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[babyfarther]

うん i fell in l੦ve c੦me kiss me wake me up

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◌ 𓈒 ꒪⠀ ੦nly y੦o੦ou can wake me up

[es-carabajo]

˳.⠀✿⠀⠀april/2007 ⠀º𓈒 ♬

y੦ sé que quererte es un pecad੦ per੦

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♡*:. ꒰͡𞋴i𞋅͡꒱ .:*♡

n੦o pued੦ dejarte ni un segund੦ diabl੦

[themonstersamongus]

Tag dump pt 1!

[xaviergalatis]

[yandere-wishes]

⭒ㅤׂ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Dune Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ♡ ｡ ゜  

☾⋆ Paul Muad'Dib Atreides | پل معادب آتریدس

He dreamed of you again tonight. Something cathartic laying across the sands. Your touch haunts his skin, tracing scars and stars across his cheeks. He wonders what you see him as, something sacred or something exotic. Neither matters so long as you love him...

Paul's a volatile star, always one breath away from exploding. You're scared to touch the golden boy, lest your fingers return burned and your skull rattles with the echo of the cosmos. Still, it's hard to miss the devotion when his lips grace your knuckles. Hard to miss the cacophony of his heart as it reverberates across the desert. 

ᯓ★ Leto Atreides | لتو آتریدس

Leto kisses butterflies into your shoulder, the taste of your skin feels like nectar on his tongue. His mind is always racing vying for your affection, your attention, your adherence. He traces your name across his star maps, each letter scribbled in a melancholy blue. You grace his chambers again tonight, it feels so wrong to only see your silhouette, to not feel your love bleeding like his does. He kisses you again, something akin to devotion. He needs to feel you under him again, needs to feel the softness of your flesh under his fingers. Something in him shatters, something inside him rearranges. You make him feel so erratic. Why must he love you this way?

𓆩⚝𓆪 Duncan Idaho | دانکن آیداهو

his lips taste of chaos, he pours his passion into you. 

He feels you rattle inside his bones. Feels you coursing through his veins like unaltered spice. He's on another mission, laying in the sand and daubing your essence into constellations. He dreams of your fingers running over his muscles pushing adoration into him with a rusted kitchen knife. Your eyes never gaze at him for long. And yet each stare holds the weight of a nebula. He falls asleep to the phantom melody of your sweet voice. Dreaming of returning to you once more. 

༺🕸༻ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | فید روتا هارکونن

There's a blade in his hand, blood marring pale fingers again. In every droplet, he sees your face. Phantom pains rampage when he hears your name. He dreams of you holding a knife to this chest, breaking the skin, and riving through muscle. Each night your ghost plagues him. Hurting him in all the ways he craves. He dubs you ecstasy, overdosing on everything he wants to do to you. Everything he wants you to do to him. He etches your name upon his bones, dedicating each open wound to you. He's going mad over the notion of you between his sheets, limbs entwined in a bloody mess. His tongue craves the taste of your flesh, starved like the trees on Arakkis. He must have you, he will have you. 

-`𖤓´- Stillgar | ستیلگار

Stillgar's love is a desert tune, the winds rustling through the grains before the breaching of a sandworm. He falls harder and harder with each soulful gaze. He's spent his whole life chasing prophecies that he's forgotten how to wholly love something not written in blood and legend. He prays upon every star, that the maker has written your names together. That maybe some prophecy exists where you are to become his. He watches you sitting across the dunes, watching as the sunset pales compared to you. He whispers prayers beneath his breath, hoping you'll be with him soon. 

݁˖☘︎ Gurney Halleck | گارنی هالک

He stiffens under your touch, under the sonority of your voice. His battered heart rattles in your presence, the air in his lungs freezes and he momentarily forgets that he is a soldier, a protector, a tool carved to fight for the Atreides. He's not meant to love, to crush, he's meant to kill, to teach, to follow. A weapon in every sense of the word. And yet he'd throw the world at your feet for a sliver of your attention. Gurney can't help the flames that grow within him. The raging pyro each night when he catches a rogue glimpse of you through the crack of your door. He wishes to kiss you, to hold you. To make you his in every way he knows he can't. 

[rxxltzu]

Star Player’s Secret

  ִֶָ࣪☾. Jihyo x Fem! Reader

☘︎ Genre: Smut || College AU

☘︎ Summary: You were the star basketball player, and you were failing.. Maybe asking for help wasn’t so bad.

☘︎ W.C: 6.06k

☘︎ Warnings!: Mommy kink! Praise kink! Degradation kink! Top! Professor! Jihyo, Usage of pet names! Teacher x Student dynamic! Begging! Aftercare is mentioned.(ALL CHARACTERS ARE LEGAL.) R! Is around 21, Jihyo being 29. 

☘︎ A/n: First smut? There is a bit of foreplay before we get wrecked by Jihyo:)

  Alongside your sister, Hirai Momo, you two were in the basketball team and was busy preparing for one of the biggest games you two could ever compete in alongside your tem. What’s worse is that your tests were also coming up, low grades means that you can’t play or be kicked off the team. You can’t let that happen, you were one of the best players and there was no way you could let some letters determine whether you were allowed to play or not. You drank your water as sweat beaded down your forehead, a small towel resting behind your neck.  You heard Momo walking behind you as she panted softly “Tests are coming up and your grades are on the verge of dropping low, N/n.” She pointed out, you rolled your eyes as glanced at her sitting on the bench “I know, Momoring.. Professor Lim already assigned a teacher to tutor me and I have a session with her later.” You sighed as you sat down beside her, you saw Dahyun and Mina, both good friends of Momo, heading your way. You gave them a tired smile as they waved at you and Momo. 

    “Dahyuniee~” You teasingly called out, Dahyun gave you a brief side eye before running to Momo and kissing her cheek. Your jaw dropped as Mina laughed “Dubu?! Why–How–” You feigned a gasp as Dahyun looked at you and laughed “Can’t I greet my girlfriend first?” She asks as you pouted, Mina chuckles before sitting beside you “It’s okay N/n, you have me.” She says as she leans her head onto your shoulder, Dahyun’s jaw dropping “Excuse me?! Hirai Y/n!! How dare you cheat on your one and only Dubu” She says as she dramatically falls onto Momo. Momo’s eyes rolling at her girlfriend’s antics. “Quit the act, Dubu.” You said with a sly smirk before standing up and sticking your tongue out “Now she’s sticking her tongue out to me!!” Dahyun continued, you gave up as you grabbed your phone and towel. 

     “Hey? Where are you going, N/n?” Momo asked “I have a tutor session with her in a bit. I have to freshen up.” You say with a shrug. You bid goodbye to your sister and friends before heading into the washroom. You put your towel down onto your gym bag before grabbing the extra set of clothes you have, you grabbed a spare towel as you went to shower. You entered the stall as you set your things onto the nearby chair before turning on the shower to a lukewarm temperature. You took off your clothes as you stretched a bit, your toned muscles flexing subtly as you walked over to the water. Sighing, you felt your body relax after a heavy training session, you started to bathe as thoughts clouded your head. ‘What if she’s strict?’ You thought as you shampooed your hair, shaking your head softly, discarding the thought ‘Then again, there’s a lot of pretty chill teachers in school nowadays.. ‘  You rinsed your hair before scrubbing your body ‘If she’s pretty.. Then that’s a problem..’  You chuckled before rinsing off and turning off the water.

     You grabbed your towel as you dried yourself off  ‘I’ll just brace myself for whatever there is to come. I badly need this anyway..’  You thought as you wore a fresh set of clothes, walking away from the washroom and into the locker room. You grabbed your socks and shoes before putting them on, neatly packing away your things then leaving the locker room. You checked your phone as you looked at the time ‘4:30..’  It read, you had your sessions with her every 5 pm, but you still need to find out which days suit both of your schedules, where it isn’t busy. You thought every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Those were the days you didn’t have to train as much as Momo, despite being the star player, you had to conserve your energy. You walked down the halls, occasionally glancing at your phone to where Professor Lim sent you the location of your meet up with your tutor. 

     You ended up in the library, like the text Professor Lim sent you, you sighed softly before pulling your hood up, not really wanting attention from the other students right now. Professor Lim knew about your popular reputation, hence giving you a secluded area to study with your tutor, you didn’t mind. You badly needed these sessions, you didn’t want to fall out of your team anyway, so you accepted regardless. You opened one of the doors to a private area, where you had to pay in order to be able to enter. Rarely does anyone use this section of the library, giving you the peace and privacy you aimed for. Your tutor was already there, you checked your phone, then the time, it being almost 5. You were a bit early, first impressions are everything, are they not? You walked over to her, her head perking up at the subtle noises and you swear your heart started to pound so loud, you bet the whole library could hear it. You swallowed a lump of saliva before smiling softly at her “Hey, I’m here for tutoring? I assume you’re the one who’s going to do it..” You say softly, she nods as she reciprocates your smile “Indeed I am, I’m Professor Park, but please, call me Ms. Jihyo.” She says smoothly, you nodded as you set your bag down onto the floor before sitting across her.

     You took off your hood “Sorry about that, just didn’t want to catch anyone’s attention. They rarely see me in the library..” You say with an awkward chuckle, she smiles before sliding over the handouts “Let me guess, Chemistry has gotten you in a bit of a knot?” She says as she raises her eyebrow, you groaned at the name “More than a knot, it’s the one pulling my grades down.” You say in a bored tone as she chuckles softly, god.. Even her laugh sounds so elegant. “That’s okay, that’s where most people struggle nowadays and I’m more than glad to help you.” She says before leaning forward a bit “Let’s start?” She asks, you nod as you sat up and opened the handouts. 

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     You sighed as you finally finished the last problem, you looked over to her as she wore a soft proud smile “Good job, now.. Let’s discuss which days we’re going to meet that don't conflict with your training and my work, does that sound good?” She asks, you nod and lean back into the chair “I was thinking maybe Tuesday, Wednesday, and Fridays. Those are the days I don’t have training.” You say as she nods thoughtfully “Tuesday… I have departmental meetings, Wednesday is good, and so is Friday.” She says, you nod “So, no Tuesday?” You ask, she shakes her head “Take it as a rest day, but I might ask you to meet me at my office to give you some homework you can do to work on and pass it to me the next day.. Does that sound okay, Y/n?” She said, you sighed as you nodded “I badly need this anyway, I can’t afford to fail.” You say, she smiles softly “Don’t worry, it won’t be anything heavy.. More like recapping what we discussed the last time we had our session.” She said softly as she packed her things, you nodded as you grabbed your bag “Alright–Oh! Do you want my number? You know.. In case you aren’t able to meet me, you can just send the handouts and exercises to me.” You suggest. That was a lie. You just wanted her number to be able to talk to her, even out of school. “Oh sure, here, my number is…” You typed out the numbers as you thanked her and bid her goodbye, a bit sad that you were about to leave such a pretty woman. 

     You put your hood up and put your headphones on as you left the library, softly humming to the music. You walked down the halls to find your sister, or so you thought. You bumped into Sana And Tzuyu, not that you minded, they were great friends, but right now, you just want to go home “Hey there Y/n~” Sana said as you smiled weakly, Tzuyu acknowledging your presence by nodding “Hey there girls..” You say as you stopped by to chat to them, it’s been awhile since you actually talked to them. “Well, I’m tired from training.. I have to find Momo, I’m just hoping Dahyun doesn’t have my sister pinned onto the locker this time..” You say with a groan earning soft laughs from the two “Alright alright, I hope you find Momo, Y/n~” Sana bids goodbye before going back to chatting with Tzuyu. You made your way towards the lockers near the front door, which you hoped Momo was there. 

     Low and behold, you found your sister, and quite the sight. You rolled your eyes as Dahyun attacked her neck “Let go of my sister, Dubu.” You say as you open your locker and put your books in your locker, you hear Dahyun sigh as she pulls away “You're such a killjoy, you know that?” You roll your eyes as you put the lock back onto your locker “Mmhm? And I'm hungry so I need my sister.” You say nonchalantly as Momo fixes herself “I get it I get it, I'm also hungry.. Plus I think mom is waiting for us.” She says as she puts her bag in, not before kissing Dahyun goodbye, you gagged before walking ahead of her “Bye bye Y/n~” Dahyun teases as you waved “I'll see you tomorrow, Dubu.” You say as you and Momo leave. 

     You walked down the streets as you and Momo talked about strategies which can be used in the game. “By the way.. How was your tutor session?” Momo asked, you bit the inside of your cheek before you recalled all the moments you found yourself zoning out by staring at her whilst she discussed topics to you. “Yeah.. It was good, every Wednesday and Friday I have to meet her, which I don’t really mind.” You say as you two continued walking down the walkway “Oh? I heard it was Professor Park.” She says, you look at her with a confused glance “What–Where–” You stuttered as she laughs “Chaeyoung saw her enter the library whilst reading, and then a few minutes passed and she saw you walk by too.” She says with a shrug.

     You sighed as you continued walking until you reached the entrance of the apartment you and your family lives in. It was a tall building, not that you mind of course “Ah, yeah it’s Professor Park..” You say softly as you two waited for the elevator “I heard she was strict.” Momo mumbled softly, you looked at her confusedly “What? She seems nice.. Well, for me.” You say as you two hear the elevator bell ding, you two enter and Momo presses the 7th floor button before watching the doors close “Mm, I don’t know.. But please for the love of Christ Y/n.. Please don’t fall for her like you did on Professor Yoo.” She sighs, you chuckled as the doors opened and you two leave the elevator, heading down the hallway to the apartment. “Okay, let’s not remind ourselves of how bad my ass was when I liked Professor Yoo.” You say as you hear Momo laugh “I’m serious this time, N/n. Let’s not repeat the same situation.” 

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     You were sitting across Professor Park as you did the exercise she gave you, she was checking files and emails, clicking away on her laptop as she concentrated. You briefly glance at her, she looked pretty, the way her bony fingers typed away onto her keyboard, the way her eyebrows lightly furrowed as her eyes swirled with dedication and focus. The way she had her hair slightly messy, the way her cheeks looked cute to pinch.. The way her lips looked so kissable—“Y/n?” She called out to you, you shook your head slightly as your cheeks flushed into a light pink color “A-Ah–” You tried to explain yourself before you heard her chuckle “Let’s focus on our work, alright sweetie?” She says softly, you cleared your throat as you nodded “Right.. Right..” You muttered softly as you continued on the exercises she gave you “You’re.. One of the star players, am I right?” She asks out of the blue, you looked at her before nodding slowly “Yeah.. Alongside Momo, we’re one of the best players in the team.. Why do you ask?” You inquire softly as you lean back onto your chair, looking at her as if you never had the thoughts of grabbing her collar and kissing her on top of the table and—”Oh, I’ve heard about you but never really paid attention that much. I just wanted to confirm what I heard from other students.” She says as she crosses her arms, you have to swallow up a groan as you see her muscle flexing subtly through her sleeves, you nodded before distracting yourself with the last of the exercises.

     “Say.. Why don’t you demonstrate some moves of yours to me later on, hm?” She says, you nearly choke on your water as you stare at her “Sure.. but wouldn’t that delay your time to pack and go home? You don’t really have to accompany me to the gym..” You say as you rubbed the back of your neck, she shakes your head “I insist, besides.. I want to see the star player in action.” She says with a teasing grin, your heart pounded as you chuckled “Okay.. If you say so, I’ll just text my sister that she can go ahead.” You say as she nodded, you pulled out your phone to text Momo that she can go back home before you. “How many games has the team won since you and your sister joined?” She asks, you look at her as you put your phone away, thinking for a moment before answering “About.. 23 games so far, we lost 6 games. But overall, the school has been thriving since we joined.” You say as you smiled softly as you remembered the victories the team achieved, she nodded before smiling as well “That’s good, I was never one into sports back in highschool.” You scoffed softly, looking at her with disbelief “How am I not surprised?” You say teasingly, she laughs at your words before looking back at you with a teasing smirk “Oh yeah? But don’t mistake me as a weak person, love..” She says in a low voice, you swear you can feel a throb somewhere else than your heart, you nodded as you reciprocated her smirk “And why shouldn’t I? Indulge me, Ms. Jihyo..” You say as you lean onto the table, she chuckles at this before leaning in as well “I work out, I do pilates.. Not to mention, weights as well..” She says in a bare whisper, your smirk widened “No wonder.. Your toned muscles suit you..” You say with a soft chuckle as you lean back onto your seat “Why, thank you sweetheart.. Now finish up, I want to see you play.” She says as she went back to checking emails.

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     You wore your hoodie with your jersey number as you dribbled the ball, you were at the gym, like you had planned.. Except now there was someone watching you as well. She had kept her word, she was sitting on the benches near your bag. You dribbled the ball a few more times and made your shot, scoring a 2 pointer from the lines, you glanced at her. She was staring at you diligently as you grabbed the ball, ran around while dribbling the ball, standing a bit farther away from the hoop, she crossed her arms as well as putting one leg over the other. She looked at you with a smirk, you breathe hitched softly as you made your shot, shooting in an easy 3 pointer. You did the last set of your drills before walking over to her whilst dribbling the ball. 

     “No wonder you're one of the star players..” She says as she claps softly, the sound echoing lowly around the empty gym.. “Well, even back in highschool, I was always on the team.” You say with a shrug as you drink water, taking your hoodie off as you stretch a bit, your toned muscles flexing. You glance at her, she is staring at your arms subtly before looking up to you with a raised brow “Is that so..” She says softly, you nodded as you put your hoodie onto the bag, now only in your shorts and compression shirt. Which not only defines your muscles more but shows how much you've worked for your form. You swear you saw a glimpse of her licking her bottom lip as she shifted in her seat. You grabbed a small towel before wiping off the sweat on your face, Jihyo stood up before standing in front of you, you looked at her curiously before she cups your cheeks gently and grabbed the towel from your hands and started to gently wipe away the areas you can't reach, your breath hitched because of the close proximity of the both of you, you looked down to avoid eye contact. Which did work but she lifted your chin up with her finger to wipe away the sweat on your forehead. 

     You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at her face, you subtly bit the inside of your cheek as she finally finished wiping off the sweat off you, she gave you your towel and looked at you “I'll.. I'll get going now, I have to work on dinner.” She says softly, you nodded dazedly as she waved goodbye and left, leaving you in the empty gym alone, alone with your not so holy thoughts of what could've happened.. If you just.. Didn't hold back. You shook those thoughts away as you felt your crotch throb more, you groaned as you grabbed your stuff and left the gym, closing the door with a gentle thud as you made your way through the quiet hallways. You fidgeted with the strap of your bag as those unholy thoughts keep coming back, despite trying your best to shake it off.. But the way she cupped your cheek with such gentle touch, the way she didn't hesitate to help you wipe off your sweat in places you can't reach, the way she was so close to you.. As if you could kiss her if you had just leaned in.. 

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     A few weeks has passed since your tutor sessions with her have started, your grades have been going up ever since. You kept going to the sessions as tests were now finished since you want to improve more.. And maybe see her more.. You sighed as you leaned back on your chair as you played with your pen, smoothly spinning it with the help of your fingers, you gazed at her before glancing onto the suit she was wearing. More thoughts came into mind as you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn't want this to happen, you never wanted this to happen, not after your past experience with Professor Yoo. You confessed, you got rejected as you expected, but ever since you never really fell for anyone else.. So why are you feeling the same feelings for Professor Park? You grabbed your phone as you texted Momo that you needed to talk to her after your session, at a place only the two of you know. You sighed as she sent a reply, saying that she'll meet you there.

      You looked at Jihyo before finishing the exercises she gave you and slid it over to her side “I'm done.” You say as you packed your things, she nodded as she checked your papers. You stood up as you draped your bag over your shoulder, she looked at you confusedly “Isn't it too early for you to leave, Y/n?” She called out, you bit your lip before looking at her “Momo asked me to meet her.. I'm sorry.” You say softly, she nodded as she continued to check your work “Alright, I'll let you slide this once, Y/n.” She says, you had a confused look on your face as you could hear the cold tone in her voice “... Right.” You mumbled softly “I won't be able to meet you.. After this.” She says, you stopped in your tracks as you look at her “What?—What do you mean?” You asked, she glanced at you “I.. Well, I'm gonna be much busier than ever. The end of the semester is coming up and I can't risk it.” She says, you nodded. A part of you was relieved but a part of you wasn't. You weren't going to meet her which meant your feelings won't be able to develop into something more, which you don't want to happen. You could say you were 50/50 on this, but what can you say? You can't control her life and you know your boundaries. You said your goodbyes before you hastily left the library, you walked down the hallways as you stopped by your locker. 

    Dahyun was also there as she grabbed her stuff in order to do her homework for the night, she noticed you and decided to ask what's going on “N/n?” She asked softly, you shut your locker as you looked at her with a confused look “Yeah?..” She sighs as she walks over to you and holds your shoulder softly “What's up, I can tell something's wrong.. Even Momo sensed it this past couple of weeks, and then you decided to text her that you wanted to talk to her at your guys’ spot.. So what's up?” She said, you sighed as you found no escape to this question “... I am not making the same mistake again.” You say, Dahyun sighs softly as she hugs you “Momo is waiting for you..” Was the last thing she said before she bid you goodbye. You left the campus as you walked over to the nearby park in which you two claimed when you were younger, you went into the secluded area in the park which had an ethereal view of the lake, the sun's rays casting down onto the surface as it started to set. Momo was sitting on the grass as she waited for you, you walked behind her as you placed your bag down beside her before sitting down. 

     “Explain.” She said softly, you looked at her before sighing “... I think, I think it's happening again.” You say in a soft tone as you pull your knees closer to your chest. None of this wasn't in your plan, your plan was to only get your grades up, it never included having to fall for another teacher. Even if you were of legal age, rejection is a high chance due to your status and reputation in school.. And quite frankly, you didn't want to taint hers. “Y/n.. I warned you, didn't I?” She said with a soft sigh as she looked at you, you nodded as you looked at the reflection of the sky's rays casting into the lake “I know I know, I never wanted any of this to happen! It's just.. Happened, even against my will. I don't want this, I never… I don't want to hurt myself again.” You say as you buried your face into her arms, you hear Momo shift closer to you as she hugged you “Hey.. I'm just saying that since I know how hard you are on yourself.” She says as she pats your head softly, you look up to her with a small pout on your lips “Well.. Atleast I won't be seeing her after this day.. She's gonna be hell lot busier..” You say, Momo nodded “I guess that's a bonus.?” Momo said softly, trying to cheer you up, you chuckled as you leaned onto her.. Maybe this won’t be so bad afterall.

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     You sighed as you made your way to the office, you weren’t able to claim your jersey earlier with the rest of the team so you had to go alone, you knocked on the door before entering “Good afternoon, I’m looking for Professor Yoo?” You asked softly as a few teachers looked at your direction before minding their own business, Professor Lim smiled at you before nodding “Just sit by the couch Y/n, I’ll fetch her.” She says as she stood up from her spot and went deeper into the office. You nodded as you sat down onto the couch, waiting patiently, you glanced around to see if Professor Park was there but much to your dismay, she wasn’t. You leaned back onto the couch more before closing your eyes. You heard the door open and you opened your eyes a bit, you immediately sat up as Professor Park walked in, she wore another one of her work suits, you cleared up your throat as she made her way into the office. You sighed as you leaned back onto the couch once more with a soft groan.

God, she looks so perfect… So kissable and—”You called for me Y/n?” You snapped out of your thoughts as Professor Yoo stood in front of you, you nodded as you stood up “I’m here to claim my jersey.” You say softly, she let out a soft ‘ahh’ before telling you to wait for a bit before going back into her office, you looked down onto your phone and looked at the time, it was around 4:30 in the afternoon, you wanted to get some shots in the gym as Momo and Dahyun went out for their date this afternoon, which meant you can have your solo training. Professor Yoo came back with a neatly folded jersey with your jersey number. 21, Hirai Y. It said as you smirked proudly, your initial and jersey number. It never fails to make you fill up with pride. You thanked Professor Yoo before bidding her goodbye. You left the teachers’ office as you made your way to the gym.

     Once in the gym, you went to the locker rooms where you placed your wallet and your bag into the locker. You grabbed your shoes and shorts before changing. After you changed you grabbed your phone and your ball. You made your way out of the locker rooms before placing your phone on the nearby bench. You jogged towards the court, ball in hand as you did some warm-up exercises first, you stretched then grabbed the ball. You did some drills and made some shots. Little did you know, you failed to notice a certain someone watching you from the entrance of the gym. You made your shot before the ball bounced towards their direction. You sighed, which was then replaced by a subtle surprised look.

Professor Park? Why was she here? There weren't any students aside from you. She stopped the ball from reaching the entrance by stopping it with her heel. Your breath hitched.. Oh how you wish you were the ball. “Y/n.” She called out, you tilted your head slightly as an indication for her to continue “Library by 5:30.” She said before walking away, you were confused on why. Before you could ask her, the door closed with a soft thud that resounded in the gym. You sighed as you made your way to the entrance and grabbed your ball. You only stood there, zoning out at the door she left. Your mind raced with thoughts.. Why would she call you to meet her? She was busy.. Unless.. No, you shook those thoughts away as you told yourself just to finish the exercises and go meet her in the library. 

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     You made your way towards the library as your mind raced with thoughts as to why she would call you. You decided to shake those thoughts away as you entered the library and made your way towards the paid area. You stopped at the entrance as you finally felt the nervousness running throughout your body as you reached out for the door handle, the paid part usually closes around 6 so you didn’t have a single holy thought on why she would have called you over. You decided to stop being a pussy and just decided to open the door. The lights were dimmed, which slightly limited your vision, you closed the door with a soft thud as you leaned against it. So far so good, but you couldn’t tell where Professor Park was.

You decided to look for her as you pushed yourself off the door. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and the thudding of your footsteps. Your breath hitched as you felt someone behind you “I didn’t expect you to come..” She says huskily, you hold back a whimper as you two hear incoming footsteps. By instinct, you grabbed her waist and immediately pushed her against one of the nearby bookshelves. The librarian was humming to themselves as you two heard the lock click and the footsteps going away. You sighed in relief and looked at her, she had a small smirk painted on her face as she pulled you closer. 

     “Now.. Do you know the exact reason why I asked you to be here?” She asks, you shake your head softly “No..” You replied, you heard her chuckle lowly as she leaned in closer “I can’t hold back anymore.. Especially seeing you in that new jersey for your upcoming game? God..” She says, your breathing started to go uneven as you felt her breath tickled against your neck “Ms. Jihyo—” You tried to speak but you grunted as you felt your back hit the bookshelf softly “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/n?” She asks, you chuckle as you look at her “I have a brief idea.. And it’s far from holy..” You say, her smirk widened as she bit her lip “Good.. Because it’s anything but holy..” She says, you look at her and even before you could reply, she grabbed your cheeks and immediately kissed you. You had a moment to process before pulling her closer by her tie, she smirks into the kiss before running through her hand into your messy hair. You both pulled away a few minutes after, but just before you could speak, she started leaving kisses onto your neck, leaving small marks as if trying to own you. “Ms. Ji–Mm..” You hummed softly as you pulled her closer, she puts one of her hands onto your waist and the other onto your chest.

     “Y/n.. Call me Jihyo..” She says as she pulls away slightly from your neck. You panted as you nodded “Yeah.. yeah just please–..” You panted as pulled her closer “Please what, Ms. Hirai?~” She says teasingly, you bit your lip as you glance down at her, lust swirling your eyes as your hips buckled towards her softly “I've waited long enough for this so don't fucking tease me.” You grunted as you heard her scoff softly “Such vulgar language.. Very well, I won't deny that request.” She says before diving back into your neck once more, leaving more marks and hickeys. You feel her hand gradually inching closer towards the area you needed her the most. You moaned out softly as your hips buckled more into her hand, she chuckled huskily as she coos “Look at the star player.. So fucking needy for her teacher..” She says as she bites your neck gently, you whimper as her hand toyed with the strings of your sweats “God—Jihyo, please..” You softly begged her, you needed her to touch you. “Tell me.. How bad do you want it?” She wanted you to beg.  “S-So bad please I—” You grunted as you pushed you more ontl the bookshelf “Tell your professor.. No.. Tell your mommy what you exactly want.” Your eyes widened, before biting your bottom lip, bucking your hips towards her more “Mommy.. So bad.. Please.. I need you right now! God—Jihyo fuck me..” You begged, Jihyo had a proud smirk etched in her face as she finally snuck her hand into your crotch.

     You moaned out into her ear as she teases you through the fabric of your underwear, feeling the wet patch “So wet for your professor.. How naughty..” She coos as she cups your face with her free hand, you were a moaning mess, breathing uneven, needier than ever, your mind was in a haze as all you can think about was Jihyo and Jihyo alone. She moved your underwear to the side as she started to rub the bundle of nerves on your wet pussy “Ji—fuck.. Jihyo—” You whimpered as she then entered your wet hole with her index finger “I'll go easy on you, love.. Don't want you limping your way out now, do we?” She says as she starts to finger you gently, letting you adjust to her. You moan into her ear as you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her neck, trying to steady yourself against her “Such a cute thing to own.. Hm? Who's my good girl?..” She asks, you snuggled into her neck as she added another finger in your hole, gradually going faster “M-Me.. I'm your.. Fucking hell Jihyo.. I'm your good girl..” You replied, she smiled softly before going even faster, you moaned a bit louder this time, clutching on to her for dear life. You admit you've had one night stands here and there but when it's Jihyo? It's ten times much better than what you've experienced  with drunken sex and hookups..

     “You're so pretty like this.. Wanting me.. Needing me.. Such a pathetic excuse for a star player, don't you think?” God, the way she degraded you, you buckled your hips towards her hand, subconsciously grinding against her as you felt the knot in your stomach about to snap, she cups your cheeks gently as she pryed you away from her neck “My beautiful girl.. So pretty getting fucked by me..” You chuckled as you were clawing onto her suit “C-Cumming.. I'm near—Jihyo!—” The knot snapped as you drenched her fingers with your cum, she helped you ride out your high as she spilled endless praises “There you go.. That's it.. Good girl..” You tried to catch your breath but exhaustion started to kick in, even though you knew you could take more rounds.. Being fucked after having to solo train isn't really an ideal way to destress. She pulled her hand out of your sweats as she licked her fingers clean before kissing you, making sure you were able to taste yourself on her lips.

She pulls away before peppering your face with soft and gentle kisses “Text your sister.. You're staying over at a friend's house tonight..” She says, you look at her with a confused look before understanding “Right.. Right..” You nodded as you leaned towards her, resting your head onto her chest. You could hear her faint heartbeat as she softly rubs her hands onto your thighs “I need to take care of the star player, don't I?..” She said with a teasing grin, you smiled as you briefly closed your eyes “Yeah yeah.. You do..” You played her little roleplay, she smiles as she pulls you closer “So what's gonna happen?.. To us..?” You asked her, she looked at you before kissing your forehead. You wanted this to be more than just a one time thing. “Well.. What do you want us to be?..” You pondered before looking back up to her “More than a teacher and student duo..” You replied, she smiles as she rests her hands upon your waist, softly caressing the fabric of your shirt “Good.. Because I want that too..” 

      Now you were certain you were going to ask for ‘help’ every now and then.

[voghe]

LANA DEL REY BIOS

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ kiss me hard before you go 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ summertime sadness, in the land of gods and monsters i was an angel, living in the garden of evil

── .✦ all my friends tell me i should move on ⭑.ᐟ i’m driving in the night, the hood’s down it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you everything I do, I tell you all the time ❀

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆ i got that summertime, summertime sadness જ⁀➴ oh my heart, it breaks every step that I take

⋆˚ʚɞ will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? i know you will, i know you will but i just wanted you to know that baby, you're the best 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪

୧ ‧₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋🎐 ˚ ༘ watched the stars suffer for the sins of humankind

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ near or within the earshot of a wave, its noise is the most comforting

@[user] you’re my bag of diamonds, you’re my glitter and my gloom .☘︎ ݁˖

;༊ so many lovers, so many husbands, but you’re the only one that stuck ༊·˚

࿐ ♡ ˚ . here you are, my salvation, my soul renewal ‎♡‧₊˚

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ that’s where I lost myself, in the white sunshine of a loving him 🎀𓂃࣪˖

】 ๋ 𝅄๑ ᐢ🧼𝅄 ੭ they never gaze as high as heaven

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹ㅤ𝜗𝜚 my eyes always stay level to the horizon

﹕☆ the sun never sets on my mind, on my heart, on my face, and on my chest

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !! you come here and you come to me, you’re the one who’s brave

⋆˚࿔ past the orchids and the violets there is a clearing out the window ₊˚⊹

💌 bare feet on linoleum, the lights of the city outside

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ i’d like to clear a path, but the ghosts won’t let me

⋆˙⟡♡ left you in my mind, and in my heart, and in my mouth

༘⋆ your hands, my hair, the crumbling skyline

more than alive, we are temporary

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[princessantisocial]

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[junyouk]

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Ornaments:

█ ▓ ▒ ░ 𓍼 𓍯 𓄲ㅤ𓄰ㅤ𝆭 𔐤ㅤ𝆹𝅥ㅤ𝆺𝅥 𔘓  ː ⊹   𓎆  ◠   ▭ 𓈈 𓂁   𓂂   𓂃   𓂅   𓄹   𓄼   𓆇   𓆩   𓆪   𓆠   𓇷   𓇸   𓈀   𓈅   𓊌  𖡩  ▱ ▰ 𝆸 𓏭  𓊔   𓋭   𓋰   𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓊔 𓋱   𓏲   𓍢  𓍲𓍱 𓏳   𓈈 𓋲 𓊍 𓋰 𓏔 ﹘ 𔗂 𔔢 𓊕 𓈓 𓇾 𔓕 ㅤ⃝ ㅤ⃞ 𓍼 𓂄 𓄰 𔒱 𔖳 𔘗 𔔁 ⩕⩖ 𓏹 𓈟 𓈁 𓄶 𓄷 𓄸 𔓕 𓆠 ⭔ 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𔗫 𔗨 𓊘 ☥ 𖦁 𔒱 𝇒 𝇌 𝇋. 𝆭 𝆫 𝆩 𝅦 ⥾ ⥿ 𝆹 𝆺 𝆵 𝆴 𝆳 𝇆 𝇅 𝇄 𝇃 𝇂 𝇁

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★ ☆ ✩ ✡ ⛤ ⛥ ⛦ ⛧ ۞ 𖤐 ⚛︎ ⚝︎ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✪ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✯ ✰ ⁂ ⁎ ⁑ ✢ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✱ ✲ ✳ ✴ 𖤓 ✵ ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ ✺ ✻ ✼ ✽ 𑁍 ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❂ ❃ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❆ ❅ ⋆ ≛ ꙳໋ ꙳ ⭒ 𝆯 ˖

⚰ ⚱ eͪ ⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗۰۪ ˖ ་ 𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ᝰ · * ★ᰍ ҂ ꒦꒷꒦ ☁︎ ꙳໋͙ な! ☆★ ヤ ✶ ⌗ ! ʾ ૪ ࣪˖ オ ˖˙ ៹ 𖥦 ،، ࣪ ̲ ˖꒷﹗֗ ꜥꜥ ◗ ִ ֗꒷‹ ⚆ ⚇ ⚈ ⚉ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ࣪ ˖ ぅ ꒰⌯͒•ɷ•⌯͒꒱   ϟ ⚡︎  ⌁  ᤩ ៹  ⌕  🝰 🝯 🜼 ꒰ •̤ ▿ •̤* ꒱｀、ヽ. ꒷﹗֗ ꜥꜥ ◗ ִ ֗꒷★ Ⰶ ༕ ꯀ 🝙 🝚 ❖ 𖣖 ␥ 彡 ⎺ 𝖨 Ⲷ ᗒ ᗕ ミ ᯤ ≡ Ξ ≣ ㊂ ﹆ׂׂ ❛ ❜ ❝ ❞ ˖ ◗ ᥫ᭡ 𖦆 ֺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ָ ֙⋆࣪ ꒷ ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، ⩇̶⩇̶ 𒀭 𖨂 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ ╱╳╲ 𓂅 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠 ࣪˖ ⌕ ⋆ ࣪. ඵ බ ७ ‹ › ‣ ▸ ▹ ◖ ◗ ˓ ˒ ◞ ◜ ٬٬ ،،̲ ﹠ 𖦶 𖧄 𖠋 ⩜⃝ ꂤ ꂥ ꃼ ꒧ ꯣ 𖠚 𖠜 𖠧 𖣂 ⌕ ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ᪤ ๑ ◌ ✦ ✧ ✶ ✸ ⏧ ♥︎ ♡ ଏ 𖧧 ❅ 𖥔 𖡼 𖥧 ₆⁶₆ ✽ ꕤ 𖣠   ⌕ ⎚  יִיִ 𖦹 ࿉  🜰  ꤥ 𖤥 ࿕ ࿖ ࿗ ࿘ 𖥔 ⺌ ⺍ ⊹ ..⃗. 𖧷 ヾ 𖠣 𖠴 𖤠 𖥸 ᵎ ⸙ 。҂ ≛ ⃝ ꗷ ‹3 〃 ꞋꞌꞋ ᰍ 𖠌 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ˖ ࣪𖦆 ˓ ★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ◗ ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ ぅ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔 ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ✶ ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡ ⊹ ࣪𖣠 ִֶָ ›◞ 𖦹 ࣪˖𓏲࣪◜ ᶻᶻᶻ 〃 ◂ ׄ ִֶָ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ▸ 𖧧 ࣪ ࣪ ͎ ᵎ ˖࣪ ༝⠀ ݁ ◂ ៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆ › ◟⊹ ༟ ˚ 𐇑˖ ˖ 𖥧 ִֶָ ˓ ✹ ִֶָ ࣪ ، ִֶָ˚. . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ 𝆤 𝆣 𝆥 ، ୨ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ָ࣪ ˖ ! ָ࣪ ˖ ⩇⩇ ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، 𒀭 𖨂 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠 ࣪˖ ⌕ ⋆ ࣪. . `﹅  ◈  •  ∷  ✦ ♥︎  ❥︎  ★ ❛  ꗃ ꗄ ᛍ ⚿ /   ▬  ━  ᨔ  •  ⬪  •́ ◖◗  ࿏  ꙰   ¶ ⍜  ⍛  ∅  ⌀ ⏝ ⍼ ⎄ ⎅ ꪶ ꫂ  ‡    ꦿ    ۫։ຼ   ೃ  ೀ   ⁺ ๋₊𝅄  ෞ  。ꞈ ￤ 𐅰 ◣◥ ◤ ◚ ◛ 𖣠 ❍ ⌶ ≡ ゛ރ   ҂  ▿ ▾   ⸯⸯꞋꞌꞋꞌ   ⎴ ㅤ֮ ㅤ࿆  ᝰ  ん   Ꮠ  ﹅   ͟͟͞͞   ٠ِ٘ٓ ◜ ◝  ࣳ‌   ◞ ◟  ◠  ◡ ᵔᗜᵔ  ˙˙˙  ຳ  ﹻ   ៹  ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́-   ꪵ  ፝֟֯    ๛ ◇  ✉︎ ◿◸  ⎁ ⎂ ⎃ ⏂  ۬  ⪧  ▹ ‣ ٠˟ ː  ݊  ༝ ໒   ː   ͡    ︶  ՞ 〃  ᩙᩙ  ྀ .ᐟ 𖦹  ꩜   𖧖   ⌑   𖧗   𝄄    𝇋   𝇌  ৵ ፧  •  ⁺⃛  * .  ∗   ̥ ⁺  ݃  * ₊  ･  ﾟ݁  ۫  ◠  ୫ ୣ. ①  ૢ      ཻུ۪۪͎   ֊ ━╋   ┊ 个 ᵛ  Ꮩ̶̳▹  ⟆   ೃ  ⊹   ൣ   ₰  ૢ་༘    ۪۪̥°  ࿂  ﹆    ꨄ   ೨   ᵕ̈  𖢟  𖣦 ¶    ஜ   ಌ  ࿐  ִֶָ  ⦂ ⅋  ﹠ ⎓   ૪  ⌑  ␥  ■   ᪥   ᬁ   ᯼   .  ⸼۰   ۪۪۫۫  =  ،، : ཿ  ࿀  ࿏  ࿔ ࿓  ࿚  ࿙ ࿒   ࿍࿆  ࿅  ᎒ ᎔ ᎓ ᐩ ᑋᚕ  ᜴  ᝢᝐᝂ 𖠣 ෴ ᝪ  ᝰ ៚ ៳ ᠀᠉  ᢅ ᢆ  ᤤᤣ  ᤳ   ᪻᭚ ᭭ ᭦ ᭟ ᭝ ᱺ ꔷ   ꕤ ᳃ ᳂ ᵜᷤ  ⛮︎   ⁞⁝ ⁃ ⃝  . ⃟⃜⃛ ℻  ⏌ ⏋ ⏃ ⏜ ◦◡◠ ᤳ◟◝◜ « ‹‹  ˓˓ ˒˒  ،  ·. ･ ｡ ˚ ٠˟ ː  ݊  ༝ ⋆ : ⋗  ⌒  ༄  ೫  ︵  ⋮   ࣧࣧ ۬۟۬   ۬۟۬   •  ⁺⃛  *  ∗  ⎓  ⏙ ⠀ ̲ －  一   ⸝  ⌙  ⊰ ⊱꒷ ˙  𓈒 ˒  ִֶָ  ៸៸  ᤳ ، - ˒ ֊⋅⋄ ⸼ 𖥦◞   𑀇

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⤀ ⤁ ⤂ ⤃ ⤄ ⤅ ⤆ ⤇ ⤈ ⤉ ⤊ ⤋ ⤌ ⤍ ⤎ ⤏ ⤐ ⤑ ⤒ ⤓ ⤔ ⤕ ⤖ ⤗ ⤘ ⤙ ⤚ ⤛ ⤜ ⤝ ⤞ ⤟ ⤠ ⤡ ⤢ ⤣ ⤤ ⤥ ⤦ ⤧ ⤨ ⤩ ⤪ ⤫ ⤬ ⤭ ⤮ ⤯ ⤰ ⤱ ⤲ ⤳ ⤴ ⤵ ⤶ ⤷ ⤸ ⤹ ⤺ ⤻ ⤼ ⤽ ⤾ ⤿ ⥀ ⥁ ⥂ ⥃ ⥄ ⥅ ⥆ ⥇ ⥈ ⥉ ⥊ ⥋ ⥌ ⥍ ⥎ ⥏ ⥐ ⥑ ⥒ ⥓ ⥔ ⥕ ⥖ ⥗ ⥘ ⥙ ⥚ ⥛ ⥜ ⥝ ⥞ ⥟ ⥠ ⥡ ⥢ ⥣ ⥤ ⥥ ⥦ ⥧ ⥨ ⥩ ⥪ ⥫ ⥬ ⥭ ⥮ ⥯ ⥰ ⥱ ⥲ ⥳ ⥴ ⥵ ⥶ ⥷ ⥸ ⥹ ⥺ ⥻ ⥼ ⥽ ⥾ ⥿ ⦀ ⦁ ⦂ ⦃ ⦄ ⦅ ⦆ ⦇ ⦈ ⦉ ⦊ ⦋ ⦌ ⦍ ⦎ ⦏ ⦐ ⦑ ⦒ ⦓ ⦔ ⦕ ⦖ ⦗ ⦘ ⦙ ⦚ ⦛ ⦜ ⦝ ⦞ ⦟ ⦠ ⦡ ⦢ ⦣ ⦤ ⦥ ⦦ ⦧ ⦨ ⦩ ⦪ ⦫ ⦬ ⦭ ⦮ ⦯ ⦰ ⦱ ⦲ ⦳ ⦴ ⦵ ⦶ ⦷ ⦸ ⦹ ⦺ ⦻ ⦼ ⦽ ⦾ ⦿ ⧀ ⧁ ⧂ ⧃ ⧄ ⧅ ⧆ ⧇ ⧈ ⧉ ⧊ ⧋ ⧌ ⧍ ⧎ ⧏ ⧐ ⧑ ⧒ ⧓ ⧔ ⧕ ⧖ ⧗ ⧘ ⧙ ⧚ ⧛ ⧜ ⧝ ⧞ ⧟ ⧠ ⧡ ⧢ ⧣ ⧤ ⧥ ⧦ ⧧ ⧨ ⧩ ⧪ ⧫ ⧬ ⧭ ⧮ ⧯ ⧰ ⧱ ⧲ ⧳ ⧴ ⧵ ⧶ ⧷ ⧸ ⧹ ⧺ ⧻ ⧼ ⧽ ⧾ ⧿ ⨀ ⨁ ⨂ ⨃ ⨄ ⨅ ⨆ ⨇ ⨈ ⨉ ⨊ ⨋ ⨌ ⨍ ⨎ ⨏ ⨐ ⨑ ⨒ ⨓ ⨔ ⨕ ⨖ ⨗ ⨘ ⨙ ⨚ ⨛ ⨜ ⨝ ⨞ ⨟ ⨠ ⨡ ⨢ ⨣ ⨤ ⨥ ⨦ ⨧ ⨨ ⨩ ⨪ ⨫ ⨬ ⨭ ⨮ ⨯ ⨰ ⨱ ⨲ ⨳ ⨴ ⨵ ⨶ ⨷ ⨸ ⨹ ⨺ ⨻ ⨼ ⨽ ⨾ ⨿ ⩀ ⩁ ⩂ ⩃ ⩄ ⩅ ⩆ ⩇ ⩈ ⩉ ⩊ ⩋ ⩌ ⩍ ⩎ ⩏ ⩐ ⩑ ⩒ ⩓ ⩔ ⩕ ⩖ ⩗ ⩘ ⩙ ⩚ ⩛ ⩜ ⩝ ⩞ ⩟ ⩠ ⩡ ⩢ ⩣ ⩤ ⩥ ⩦ ⩧ ⩨ ⩩ ⩪ ⩫ ⩬ ⩭ ⩮ ⩯ ⩰ ⩱ ⩲ ⩳ ⩴ ⩵ ⩶ ⩷ ⩸ ⩹ ⩺ ⩻ ⩼ ⩽ ⩾ ⩿ ⪀ ⪁ ⪂ ⪃ ⪄ ⪅ ⪆ ⪇ ⪈ ⪉ ⪊ ⪋ ⪌ ⪍ ⪎ ⪏ ⪐ ⪑ ⪒ ⪓ ⪔ ⪕ ⪖ ⪗ ⪘ ⪙ ⪚ ⪛ ⪜ ⪝ ⪞ ⪟ ⪠ ⪡ ⪢ ⪣ ⪤ ⪥ ⪦ ⪧ ⪨ ⪩ ⪪ ⪫ ⪬ ⪭ ⪮ ⪯ ⪰ ⪱ ⪲ ⪳ ⪴ ⪵ ⪶ ⪷ ⪸ ⪹ ⪺ ⪻ ⪼ ⪽ ⪾ ⪿ ⫀ ⫁ ⫂ ⫃ ⫄ ⫅ ⫆ ⫇ ⫈ ⫉ ⫊ ⫋ ⫌ ⫍ ⫎ ⫏ ⫐ ⫑ ⫒ ⫓ ⫔ ⫕ ⫖ ⫗ ⫘ ⫙ ⫚ ⫛ ⫝̸ ⫝ ⫞ ⫟ ⫠ ⫡ ⫢ ⫣ ⫤ ⫥ ⫦ ⫧ ⫨ ⫩ ⫪ ⫫ ⫬ ⫭ ⫮ ⫯ ⫰ ⫱ ⫲ ⫳ ⫴ ⫵ ⫶ ⫷ ⫸ ⫹ ⫺ ⫻ ⫼ ⫽ ⫾ ⫿ ⬄ ⬆ ⬇ ⬌ ⬍ ⬚ Ⱡ ⱡ Ɫ Ᵽ Ɽ ⱥ ⱦ Ⱨ ⱨ Ⱪ ⱪ Ⱬ ⱬ Ɑ ⱱ Ⱳ ⱳ ⱴ Ⱶ ⱶ ⱷ ⴰ ⴱ ⴲ ⴳ ⴴ ⴵ ⴶ ⴷ ⴸ ⴹ ⴺ ⴻ ⴼ ⴽ ⴾ ⴿ ⵀ ⵁ ⵂ ⵃ ⵄ ⵅ ⵆ ⵇ ⵈ ⵉ ⵊ ⵋ ⵌ ⵍ ⵎ ⵏ ⵐ ⵑ ⵒ ⵓ ⵔ ⵕ ⵖ ⵗ ⵘ ⵙ ⵚ ⵛ ⵜ ⵝ ⵞ ⵟ ⵠ ⵡ ⵢ ⵣ ⵤ ⵥ ∀ ∁ ∂ ∃ ∄ ∅ ∆ ∇ ∈ ∉ ∊ ∋ ∌ ∍ ∎ ∏ ∐ ∑ − ∓ ∔ ∕ ∖ ∘ ∙ √ ∛ ∜ ∝ ∞ ∟ ∠ ∡ ∢ ∣ ∤ ∥ ∦ ⊥ ⊦ ∩ ∪ ∫ ∬ ∭ ∮ ∯ ∰ ∱ ∲ ∳ ∴ ∵ ∶ ∷ ∸ ∹ ∺ ∻ ∼ ∽ ∾ ∿ ≀ ≁ ≂ ≃ ≄ ≅ ≆ ≇ ≈ ≉ ≊ ≋ ≌ ≍ ≎ ≏ ≐ ≑ ≒ ≓ ≔ ≕ ≖ ≗ ≘ ≙ ≚ ≛ ≜ ≝ ≞ ≟ ≠ ≡ ≢ ≣ ≤ ≥ ≦ ≧ ≨ ≩ ≪ ≫ ≬ ≭ ≮ ≯ ≰ ≱ ≲ ≳ ≴ ≵ ≶ ≷ ≸ ≹ ≺ ≻ ≼ ≽ ≾ ≿ ⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊌ ⊍ ⊎ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒ ⊓ ⊔ ⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟ ⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯ ⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿ ⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍ ⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋕ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟ ⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱ ⋲ ⋳ ⋴ ⋵ ⋶ ⋷ ⋸ ⋹ ⋺ ⋻ ⋼ ⋽ ⋾ ⋿ ⌀ ⌁ ⌂ ⌃ ⌄ ⌅ ⌆ ⌇ ⌈ ⌉ ⌊ ⌋ ⌌ ⌍ ⌎ ⌏ ⌐ ⌑ ⌒ ⌓ ⌔ ⌕ ⌖ ⌗ ⌘ ⌙ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ⌠ ⌡ ⌢ ⌣ ⌤ ⌥ ⌦ ⌧ ⌨ 〈 〉 ⌫ ⌬ ⌭ ⌮ ⌯ ⌰ ⌱ ⌲ ⌳ ⌴ ⌵ ⌶ ⌷ ⌸ ⌹ ⌺ ⌻ ⌼ ⌽ ⌾ ⌿ ⍀ ⍁ ⍂ ⍃ ⍄ ⍅ ⍆ ⍇ ⍈ ⍉ ⍊ ⍋ ⍌ ⍍ ⍎ ⍏ ⍐ ⍑ ⍒ ⍓ ⍔ ⍕ ⍖ ⍗ ⍘ ⍙ ⍚ ⍛ ⍜ ⍝ ⍞ ⍟ ⍠ ⍡ ⍢ ⍣ ⍤ ⍥ ⍦ ⍧ ⍨ ⍩ ⍪ ⍫ ⍬ ⍭ ⍮ ⍯ ⍰ ⍱ ⍲ ⍳ ⍴ ⍵ ⍶ ⍷ ⍸ ⍹ ⍺ ⍻ ⍼ ⍽ ⍾ ⍿ ⎀ ⎁ ⎂ ⎃ ⎄ ⎅ ⎆ ⎇ ⎈ ⎉ ⎊ ⎋ ⎌ ⎍ ⎎ ⎏ ⎐ ⎑ ⎒ ⎓ ⎔ ⎕ ⎖ ⎗ ⎘ ⎙ ⎚ ⎛ ⎜ ⎝ ⎞ ⎟ ⎠ ⎡ ⎢ ⎣ ⎤ ⎥ ⎦ ⎧ ⎨ ⎩ ⎪ ⎫ ⎬ ⎭ ⎮ ⎯ ⎰ ⎱ ⎲ ⎳ ⎴ ⎵ ⎶ ⎷ ⎸ ⎹ ⎺ ⎻ ⎼ ⎽ ⎾ ⎿ ⏀ ⏁ ⏂ ⏃ ⏄ ⏅ ⏆ ⏇ ⏈ ⏉ ⏊ ⏋ ⏌ ⏍ ⏎ ⏏ ⏚ ⏛ ⏜ ⏝ ⏞ ⏟ ⏠

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ᨒ ᨏ  ᨓ  ᨎ  ᨃ  ᨑ  ᨐ ᨕ ᨌ 𐇑 ᝆ 🜟 🜞֩ ⚯͛ ⌁ ☍ 🜽 🝛 🝜 🝝 🝳 🝲 🝡 🝮   ꒰ ꒱ බ ꔵ ᱖ ꀬ ꩒ 𖤕 𖣰 ⌖ ᜃ ᜌ ᜑ ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ 𖦹 𖣠   ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ ୫ ପ イ ꕤ ꔛ ꢿ ꔫ ꖏ   ꖘ ∩ ⌒ ⩄ ຊ ♡̶ ♡ 𐂴 ✧ 🝮 ᐢ 世 ζ Ꮺ ஜ ஒ ண ஆ ௰ ௫ ଘ ᨳ 𖧡 𖥣 ꞌꞌꞌ ᝐ ⦂ ㅤ࿆ ৶ ≀ ৫ ๑ ⸙ ˇ ꞈ ›   ৲ ໑ ຯ ৎ ゝ ໒ 𖧧  ꞋꞌꞋ 𖥨 𖣖 ୫ ⍝ ੭ 𓏸 𓈒 ᕬ 𑁯 ꘩ ᘒ ২ ∿ 𐇵 ꔪ  ⊹ 𖥧 𖠵   ༘  ࿔ ｷ જ ᘏ ᚹ ૪ 𖣑 ७ ᝰ 𖣱 𖦥 ੭ ५ ᤴ १ ૭ ꕃ ꠷  ꕀ ᔾ ᕱ ᗀ   ᗁ   ᗂ   ᗃ   ᗢ   ᗣ   ꐦ  𖢻   ﹏  ໒  ᠀  ୭  ৎ  ੭  જ ๑  ࿔  ଓ  ઇ  ઉ  ७ ৶  ꒷꒥  ꀯ   ꃳ   ꆪ  ꈔ   ꌦ   ꎺ   ꏳ   ꏿ   ꐚ   ꐧ   ꐪ  ᧙  ꒷ㅤ࿔ ३ ଂㅤױ  ギ ◇ㅤ≛ㅤ᠅  ∞ ଃ ㅤ᪲ ɷㅤ۵ㅤ೫ㅤະ 𖥸  𝆹 𝆺ଘㅤꊛㅤᘒ   ᗳㅤ꒧ ◌ㅤ◍ㅤ◈  𖠘   𖠇   𖠛   𖠗   𖠣   𖠚  𖨂 𖣂 ໒ㅤ➻ ܓ ꃻ ミ ᖗ ᘒ ⟆ ꐑ   ꩜ ᝬ 㔾 ᘐ 𐂲 ﹆  ◌   𓋼𓍊𓋼 Ⱄⱄ 𖠌 𖤣𖥧  ⚘︎  ㊕  〄  ꒷꒦   ᭝  𖠿  ⎙  ᯅ 𖤘 𖦥𖥧  ᳅ ₪ ⧎ 🜉 ☖ ☗ ᧉ   ᧈ   ᦸ  ᦣ   ᦢ   ᦞ   ᦒ   ᦈ   ᦊ   ᦑ   ᦏ  ᢧ  ᢦ   ᢄ   ᢃ   ᢁ   ᢀ   ᠗   ᠀   ៹  ៵  ៙  ᖘ    ᖗ   ᕳ   ᕲ   ᕱ   ᕰ  ჲ   ფ  უ პ  ი  ၜ   ၀  ဗ ဧ   စ   ࿈  ࿆   ࿄   ༗   ༖   ༕   ໒ ໑   ๘   ๖   ๓   ๒   ๑   ๐ ๏   ෬  ෧  ෦  ෂ  ර  ඵ  බ  ප  ථ  ඨ  ධ  ඉ  ඊ  ഭ   ദ   ೯   ೬   ೪   ೩   ೨   ౿  ౸   ୱ   ୭   ୬  ୪   ୨   ୧   ୦   ୡ   ୠ   ଡ଼   ଳ   ଭ  ବ  ପ   ତ   ଡ   ଘ   ଙ   ଜ   କ   ଓ   ଋ   ଌ   ଈ   ଉ   ૮   ૭   ૧   ૦   ઈ ઉ   ઇ   ੭   ੧   ੦   ৹   ৶   ৵   ৬   ৫   ৩   ২   ১   ০   ৎ   ও   এ   ঌ  ঀ   ॽ   ९ ८ ७   ५  ४  १ 🝳 🝱 🝮 🝭 🝩 🝧 🝦 🝥 🝣 🝢 🝚 🝙 🝘 🝖 🝕 🝔 🝓 🝏 🝎 🝍 🝌 🝊 🝆 🝅 🝄 🝃 🝁 🜿 🜾 🜽 🜼 🜻 🜺 🜷 🜶 🜵 🜴 🜳 🜰 🜨 🜣 🜛 🜗 🜖 🜕 🜔 🜉 🜄 🜃 🜂 🜁 🝩  🝱 𑶧 𑶦 𑶣 𑶤 𑶢 𑶠 𑱗 𑱐 𑱘 𑣿 𑣲 𑣱 𑣰 𑣫 𑣪 𑣩 𑣨 𑣧 𑣥 𑣤 𑣢 𑣡 𑣠 𑣜 𑣛 𑣚 𑣗 𑣖 𑣕 𑣓 𑣒 𑣑 𑣏 𑣍 𑣎 𑣌 𑣉 𑣈 𑣇 𑣄 𑣃 𑣀 𑑛 𑑙 𑑘 𑑗 𑑕 𑑔 𑑑 𑑐 𑑏 𑊥 𑊢 𑊡 𑊟 𑊤 𑊝 𑊕 𑊔 𑊒 𑊑 𑊐 𑊊 𑊂 𑊁 𑈽 𑈨 𑈧 𑈤 𑈞 𑈛 𑈗 𑈕 𑈔 𑈏 𑈆 𑈀 𑇝 𑇜 𑇛 𑇙 𑇘 𑇗 𑇖 𑇒 𑇑 𑇐 𑅃 𑅀 𑄾 𑄽 𑄼 𑄻 𑄷 𑄤 𑄝 𑄙 𑄆 𑂼 𑂻 𑂯 𑂪 𑂧 𑂦 𑂥 𑂢 𑂡 𑂠 𑂟 𑂞 𑂗 𑂔 𑂑 𑂇 𑁯 𑁭 𑁬 𑁪 𑁨 𑁥 𑁤 𑁠 𑁘 𑁍 𑀯 𑀬 𑀣 𑀠 𑀞 𑀙 𑀍 𑀄 𑀃 𐴒 𐴐 𐴏 𐴈 𐴂 𐦟 𐦞 𐦝

𐪒 𐪐 𐪏 𐪎 𐪌 𐪆 𐪅 𐪁 𐪃 𐩿 𐩾 𐩺 𐩳 𐩲 𐩰 𐩥 𐩣 𐩕 𐩔 𐩒 𐩇 𝞎 𝞋 𝞉 𝝵 𝝳 𝝯 𞥙 𞥘 𞥗 𞥖 𞥕 𞥔 𞥑 𞥂 𞥀 𞤹 𞤥 𞤤 𞤦 𞤗 𞋹 𞋸 𞋶 𞋵 𞋴 𞋲 𞋱 𞋫 𞋪 𞋩 𞋨 𞋧 𞋥 𞋣 𞋢 𞋡 𞋠 𞋟 𞋞 𞋝 𞋚 𞋙 𞋘 𞋗 𞋔 𞋓 𞋋 𞋈 𞋇 𞋅 𞋄 𞋃 𞋂 𝈉 𐠦 𐠥 𐠤 𐠡 𐠟 𐠗 𐠓 𐝡 𐝈 𐜳 𐜲 𐜮 𐜭 𐜬 𐜧 𐛒 𐛑 𐛏 𐛌 𐚽 𐚹 𐚲 𐚱 𐚰 𐚯 𐚮 𐚭 𐚬 𐚪 𐚩 𐚨 𐚧 𐚦 𐚥 𐚤 𐚣 𐚢 𐚞 𐚜 𐚔 𐚒 𐚐 𐚍 𐚉 𐚈 𐚆 𐚁 𐙿 𐙾 𐙼 𐙸 𐙷 𐙵 𐙱 𐙯 𐙮 𐙬 𐙩 𐙦 𐙥 𐙤 𐙣 𐙡 𐙠 𐙟 𐙞 𐙝 𐙜 𐙒 𐙔 𐙐 𐙌 𐙋 𐙆 𐙄 𐙀 𐘿 𐘾 𐘺 𐘷 𐘱 𐘰 𐘫 𐘦 𐘃 𐑷 𐑶 𐑴 𐑳 𐑰 𐑱 𐑲 𐑯 𐑬 𐑌 𐑉 𐑆 𐑀 𐐿 𐑁 𐑂 𐐺 𐐸 𐐷 𐐶 𐐵 𐐴 𐐳 𐐲 𐐯 𐐭 𐐬 𐐫 𐐪 𐐩 𐐨 𐐘 𐐗 𐐐 𐐏 𐐎 𐐍 𐐌 𐐊 𐐇 𐐅 𐐄 𐐃 𐐂 𐐁 𐐀 ﹆ ﹅ ⫐ ⫏ ⪦ ⪧ ⩟ ⩔ ⩓ ⩐ ⩍ ⩌ ⩋ ⩊ ⩉ ⩇ ⩆ ⩅ ⩄ ⩀ ⨾ ⨷ ⨃ ⨂ ⨁ ⨀ ⧠ ⧟ ⧜ ⧉ ⧈ ⧇ ⧆ ⧅ ⧄ ⦾ ❍ ❏ 𐃹 𐃸 𐃷 𐃴 𐃳 𐃲 𐃰 𐃯 𐃮 𐃭 𐃬 𐃫 𐃩 𐃨 𐃧 𐃦 𐃤 𐃣 𐃢 𐃡 𐃠 𐃟 𐃞 𐃙 𐃗 𐃔 𐃓 𐃒 𐃑 𐃏 𐃋 𐃊 𐃉 𐃄 𐃃 𐃁 𐂾 𐂼 𐂻 𐂵 𐂲 𐂬 𐂪 𐂨 𐂧 𐂤 𐂣 𐂢 𐂡 𐂞 𐂜 𐂖 𐂒 𐂐 𐁙 𐁑 𐁍 𐁋 𐁇 𐁂 𐁃 𐀼 𐀷 𐀶 𐀴 𐀬 𐀤 𐀣 𐀢 𐀔 𐀒 𐀏 𐀊 𐀉 𐀅 𐀁 �  ꩜ ꩐ ꥟ ꣘ ꣗ ꣙ ꣒ ꣑ ꣁ ꢾ ꣀ ꢸ ꢮ ꢭ ꢬ ꢫ ꢤ ꢢ ꢡ ꢜ ꢘ ꢐ ꢏ ꘫ ꘪ ꘩ ꘧ ꘥ ꘣ ꘡ ꘟ ꘜ ꘖ ꘓ ꘎ ꘏ ꗱ ꗯ ꗬ ꗦ ꗡ ꗝ ꗜ ꗛ ꗚ ꗓ ꗑ ꗏ ꗇ ꖹ ꖸ ꖷ ꖴ ꖨ ꖢ ꖡ ꖛ ꖘ ꖏ ꕺ ꕸ ꕮ ꕪ ꕢ ꕠ ꕕ ꕔ ꕊ ꕈ ꕃ ꔷ ꔵ ꔮ ꔫ ꔪ ꔧ ꔡ ꔛ ꔚ ꒿ ꒾ ꒻ ꒺ ꒹ ꒸ ꒷ ꒳ ꒰ ꒱ ꒫ ꒪ ꒩ ꒨ ꒧ ꒦ ꒥ ꑘ ꐪ ꐑ ꐎ ꐇ ꈔ ꈊ ꅔ ꄃ ꂔ ꁚ 𖨸 𖨷 𖨬 𖨧 𖨦 𖨥 𖨤 𖨡 𖨛 𖨙 𖨘 𖨖 𖨕 𖨎 𖨋 𖨊 𖨈 𖨇 𖨆 𖨂 𖧾 𖧽 𖧻 𖧺 𖧹 𖧷 𖧶 𖧵 𖧰 𖧯 𖧭 𖧪 𖧩 𖧨 𖧧 𖧢 𖧡 𖧛 𖧗 𖧖 𖧕 𖧑 𖧐 𖧋 𖧉 𖧁 𖦾 𖦽 𖦹 𖦸 𖦴 𖦳 𖦲 𖦭 𖦬 𖦩 𖦨 𖦧 𖦥 𖦣 𖦟 𖦞 𖦛 𖦖 𖦓 𖦒 𖦐 𖦏 𖦋 𖦉 𖦇 𖦅 𖦄 𖦃 𖦀 𖥿 𖥾 𖥻 𖥹 𖥸 𖥷 𖥵 𖥳 𖥲 𖥱 𖥰 𖥭 𖥩 𖥨 𖥧 𖥦 𖥥 𖥣 𖥞 𖥝 𖥚 𖥙 𖥖 𖥕 𖥎 𖥍 𖥋 𖥉 𖥇 𖥆 𖥅 𖥁 𖤿 𖤾 𖤺 𖤷 𖤵 𖤴 𖤳 𖤱 𖤰 𖤫 𖤩 𖤨 𖤦 𖤥 𖤠 𖤟 𖤞 𖤝 𖤜 𖤛 𖤘 𖤖 𖤕 𖤓 𖤐 𖤏 𖤍 𖤋 𖤊 𖤅 𖤃 𖤂 𖣿 𖣼 𖣻 𖣺 𖣸 𖣶 𖣵 𖣳 𖣲 𖣯 𖣭 𖣦 𖣤 𖣣 𖣡 𖣠 𖣟 𖣙 𖣎 𖣍 𖣂 𖢻 𖢯 𖢨 𖢦 𖢥 𖢡 𖢠 𖢜 𖢖 𖢔 𖢊 𖢆 𖢄 𖡼 𖡰 𖡥 𖡣 𖡜 𖡛 𖡙 𖡘 𖡗 𖡖 𖡔 𖡓 𖡐 𖡏 𖡎 𖡌 𖡍 𖡋 𖠿 𖠾 𖠽 𖠹 𖠶 𖠴 𖠳 𖠲 𖠱 𖠫 𖠪 𖠩 𖠣 𖠢 𖠡 𖠟 𖠞 𖠜 𖠛 𖠚 𖠘 𖠗 𖠕 𖠔 𖠓 𖠑 𖠐 𖠏 𖠎 𖠌 𖠋 𖠉 𖠈 𖠇 𖠆 𖠅 𖠄 𖠃 𖠂 𖠁 𐦜 𐦖 𐦕 𐦒 𐦑 𐦏 𐦍 𐦉 𐦈 𐦅 𐦃 𐦂 ︎𐪞︎ 𐪜 𐪚 𐪔 𐪓

𐇼 𐇻 𐇺 𐇹 𐇸 𐇷 𐇶 𐇵 𐇴 𐇳 𐇲 𐇰 𐇯 𐇮 𐇭 𐇬 𐇫 𐇪 𐇩 𐇨 𐇧 𐇦 𐇥 𐇤 𐇣 𐇢 𐇠 𐇟 𐇜 𐇛 𐇚 𐇙 𐇘 𐇗 𐇖 𐇕 𐇔 𐇓 𐇒 𐇑 𐇐 𔙆 𔘾 𔘺 𔘹 𔘸 𔘷 𔘶 𔘴 𔘲 𔘱 𔘰 𔘯 𔘮 𔘭 𔘫 𔘪 𔘥 𔘤 𔘡 𔘠 𔘟 𔘞 𔘜 𔘛 𔘘 𔘓 𔘒 𔘏 𔘍 𔘄 𔘂 𔗾 𔗸 𔗷 𔗵 𔗴 𔗲 𔗱 𔗫 𔗩 𔗨 𔗦 𔗟 𔗞 𔗔 𔗓 𔗒 𔗑 𔗐 𔗌 𔗆 𓇗 𔗂 𔗁 𔖨 𔖢 𔖜 𔖛 𔖚 𔖙 𔖘 𔖗 𔖖 𔖇 𔖃 𔖂 𔖀 𔕹 𔕸 𔕷 𔕳 𔕱 𔕥 𔕡 𔕠 𔕞 𔕛 𔕚 𔕙 𔕔 𔕒 𔕇 𔔻 𔔱 𔔮 𔔬 𔔩 𔔧 𔔦 𔔤 𔔣 𔔢 𔔡 𔔠 𔔙 𔔖 𔔕 𔔔 𔔒 𔔑 𔔎 𔔍 𔔆 𔔂 𔔁 𔔀 𔓾 𔓷 𔓶 𔓯 𔓨 𔓜 𔓘 𔓗 𔓕 𔓒 𔓐 𔓏 𔓎 𔓇 𔓆 𔓅 𔓄 𔓃 𔓂 𔓁 𔓀 𔒿 𔒾 𔒽 𔒹 𔒸 𔒶 𔒴 𔒲 𔒱 𔒯 𔒮 𔒫 𔒨 𔒥 𔒣 𔒡 𔒜 𔒙 𔒍 𔒋 𔒈 𔒇 𔒅 𔒃 𔑾 𔑺 𔑶 𔑵 ��� 𔑯 𔑮 𔑬 𔑪 𔑘 𔑗 𔑐 𔑏 𔑈 𔑇 𔐯 𔐡 𔐙 𔐕 𔐓 𔐉 𔐄 𔐀 𓆝 𓆟 𓆜 𓆞 𓃵 𓅯 𓆐 𓆠 𓆢 𓃹 𓆣 𓆤 𓆥 𓆦 𓆧 𓆨 𓆇 𓋜 𓆉︎ 𓂀 𓌵 𓁹 𓅓 𓀬 𓆈 𓃗 𓃱 𓀡 𓅷 𓆏 𓂺 𓂸 𓃰 𓄁 𓃠 𓅿 𓃟 𓂻 𓀿 𓃒 𓂉 𓁷𓁶𓂈𓂉𓂊𓂎𓂀 𓁿 𓁽 𓁼 𓁻 𓁺 𓁹 𓅰 𓅩 𓇽 ꕥ 𖨆 𖠘 𖢠 𖦊 𖠑 𓀐 𖤛 𐂄 𐂂 𓆌 𓆀 𓆡 𓄯 𓃻 𓆓 𓆤 𓏭 𓄸 𓄯 𓆸 𓆧 𓊿 𓃠 𓃡 𓆙 𓇈 𓇼 𓊮 𓍝 𓍯 𓎂 𓏟 𓏞 𓐭 𓐡 𓐗 𓐖 𓐐 𓐎 𓐍 𓏹 𓏸 𓏳 𓏲 𓏡 𓏠 𓏚 𓏘 𓏗 𓏖 𓏔 𓏓 𓏑 𓏏 𓏌 𓏊 𓎾 𓎻 𓎺 𓎶 𓎵 𓎲 𓎫 𓎧 𓎥 𓎠 𓍼 𓍱 𓍯 𓍢 𓍕 𓍔 𓍊 𓌱 𓌛 𓌆 𓋱 𓋰 𓋭 𓋪 𓊸 𓊬 𓊪 𓊗 𓊖 𓊕 𓊔 𓊓 𓊒 𓊌 𓉿 𓉸 𓉴 𓈟 𓈒 𓈑 𓈊 𓈅 𓈀 𓇼 𓇸 𓇷 𓇳 𓇯 𓇬 𓇨 𓇤 𓇣 𓇞 𓇕 𓇚 𓆩 𓆪 𓆠 𓆇 𓆂 𓄼 𓄹 𓄰 𓄧 𓃿 𓂋 𓂅 𓂁 𓂃 𓂂 𓂄 𓆩 𓆪

Musical:

𝄜 𝄝 𝄞 𝄟 𝄠 𝄡 𝄢 𝄣 𝄤 𝄥 𝄦 𝄩 𝄪 𝄫 𝄬 𝄭 𝄮 𝄯 𝄰 𝄱 𝄲 𝄳 𝄴 𝄵 𝄶 𝄷 𝄸 𝄹 𝄺 𝄻 𝄼 𝄽 𝄾 𝄿 𝅀 𝅁 𝅂𝅃 𝅄 𝅅 𝅆 𝅇 𝅈 𝅉 𝅊 𝅋 𝅌 𝅍 𝅎 𝅏 𝅐 𝅑 𝅒 𝅓 𝅔 𝅕 𝅖 𝅗 𝅘 𝅚 𝅛 𝅜 𝅝 𝅗𝅥 𝅘𝅥 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅯 𝅘𝅥𝅰 𝅘𝅥𝅱 𝅥 𝅦 𝅧 𝅧 𝅨𝅩𝅪 𝅫 𝅬 𝆄 𝆌 𝆍 𝆎 𝆏 𝆐 𝆑 𝆒 𝆓 𝆔 𝆕 𝆖 𝆗 𝆘 𝆙 𝆚 𝆛𝆜 𝆝𝆞 𝆟𝆠 𝆡 𝆢𝆣 𝆤𝆥 𝆦 𝆧 𝆨 𝆩𝆪𝆫𝆬𝆭 𝆮 𝆯 𝆰 𝆱 𝆲 𝆳 𝆴 𝆵 𝆶 𝆷 𝆸 𝆹 𝆺 𝆹𝅥 𝆺𝅥 𝆹𝅥𝅮 𝆺𝅥𝅮 𝆹𝅥𝅯 𝆺𝅥𝅯 𝇁𝇂𝇃𝇄𝇅𝇆 𝇇 𝇈 𝇉 𝇊 𝇋 𝇌 𝇍 𝇎 𝇏 𝇐 𝇑 𝇒 𝇓 𝇔 𝇕 𝇖 𝇗 𝇘 𝇝 𝇛 𝇙 𝇚 𝇜

𝁊𝁋𝁌𝁍𝁎𝁏𝁐𝁑𝁒𝁓𝁔𝁕𝁖𝁗𝁘𝁚𝁚𝁛𝁜𝁝𝁞𝁟𝁠𝁡𝁢𝁣𝁤𝁥𝁦𝁧𝁨𝁩𝁪𝁫𝁬𝁭𝁮𝁯𝁰𝁱𝁲𝁳𝁵𝁶𝁷𝁸𝁹𝁺𝁻𝁼𝁽𝁾𝁿𝂀𝂁𝂂𝂃𝂄𝂅𝂆𝂇𝂈𝂉𝂊𝂋𝂌𝂍𝂎𝂏𝂐𝂑𝂒𝂓𝂔𝂕𝂖𝂗𝂘𝂙𝂚𝂛𝂜𝂝𝂞𝂟𝂠𝂡𝂢𝂣𝂤𝂥𝂦𝂧𝂨𝂩𝂪𝂫𝂬𝂭𝂮𝂯𝂰𝂱𝂲𝂳𝂴𝂵𝂶𝂷𝂸𝂹𝂺𝂻𝂼𝂽𝂾𝂿𝃀𝃁𝃂𝃃𝃄𝃅𝃆𝃇𝃈𝃉 𝃊 𝃋𝃌𝃍 𝃎𝃏𝃐𝃑𝃒𝃓 𝃔𝃕𝃖𝃗𝃘𝃙 𝃚𝃛𝃜𝃝 𝃞𝃟𝃠𝃡 𝃢𝃣𝃤𝃥𝃦𝃧𝃨 𝃩𝃪𝃫𝃬𝃭𝃮𝃯𝃰𝃱𝃲𝃳𝃴𝃵

𝀓𝀔𝀕𝀖𝀗𝀘𝀙𝀚𝀛𝀜𝀝𝀞𝀟𝀠𝀡𝀢𝀣𝀤𝀥𝀦𝀧𝀨𝀩𝀪𝀫𝀬𝀭𝀮𝀯𝀰𝀱𝀲𝀳𝀴𝀵𝀶𝀷 𝀸𝀹𝀺𝀻𝀼𝀽𝀿𝁀𝁁𝁂𝁃𝁄𝁅𝁆𝁇𝁈𝁉 𝀀𝀁𝀂𝀃𝀄𝀅𝀆𝀇𝀈𝀉𝀊𝀋𝀌𝀍𝀎𝀏𝀐𝀑𝀒

𝄀 𝄁 𝄂 𝄃 𝄄 𝄅 𝄆 𝄇 𝄈 𝄉 𝄊 𝄋 𝄌 𝄍 𝄎 𝄏 𝄐 𝄑 𝄒 𝄓 𝄔 𝄕 𝄖 𝄗 𝄘 𝄙 𝄚 𝄛

🂠 🂡 🂢 🂣 🂤 🂥 🂦 🂧 🂨 🂩 🂪 🂫 🂬 🂭 🂮 🂱 🂲 🂳 🂴 🂵 🂶 🂷 🂸 🂹 🂺 🂻 🂼 🂽 🂾 🂿 🃁 🃂 🃃 🃄 🃅 🃆 🃇 🃈 🃉 🃊 🃋 🃌 🃍 🃎 🃑 🃒 🃓 🃔 🃕 🃖 🃗 🃘 🃙 🃚 🃛 🃜 🃝 🃞 🃟

🀋 🀙 🀀 🀈 🀐 🀅 🀍 🀌 🀄︎ 🀆 🀎 🀇 🀏 🀂 🀊 🀒 🀃 🀓 🀑 🀉 🀁 🀙 �� 🀔 🀜 🀘 🀡 🀞 🀖 🀟 🀛 🀣 🀜 🀦 🀪 🀤 🀩 🀦 🀫 🀧

Gender symbols:

⚣︎ ⚢︎ ⚥︎ ⚤︎ ♂♀ ⚧ ⚨ ⚦ ⚩ ⚬

Astrology:

♈︎ ♉︎ ♊︎ ♋︎ ♌︎ ♍︎ ♎︎ ♏︎ ♐︎ ♑︎ ♒︎ ♓︎ ☉ ☽︎  ☿ ♀♂ ♁ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ⚷ ⚸ ⚳ ⚴ ⚲ ⚵ ☊ ☋ ☍ ☌ ⛢ ⚶ ⚻ ⚺ ⚹ 🜨 ⚼ ☄︎🜁 🜃 🜂 🜄 

Traffic:

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⇄ㅤ⏮ㅤ❙❙ㅤ⏭ㅤ��

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

RANKING VISUAL NOVEL YANDERES [revamped vers~!] now that i actually played the games lol-

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚──────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────────•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚ *•¨•.¸¸☆¸¸.•¨*• ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ｡･:*˚:✧•¨•.¸¸ﾟ･☆¸¸.•¨*•

jack ☁︎ [swwsdj] : 6/10, honestly he isn't that bad ...i dont want him to choke me though i see you laney

doe ♡ [john doe] : 9/10, i wanna step on him and crush his skull like a twig and also bury my face in his tits <3

Seth ‹𝟹 [dies irae] : 7/10, he's a bastard [hes so bbg i love him NVJGBJGHSKHJK]

Ren ✬ [fdwy] : 4/10, pervert incel femboi

Alan *ੈ✩‧₊˚ [mdhm] : 8/10, i wanna kiss his scars and tell him he's my princess :3

Sol ❣ [tkitb] : 8/10, COME AND FUCK ME EMO BOY- not really but i do wanna smooch him 😘

casper ✣ [adwd] [i know he isn't really yandere buuuut 👀] : 100/10, POOKIE 😍

Mychael ꕥ [mushroom oasis] : 10/10, AHHHHHSKIFJHZRGHSBIUYS LEMME CUDDLE YOU

jacob ❀ [lurking for love] : 4/10, average height...average personality...average cock-

Damon ☘ [broken colors] : 9/10, HE'S SO BBG CODED AHHHHHHH

peter ۵ [your boyfriend] : 2/10, get yo rat lookin' ahh out of my sight 😒

tate・[frostbite] : -300/10, andrew tate-

koolie ❤ [tentador leeches] : 3/10, ... i feel bad for him a little bit but also FuCk YoU

Bo ✮⋆˙ [datcha bo]: 1/10, UHM....wtf was that one 'feed me' screen...😨

ellias 𝄞 [tgogm] [again...isnt really a yandere but i like him] : 8/10, LEMME MARRY HIM BITCH-

Monika ᯤ [ddlc] : 8/10, self aware ai >>> irl ppl

Yuri ღ [ddlc] : 5/10, WTF YOU MEAN 'it's soaked with fluids...' 😰😰😰😰

404 ✪ [monster x mediator] : 7/10, 💊👈😀 TAKE IT IT'S FOR YOUR BIPOLAR BITCH-

[babyfarther]

𝅘𝅥𝅮♪

it's my big secret

来続ける◌ 𓈒 ꒪

SLOW ✿ LIKE ✿ HONEY

🪷

͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ï෧

Heavy With Mo੦d

[baexywth]

My deco!☆

𖥔 ⭑ ◖ 𒀭 ! ♤ ◇ ∞⠀⌗⠀★ ⭒⁺⠀˒⠀٫⠀◞ ♡ ■ 𖧷 ⩩ ◞ 𐚱 · ꗃ 𔓕 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ ⿻ › 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ༝ ⑅ ↷ ▦ ꑘ 𖥔 ִֶָ⁠ ‹3 ≡ " ⊹ ⿻ ⑅ ☹ ☻ ⛱ 𐂂 𑁍 ❤︎ ❣︎ ☾︎ ☽︎ ♫︎ ✿︎ ♥︎ ❥︎ ☀︎ ❦︎ ☀︎︎ ☺︎︎ ☠︎︎ ༒︎ ✞︎ ✔︎ ☏︎ ⌫ ✰ ✯ ☆ ✵ ߷ ☢︎︎ ☼︎ ᯽ ✫ ۞ 𖣔 ⍟ 𖣘 ❀ ❄︎ ❁ ✪ ⁂ 𑁍 ᪥ 𖧷 ♕︎ ♔︎ ☯︎ ♲︎︎︎ 𒊹︎︎︎ ᴥ︎︎︎ ♪ ➪ ⌨︎ ♧︎︎︎ ☘︎ ☁︎ ☜︎︎︎ ☝︎ ☞︎︎︎ ☟︎︎︎ ✍︎ ☕︎ ✈︎ ☮︎ ☃︎ ꧁ ꧂ ☂︎ ☔︎ ⚠︎ ꕥ ^•▪︎•^ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[c-noura]

꧁ SYMBOLS ꧂

𓆉 𓆦 𓅪 𓆟 𓆙

➼ → ➡ ➟ ➺ ↠ ↳ ↝ ↪ ⇒ ⇨ ⇸ ➾ ➔ ⟶

☏ ⌨ ✉ ✎ ✑ ✒ ✄ ⌫ ⌧ ⌦ ⌲ ⎙ ⎗ ⎘ ⏍ ⏱

♱ ☩ ✠ ✢ ⊹ ្ ៎

☪ ☾ ☽ ☼ ★ ☆ ✩ ⚝ ✮ ✰ ✭ ⛧ ✦ ✶ ✯ ⋆ ꙳ ⭒ ☄ ☂

♤ ♧ ♡ ♢ 🂵 🂾 🂽 🂼 🂻 ♔ ♚ ♕ ♛ ♖ ♜ ♗ ♝♘ ♞ ♙ ♟

⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

𝄞 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥 𝄾 𝆕

✿ ❀ ❁ ❃ ✾ ✼ ❅ ☘ ⚘ ꌨ 𓆸 𓇚 𓇊

シ ツ ッ ㋡ ☻ ☹ ⍣ ⍤ ت ⍨ ⸖ ⌤ ⏕ 웃 ꉕ ӫ ☃

❒ ❑ ❐ ❏ ❍ ❛ ❜ ❝ ❞ ❟ ❠

♻ ♼ ♽ ⛓

[flower-fields-in-springtime]

here’s a collection of all the moomin playlists I’ve made on spotify for anyone who wants it

[rxxltzu]

Two Worlds Apart

ִֶָ࣪☾. Jihyo x Fem! Reader

☘︎ Genre: Angst

☘︎ Summary: Feelings for someone you can never call yours.

☘︎ W.C: 1.7k

☘︎ A/n: Hi everyone! This is my first one-shot here:) You can call me Rixl! I’ll do a more formal introduction later on, for now I hope you enjoy reading!

Minatozoki Y/n, that’s who you were, you were Sana’s younger sister. You were simply accompanying her since she wanted you to meet her friends. Twice, that’s what she said their group name was. You were a famous guitarist, having been invited to countless concerts and shows as the star guest. Having to play an electric guitar was your dream since you were a little kid, well it was a dream come true, wasn’t it?

Back to the present, Sana was introducing you to everyone. Having to know them from Eldest to youngest, not that you mind of course. You met Nayeon, Momo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu. Sana explained that you’ll meet Jeongyeon and Jihyo later on as they went out to buy some drinks and snacks. You didn’t mind of course as Dahyun started to compliment how you look so similar to Sana.

“You look so much like Sana-Unnie!” Dahyun said as you shyly rubbed your nape as you felt flustered, smiling softly as you thanked her. You immediately connected with the members as you sat down with your sister.

“Y/n-Unnie, how old are you?” The youngest asked, you know of as Tzuyu, you chuckled before stating that you recently turned 25, everyone was shocked of how much younger you were from Sana, stating that you looked much older than your age. You laughed at this before shaking your head lightly.

“Sana-Chan is old” You teased as Sana feigned a gasp, the other members laughing as you joined in the laughter along with them. As everyone laughed, the door softly opened, resounding the room with a soft creaked, indicating someone has entered the room. Nayeon greeted whoever was at the door as everyone turned to look at who had arrived. Everyone greeted Jeongyeon and Jihyo, but you were in awe.

You already knew who Jeongyeon was due to your sister bringing her over a couple of times over at your shared apartment, but you never knew Jihyo was the one you caught your breath on your throat. Dahyun snapped you out of your trance as you greeted your elders, Jeongyeon patting your head softly. “It’s good to see you again, Y/n” Jeongyeon said as her and Jihyo placed the drinks and snacks in the middle before finding their spot to sit, Jeongyeon sitting beside Jihyo as Jihyo sat down beside you. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach as she sat so closely to you.

“You must be Sana’s sister, right?” Jihyo asked, you only nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. She looked so perfect, so beautiful. Sana offered you some food which you gratefully accepted as you were now getting hungry. “If I remember, Your name is Y/n. You’re that famous guitarist everyone is head over heels for.” You looked over at Jihyo, she knew you. You almost screamed out of excitement but held back. You nodded as you chuckled softly.

“Indeed I am, I’m surprised you were able to recognize who I am” You said softly, Jihyo chuckled. You were falling in love as you spent time with her. “Of course I know, I’m not that old, unlike Nayeon-Unnie over here” Jihyo teased as Nayeon gasped at her “Excuse me?? I am not that old!” Nayeon exclaimed as you laughed.

You laid in your bed with a smile on your face as you recall your memories with the group, Sana smirked at you and your goofy smile “What’s got you smilin, little sister?” She asked teasingly, your smile only grew wider as you recall your memories with her “Unnie.. She’s so pretty..” You say in a daze, Sana only chuckled at this “Who’s pretty?” She asked, you sigh as you sat up and faced her “Jihyo-Unnie, she made me feel things I never felt before! It’s like—” You explained but got cut off by Sana “Like butterflies in your stomach? Like fireworks exploding inside your chest?” She asked and you nodded as your eyes shone “Exactly! It’s so new to me.. That I’m scared.” You admitted, looking away.

Sana smiled softly as she pushed herself off your door frame and sat beside you on your bed, she held your hand and caressed it softly “It is huh? But my advice for you, is that you step forward, despite being scared. But don’t lose yourself in the process. I don’t want to lose my little sister due to love.” Sana said softly as she continued “This is also what I felt with Tzuyu, before we dated. But I took the risk and now I’m spending my life with her. It’s crazy how love changes you.” She explained, she looked at you and kissed your forehead softly “Head to sleep now, and think about it, alright?” You nodded as you finally laid down and sighed.

That was 8 months ago, 8 months ago you met the person who made your heart jump every single time you were with her, your feelings still lingered as you sat down near Jihyo, enjoying their conversation. You had the urge to confess, to show her how much she means to you. How every little thing she does makes your heart jump. Only a few people knew about your feelings, aside from Sana. Jeongyeon, Dahyun and Tzuyu also know about your crush on their leader. You smiled softly as you listened to her rant. She looked so pretty as she explained random things to you, you never minded. Lost track of time dozens, countless times you were with her.

“What do you feel about love, Y/n?” Jihyo asked out of the blue as she smiled dreamily, you were taken aback but quickly composed yourself. This is it, you thought. If this turns out the right way, you might finally call Jihyo yours. “I feel like love is something that is complicated to figure out but beautiful if treated right. Love is an emotion where you feel at peace with someone, feel comfortable and content.. And you just wish to stay there forever.” You said softly as Jihyo listened before opening her phone “Well, I haven’t said this to the members yet, but that’s how I feel.. With my new boyfriend ” She said as she showed you a pic of her and her boyfriend, you felt your heart shatter as you silently squealed at her and whispered congratulations, Jihyo had a cheeky grin as she thanked you. That wasn’t supposed to happen. You thought as you decided to excuse yourself to go to the washroom and then left the room.

You splashed water onto your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror before you felt a rush of emotions you thought you’d never feel again. You leaned onto the sink as your lips quivered, you wanted to leave, to deal with your emotions, but you couldn’t. You sighed as you rolled up your sleeves before washing your hands, fixing yourself as if you never had broken down in the restroom. Sighing, you opened the door to face reality once more.

You went back to the room before sitting down beside Jihyo as she continued to ramble with the rest of the group. The world fell silent to your ears, the noise in the practice room drowning out as you zoned out into your mind, your thoughts. Sana noticed this before she regained composure and acted as if there was nothing going on, but you knew she was gonna ask for this later on when you two arrive home. You opened your phone as you mindlessly scrolled through your socials. Jihyo snapped you out of your trance and asked if you were okay.

Her hazel brown eyes swirled with concern as the other members started to ask if you were okay too, you smiled softly before nodding and just stating you were bored hence why you were zoning out into your phone. Sana knew better, you were good at lying she’ll admit that, but she knew there was more than just being bored. You zoned out once more as you decided to close your eyes and just forget reality.

That was two months ago

You became distant, making up excuses that you were busy with schedules and upcoming concerts. You were though, you kept yourself busy and busy to drown out what you felt. You distracted yourself from the pain that you seemed to only have gotten worse day by day. You told Sana the moment you two got home as you knew won’t drop the topic until you told her what was happening with you. Life suddenly became dull, you zone out more, you were distant, even to Sana.

You were sitting on your couch as Sana came home from practice, you greeted her before going back to whatever you were doing. Sana sighed before walking over to you “Jihyo.. She said she wants you to come tomorrow, even for a short while. Saying she has a surprise for everyone and she wants you to be there.” Sana explained softly, you look at her with knowing eyes that she’s going to bring her boyfriend over to meet everyone “Can I not go? Please..?” You asked softly but Sana only sighed “I’m sorry, Y/n-chan, but she wants you to be there..” Sana said softly, you lean back onto the couch before mumbling a soft ‘Fine’.

Sana sighed as she hugged you, muttering a sorry before heading to her room to change. You closed your eyes as you prayed your emotions aren’t going to get the best of you.

Finally, the next day came, you sighed as you mentally prepared yourself to enter their practice room. From the outside, you can already hear the girls’ noise, Sana smiled at you before entering the room, you followed behind, everyone greeting you. You greeted everyone back as you sat beside Sana, your eyes landed at Jihyo and… her new boyfriend. He looks sweet, nice and caring.. You felt your heart shatter as you zoned out onto the floor, Sana noticing before diverting everyone’s attention away from you. You excused yourself from everyone as you decided to leave, you whispered to Sana that your emotions are starting to get the better of you. You just can’t help seeing her with someone else, you just can’t.

Maybe in another life, you can hold her, comfort her, love her. But in this one, you just have to move on from the pain she left on you.

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