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tsukishima kei is your perfect fit for academic rivals to lovers

he’s always been the smartest in class. whether it’s answers to an assigned chapter or an application question, he’s always ready with a raised hand before anyone else even has an idea of what to do.

that is, of course, until you’re in the picture. the two of you are always neck and neck, fighting for the chance to prove dominance in the classroom. your classmates bet on who’s topping the class, and tsukishima can’t help but detest you.

you make his job as class topper so much harder.

so he teases you. he challenges your every move. he makes you question yourself, only to be to be questioned in return.

you’re sure to toss a lazy grin at him everytime you’re the one with the higher score on that test (and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t drawn into you)

if it wasn’t for your infuriating smarts, he’d say he’s found his perfect match.

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Mornings With Leona Kingscholar

Characters Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Warning: None

Written for a friend’s birthday 🫶✨

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Mornings with Leona are lazy, surprise the end that’s the end of the content- Jk, jk… Kind of, mornings with Leona is lazy, a big shocker. Along with them being lazy, they are calm. You are wrapped up in Leona’s surprisingly toned, strong arms and you feel protected by him.

If you wish to get up, haha good luck. He isn’t letting you go. If he’s fully knocked out there’s 100% chance you’re not getting out of his grip. You may have a chance to get out of his grip though if he’s awake and refusing to get up. It isn’t exactly that much of a percentage but hey, a chance is a chance.

Mornings with Leona would have Ruggie barging in telling you and Leona that the two of you need to get to class. It won’t be effective when you’re beside Leona though.

Leona finds a sense of happiness and love when he’s with you. Something that when he was a child was little to none and in between used to having.

The both of you snuggling up to each other resemble cats, both of you feeling loved by the other. Even if it isn’t said explicitly.

For those special accusations such as a birthday, however, it may roll a little more differently…

You feel him getting up. This being out of his routine you keep quiet trying to piece together what is this lion doing. You sit there till you notice. He isn’t in the room anymore. You open your eyes seeing the room empty. Nothing seems to be out of place. Yet you have this feeling of uneasiness. Was it the fact that you were out of routine? Perhaps, but you believed that something was deeper especially with it being such a special day. You slowly peel yourself from the bed, slipping on your slippers. Before you’re able to reach the door however the lion was back with a gift in hand. He groaned upon seeing you awake, “I hope I didn’t wake you…“ He grumbled and you shook your head in response. “Well, here’s your gift. Happy birthday.” He makes his way and plops back on the bed. Not without you of course. He takes you down wrapping his arms around you as he leaves you to open up your gift. However, it’s not without a little mumble “Love ya’ Herbivore…”

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ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, Riddle Rosehearts, Bachira Meguru, ISAGI YOICHI, Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi, Idia Shroud, Kalim Al-Asim, Kunigame Rensuke, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage, Doppo Kunikida, Ranpo Edogawa, EDGAR ALLAN POE, Trey Clover, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Chuuya Nakahara, Sigma.

— 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.

Floyd Leech, Jade leech, Rook Hunt, Silver, SHIDOU RYUSEI, Itoshi Rin, Michael Kaiser, Alexis ness, Nagi seishiro, Cater Diamond, Malleus Draconia

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑.

ITOSHI SAE, Vil schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, Leona Kingscholar, Jack howl, Epel Felmier, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu.

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑

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did we just kiss?!

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: fluff, idiots in love, not proofread

wc. 0.7k

a/n: based loosely off of the "we accidentally kissed goodbye before they left for work" trope because it's funny and cute

itoshi sae is not an easy man to fluster.

in fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him get any further than slightly pink in the face. and even then he didn’t gratify you with any change in his expression, instead stubbornly staring at you with a deadpan. always so serious, that guy.

it’s not like he didn’t have people over. he actually had a lot of people over, but never the same one twice.

“being a celebrity sounds exhausting,” you told him one time. he just grunted at you in lieu of a proper response and slammed his bedroom door behind him. even famous people who live in the lap of luxury need to blow of steam once in a while, and it’s fine, you guess.

you only wish that they were quieter. maybe that was just sae’s type.

you’re not sure how you fell into the role of his roommate in the first place; you definitely did not keep up with the rent as dutifully as you should but for some reason he never minded covering the rest of the insane cost. you were just a friend from his youth— not his childhood by any means, in which the sentiment would hold up much better.

no, you met sae when you were seventeen years old. and since then he’s always spoiled you more than words could describe. in return, he comes home from gruelling practices to see your smiling face and the soft way you ask him “how was your day?”

he used to come home to an empty apartment, to a silence so loud that his ears would hurt. he would fill the air with white noise; leaving his tv running or boiling a kettle of tea, just to keep his sanity going a little longer.

he likes you. enough to allow you to be his white noise. it’s more pleasant than having to drink three cups of green tea every night, at least.

you’d like to think that you know everything about sae after living with him for almost two years. how he looks so tired in the morning and the way he doesn’t bother combing his hair, just slicking it back with some water and calling it a day. how he prefers to brush his teeth before eating in the morning, and then rinsing once with mouthwash after breakfast. how he comes home midday and flops onto the couch wordlessly to take his one hour nap at exactly 3 in the afternoon, and how he always falls asleep looking in your direction as you work at the desk on the other side of the room.

you’d like to think you know everything about sae. you don’t, but one thing is for sure: he really, really, really is not easy to fluster.

but one day, he finds you waiting at the door for him to say goodbye. you’re packing a little lunch into his gym bag because the night before he was complaining about always having to eat out during his breaks and that he was getting tired of bland food. there’s even a little sticky note attached to it with a smiley face and a heart with letters too small for him to read from this distance. and crap, it’s so domestic that he almost gets down on one knee right then and there.

(not that he has a crush on you or whatever, that would be so lame.)

“have a good day, sae,” you tell him with that smile on your face that makes him uncomfortably mushy inside.

“yeah, bye.”

and he’s not sure what kind of demon overtakes him, but he leans in to kiss you. a small peck right on the lips. it lasts maybe half a second before he stands up straight, eyes wide at his own actions, and pushes past you to rush out the door. as always, it slams behind him.

you’re left standing there in the entrance, staring at the door with a mixture of amusement and horror because itoshi sae, your roommate, might have just kissed you entirely on reflex.

he’s totally flustered, too, because in that half-second that his lips were on yours he swears you kissed him back.

when he gets into the backseat of the car waiting for him downstairs, his manager looks at him like he’s seen a ghost.

“are you… blushing?”

sae does not have a very good day after that.

© alaboadoa 2023. please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 - 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖧𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, s𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒, p𝖺𝗂𝗇 (𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇)

Crying, sniffle, and choked sobs. From the phone line he could hear it all. Anxiousness and worry filled his senses, he rushed to put his shoes on as he left his house. He ushered words of encouragement to his lover, “You are doing so well love, I’ll be there soon okay?” He felt out of breath as he made his way to the front of your house. Despite being a pro athlete the anxiousness, mixed with the sprinting did a number on him. Panting softly he fished out the keys from his pockets. He opened the door, locking it behind him. He kicked his shoes off as he sped walked to your room. He opened the door to reveal your huddled form on the bed. Blanket covering your body as you held your plushie close. He walked over to you and brushed your hair out of your face. “Hi darling… does it still hurt?” You nod as you felt tears fill up your waterline as a jolt of pain re-emerges. “It hurts so much Ranze…” The red hair male could only look at his lover with sorrow. He wished he could take away their pain, let them not have to deal with the hurt and suffering. Unfortunately he couldn’t, so he did the next best thing. He climbed into the bed, spooning them as he pulled them close. “Shhh I got you now. Drift off to sleep my love and let your pain fade away.” As he told them reassuring words, compliments and reassurance. His darling lover was able to fall into a blissful slumber. He promised himself no matter what, that he would always be here to make sure his precious angel could relax.

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pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: suggestive but nothing explicitly nsfw! angst (kinda), heavy narration, comfort, mutual pining (sae is bad at feelings lol), implied childhood friends to lovers

synopsis. sae was always afraid of those three words. he's broken, after all. how do you love when you are unlovable?

wc. 1.4k

i love you should be simple.

unfortunately, loving a man like sae was never meant to be peaceful.

it was always catastrophic—the way fire licks skin, the place where lightning and thunder meet, the expansive sea opening up to swallow you whole.

he was just like that, you suppose. closed off from the world in a way that you could not heal even if you tried your best to kiss the wounds away. he was never the type to open up about feelings. and he's never been sentimental, either.

being touchy-feely and sentimental are signs of weakness. the last thing itoshi sae wants to be called is weak.

the first time he offered up his heart on a silver platter, beating and bloody and raw, it was trampled into the ground. stomped out by the heel of someone who had seen him in his most vulnerable moments. it was just some fling in spain; he's not even sure he can remember their face, but for some reason he wanted to throw up.

he told you about it once in passing, with a coffee in one hand and your groceries in the other (he always insisted on carrying them). and he said it so nonchalantly that you had half a mind to laugh in his face and say "yeah, good one, sae," until he looked at you with a sort of sadness in his eyes that you couldn't forget.

you've quickly learned how to tread on eggshells around him when he was in a bad mood; delicately balancing between his good and bad days—mostly bad, mind you.

you're too patient. too kind to a man so broken. but he's too selfish to care.

he's had his fair share of hardships, maybe more than the average person. definitely more than he could count on all ten of his fingers. and each time life snuffed out whatever little light he had left in him, he became more and more angry.

angry at what? angry at himself. angry at the universe. filled to the brim with this rage that he couldn't tame. it's made him cold and detached and starved for warmth.

it was the natural progression of life that filled him with this greed and hunger. he craved for something to finally be his.

he can't love without it being disastrous anymore. it’s almost as if he needs something to fill in the gaps in his heart where fate has so brutally stolen from him; his career, his dreams, his brother.

he was thirteen when he left japan. he was eighteen when he came home. he was thirteen when he said goodbye to you in that airport. he was eighteen when he finally felt like he could breathe again.

but even with your fingers in his hair and your lips against his and the world finally coming to a halt for the first time since he was a child, he couldn't say it.

i love you should be simple. it should come as easy as a heartbeat. for sae it’s agonizing. what right does a man so unlovable have to give love of his own?

being unlovable is a horrible, lonely thing. that's all he knows. that's all he allows himself to know.

it doesn't help that he's bad at it, too. he really does seem like a monster when he says things he doesn't mean in order to protect his own heart. but what most don't realize is that the world has been terribly, terribly cruel to itoshi sae.

now he's twenty-three and doesn't know how to do anything but love devastatingly. he’s incapable of being gentle.

it's constantly there, in the back of his mind. dancing just behind the barrier of his lips when you give him soft smiles and smooth out his jacket with your hands. the words are pounding on the cages of his throat as you climb into his lap and smear kisses along his jaw, breathy and whiny and sweet. but then he bites his tongue until he can taste the blood, and buries his face between your legs instead.

i love you should be simple. for sae, it's the furthest thing.

it's a complicated swell of emotions in him, melting his usual indifferent facade until he's a puddle in your arms. he's not sure what love really is, if he's being honest. it's not something easily defined in a dictionary. words can’t describe the turmoil inside of him.

whatever it is, he's convinced himself that he's in love with you—that he always has been and he always will be. but everything he touches he sets ablaze. you're the last person he wants to be collateral damage. he's so fucking afraid that everything will be too real once he tells you those three words.

he's lived in reality his whole life. he wants to live in a dream for once. just this once, in your arms. and selfishly.

and you must know that, too, because despite making him dinner every night and sleeping in his bed even though your name is not on the lease, you've never told him you love him, either. but he can tell by the way your fingers brush his knuckles when he reaches out to hold your hand in the middle of the night. and when you kiss him it lingers for a moment longer than would leave him sane.

there are words unspoken with every action: i love you.

and when sae finally cracks, because every part of him has always been brittle, he loves you wholly. destructively. like a flame raging through a forest—bite marks and promises whispered into your skin. there are words buried beneath all that, as well:

i'm sorry. please be gentle with my heart. the world has not.

itoshi sae doesn't know how to be loved. every part of him is rough around the edges. but there's something beautiful in the way you love him without reason. in the way you're so patient when he shuts you out like a child slamming their door.

you were kinder than he could ever be. you had so much love to pour out that he envied it. he remembers growing up and thinking it was ridiculous. now some nights it's all he wants.

sae is unlovable. that's what the world had taught him. but for some reason, it never seems to stop you.

it's supposed to be a sunday night like any other. you're complaining to him about something silly called the "sunday scaries" and how you were currently being put through the ringer at work. it's an english phrase that gets a laugh out of you. he adores it. he adores you.

you're stirring a pot of curry while you speak. he's standing beside you watching. you aren't dressed even slightly, your hair is all over the place. and you're talking about something entirely stupid, putting a name to the feeling of not wanting to go to work tomorrow.

there it is again; the complicated swirling of emotions etched deep in his heart. you deserve something better. you deserve normalcy. and itoshi sae is anything but normal.

and accompanied with this thought, for the first time in his nearly twenty-four years as a mortal, the idea of silence is even more scary than snapping out of this daydream he's living in and saying—

"i love you."

you blink at him, pausing in your stirring. "what?"

"i love you," he says it again. you've always known how to read between the lines with him:

i'm offering all of myself to you and it's fucking terrifying. don't just look at me like that.

he reaches over to turn off the stove because you're staring at him with your mouth opening and closing. and then he rolls his eyes as if he didn't just do the one thing he feared most.

you're not sure how you get pressed up against the counter so fast, head tilted back as he greedily devours your skin like he usually does when he doesn't want to talk anymore. you definitely don't mind.

there's more to the story. more he wants to say. but he's not good with words—never has been. so he only kisses you until you're gasping for air and laughing. until his heart throbs where it sits in his ribcage. until you tell him:

"i love you, too."

i love you is not something simple for itoshi sae. but with you, he's willing to learn.

© alaboadoa 2023. please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

WOOOOOO

— SERIES ANNOUCEMENT - PACIFY HER

SUMMARY : when the sun goes down, you feel eyes on you, watching every single step you take, and it's getting in your nerves...

TRIGGER WARNINGS : yandere behaviour, stalker behaviour, possesive behaviour, obssesive behaviour, dead dove ; do not eat, killing mentioned, hunter and prey dynamic, NO HAPPY ENDING, major character death, dark themes, smut, slight non-con, Modern!Au

CHARACTERS : Mysta rias, reader , Shu yamino, ike eveland, and the others of nijisanji crew.

" RUN, BABY, RUN. "

NOTES : don't use my work to feed into any parasocial relationships, i write for the avatar not the person behind them.

MYXIES-ARCHIVES©, july 2023. Don't repost, copy or translate.

ꜱɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴛᴏʏᴀ ᴇɪᴛᴀ (ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ) ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖧𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖸𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝖺’𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾…

“𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗒𝖾.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 & 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ‘𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒.’ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 [𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾] 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅. “𝖸𝗎𝗉~ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒~”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖠𝗁 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋! 𝖴𝗁, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽… 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖧𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂-𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗌?”

𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖧𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈? 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋? 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍… 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍.'

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄~ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎…

[𝖡𝗍𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 !! 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍~ ]

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