads. The touch is subtle, but you can't help but mentally squeal at how cute he looks.

"Well, maybe I should wear it more often, then," he teases. "Oh, please." You pop up on your tip-toes, kissing him on the nose before shoving a bowl into his arms. "Less flirting, more mixing. You're the big, strong man, mix this up for me while I get out the other ingredients."

"Are we seriously making box mix brownies for your work party?" he asks with a roll of his eyes as he begins mixing the batter.

You snort. "No, the box mix is just the first step. The brownies aren't the show-stopper here, it's what we're putting on them."

"I still can't believe that you tricked us for years into thinking your godlike brownies are just Godiva brand, box mix brownies," Izuku says dramatically, lazily moving the spoon about the bowl.

"They're good, idiot. And the brownies are just an avenue for the good part, which is made from scratch."

"Box mix. My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend makes box mix brownies."

"Izuku, I will literally give you the softest hair known to man if you don't shut up about my family brownie recipe," you tease.

"First I'm not already perfect, and now you're telling me all those compliments on how soft my hair was were lies? Et tu, [name]?" His eyes are covered by his arm as he drapes it over his forehead dramatically.

You raise a single egg in your hand threateningly. "One more word and I crack it on your head."

He's silent for a long moment, meeting your playful glare with his own challenging glint. "How long am I supposed to mix this for?"

"Combined, but not smooth. We love the lumps in this house." You relax your posture a bit, setting the eggs back in their bowl and going back to collecting ingredients for the other things you've planned to bake today.

"Got it. How's this?" He tilts the bowl towards you, crossing your kitchen to lift the spoon out of the batter and show its consistency. You're satisfied with the consistency, but just in case, dip a finger in to taste. The minute your finger's in your mouth and you've nodded your approval, he slowly sets the bowl and spoon on the counter. "...also, you can try to crack an egg in my hair, but that's assuming you can reach it, box mix."

You squawk, reaching for an egg and scrambling after him as he bolts. "Izuku! That's it, get back here! I'll climb you like a tree if I have to!"

Laughter rings through the apartment as you chase Izuku, wielding an egg threateningly in one hand.

"No, no!" he calls over his shoulder. "I give, I give! Just spare me from your eggs-ecution, angel!"

You freeze, nearly dropping your weapon as you try hard not to double over in laughter. "I can be persuaded to let you off, this time, for a fee."

"What fee could I possibly pay in exchange for my life?"

You hum, eyeing him mischievously. "I think you know what I take as bribes by now." You carefully slip the egg into your apron pocket to put away later.

"Remind me?" he says innocently. You roll your eyes and tug him towards you, sealing your lips over his in a sweet, slow kiss. There's a suspicious hint of brownie batter on his lips, and when you pull back, you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Have you been stealing batter when I wasn't looking, mister?"

He grins innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I'm sure you don't. Such an upstanding hero would never lie to me or steal brownie batter." You smile and turn away to go pour the batter into the pan.

Izuku joins you not long after, wrapping both arms around you from behind and snuggling his face into the back of your neck. "I'm so glad you trust me, sweetheart."

"Yes, yes, I'm very loving and trusting," you tease. "Let me go so I can put this in the oven, dork."

"Nooo," he whines. "You're so huggable. Don't wanna let go."

"Oh my god, you are the worst baking partner. I'm never asking you to join a baking marathon with me again."

"But [naaaaaame]~" he whines into your ear before letting you go. "I love youuuuu." God, you can hear the pout in his voice.

"I love you too." You roll your eyes with a goofy smile before leaning down to slide the brownie pan in. "Come on, I promised you I'd teach you to make my favorite bread, and if you behave, we can get the first proof started before the brownies are out. Can you set the timer for me, baby? Fifteen minutes."

He nods, determination flashing in his eyes. "We're gonna work together so well you'll have to ask me for help next time."

You giggle. "Alright, alright, I get it. Let me know when the timer's set."

Izuku salutes you with a grin before dutifully setting about his assigned tasks. The rest of the baking goes as smoothly as it can–amid soft laughter, teasing jokes, and the occasional errant smear of flour, both the brownies and the bread are the best you've ever made them.

Bonus:

Later, when the smell of bread wafts through your apartment and the brownies are somehow successfully iced and cooling (despite your goofball's best efforts), you come up behind Izuku, wrapping one arm around him in a soft hug. "Thank you for helping me bake today, Izu."

If a man could purr, he would be. You press a gentle kiss to his back, giggling when you can feel the vibrations as he speaks. "Thanks for teaching me how to make your signature recipes."

Your eyes lock on their target as he speaks, readying yourself as your hand slowly inches toward its goal. "Mhmm. You'll never use the knowledge against me, right baby?"

He chuckles, wriggling around to turn in your arms. You panic, but it's far too late to abort the mission—you pop up on your tip-toes and pull him into a kiss before he can see what you were about to do. He smiles into the kiss, hands landing on your waist and pulling you closer. You peek one eye open to aim for the prize, and finally, finally, it cracks.

Izuku yelps when the first feeling of cold and wet seeps through his hair, yanking himself back in surprise. "Did you actually—[name]!"

In your heart of hearts, you know you should run while you can. Izuku's fast even without his quirk, but if you're quick and act while he's still processing, you can get away. So you bolt, expertly maneuvering your way around your furniture, and you're about to make it into the bathroom to hide when your feet go out from under you and you shriek as Izuku lifts you off your feet effortlessly.

"You are gonna pay for that," he growls playfully, carrying you into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him. He tilts his head forward, and you whine as the egg you'd cracked onto his head slides off and plops onto yours, the yolk breaking from the force of the landing.

"Zukuuuuu," you whine, writhing in his arms as the egg seeps into your hair. "whyyyyyyy?"

He giggles, carefully setting you down. "Now you have to join me in getting cleaned up."

"I would've joined you anyway, jerk!" You roll your eyes as you untie your apron, desperate to get out of your clothes before you have to wash egg out of them.

"I couldn't take that chance." He looks so damn smug, and god, you'd love to wipe that grin off his face, but you're more worried about stripping at present.

"Hate you," you grumble as you yank your shirt off. You yelp when arms circle your waist from behind, tugging you close as a warm kiss is placed on an egg-free section of your head.

"Love you too, my sweet little box mix."

The moment is sweet for about two seconds. Pretty much up until the moment a drop of egg white drips down onto your now-bare chest, eliciting a shriek at the cold, gross sensation.

"Okay, okay, moment over," you complain, forcing yourself out of your boyfriend's vice grip. "You can be cute when we're in the shower, egghead."

"Mhmm, and you can apologize for cracking an egg in my hair while we're there," he replies, raising a daring eyebrow at you before he strips down, himself.

You climb in the shower after him, and true to both of your words, he is cute while you're working the egg out of his hair, and you do, in fact, apologize. Whether or not that apology is, how one might say, proper, well, it's one that Izuku accepts wholeheartedly, and isn't that what really matters, in the end?

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 1)

Chapter title: Into The Unknown

A/n: aaaaAAAAAA me starting another series?? but ofc!! I'm actually so excited because um yes! Also, this seems so confusing I'm sorry!! I'm trying AAAAAA!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, please please leave me comments!! Also!! Objection! is still going and will still be updated regularly (probs more than this tbh) I just really wanted to get this out

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 2064

summary: Virgil is suddenly thrown into this magical world of kingdoms and royalty. Coming from the modern world into this fairytale land isn’t easy but he meets some eccentric people. He has to collect 3 amulets from three princes to return home. The loveable Prince Logan, the radiant Prince Roman, and the passionate Prince Patton. Of course, all fairytale have dark and evil just wafting through… It definitely isn’t what Virgil expected to get up to during his winter break…if it even was winter here

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing

Ao3 Link

“Come on!” Patton squeals as his horse simply races faster. He takes a step stabilizing himself as he takes upon the holster. He looks behind him, steadying his bow as his eyes make contact with one of the king's men. He aims a little lower, firing away instantly grabbing the reins of his horse. He smiles giddy allowing himself to take a right turn into the forest, disappearing in the ember trees ablaze with a fiery passion.

“You're going to get caught one day” Logan chides helping Patton down from his steed, Patton laughs falling comfortably into his arms, his boots landing on the rough terrain. “Pat, it's not funny!”

“No, it’s not” Patton pouts, hardly keeping his giggles under control. “I’m sorry, it's just ah! The excitement!” Patton keeps a hold on Logan’s hand, their gloves keeping them apart. The rustle of leaves alerting them as they reseat themselves upon Nork. “My liege” Patton teases, Logan flicks him gently wrapping his arms around Patton's waist. A shivered tickle runs down Patton, Logan lays his head on the prince’s shoulder.

“Ready” Logan tightens his grip, nervous even though he'd been on the horse a million times, Patton allows his face to dust a light pink.

“Giddyup!” He taps the reins lightly, and off they go. “Try and come after us now...your highness” He mocks sweetly, Logan laughs simply deepening his hold.

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“Ow, my head” Virgil groans sitting up, his body feeling heavier than it had. His clutches the ground around him seizing as the grass tickles his fingers carefully. “What the…” He watches the world around him, realizing the snow had disappeared and the roof keeping him safe to play games all day was gone. Panic set in but he allows it to be surface level, don’t let it dig through you...don’t let it.

“Are you alright?” Virgil didn’t mean to jump but the voice had felt embodied. Like if it was in his head of sorts, but alas. Virgil fears what might come should he look up but does so anyway, meeting a curious young boy around his own age. “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!” His voice was so...posh? His clearly English accent felt so sophisticated, Virgil was embarrassed to speak. His gruff mumbles nothing compared. “I’m Dolion” The boy extends his hand, allowing Virgil to caution his way towards it.

“Virgil” He greets, dusting himself off. Should he have done that? What if this kid was trying to murder him? He takes a breath, reminding himself of what his therapist had told him should he find himself in a dire situation. Being transported millions of ways from home definitely qualified, right? “D-do you know where we are?” He wonders, still taking in his surroundings. Dolion shakes his head, looking just as confused.

“Peculiar” The boy decides, picking up a small flower. The yellow radiated from his hand before exploding shortly after. The boys jumped back, fear upon their faces.

“What the actual hell?” Virgil questions, now much more aware of where his feet were. “What was that?” He murmurs, treading lightly as he joins Dolion, examining the remains.

“I have absolutely no idea” He replies, his hand grazing the grass, more curious than frightened. “Oh...my! Virgil look!” Dolion taps incessantly, Virgil turns ready to condemn him but his eyes fall widening as they lay upon a castle.

“Holy…” Virgil trails off, he must be dreaming. Quickly rubbing his eyes he takes a deep breath. Ok, scenarios. One; he was kidnapped. Two; He’s dreaming. Three; He’s been drugged. This couldn’t be real? When had his breathing felt short, hold on...focus? “Eyes” He mumbles

“Eyes?” Dolion repeats, Virgil shakes his head, the world becoming less of a blurry image.

“Sorry, I’m good” He lies “Let’s just figure out where the fuck we are” How he was so calm? It had to be the weird aura the floated softly over the land, he felt...at home

I gotta get out of here

…

Wherever here is

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“Mm tired” Patton mumbles, his eyes barely fluttering as Nork continues slowly. Logan nods hopping off of the horse, steadying himself as he leads them over to a sheltered cove. Patton falters awake, sliding off the horse carefully, allowing Logan to snake his arm around his waist. “Thank you Lo” He mutters sweetly, Logan nods keeping him stable.

“Of course, you should get some rest. You’ve been at it for hours” Logan advises, setting Patton down in a bed of leaves, the twigs barely poking the surface of his cloak. Logan goes to his neck, a quick rush as he realizes something is missing. Patton hears his quick shuffles, opening his eyes.

“Logan? What is it?” Patton sits up, his demeanor becomes alert as Logan’s eyes dart frantically around.

“My amulet, it’s gone” He identifies, Patton jumps up taking a shoulder, allowing comfort to seep through him, knowing full well his next words aren’t going to do so.

“No its not” He mumbles pulling his bow, his arrow pointed down as he examines the terrain. “Logan, move very slowly” He warns, the prince nods. He aims his arrow, allowing it to fly through the air, knocking something out of a tree. “Who’s there?!” He questions

“Patton” Just a distraction. Patton turns quickly, to find Logan isn’t where he left him. He simply watches as two men grab hold of Logan, doing the same to him on his end. His bow clatters to the ground as he struggles.

“Logan!” He cries, fighting against the brute forces that hold him. “Let him go!” He begs, he could care less what happens to him. But Logan had done nothing wrong. Soon the world silences as slow steps crunch upon the forest leaves.

“Hello Patton” The voice, as always, was deep. Not formal enough, but authoritative as it spoke.

“Your majesty” Patton seethes, Logan hates the sound. He knows it’s only reserved for certain people, but even then never should something so awful fall from Patton’s mouth. “Let him go!” He tries once more, the king has to admire his resilience. A swift kick and a graceful twirl and Patton could have these men staring down his bow but that would put Logan in danger.

“You know what you have to do Patton, it's really quite simple” The king smiles, evil drips from his perfectly punctured face.

“I’ll go with you just, please… let him go” He surrenders, his eyes watching Logan, the prince shakes his head. The prince doesn’t need his help but it was easier to go down without a fight. The king snaps and Logan topples to the ground, his knees sink into the dewed grass.

“Your father misses you dearly Prince Logan” The king turns now, facing a recovering Logan.

“I doubt that” He mumbles, the king laughs. A bellowed sound as he snaps once more. “My amulet?” He requests, the king mutters but with a flick of his fingers, a deep blue amulet returns to its rightful place around Logan’s neck.

“Take him home” He instructs, Patton pulls more, tugging as hard as he can. “Now now, don’t make this worse” The king mocks. Patton sighs defeated, his gaze never moving from where Logan is. A quick look is shared between the pair as Logan is promptly stuffed into the back of a carriage, ill find you again. “Now him” The king points, Patton stands shaking off the men. He grumbles as he kicks the floor beneath him, following the king to a separate carriage. He looks around making sure the area is clear as the rest of the people pile in. He waves his hands swiftly, watching as his bow disappears behind a cloud of glistening mist. He smirks triumphant, taking his place next to the king, trying to drown out the sounds of Nork whining for him as they attach him to the carriage.

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“Are we there yet?” Virgil moans, Dolion stops turning to him. His head cocks.

“There where?” Dolion questions “I hadn’t realized we had a set destination” Dolion quips, at first Virgil found his naivety charming, adorable even but now? Now it was getting on his nerves. They had no idea where they were, they didn’t even know each other. Virgil had to wonder why he felt so calm, maybe it hadn’t set in. Or maybe he knew truly deeply, he was dreaming. He had to be. He also had to be distracted as he lunges forward tripping over a newly appeared rock.

“Ow..” He grumbles, sitting up. Dolion catches up to him, kneeling beside him.

“Are you alright?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. He helps him stand once more. “That’s odd, that wasn’t there before” He turns, Virgil follows his gaze realizing the entire scene had changed. Not even a moment ago they had been traversing through an open field yet somehow...they now seemed intertwined in a dark forest. Looming trees watching their every move. The shadows were already uneasy but the hidden rustles of movement didn’t help.

It also didn’t help that nothing felt real, Virgil almost couldn’t feel his innards. Typically he’d be freaking out, but instead, he felt defiant. As if he should have a sword in his hand, ready to fight his way to victory.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Oh, you’re not from around here, are you?” Virgil was going to need people to stop doing that. He jerks his body towards the source, feeling Dolion mimic his movement. It took a moment to adjust as the light settled and the mist cleared. A bright pink cloud disappeared as a figure descended gracefully landing upon a clearing. Talk about sensory overload, Virgil blinks. The figure was dressed from head to toe in a mixture of pink and brown. His clothes flying around him, as he himself simply was. Glasses sat atop his nose, drooping ever so often, little crinkles as he smiles through their conversation. “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!”

“I’m not..startled” Virgil pouts, crossing his arms against his chest.

“I’m Emile” He greets moving forwards, Dolion marvels as he doesn’t walk but...hovers. He whisks his wand and finally plants himself on the ground. He waves it once more, Virgil watches as the glitter follows him, dancing around him before disappearing leaving his head clear.

“What are you? Some kind of fairy godmother?” Virgil mocks, Emile laughs a sickeningly sweet sound.

“More like a fairy godfather!” He exclaims delighted, Virgil’s frown stays. “I’m here to help you!” He smiles, Virgil wonders how long it’s going to take until he gets sick of that. Nobodies’ teeth should be that white.

“I just wanna go home” Virgil begs, feeling now how desperate he is. His entire body exhausted as it trails behind him. His eyes plead softly as they meet Emiles. The fairy figure pouts sadly, his glasses drooping “Can you help us?” Emile hesitates but nods

“Of course i -“ Another poof as a darker cloud surrounds the forest, another figure appears. His hair falls into his face covering his eyes, a grey streak lining it. He wears an extravagant outfit mixed with black and greens, a mischievous smile. Around his neck lay a simple necklace with a name engraved; Remus

“And then Emile the fairy godfather said ‘No fuck you’” Remus narrates lazily, Emile groans but slowly his eyes grow wide. Virgil jumps right into Dolion, the boy keeping him steady. “Yeah hi,” Remus waves, Dolion waves back, an intrigued smile spreads.

“Prince Remus! What are you doing here?” Emile inquires, Remus turns to the fairy figure cocking his head.

“It's not prince anymore” He hardens, something raw about it. “And Im...not entirely sure. I was hoping you could help me” Remus says honestly, Emile nods waving his wand hoping something should occur.

“I don't...I don't understand” Emile dims, his gaze falling towards the floor.

“And so, a newly discouraged Emile and two confused travelers would embark on their journey” Remus recites, quickly covering his mouth. “I...I don't know where that came from” He admits. Virgil sighs, comfortably allowing his head to fall upon Dolion's shoulder. The other boy not sure why, but he doesn't mind the gesture.

“And now the show begins” He mutters as the group ready themselves, for the unknown.

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renlimotroll · 4 years

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And let me crawl inside your veins

Warnings: BL/ Personification/ Out of Character/ Mature Content/ Imagination

Tags: LimoSiru 🍋🐶 Halloween fic, supernatural elements

Summary: Siruko is going to kill Jiraichan for taking him to the stupid haunted house. But before that, he must escape it first.

A/N: Actually, the Mature Content warning is just me being paranoid. They don’t even kiss here, sadly. But there might be sexc (?) 👀 undertones. If you don’t care about that, go ahead and enjoy. [Title taken from a Billie Eilish song]

“iT wiLL bE fUn, siRukO-sAn! i’LL prOtEcT you sirUkO-sAn dOn’t woRRy!” Siruko seethes in anger, because if he doesn’t focus on that, he’s gonna piss his pants for real. He’s going to kill Jiraichan, he swears. There’s a moment of creepy silence, and he’s really scared to his bones. He doesn’t even want to take another step. Either someone’s gonna die because he kills them accidentally in his fearful state, or Siruko-san will of a heart attack.

He takes another peek from behind his hands covering his face. It was pitch dark, and Jiraichan and Quartetchi were long gone, leaving him behind in this maze of nightmares. Siruko hears the sounds of chains being dragged across the floor, metal against concrete making him grit his teeth. Nope nope nope, Siruko had to gather his courage. Whatever that was, he’s not gonna stay here to find out what it is.

One shaky step after another, he walks carefully ahead. So far, no one’s jump-scaring him anymore, after the zombie, the werewolf, and the man laughing maniacally, chasing him with a chainsaw and suspiciously looks like Hana-chan. His heart beats loudly in the chest, and he eyes with suspicion every corner and nook in case something jumps out again, not that he can see within this dark room. The light bulb keeps blinking erratically, its buzzing loud to Siruko-san’s strained hearing. All his senses are alert, wary of everything. Suddenly–

“EEEP!” Something touched him. Something definitely touched his butt. Siruko’s head whips around but he sees no one. He was so sure, he can’t be mistaken. Please please please kamisama get me out of here–

A soft chuckle behind his ear. Siruko turns around quickly, but no one is there. That— that can’t be his imagination.

“O-o-o-okay…” Siruko’s jaws tremble; he can barely get the words out. “Wh-who-whoever you arrrre– i-it’s s-scary I-I admit… yay-you-got me-scared-you’ve-done-your-job nowpleasetellmewheretheEXITis!!”

Something breathed on his neck; he can feel the coldness travelling down to his spine. Something snaps on Siruko’s mind.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

The purple head ran for his life, almost tripping several times. Another masked guy who was gonna scare him got startled instead as Siruko zoomed past him.

When his lungs were about to give away, Siruko stopped to inhale life back to his body. He breathes heavily, catching his breath. He was doubled over, clutching his chest, so he didn’t see the pair of red eyes staring at him.

“I–haaaah–I ssssswear *breathe in* —-i hate *breath out* haunted houses—”

“Then why are you here?”

“AAAAAAAAAA—-” A hand covered his mouth, cutting off his shriek. Siruko scrambles to get it off of him, his flight-or-flight instincts kicking in telling him to get away. “Sshh sshh shhh, it’s okay it’s okay, it’s me babe, it’s me, daijoubu…” A deep, sexy voice comforts, making soothing noises as Siruko struggles against a hard body.

When the words finally register in his terrified brain, Siruko calms down, shoulders slumping down in relief. Siruko recognizes his boyfriend, and the dark room just makes the red eyes glow dangerously but beautifully. He is momentarily mesmerized by Limone-sensei’s eyes and he forgets he was about to pass out.

“Smphnssiiii wrrrmmf,” Siruko whines, muffled by the hand covering his mouth. Sensei lets the purple head go once he was sure Siruko won’t scream. “Senseiii waaah!!!” Siruko clutches onto Sensei as if his life would be saved by this hug, afraid to let go. Limone-sensei rubs his boyfriend’s back soothingly, finding his almost-sobbing boyfriend cute. With his other hand, he pats his boyfriend’s purple hair reassuringly. Okay, so maybe Sensei is enjoying scared-out-of-his-wits Siruko, but of course he wouldn’t say that out loud. Siruko knows how to kill him.

“Yosh yosh, kowakunai kowakunai… Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

When Siruko finally recovers, Sensei lets him go reluctantly. He wipes Siruko’s cheeks with his beautiful fingers and playfully drops a kiss to his upset boyfriend’s nose. “Why are you even here? Can you walk? Let’s go somewhere private.” Suddenly they hear someone’s high-pitched scream in the distance and Siruko jumps out of his skin, holding onto Sensei’s uniqlo shirt tighter. Sensei would have blushed if he could. I should have brought him to haunted houses before. He hushes the alarmed whimpers Siruko made.

“Chencheeee… Mu-mu-muriiii…. I cccan’t—”

Sensei laughs lowly. “Hang on then, I’ll get us out of here.” Siruko wraps his arm around the teacher’s neck; a normal human would have choked with how tight his grip was, but Sensei wasn’t exactly normal. Sensei scoops him into a threshold carry easily, and Siruko has done this so many times before that he knows he has to close his eyes as a precaution.

After literally five seconds, they were outside, the crescent moon providing little illumination to the otherwise empty location. Sensei tries to let him down gently, but Siruko shakes his head vehemently. He’s not sure if he was gonna throw up because he was so scared or if it was because of Sensei's insane speed. Eyes scanning the area, the blue head finds a bench and strides towards it. He then pries Siruko’s death grip on his neck and sits him down carefully. Siruko knows he doesn’t have the strength to stand up; the adrenaline that made him run like crazy before was now replaced by weariness from all the shouting he did. He’s grateful to be sitting down; being scared is tiring.

“You okay now?” Sensei asks, massaging Siruko’s hand as Siruko tries to gather himself together and breathe. His heartbeat is still loud in his ears, but at least his knees weren’t shaking so hard anymore.

“Un.”

“I know you hate haunted houses, so what are you doing in the scariest horror house in all of Japan?”

Siruko’s eyes narrow threateningly. “Jiraichan.”

“Ah.” Sensei nods, needing no more explanation.

They sit there in silence for a while. The chilly air bites Siruko’s flushed cheeks, but it helps him regain his sanity. Siruko breathes in and out again to get the jitters out of his system. He finally gets his mind functioning enough to ask, “And what’s a real vampire doing in a haunted house?” He stares pointedly at the teacher, who smirks arrogantly.

“Part-time.”

“This? This was the part-time you were talking about?”

“Hana-chan.”

“Ah.” Siruko rolls his eyes, needing no more explanation. “Aren’t they gonna look for you?”

“I can make it back in no time. I needed to make sure you were okay first.”

Siruko fights the smile forming on his lips. Sensei was the most caring person in the world, and he’s touched. “If I ask you to kill Jiraichan and Quartetchi for me, would you? Please???” He turns on his pien eyes, but it’s never been effective against the vampire who has actual hypnotic powers.

“Omae bakagayo?”

“Tch.” Siruko mock-frowns. “Then at least kill that guy who felt me up. I’m not kidding, I swear someone touched my butt! It wasn’t my imagination, I’m sure of it.”

“Actually,” Sensei rubs his neck nervously, “That was me.”

“WHAT?!”

“Don’t be mad!” Sensei raises his hands in defense, as if Siruko can actually hurt him. Siruko glares, unimpressed. “You can’t blame me for not being able to keep my hands off of you.” Sensei tries to charm him with his smile. It didn’t work.

“SENSEI!!” Siruko crosses his arms angrily, feeling betrayed. “I WAS SCARED SHIT OUT OF MY MIND! How could you do that to me?!”

“Aww c'mon,” Sensei snakes his hand around the purple head’s waist, tugging him closer. Siruko stubbornly looks the other way. “It’s your fault. I was just doing my job scaring people, then you walk into my room looking so adorably frightened, the temptation was hard to resist.” Sensei noses the point where Siruko’s neck and shoulder meet, inhaling that sweet, delicious scent that always makes his mouth water. He nibbles the skin playfully, opening up the bite mark that has been permanently there since they started going out as a couple.

Siruko sighs in defeat, tilting his head as a silent permission. Sensei bites down a little hard and sucks. Siruko gasps, closing his eyes in ecstasy. The sensation of his blood being sucked was always so… intense and painful and pleasurable and scary. He becomes light-headed and weaker by each second. Yet, kaleidoscopic colors were bursting behind his eyelids. His lower region starts to take interest in what’s happening and warmth pools under his belly. There’s a reason why victims are always helpless against a vampire feeding on them, it’s like they’re injected with horny hormones and serotonin.

It only takes a few seconds, and Sensei laps the bite wound close. He licks his lips and savors the taste of his beloved’s blood on his tongue. With his heightened hearing, he can still hear the blood throbbing violently in his lover’s veins, and he waits patiently for Siruko-san to recover again.

“You’re so unfair.” Siruko murmurs breathlessly.

“Iyayaya, you’re the unfair one. You’re like a walking temptation to me.”

“OI! SENSEI!” Someone shouted and Siruko’s eyes flew open, jumping on his seat. The thought that their secret is revealed scares him a hundred times more than any haunted houses. However, it was just Hana-chan calling their attention from what looks like the employees’ back door. “STOP HAVING SEX AND GET BACK TO WORK!”

Siruko sighs in relief while Sensei responds to Hanachan. He looks in the other direction and sees Jiraichan and Quartetchi exiting the damned place, the pink head clutching Quartetchi’s arm so tightly it looks like he was gonna rip it off, and he looks so traumatized and pale. Siruko forgives the pink fairy in his mind; he can never get angry with him. It was probably for the best they left Ichihachi waiting in the car at the parking lot. Two steps in and the cat guy will faint.

“Go back to your friends,” Sensei chuckled. “I’ll see you later?”

Siruko pouts, hating that he has to leave his boyfriend’s side. “I don’t know, I’m still angry at you.”

“Then… what if I finally let you record my voice for your morning alarm?”

“Really?” Siruko’s purple eyes widen in delight. “REALLY REALLY REALLY???”

Sensei shakes his head in exasperation. Sometimes his boyfriend looks like an overexcited dog. “Just one phrase.”

“YATTAAAAAAA!”

Sensei face-palms and sighs. He doesn’t know if torturing Siruko-san a while ago is worth it in exchange for a stupid recording, but whatever makes Siruko happy, he guesses. He should have upped the ante and scared his dumdum boyfriend even more a while ago. Siruko was grinning from ear-to-ear now, and Sensei kinda misses the terrified, shaking uncontrollably Siruko who latched onto him tightly earlier. Ironic how Siruko-san is frightened of horror houses but not scared to date an actual monster.

“Happy Halloween,” Sensei mutters to himself sarcastically as Siruko kisses his cheek.

OWARI!!

🍋🐶

A/N: I finally finished it!! This has been sitting on the laptop since last Friday. I found out that I became too dependent on stress to be able to write, and I’ve been staring at this document for three days because I couldn’t write it because I wasn’t stressed. So, I got stressed over not being able to be stressed, and the fic has been written.

Vampire Sensei is too hot, help.

Thank you for reading it! Lovelots, Ren~🌻

#LimoSiru #limonesensei #siruko #bintrollfanfic

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 4 years

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What if Nicky and Erik brought Erin & Aaron to Germany to live with them instead of Nicky going back to SC? How would that go down? (would Erik and Erin get along?)

AAAAAAAAAA This took so long and turned out super shitty but I’m sad and tired. Please accept this meager offering of soft Twinyards!!!

The twins attend a very posh Christian school but only because Luther is the pastor there. They’ve got high-quality uniforms and Erin hates them because in winter she has to walk around in a foot and a half of snow in a knee-length skirt. Aaron really likes the uniforms because they’re the most expensive clothes he’s ever owned. Bless my baby's pure, sweet, heart.

It’s also very strict, keeping boys and girls separate for the most part. Because of this, the twins don’t see each other very often. However, since Aaron’s been going to school here since before Erin moved to Columbia, he’s got a fair amount of friends. He’s notorious for getting all the girls because he’s the best linebacker on their exy team. Senior year, he gets named one of the Head Boys. His new position + being an absolute teacher’s pet = Aaron abusing his privileges to sneak around the girls’ half of the school. He has Erin’s schedule memorized and knows that she’s probably bored in class so he’ll walk by the windows of her classes and make faces at her as he passes by. Erin won’t admit it but seeing Aaron stick his tongue out at her from the window is the best part of her day.

The courtyard is the only place where girls and boys are allowed to be together. Ronnie has managed to attach herself to Erin’s side *cough*by Aaron’s request so that his sister won’t be a friendless fuck*cough* so she’ll drag Erin over to hang out with Aaron and his friends. Erin is intimidating so most of Aaron’s friends end up abandoning him in the courtyard. For the most part, it’s usually just the twins eating in silence while Ronnie yammers on and on about something or the other.

So the twins have some semblance of a relationship before Tilda’s death. But after? Yikes. For the most part, the twins don’t talk to each other unless they have to. All those twin antics? They’re done. Aaron stops showing up in Erin’s classes to try to make her laugh. They no longer sit together at lunch. Both of them part ways, spending as little time together as possible. And it hurts. It hurts them both so much. Aaron kind of retreats into himself directly after his mother’s death. This lasts about a week before he gets over the shock of it all. After that, he can’t really bring himself to look his sister in the eye. He knows what she’s done and why but he doesn’t understand how she could do it. Maybe it’s because she’s too empty to feel anything for Tilda. Before Erin’s arrival, Aaron promised himself that he wouldn’t let her devolve into the empty, emotionless monster that their mother was. If Erin killed Tilda without remorse then it meant she was too empty to feel anything for her mother. That meant that Aaron had failed. Aaron can’t look his sister in the eyes, not because she killed their mother, but because every time he does, he’s forced to face the fact that he’d failed Erin. That isn’t how he sees it though. He starts to think that Erin is unfixable. He blames her for all his problems and starts to hate her.

Erin is heartbroken. Everything she’s done, she’s done for her brother. With Tilda gone, Erin hoped to help her brother heal but it seems that she’s just made him worse. She lets him hate her. At least he’s not in danger anymore.

However, the twins manage to pull together a united front in front of Luther. No matter what Erin’s done, Aaron isn’t going to abandon her to face Luther on her own.

“Blue for boys, pink for girls,” Luther said as he extended matching duffle bags towards the twins. Erin and Aaron stood with their arms folded across their chests. Aaron cast a glance to his sister, whose only response was a shrug. “Just get packed,” Luther snapped. Dropping the bags on the floor, he left them to pack on their own.

Once he’s left, the twins began packing. There wasn’t much for Erin to do. She just upended the drawers on the floor. Snatching the blue bag off the floor, she starts stuffing her clothes into it.

“But that’s mine!” Aaron whines. Erin makes direct eye contact with him as she crammed her bras into the bag. Aaron snarled at her before picking up the other bag. It’s hot pink. Muttering curses to himself, Aaron sets about packing his clothes. It doesn’t take Erin very long so she tosses her bag onto her bunk before curling up in bed. “Aren’t you going to help me?” Prying an eye open, Erin stared at her brother until he gave up and returned to his task. She lay there, watching as he cleared the remainder of his belongings from the room.

Nicky arrived an hour later to pick them up. He shoulders past the door, his father’s tool kit in hand so that he can dismantle their bunk bed. Look, Nicky Hemmick is a himbo with absolutely no idea how to use tools of any kind. You can barely trust him with manual tools but God forbid you give him power tools. It doesn’t take Erin long to realize this. Seeing him holding the drill the wrong way finally forces her to crawl out of bed. Extending a hand out, she waited for him to hand it over. From his seat on the floor beside the kit, Aaron sees his sister take the drill.

“Give me that,” Aaron demanded. “You probably don’t even know how to use it.”

“And you probably don’t know how it feels to have a drill bit lodged into your eye. Want to find out?” Aaron’s face goes white as a sheet. Nicky shepherds him out of the room to avoid any kind of physical altercation between the twins with the excuse of cleaning out the fridge. It takes Erin only fifteen minutes to dismantle the bed. Once they’ve moved all their stuff to the Hemmicks’ house, she puts it back together on her own in under half an hour. It took Aaron almost double that.

Living with the Hemmicks is nothing like living with Tilda. Every morning, Luther wakes the household to say a prayer at sunrise and to thank the Lord for this blessed day. As soon as they’ve told their prayers, Luther begins delegating the day’s tasks. Erin is sent to begin preparing breakfast with Maria. Aaron and Nicky make the beds. On Saturdays, Aaron has to wash all three of Luther’s cars. Every other Saturday, he has to help Nicky mow the lawn. Erin is assigned a lot of housework because ‘No man will marry you if you can’t keep house.’ One day, she’s going to kill Luther for being such a sexist prick.

Now that the twins are fighting, there’s only two places where the twins see each other. One, around the house. Two, the court. Letting Erin play Exy is a whole debacle. There’s never been a female exy player on the team in the history of the school. After much debate and Aaron threatening to leave the team entirely if Erin can’t play, they agree to let her on if she can pass a test. She’s got to block every shot taken on the goal by the school’s main rival in the next game. If she can do that, she’ll have won a permanent place on the team.

What a load of bull.

Normally, Erin wouldn’t care but she finds out that Aaron staked his position on her winning. If she loses, he has to leave. But if she wins? Not only will she be part of the team but Aaron will be promoted to captain. Aaron actually really wants to be captain. So she does it. From the first buzzer til the very last second, Erin locks the goal down. At the end of the game, she falls to her knees, too tired to stand a moment longer. As she looks out across the court, she sees her brother standing there staring at her like she hung the moon. Maybe exy isn’t all that bad, she thinks to herself.

It’s after this game that The Incident occurs. To celebrate the school’s first win against their rival since their establishment, Nicky takes Ronnie and the twins to Eden’s. While they’re there Nicky drinks a little too much and hits on a man who doesn’t appreciate it. He and his friends drag Nicky off and start beating him up. Erin is the first to notice that Nicky’s missing and goes in search of him. When she finds him, her stomach plummets. She beats the men within an inch of their lives before the cops arrive and drag her off of them.

A wave of deja vu hits the twins as they sit down across from one another, separated once more by four inches of plexiglass. Aaron’s usual look of utter disdain has returned and the weight of his gaze makes Erin uncomfortable. Whatever progress they've made in their relationship with the game is gone. Once more, Erin is back to being nothing more than her brother’s burden.

Aaron wants to scream. After hearing Nicky’s side of the story, he knows that the real reason they threw Erin back in holding was because of her past. The anger in his gaze is not for his sister. It is for the men that stand on either side of her, each of them carries a baton in one hand while resting the other on the tasers holstered to their waists.

Once they manage to broker their deal with the judge, Erin gets sent home with her meds. Luther is livid. He raises a hand at her but before he can bring it down, Aaron swings a punch right at his nose. No one raises a hand at his sister.

Nicky is so scared. He sends the twins to their room and they’re so taken aback by the fact that he’s raised his voice that they don’t argue. Instead, they scurry upstairs. Erin is high but even she understands the severity of what’s just occurred. Her babbling about how screwed they are isn’t helping Aaron who is growing more and more anxious by the minute as the voices downstairs swell and fall like the ocean’s tide.

The door to their room opens a few hours later. Nicky tries to smile at them but he winces. A bruise is blooming across his face, one that wasn’t there before. He very quietly tells the twins to get packed. Erin refuses but Nicky doesn’t stick around to hear it. He leaves Aaron to pack and deal with his sister. Erin just turns her back to him and starts fake snoring. Aaron is ready to pull his hair out. He clears all of his clothes from his drawers and, after some debate, stuffs them into the pink duffel. There’s no point in picking a fight with Erin. He shoves her things into the blue bag and grabs whatever else he thinks he really needs. Nicky calls them and Erin rolls out of bed to follow Aaron down. There’s a taxi cab waiting outside. Maria is sobbing. One of Luther’s cars is gone. Nicky kisses his mother goodbye while she begs him not to leave. Her pleas fall on deaf ears. Instead, Nicky waves the twins into the cab.

On the way to the airport, Nicky tells the twins that they’re going for a little vacation to Germany. It’s not a vacation and the twins know it but neither of them says it. Erin asks how Nicky intends to pay for the tickets and the color drains from his face. She laughs in his face. After a great deal of bargaining, Erin agrees to use the twins’ inheritance to book their tickets to Germany. She only agrees because Luther forbade Nicky from seeing Erik again. In moving to Germany, Erin is not only using up all her mother’s money but she’s now disobeying Luther, helping Nicky, and taking her brother far away from the memories of his sorry excuse for a mother.

Aaron is not pleased. He hates this. Whether or not they could pay for the flight wasn’t the question. What Luther was going to do to them was. Would he follow them out there? Would he report them as missing? What if Nicky got in trouble? FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck

Erik is waiting for them at the airport. Erin may be gay but she knows a hot guy when she sees one. As much as she wants her cousin to be happy, she’s also wary of this sunny-funny, happy-go-lucky man.

Erik has never met either of the twins but he’s heard a lot about both of them. He’s aware of Erin’s violent tendencies and overprotectiveness towards her brother so, rather than scooping them up in his arms for a giant bear hug, he extends a hand out to them. Both twins surge forward to take it but Erin beats her brother.

“You must be-” Erik’s words are cut off just like the circulation in his hand as Erin squeezes it. A poisonous smile spreads across her features. Mirth glitters in her dark brown eyes as they watch him squirm.

“Erin, please,” Nicky begs as his hands clasped over her wrists.

Yanking her hand out of his grasp, Erin grabs Nicky by the shirt and draws him close. “What have I said about that word?” she asks. All the playfulness is gone from her voice. Now, her words are laced with an unspoken warning.

“I won’t say it again,” Nicky promises hastily. “But you have to promise not to hurt Erik and his family.”

“Oh, Nicholas, I don’t have to do anything,” she replied. Her drug-induced smile is back but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Turning her gaze back to Erik she lets go of Nicky’s shirt. “This is your one warning, pretty boy,” she said. “Don’t ever try to touch my brother or me again. Come on, Aaron,” she over her shoulder. Aaron for his part seemed unfazed by his sister’s outburst. Instead, he hefted a ridiculous pink duffle bag over his shoulder. In his other hand, he carried a second bag, a twin to the first in every way except for the color.

Erik’s father, Stefan Klose, is a pastor and you can pry that from my cold dead hands. His mother, Clara, is a baker and plays the organ at church. It’s just the three of them there in Stuttgart but their extended family lives throughout Germany

Nicky and the twins are silent for the entire car ride. Walking in, they’re greeted by the smell of spiced pumpkin bread. Upon meeting Stefan and Clara, she immediately understands why Erik is the way he is.

If you think she was wary of Erik, you won’t believe her apprehension to his mother. Clara is so sweet, so loving, so kind. So much like Cassidy. When Erin first arrived, both Cass and Drake were so kind to her that Erin had dropped her guard. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again. As such, Erin never goes within arms reach of Erik or Clara.

After his first failed attempt at making friends with Erin, Erik doesn’t even go near her. He laments his woes to his mother. She suggests that he respect her boundaries. Clara never goes near Erin either but, once she finds out about Erin’s sweet tooth, she starts baking a lot of tooth-rottenly sweet things. She bakes them about an hour before the twins get home from practice and leave them out on the counter. Every time she returns from whatever work she’s been doing, she finds the plate empty. A few months after this has begun, she comes home to find a recipe scrawled hastily in what she’s come to know as Erin’s handwriting. It makes her smile. She bakes it and comes home to find something else tucked beneath the plate. It’s a photo of her dancing with her husband at an event they’d held at the church last month. She pins it to her corkboard in the kitchen.

The twins are, once again attending a Christian school but Stefan is the pastor here. The school isn’t separated by gender nor does it have a gendered dress code. They still have classy uniforms, skirts are just optional. They’re also super supportive of the LGBT community! They have a few trans teachers, two of the guidance counselors are gay and the senior chemistry teacher is a super sweet amab lesbian who’s married to the exy coach. They’re adorable.

The twins have lunch after 5th, 6th-period chem, 7th office aide/off-campus, and then practice. Essentially, they spend their entire afternoon together. Their chem teacher is the lovely amab lesbian I mentioned earlier. Aaron is skeptical of them at first. The last school he was at was incredibly….. Conservative *cough*homoandtransphobic*cough* Note: not every conservative is either of those things but a significant portion of the ones that I know are. Being shoved into this new environment is a lot for him but he’s assigned a position as the chem teacher’s aide. Erin has 7th off but she adores the chem teacher so she usually hangs around there too. After seeing how well they get along with Erin, Aaron finds himself a bit more drawn to them. Anyone who can bring Erin’s walls down like that is a massive asset to him.

Being with the chem teacher and then immediately after seeing their wife at practice every day slowly helps him unlearn his trans/homophobia. He ends up asking Clara for help baking them a cake for their 5th wedding anniversary. She’s so proud of him.

All of that being said, the chem teacher takes teaching seriously. After a lot of unruly behavior from the class last semester, she reseats the kids in alphabetical order for the remainder of the year. Erin and Aaron are lab partners and let me tell you it’s wild. After school labs are for a grade so they have to miss practice for it and the two of them usually have to stay much longer than the other groups because Erin is high as hell and keeps messing with things. In one of the experiments, she dumped too much of something into the mixture Aaron was mixing. It combusted and singed his eyebrows off. Aaron cried all night because of it. Erin felt bad and shaved hers off too in a show of solidarity.

Before Erin moved to Columbia, she used to wear a lot of makeup to cover up all her imperfections. She doesn’t wear makeup anymore but she’s still really good at it. Every morning she draws Aaron’s brows back in until they grow back so that he doesn’t feel too bad. He very much appreciates it.

With the twins having to spend their afternoons together, they’re once again building some semblance of a relationship. It’s really shaky, though, because they’ve already failed twice. Aaron ends up being very close to the chem teacher and Erin to their coach. The two of them have a very generalized idea of what the twins have been through so they start trying to help them too. A lot of times, the chem teacher will casually drop little tidbits of information about Erin for Aaron to pick up: her favorite songs, her favorite class, things that make her smile, etc. Coach is a lot more direct in her approach. Sometimes Erin’s high makes it hard for her to play so she’ll sit on the bench with her while the others play. During those times, Coach will talk to Erin about her own relationship with her older brother and offer advice on the aspects that she sees them struggling with. It’s slow going, but the two of them know that their hard work is starting to pay off when Coach catches sight of the twins sitting in the last row of the bus. Erin’s fallen asleep with her head on her brother’s shoulder, Aaron’s atop hers. Coach totally doesn’t take a photo and send it to Stefan and Erik.

Speaking of Stefan, he’s been secretly masterminding all of this. Who do you think made Aaron the chem teacher’s aide? Who do you think created their schedules? Stefan taught chemistry before he retired to run the church. He taught both the current chem teacher and the coach. He was there to help the chem teacher come to terms with their gender and the coach with her sexuality. He watched them fall in love AND HE OFFICIATED THEIR MARRIAGE!!!! The two of them are also Erik’s best friends so :)))

It’s not until the second-semester open house that the twins find out about any of this.

“You know, I used to go here for a while,” Nicky said, looking back over his shoulder at the twins. It had been nearly three months since their flight from Columbia but Nicky already looked so much better. Despite the lack of sun, his skin glowed with health. These days, when Nicky smiled, he smiled with his whole heart. Aaron couldn’t help but smile back. His cousin looked ridiculous clutching Erik’s hand, as he hopped from one colored tile to the next. Aaron watched as Erik patiently walked beside Nicky despite his childish antics. There was a warmth in Erik’s eyes as he gazed upon Nicky that Aaron had only ever seen on t.v. That wasn’t true. He saw it when Stefan looked at Clara and when Coach looked at Dr. Stein.

For the longest time, Aaron had not believed in love. None of his mother’s boyfriends had loved her. There wasn’t much Aaron knew about love but he knew that any man that could beat his mother the way her countless boyfriends had, could not have loved her. Even Luther didn’t seem to love Maria. No, he hadn’t raised a hand at her, not that Aaron was aware of, but there was something far too cold about the way he treated his wife for it to have been love. Aaron finally understood why the Klose’s meant so much to Nicky. Neither Aaron nor his cousin had known what it was like to be loved, truly loved, before the Klose’s. To love a person, you can not simply pick and choose the parts of them that you want. Aaron knew that know. You had to love them wholly and unconditionally.

Aaron slid his gaze to his sister. A myriad of emotions played across her face, ranging from her usual sense of drugged amusement to genuine excitement. The school had closed early that day in order to give everyone a chance to attend the annual school festival before open house. Aaron had spent the entire day wandering around the fair with Erin and a few of his teammates. They’d stepped into the school to warm themselves up long ago but his hands were still frozen solid. Sure, he could have tugged his gloves on or stuck his hands in his pockets but that would mean letting go of Erin’s hand. Aaron would sooner walk into oncoming traffic than risk jeopardizing his chance to fix his relationship with his sister.

“Aawen,” she cried, dragging his back from his thoughts. Her tongue was out a piece of cotton candy on it. He watched the spun sugar dissolved on her tongue.

“Gross,” he replied, but there was no heat in his words. She smiled wide before repeating her actions. Erin Minyard was eighteen years old but she acted like she was eight. Loving people is hard, Aaron thought to himself. Dr. Stein had told Aaron that it was okay to love certain parts of a person less than others so long as you didn’t try to change those parts of them. There were many times when Aaron didn’t like the childish person that Erin became beneath the influence of her drugs. The doctors said that the meds didn’t make her a different person. They just drew out a different part of her. If that was true then this was just another part of Erin. Aaron might not like this part of Erin but he still loved her. Watching her giggle and lick the spun sugar off the tips of her fingers, he decided that there wasn’t a single part of his sister that he’d change.

“Nicholas?” Dr. Stein called from down the hall.

It takes Nicky a few tries to find his voice before he finally croaks out, “Sofie?”

“It’s Felix now,” Coach said as she stepped out of the classroom. The twins exchanged a glance at the strangled cry Nicky let out when he saw the two of them. They watched in amazement as he ran up to them, arms wide. The three of them fell in a heap as Nicky barreled into them. “ Good to see you too, Niks,” Coach said with a laugh.

“What are you doing here?” Nicky asked.

“They work here,” Stefan said. Both twins whirled around to see him heading towards them. “Erik thought it best to ask the two of them to keep an eye on the twins for you.”

“I told you they were in good hands,” Erik beamed at Nicky.

“They’ve made great progress,” Dr. Stein interjected. She motioned towards the twins’ clasped hands. Nicky’s eyes grew wide. Nicky’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Tears welled in his eyes.

“Thank…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. He was too busy bawling his eyes out. Coach and Dr. Stein laughed before wrapping their arms around him. Erik knelt to join their group hug while Nicky blubbered on.

“You know,” Stefan said softly, “It would mean a lot to him if you joined too.”

“Erin doesn’t like to be-”

“Group hug!” Erin cheered, cutting her brother off. Dragging him with her, she threw both of them onto the pile. Arms wrapped around them and laughter surrounded them. Aaron searched frantically for his sister amid the crush of bodies only to find her smiling at him. She was still clutching his hand in hers. She gave it a tight squeeze and then Aaron saw it. Her eyes were bright and clear. She wasn’t high at all. In fact, this was as sober as he’d seen her in months.

Erin had chosen this. She’d chosen to spend the day with him. She’d chosen to take his hand. She’d chosen to hug Nicky. Three months ago, Aaron wouldn’t have believed that she’d do something like that. Hell, he could barely believe it now. Barely. Aaron let himself relax as Erin turned her gaze up to Erik. Had he not been paying attention, he would have missed hearing his sister thank Erik for all he’d done.

Maybe moving to Germany wasn’t a bad idea, Aaron thought with a smile.

In short, if the twins had gone to Germany, Erin would be fine by now.

#just a pipe dream #fem!andreil asks #erin minyard #wholesome twinyards #twinyards #erik klose #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard hc #aaron micheal minyard #aaron minyard #reveal to me your deepest desires

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omoghouls · 5 years

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i wanna come off anon but so many people i know CANT know im a omo fan ;-; so i shall cry and send you invisible hugs. thank you so much for your blog! if you take requests for more short stories/drabbles. how about something omo with rain, teething, and being called lamb. just looking for some fluff and comfort after a big accident poor baby:’)

aaaaAAAAAA omg ily so much nonny, so glad to be of assistance with supplying omo omggg 💖💖💖💖💖

Poor Rainy though! Teething for the water ghoul is a difficult thing ;^;

It all started, this, /situation/ earlier in the day. The bassist for the band had been putting up a slight fuss, unable to find comfort in his regular ways. And the elder ghoul's were quick to catch on what was troubling their young one.

Aër was, eventually able to coax Rain into letting him check inside his mouth, or, rather, the younger water ghoul had absentmindedly taken to knawing on the Air ghoul's finger while seated beside him.

"Teething," the elder mused as he slipped his fingers out, wiping the excess saliva on his robes, smiling softly to the pouting ghoul, "come now, I know this is not an enjoyable experience but, we can help eliminate some of the ache," he explained as he stood, motioning to the Earth ghoul.

"Terra, it it is not a trouble would you be able to brew some tea?"

The earth ghoul nodded as he padded off into the kitchen. Leaving Rain to look curiously at the air ghoul who had taken to rummaging through a nearby chest. Returning .moments later, placing a dolphin shaped silicon mold into his palm. A small dusting of pink fell over his cheeks as he placed the teether in his mouth, flopping his head onto the elder's chest with a heavy sigh. Only glancing up with the sound of feet approached.

"Here we are," the earth ghoul began as he sat the mug on the coffee table, "Chamomile," he added when the younger ghoul took a cautious sniff of the steaming liquid.

"An ancient aid for teething," Aër explained as he watched Rain take a couple large gulps, chuckling lightly at the face he made from the overbearing floral taste.

"It will help," Terra said, ruffling the curly mop of the younger ghoul before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Rain sat the now empty mug to the side, returning to his former position. Aër ran a hand through the other's hair as he looked back to his book in the other hand.

"Rest now, little lamb, I'll be here when you return."

The water ghoul yawned as he curled closer in, teether securely in his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut.

Unfortunately, with any tea there was a glaring side effect one faced from downing the herbal product so quickly.

Rain's eyes slowly opened up, his free hand rubbing against his face as he woke up. His hand froze when he sat up, the all too well known full ache left the younger ghoul to stifle a whine as he sat back up. A small pang of panic coursed through his frame as he touched the bedding rather than that of the comforting robes. He must have been out for longer than he had initially thought.

Swinging his legs over the frame he stood up. A soft gasp escaping his mouth as the gravity hit him. Hit him hard. Rain pressed his thighs together, rubbing his clawed hands atop his upper thighs as the wave of desperation surged through him.

He had to go. /Now/.

The water ghoul slowly shuffled out of the room, wincing at every step as his bladder sloshed like a overly filled waterballon. Although the washroom was meer feet away it felt as if he was traversing miles.

Rain whimpered, halting in his movements when a stream of urine jetted out, soaking the front of his briefs. Although it left not evidence, he could feel the wetness. He grabbed himself as he stood in the middle of the hall. His tail curling around his ankle as he danced in place, more and more spilling out involuntarily.

"Lamb?"

His shoulders tensed from the sudden voice, his body taking that brief moment of surprise to completely relax. Rain yelped as he shoved both hands between his legs as urine began hissing our, splattering onto the floor beneath him, glisting into a glaring, rapidly growing puddle. Rain's head lowered once the stream tapered off. Eyes brimming with tears as he was forced to feel the wet warmth quickly turning cold and fabric clinging to his trembling legs.

Feet quickly approached, the lingering body loomed over his small body.

"Oh my, have we've had an accident, lamb?" The voice cautiously ask.

Rain's eyes locked onto his feet as he slowly nodded, bottom lip quivering as he choked out an apology.

The elder shook his head sympathetically as he pulled the younger ghoul into a hug, "Little lamb, you do not need to apologize for something beyond your control," he cooed as he rubbed small circles into the smaller's back, "It was too much tea huh?"

Rain simply nodded as he pressed his tear stained face into the elder's robe. He sniffled as he felt his body moving from the puddle and into his sought out destination.

The elder gently sat the other on the closed lid of the toilet as he turned the faucet on. He turned back to the water ghoul, helping him in removing the soiled attire.

"There we are, come now let's clean you up," he guided him into the bubble filled tub.

Rain pressed his knees to his chest as the elder knelt besides the tub, tiliting his head as he watched the ghoul.

"It is okay, Rain," the elder said as he grabbed the damp wash cloth, "You had not meant to and we understand that wholeheartedly."

The water ghoul nodded as the last remaining tears slipped down his face.

"I-I thought I could," his voice trailing off as he held the end of his tail. Glassy eyes locking onto the purple eyes of the other ghoul.

"Sometimes, we have the best intentions in mind but, our bodies are incapable of completing what we require," the elder mused as he gently ran the cloth over Rain's face, "and we should not be mocked nor punished for such, scenarios."

Rain slowly nodded, leaning into the touch of the other.

The elder smiled and continued to wash the smaller ghoul, the two enjoying the peaceful atmosphere between them.

As the tub drained, the elder grabbed the fluffiest towel and wrapped it around the water ghoul before scooping him into his strong arms, securely cradling him on his hip as they exited the room. Rain rested his chin on the other's shoulder as the walked.

"Oh! And how are your teeth feeling?" The other asked as they entered the bedroom once more.

Rain blinked slowly, a small smile grew on his face, "They don' hurt!" He happily proclaimed as he was sat down on the bed.

The elder smiled, "So very good to hear!" He said as he rummaged around. Happy that his little lamb was happy once more.♡♡

#Omorashi #omocute #nsfc #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #water ghoul #air ghoul #earth ghoul #m #its 1am whoops 😂🌸

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fox-meat · 5 years

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2. Where's the most unusual place you've masturbated?: Hrrmm good question, no where too weird I don't think. My living room? Never done it in public lmao

3. Where's the most unusual place you've had sex?: Oh boy, uh, I mean aside from our room, I've done some stuff in a tent, and the other place would probably be my bf's parent's bed XD

5. What's your favorite sex position?: Okay so, me on my back, guy kneeling in front of me and going in, my right leg hooked around his hips, my left up in the air against his right shoulder so he goes in deep /)//////(\

7. What're your biggest turn-ons while making out?: Oh god so many, okay, here we go. Touching me literally /anywhere/ will probably make me lose my mind. Waist, scratching my back, my hips, my NECK OR MY FACE makes me melt hhhhh, I also love hearing the other person moan, or bite my lip, or growl something to me,,,,,

8. What're your most unusual turn-ons in general?: Well I'm a kinky/kinnie bitch so, I do enjoy being threatened. "I'll break your neck" is flirtation. Same with "You smell delicious". NOT NICE I MELT! UNFAIR! Uhhh there's a lot of things, some mostly based on any kin shifts I might be in. Right now I'm in Ren so I'll add in, speaking German, clicking open a pocket knife, smiling while hurting me, hhhhh yeah. Yeah. Lots of. things.

9. What's your darkest fantasy?: Okay so this obviously changes but. Basically rn since I'm in a Ren shift, I'd probably like something to do with the people I knew. Strade, Vincent, Farz, and apparently a Lawrence. Would be interesting to be tag teamed by them! Vince punches me for a while, Farz stabs out an eye (or two), Strade carving out things or taking off fingers, toes, a fox ear, hhhhhh, and then Lawrence gutting me, trying to crawl inside me. Stuff like that /)////////////(\

10. If you could have one fantasy fulfilled right now, what would it be?: LOL I should read these questions ahead. Uhhh okay so, well I really want someone to tease the /fuck/ out of me. Like either tying me to a bed or just letting me be loose, touching and teasing me, until I'm /begging/ to be fucked, and still not giving in. And then doing more, messing with my ears, my tail, licking and biting me, hhhhh everything, and /still/ giving me nothing. All of this while saying what a dirty, naughty little fox I am. How needy I am (I'm in heat so LOL), how I'm so pathetic and whiny. By the time they finally touch me, I instantly cum /)///////(\ MOVING ON

12. What are your hard limits?: Okay uh, nothing with scat. Watersports don't bother me, but they're not a turn on. Same with like, vomit. Doesn't bother me in a roleplay way, but not inrl. I don't have too many other hard limits tbh! Feel free to ask for specific ones if you're interested :3

13. How often do you masturbate?: Okay so I hate doing it like, when my bf is home. So it's normally on days I don't work and I take him to work. So maybe.. 2-4 times a week? Not often at all. I'm more thinking about/roleplaying sex than actually doing anything about it.

14. Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex?: Hrm a few times we've been in the middle of about to do stuff and my bf's sister will come upstairs. Never masturbating though!

21. Have you tasted yourself? If so, then what did you think?: Hhhh okay so, I did a looong time ago and recently when I did it was almost.. sweet? Like barely sweet. Wasn't bad, and could also be considered a turn on. Someone fingering me, then making me taste it. (OR THEM TASTING IT AND SAYING I TASTE GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAA) inrl though I don't like people going down on me or touching me. It's mostly about fear of being hurt. But in roleplay anything goes!

22. Are you vocal during sex?: OH VERY I can be quiet if I reeaalllyy try but I whimper and whine a lot.

23. Do you like being rough with your partner? Do you like when your partner is rough with you?: Being rough to someone else is hard, I get nervous. Being rough with ME is a lot better. I can take it~ I'm like a punching bag.

24. Do you like being restrained? Do you like restraining your partner?: If I'm doing it to someone else, I end up keeping them tied up tight so I can either hurt them or force feed them. I looooove being restrained. Never had it happen, but I always wanted like, someone to hold me either gently or roughly while another hurt me. (While typing that I had specific people in my mind doing it AAAA) so yeah.

26. What are your favorite parts/features on each gender you're attracted to?: Honestly? Love breasts. Love them. Butts are great too. I'm attracted to all genders so ??? don't really have a preference.

27. Have you ever tried something sexual and decided you weren't into it?: I actually don't think so? Aside from one guy saying he had a six foot dick and wanted to do vore-stuff with it :P yeah no. Not my thing.

28. What are your erogenous zones?: Specifically for a Ren shift, my ears and tail are definitely overly sensitive. My neck is too, and my face being touched is hhhhh so good. And my back/waist being touched or scratched is nice~

29. What're the most effective ways to tease you in public?: Oh I'm gonna regret this. So basically, it's very easy. If we're together while I'm in person, whispering anything into my ear will probably make me all flustered and blushy. If you're messaging me and I'm in public, 100% basically anything threatening to fuck me or hurt me will get me. Almost guarenteed.

30. What're your favorite was to tease your partner in public?: Well with my adorable little feedee boyfriend, I tell him how fat he's getting and how people probably think he uses a motor cart cause he's too fat to walk around ;3 around with how everyone probably thinks he's a precious little girl~

31. What's your biggest sexual pet peevee?: WHEN IM ROLEPLAYING AND EITHER I HAVE TO LEAVE OR THEY DO AND THEN IM SITTING THERE WAITING FOR HOURS AND THEN EITHER WE JUST DECIDE NOT TO CONTINUE OR AAAAAAAAAA I HATE IT AND I KNOW ITS NO ONES FAULT IT JUST SUCKS ITS LIKE A HUUUUUGE COCK BLOCK

32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like?: Okay uhh, depends I guess? Let's say it's a guy. Black leather jacket, tshirt, jeans, boots probably. (Basically Vincent Metzger LOL).

33. If you had to put on an outfit to turn-on your partner the most during a date, what would it be?: Oh if it's for my feedee, he'd probably love me in something that doesn't fit me well and would be super tight heheh. I never think I really turn people on that well.OH he does love when I'm naked and wearing only an apron >///

34. What are your favorite pet names/dirty names to be called during sex?: Oh god so many. SO MANY. Okay so, good boy, good fox, Fuchs, little bitch, slut, whore, naughty, (I don't like nasty very much), dirty, pathetic, weak, whiny, hhhhh there's a lot. a lot.

36. What's the best sexual compliment you've ever received?: Oh that I'm good at blowjobs apparently. I'll take it though~ I also hear that my screams and whines are apparently nice to hear.

37. Do you enjoy it when your partner has piercings and/or tattoos? Are there any particular body parts where you like your partner to have them?: I love lip and tongue piercings, along with ear ones. Wouldn't turn down a dick piercing, never tried having sex with someone who has one. I'd also probably be happy about any tattoos. I like seeing them on arms mostly.

39. If your partner was going to send you a video of themselves, what would they do to make it turn you on the most?: Hhhhh well, something along the lines of "Get your ass over here so I can fuck you", or anything of them with a knife. Mmnnnnn.

40. Are you a screamer, a grunter, a moaner, or a groaner?: Mostly a moaner and a screamer, sometimes a groaner. Hhhhh.

41. Is "vanilla" sex boring or underrated?: With the right person? Totally underrated. Like it's gotta be a comfortable, relaxing experience with someone you love.

42. What's the best orgasm you've had in the past few months?: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I can't go into details but I was roleplaying while masturbating, and yeah. It was great. So great. So fucking great.

44. Do you enjoy seeing your partner have sex with others? Would you want them to do all of the same things that they're willing to do with you, or would some be off-limits? Hhhh with my feedee boyfriend, I'd be a little iffy on letting other people feed him. Last time I let someone who wasn't Keir do it, they turned into the worst person in my life :') So. Other than that, I think I'd be okay. He's obviously allowed to do whatever he wants, so I wouldn't stop him. I might not want to see it though.

50. Have you ever cum without having your genitals directly stimulated?: hhhh yeah, touching my chest and teasing me a lot can do it, definitely. Mmmnn.

Thank you for all these questions!!!! I need to do more heheh, thank you!!!

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