Thetrueepicone

Warning: This fanfic may be offensive to some readers but if you’re here due to liking Onision, you can probably deal with some swearing and crude jokes. Any hate on Onision or complaining about him in the comments will be flagged as spam and/or ignored. Sliding across the oak flooring in your kitchen, you twirled towards the counter top and picked up your slice of toast covered in (f/j) jam as (f/s) echoed from your iPod dock. Taking a bite of the food, you smeared jam on the corner of your lip and wiped it off with your arm as you turned to enter the livingroom in your rented apartment. You were currently in Los Angeles for the next