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Fae Quin
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October 5 - October 16, 2025
my plans to get more tattoos and my nose and nipples pierced. There were a lot of things on my to-do list.
I discovered an entire room in the back of the house that was stuffed full of furniture covered in white sheets. It looked like a graveyard for Ikea
“I didn’t break anything,” he said in a confused little huff, his brow scrunched up. “Did I?” He looked concerned.
Trees are assholes, I decided, beautiful assholes, but assholes all the same
“Richard. It’s supposed to rain,” Collin whined. “It’s gonna get all slippery and I’m gonna slip right off into the road and then some car is gonna be going too fast to see me and they’re going to hit me and I’m gonna die and you’re gonna be like ‘Oh man, too bad I was a dick to Collin and abandoned him in his time of need.’”
“Why did you want to go to the diner?” I asked, instead of acknowledging his sass. He just shrugged. “Chastity’s hot and gives me fries.” Wow.
I gotta put in a good word for my good ol’ buddy ol’ pal, Blair Witch. *Bitch Sorry, that was cuter in my head. You’re not a bitch. Only if you want to be. Because like, power to you and all that.
This had been the hardest thing I’d ever done—and now I just had to do it all again. Except—backwards, holding a kitten.
as I passed I inhaled his scent greedily, my dick throbbing against my zipper. Down boy. What the fuck.
“Fuck yes!” he cheered, and I glared at him. “Language.” “Freak yes!” he cheered again, clearly unfazed.
I’d read an article once that stated people who swore all the time tended to be more honest.
I was particularly gifted at one thing at least. Inadvertent plant murderer.
“Also I want you to promise me if you and Blair become…a thing…I’ll be the first person who finds out.”
“One. I don’t like you.” I held up another finger. “And even more importantly; Two, I don’t like you.”
Richard Blair, I swear to god if you hang up on me one more time I will hunt you down and make you answer. Before I even knew what I was doing I swiped left again and opened the chat box. Blair Kinky Richard Blair. Answer the phone. Blair No :P
Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen
if I hadn’t been so completely morally offended by the fact that Collin thought Lost Boys was a movie about fucking Peter Pan.
God, I felt like a two-bit whore. Except typically people wanted to fuck them, and Richard clearly didn’t even want that.
Bing, bing, bing, and the prize for most fucked-up childhood goes to Blair Evans! Your award is a lifetime of flashbacks and existential crises. Congratulations. Enjoy.
Jesus, please tell me that my life has not become Twilight
“Um. Do I want my dick sucked?” I rolled my eyes. “Why yes, Richard. I suppose that would be permissible.”
“Can we call it something else? Donor sounds like you’re about to steal my kidney and Hannibal Lecter it into sausage to feed your friends.”
“It’ll be the best last day ever,” Vanity said softly. “I promise.”
He was stupidly noble like that. A knight with shining fangs.
“You— a vampire—were going to relocate your family to sunny Arizona?”
“You can bite me you know,”
“You know I like it.”