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My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 6this story originally belongs to ~sunshineanddaises112 who is allowing me to continue the story
The doorbell rand and Vash went to answer it without thinking about
putting on a shirt. He opened it, running a hand though his damp hair
and froze. On the doorstep stood (Name).
"Vash." She blushed at the sight of his chest and looked down at her feet. Vash shook himself and took a step back.
"Please, Come in." She nodded and followed him into the living room. There was an awkward pause and then (Name) spoke.
"Are you feeling better?" She looked up at him. Vash nodded slightly.
"Look-" They spoke at the same time and then stopped. (Name) smiled slightly.
"You guys are finishing each others sentences. You do realize this, don't you?" They both turned in surprise and saw Lilli standing there. She walked towards them. "And you know what that means..." She looked at
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 5this story originally belongs to ~sunshineanddaises112 who is allowing me to continue the story
~~~ Monday Morning~~~
The alarm blared but Vash didn't move. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling. He hadn't gotten much sleep for the past two nights. Yesterday he managed to keep himself busy and his mind blank. But at night, his mind would replay everything. Vash ran a hand over his face and through his hair. His alarm still blared but he didn't notice it. His door opened and Lilli walked in.
"Big brother? Why aren't you up yet?" She walked over and sat down on the bed. Vash looked at her curious face.
"I'm... not feeling well, Lilli." He said slowly and her eyes turned sad.
"Are you sick?" Vash sighed and sat up. Blood rushed to his head and the walls spun. He shook his head and slowly stood up.
"Come on, Lilli. We need to get you to school. You'll be late." He walked to his closet and pulled a shirt over his
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 4again I DO NOT OWN PART 1 OR 2 which can be
this story originally belongs to ~sunshineanddaises112 who is allowing me to continue the story
"So.... I have __________, __________, and ____________" She held them
out to him. "Which one do you want?" Vash took them and glanced over
"___(FavHorror movie)___". She nodded and put it in and they
sat down on the loveseat. Vash started out watching the movie
but then turned and watched (Name). She stared
at the screen wide eyed and jumped about every ten minutes.
Unconciously, Vash smiled. At one point (Name) screamed and jumped into
Vash's lap, her arms around his neck. Vash's face went red. (Name)
looked at him and realized the position they were in.
"Oh, sorry Vash." She blushed too. "I've watched this a million times and that
part gets me every tim
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
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If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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