#๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿซฃ
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9116 ยท 10 months ago
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via _joshuasnowโ€™s Instagram story | January 25, 2024
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savvylittlecoxswain ยท 7 months ago
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Ok now that I know for a fact that Bobby was on the fencing team (thank you @kjxlll) I need the boys on their day off bored af cause Bobby isnโ€™t there to โ€œorganize activitiesโ€ for them. And so at the last minute they decide to go to a fencing tournament being held on campus. And they go there and def get all into it like goddamn just look at them go. And then a UW fencer wins and everyone is so freaking pumped, but when the fencer takes off his helmet during the celebration they realize that it was Bobby.
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equestriaqueerz2024 ยท 1 year ago
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Sunset: Geez Flash, you can be SO annoying sometimes! ๐Ÿ˜‘
Flash: Butโ€ฆ.weโ€™re dating???
Sunset:โ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜ณ
Sunset: Doesnโ€™t make you less annoying๏ฟผโ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜’
Pinkie Pie: Donโ€™t worry Sunbunny & Flashy! Your both annoying and I love you both the same! ๐Ÿ˜š
Sci Twi: *On the side, watching her girlfriends and boyfriend being the embarrassing adorkable dorks that theyโ€™re are*
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โ€œOMG YOU GUYS ARE ALL EQUALLY CUTE AND EMBARRASSING, PLEASE STOP!โ€
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scarlet-and-ultraviolet ยท 1 year ago
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Video Credit: @googoodollsiris on TikTok
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yunogf ยท 2 years ago
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evangelust ยท 11 months ago
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Trying Nigori sake for the first time
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mocksyoucondescendingly ยท 11 months ago
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over two hundred millenium of cumulative techniological evolution - and, no natural predators; yet i am still extremely afraid of the dark and the โ€œShapesโ€ within it =_=
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pinkfey ยท 1 year ago
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remembering the emotional thrills i experienced during bridgerton season twoโ€ฆโ€ฆ.. we NEED to revive the romance genre. the girls are STARVING!!!!!
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souleater ยท 1 year ago
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dreamiara ยท 2 years ago
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oh, he's such a cutie!! such a little guy, my little pocketable angel. oh, he added a second photo, let's see-
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what the fuck is that. i think this snap wasn't meant for us, it must've been a missclick-
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vvniceday ยท 1 year ago
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omg absolutely insane drew helooo
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pjackk ยท 7 months ago
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i can make pictures 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’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡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n3ptoonz ยท 10 months ago
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Hi Iโ€™m a bit embarrassed to say this lol, thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk ๐Ÿซฃ
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i sure as hell can anon๐Ÿซฆ
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Sub-Zero
knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong
most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody ๐Ÿคซ
you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a moment๐Ÿ˜น)
Liu Kang
at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!
he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it
Geras
ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-
you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end
secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns
Smoke
i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die
theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech
he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room
Raiden
like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over
i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way
it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
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berryberrytan ยท 1 year ago
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Literally loving the series so far and I cried on the latest ch ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน
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part i: bodyguard!felix x reader
masterlist.
PART I ; PART II ; PART III ; PART IV ; PART V
Your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. What seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the next decade.
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Companion series to my sharing the bed one-shot. Follows the relationship between reader&felix from beginning to end. It will be a multi-part series.
pairing: lee felix/reader content info: eventual smut. violence. parental abuse. situations of intense peril overall. forced proximity. enemies2lovers. angst with eventual happy ending.
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One of your fatherโ€™s disgruntled bodyguards shoves you for walking too slowly.ย  You have enough tenacity to glare at him when you stumble, but even at fourteen years old you are smart enough refrain from retaliation.ย ย  You know your father will not take your side as you are already in trouble for sneaking out last night.ย  You met with some school friends and attended a house party like a normal fourteen year old, a punishable offence because your life is anything but normal.ย 
You just hope this punishment is a physical one.ย  A few smacks might sting but youโ€™ll get over it, whereas you donโ€™t want to lose your already limited phone or computer privileges.ย 
You walk into your fatherโ€™s office with the expectation you will be alone, so you stop short when you see the back of a strangerโ€™s head.ย 
Your fatherโ€™s guests are usually suited old men or pretty young women, not a beanie-wearing teenage boy.ย  Heโ€™s kicking his legs like heโ€™s in an ice cream parlour and not in a chair across from one of the most powerful men in the country.ย  Your father is behind his desk, hands steepled and attention determinedly fixed on you.ย  Punishment time is the only time his attention is so rapt.ย 
The door closes behind you, the guard outside slamming it shut.ย  The boy in the chair looks over his shoulder at you.ย  He has a soft face, much too soft for a place like this, his cheeks sweetly freckled and mouth like a pretty pink bow.ย  He has dark eyes, his eyebrows the same shade of dark brown.ย  His hair has been dyed a strawberry blonde, bangs sweeping out from under the beanie.ย  He has to flick them out of his eyes as he looks you over.ย ย 
You stare at him.ย  A change in routine does not bode well for you and this is a massive change.ย 
The boy just smiles.ย  It is disarming in its sweetness and it petrifies you.ย  You know how to behave when an ugly brute glares at you but a pretty boy smiling is unnerving.ย 
Your father clears his throat.ย  You and the boy both look his way, the boy dropping his gaze in a subservient way while you glare.ย 
โ€œDaughter,โ€ your father says coolly.ย  He gestures to the free chair beside the boy.ย 
Some days, when you are feeling especially petulant or when your father is distracted with his phone even while meting out punishment, you will stomp your foot and refuse him.ย  Maybe it is your stunned bemusement, but today you oblige without argument.ย 
Your gaze drifts to the boy as you approach your seat.ย  The boy does not look at you.
He looks like a normal teenage boy, wearing a hoodie under a flannel and blue jeans ripped at the knee, but you know better.ย  There is always a flaw and this one is immediately jarring: his shoes are army regulation boots, the same as your fatherโ€™s guards, albeit smaller.ย  You have no idea why he would need them.ย  He looks about your age and is a slender, delicate thing.ย 
โ€œSit,โ€ your father says.ย ย  You realize you have standing there, staring.ย  You look at your father and obey, sinking into the other chair.ย  โ€œGood.โ€ย  Your father folds his hands on his desk.ย  โ€œMy loving daughter,โ€ he says dryly, โ€œIt has occurred to me that your present circumstances are not the most conducive to your development and well-being.โ€
You cannot help but scoff.ย  Talk about understatement of the century.ย  ย 
The security teams?ย  The constant surveillance? The knowledge that your wealthy father has accrued so many enemies that you can barely step outside without feeling threatened?
The fact you desperately want something bad to happen, because at least it would be different than the bad in here?ย 
Your father just frowns.
โ€œDonโ€™t test my patience,โ€ he says.ย  โ€œEspecially as I have constructed a compromise according to your whims, young lady.โ€ย 
Your brow furrows.ย  You have no idea where this is going but you know you wonโ€™t like it, because you never like it.ย 
โ€œI only want whatโ€™s best for you,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œYouโ€™re my daughter, after all.ย  My only child and my only heir.ย  I want you protected but I want you capable, and you canโ€™t be expected to thrive with the company of my men constantly surrounding you.โ€ย 
Your heart kicks up with hope even while your brain knows better.ย  Your father is not a generous man and he is clever with his words.ย  There is a reason he has reached the heights he has reached.ย  No one is better than your father and your father settles for no less than the best in turn.ย 
You are an agonizing disappointment, but you lash out because you would be a disappointment regardless.ย  Your father does not want a human daughter but a plastic doll that he can lock away until it has use, at which point he expects unending gratitude for your very existence.ย  ย ย 
This might sound like a concession of freedom but you know him better than that.ย  The vice is tightening, not loosening.ย  You will never be free.ย 
โ€œI have a gift for you,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œThis is Felix.โ€ย 
You and the boy, Felix, look at each other.ย  Felix smiles again.ย  He has the audacity to wave at you, a little salute and cutesy tip of the head.ย 
Your nostrils flare with a sharp intake of breath.ย  You look at your father.ย 
โ€œWhat is this?โ€ you ask, so much wrong with this scenario that you donโ€™t know where to start.
Your father smiles for the first time since you walked in the room.ย  He needs to be in the position of highest power and that is obtained through making everyone else small.ย  The more visibly uncomfortable you are, the more at ease he feels.ย  He slouches comfortably in his big chair as he stares you down.ย  You feel trapped in the little seat across his desk.ย ย ย ย 
โ€œThis,โ€ your father says, โ€œis your new bodyguard.โ€ย 
You look at Felix again.ย  He is once more looking at your father like an obedient little puppy.ย  Itโ€™s for the best as you are certain your expression is betraying every single thought.ย  You are angry, confused, frightened.ย  The confusion worsens your other emotions.ย 
โ€œBodyguard,โ€ you repeat. ย โ€œHe looks like heโ€™s twelve.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m fourteen,โ€ Felix says, startling you with a deep voice that does not remotely match his face.ย  The rounder sounds are accented with an Australian twang.ย ย  โ€œSame as you.โ€ย 
You look at each other again.ย  You hide your confusion under a piercing glare.ย  Felix draws his mouth into a flat line, not quite smiling, not quite frowning.ย ย  He taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, a mismatched rhythm, some song only he can hear.ย ย  His leg bounces.ย 
You look at your father.ย 
โ€œFourteen,โ€ you say.ย  โ€œAnd short.ย  And skinny.ย  Look at him!ย  I could throw him out a window!โ€
โ€œYou could try,โ€ your father says, drole.ย  โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t succeed.ย  Oh, hush.โ€ย  He swipes a hand through the air when you open your mouth to speak again.ย  โ€œFelix is more than competent, believe me.โ€ย ย 
Your father would not hire a second rate bodyguard, but there is simply no way this Felix kid is good for anything.ย  You just canโ€™t believe it.ย  This is a test of some kind, maybe a mind game.ย 
Your hackles are up and they wonโ€™t come down.ย  Felix flicks some hair out of his eyes and the motion makes you jump.ย  He doesnโ€™t comment.ย  He clears his throat and sits a little straighter, looking like every goody-two-shoes keener you ever gave a sneer.ย 
โ€œYou will no longer require a full security detail,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œNot at home or at school.ย  No where, barring certain occasions under my discretion.โ€ ย ย 
This has your heart racing again.ย  Currently, your father has guards posted in several places around your school.ย  No one but the school administrators know they are for you, but that doesnโ€™t matter because you know.ย  You know they are not general security, that they are specifically watching your every move.ย  If you skip a meal or eat too much, they know.ย  If you talk to one person and not another, they know.ย  If you forget to do homework or flunk a test, they know.ย  If you put on more make-up or roll up your skirt, they know.ย  If you fall, if you laugh, if you flirt, if you breathe a little too hard, they know, and they report it all back to your father.ย 
It doesnโ€™t end there.ย  They keep you on a schedule for your โ€œprotectionโ€ and if you stray from that agenda, they are on you.ย  That means no chatting too long after class, no extended bathroom breaks, no stopping to smell a fucking flower.ย  In the car, out the car, through the doors, at your seat, at your locker, upstairs, downstairs, fuck, fuck, fuck.ย  How youโ€™ve lasted this long, not even you know.ย 
You spend all day suffocating under the extension of your fatherโ€™s eyes, then you return home, flanked by bodyguards, only to be stuck with supervision until you are finally permitted to go to bed.ย  Naturally, this is the easiest time to escape so you are in the habit of breaking out at night.ย  Youโ€™re good at it too.ย  Most nights you move without any detection, having memorized all the chinks in the mansionโ€™s high-tech security armor.ย  Last night was the result of some bad luck.ย 
Now you are here, your heart racing, your breath catching.ย 
It must be a trick.ย  You look at Felix then your father, trying to hide your eagerness and your suspicion.ย 
โ€œIn exchange, you will have Felix,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œHe will attend school with you as a classmate.ย  He is in all your classes and extra-curriculars.ย  You are to keep him with you at all times of day.ย  He will accompany you everywhere at all times of day.โ€ย  Your father leans in.ย  โ€œDo you understand that?ย  At all times of day.โ€ย  ย 
It does not sound too different from the security team other than the obvious fact there is only one of Felix. ย Even if Felix is the most skilled bodyguard in the world, he is still just one person. ย ย It seems too good to be true so it must be.ย ย  Your father is waiting until you are comfortable so he can rip the rug out from under you, to put you in your place, which is flat on your back like a stupid, helpless, needy baby.ย ย  ย 
You will not give him the satisfaction.ย  Curtly, you say, โ€œI understand.โ€
โ€œGood,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œIโ€™m having a new bed installed in your bedroom as we speak.ย  It should be ample space for two people without your privacy being overly encroached.ย  When you get home, you will clear a space for Felix to move his things into your room.โ€ย 
Despite your effort to remain neutral, obvious surprise blinks across your face.ย 
โ€œWait, what?โ€ you ask, darting forward in your seat.ย  โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€
Your father tips his head as if perplexed with your outburst.ย 
โ€œDid you think you were getting away with something?โ€ he asks.ย  โ€œConstantly sneaking out at night, evading my men.ย  Do you know every time you pull a childish stunt like that, it endangers me and my business just as much as you?โ€
Your anger bubbles to the surface as quickly as his, cold laughter punching out of you as you say, โ€œOh! Your business!ย  Of fucking course!โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t use vulgar language with me, child!โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t call me a child!โ€ you snap back with as much fervour.ย  โ€œIโ€™m fourteen years old!ย  Iโ€™m not a little kid and I donโ€™t need some other idiot kid babysitting me!ย  I donโ€™t need anyone fucking watching me!โ€ย 
Felix is sitting ramrod straight, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and your father.ย  He says nothing.ย  He just sniffs and scratches a little circle on the exposed skin of his knee.ย 
โ€œYou are my daughter, this is my house, and I will do with both as I please,โ€ your father says.ย 
โ€œThen maybe I donโ€™t want to be in this house!โ€ you shout.ย 
โ€œYou want to leave?โ€ your father asks. ย He smacks a vicious hand down on his desk, rattling his computer.ย  โ€œGo ahead.ย  Pick yourself up and walk out that door.ย  Where are you going to go from here?ย  You have no money and no skills and no protection. ย See how long it takes someone to pick you up off the street.ย  You donโ€™t want to be my daughter?ย  You want me to ignore you when they put a gun to your head?ย  The least they will do is kill you, you stupid little thing.ย  But go on, since youโ€™re so wise and brave and all grown-up.ย  Walk out that door.ย  I dare you.โ€ ย ย ย ย ย 
You sit on the very edge of your seat, your hands balled into fists.ย  You long to swing them at his smug face but you can only sit there, vibrating with rage.ย 
โ€œDo you have something more to say?โ€ your father asks.ย 
You kick his desk, the adrenaline forcing it out of you.ย  He smacks a mug and it smashes on the floor.ย  Felix still does not react, though his gaze does linger on the broken mug.ย 
โ€œWhat about him!โ€ you shriek, pointing at Felix.ย  It draws his attention back to you, his eyebrow lifting at your pointed finger.ย  โ€œYouโ€™re going to leave me alone with a boy?ย  In bed?โ€ ย You imbue this exclamation with all the suggestive horror you can.ย  โ€œI canโ€™t share a room with a boy!ย  What if heโ€™s a pervert!ย  ย What if he takes pictures of me!ย  What if he rapes me!ย  You really trust some random boy to be alone with me?!โ€
The silence that follows is somehow more shrill than the yelling.ย  Your father stares at you, resolutely focussed with such a cold glare that you shiver.ย 
Felix shuffles in his seat.ย  His mouth opens and he looks contemplative, weighing his words, but your father speaks before he can.ย 
โ€œFelix,โ€ he says, โ€œput your hand on the desk.โ€ย 
Felix delays only seconds, more surprised by the order than reluctant.ย  He obediently rests his hand on the desk, palm facing up.ย 
Without looking away from you, your father grabs that hand and flips it over.ย  Felix jerks, his feet planting, but he manages to restrain whatever instinct rattled him.ย  He looks at his hand, at where your father pins it to the wood.ย 
You look there too, fuming, then you look at your father.ย  He is still glaring at you, even when he reaches into his desk.ย  Your brow furrows when he retrieves an enveloper opener, a sleek little knife, shiny and sharp.ย  He smacks it onto the table beside Felixโ€™s hand.ย  It makes you jump.ย  ย ย 
Felix just looks at the knife, tipping his head as if only mildly curious.ย  ย 
โ€œFelix,โ€ your father says. โ€œPick up that knife.โ€ย  He leans back in his desk chair and crosses his arms, his expression bland and uncaring as he looks at you.ย  You shake less from fury than fear, looking from your father to Felix.ย 
Felix picks up the knife with his free hand.ย  He looks at it, his expression revealing nothing.ย 
โ€œThank you,โ€ your father says.ย 
He has not looked away from you even once, asserting his knowledge that Felix will obey without his supervision.ย  You try to be as steadfast as him.ย  You act like you couldnโ€™t care less about the unknown boy and his freckles and beanie.ย  This is between you and your father.ย  You glare just as fiercely.ย ย 
โ€œNow, Felix,โ€ your father says, โ€œI am going to count down from three, then you are going to drive that knife into your hand.ย  All the way through to the desk.ย  I trust you know the spot that will do the least lasting damage.โ€ย 
Your gaze whips from your father to Felix, staring at him wide-eyed as the stupid boy doesnโ€™t even flinch.ย  He just turns the knife over.ย  His brow briefly pinches as he rests the tip of the knife against a soft spot on the back of his hand.ย 
Your horrified brain is already several paces ahead, picturing his bloodied hand pinned to the wooden desk.ย  You taste bile and it is only partially for the gore.ย  The rest is for the fact Felix does nothing more than blink at his hand.ย 
โ€œThree,โ€ your father says.ย  โ€œTwo.โ€ย 
You scream, โ€œStop!โ€ at the same your father says, โ€œOne.โ€
You tackle Felix.ย  The adrenaline flies out of you the same as that kick.ย  The knife clatters to the desk and both your chairs fly out from under you.ย 
Felix is fast.ย  He flips you around so he takes the brunt of the fall, your head pillowing on his stomach when you land in a tangled heap on the floor.ย  His beanie falls off when his head hits the ground.ย  He barely winces, looking down at you.ย 
You stare back at him, breathing hard.
โ€œAre you fucking insane?โ€ you ask.ย  Tears fill your eyes, much to your horror.ย  You try to suck them in because there is nothing you hate more than crying in front of your father.ย ย  You donโ€™t even know what is prompting the tears.ย  Maybe itโ€™s the forced recollection of how thoroughly his guards have invaded your life, the revelation that you will be forced to share every living moment with another intruder, or the fact he almost maimed a fourteen year old boy just to make a point.ย 
Or, maybe, the fact you fell for it like you always do.ย  Just a stupid little girl, high in her emotions, vulnerable and weak and in need of intervention.ย 
You push away from Felix, directing all your emotions at him.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re a fucking lunatic,โ€ you say, spitting when you talk.ย  โ€œWhat did you think you were doing?ย  Freak.ย  Do you think youโ€™re brave?ย  Youโ€™re an idiot.โ€
Felix props himself up on his elbows, just staring back at you.ย  His gaze flicks up when your father stands.ย  That awful man circles the desk to look down at you.ย 
You refuse to look up.ย  You wipe your arm under your nose.ย  Tears blur your vision.
โ€œFelix,โ€ your father says, โ€œthere is a car waiting outside.ย  Take my daughter home.ย  She is not to leave the house tonight.โ€ย 
You wrench your arm away when Felix tries to help you up.ย  He says nothing to your glare but at least heโ€™s smart enough not to smile again.ย  He gets up and dusts off his pants, then retrieves his beanie.ย ย  You clamber to your feet and march toward the door without looking back or waiting.ย  Only when your hand is on the doorknob does your father call your name.ย 
You freeze, wanting so badly to ignore him and storm outside, but once the coldness settles in your veins you cannot move.ย 
โ€œCome here,โ€ your father says.ย  As if under a spell, you can only move when he demands it.ย  You turn, facing him as he approaches.ย ย  You hold still, your eyes full of tears and fists curled at your side.ย 
Your father walks up and swiftly strikes you across the face.ย  Tears spill over and you grab your cheek, heaving with frightened breath as your useless new bodyguard just stands there and watches.ย 
Your father sighs.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™ll learn,โ€ he says.ย  โ€œOne way or another. ย If I have to chip at you with an axe until you take my shape, Iโ€™ll do it.ย  Youโ€™ll thank me one day. ย Felix.ย  Take her home.ย  Now.โ€ย 
You let Felix take your arm and guide you out of the room, too drained to fight him.ย  ย 
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You refuse to be accommodating.ย  If youโ€™re unhappy then you will make Felix unhappy too, and if Felix is unhappy then maybe he will leave.ย  Then your father will be unhappy and you finally wonโ€™t be. ย ย ย ย 
You glare at the massive new bed taking up space in your room.ย  It is still a big room otherwise, with plenty of space for two people, but your things are spread out everywhere and you have no intention of moving them.ย  Instead, you empty out a single bedside drawer and point to it.ย 
โ€œThere,โ€ you say.ย  โ€œThatโ€™s yours.โ€
Felix is standing in the bedroom doorway wearing a backpack.ย  He looks around the room, not sneering at its lacey, ivory princess-ness but not looking too enamoured either.ย  He is passive as ever, quietly receiving his surroundings.ย  He closes the door behind himself and shrugs the backpack down to the crease of his elbow.ย 
โ€œKk,โ€ he says. ย He puts his backpack on the floor by the bed then takes off his beanie and puts it in the drawer.ย  He sits on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap.ย  He stares at the wall.ย 
What a weirdo.ย 
You stare at him until he looks at you, then you scoff and roll your eyes.ย  You dump your things on your desk and stalk over to your private bathroom door.ย  ย 
โ€œCan I go pee without your supervision, or do you need to hold my hand?โ€ you ask sarcastically.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t need to,โ€ Felix says, โ€œbut, uhhh, I guess I can if you need help.ย  But if you have a problem with doing it by yourself then we should probably take you to a doctor.ย  I know first aid but I canโ€™t really help with incontinence or like the opposite. Lol.โ€ย 
He says the word lol out loud, a single grating syllable.ย  You do not dignify his weird humour with a response.ย  You stomp into your bathroom and slam the door shut.ย  ย 
There are bars on the bathroom window now.ย  You grab the nearest bottle of soap and chuck it there, furious when tears spring back to your eyes.ย  You feel violated even in your privacy, glaring at those bars as you shower and wash away the day.ย 
You look at your reflection in the mirror, touching where your cheek feels tender from your fatherโ€™s strike.ย  He usually doesnโ€™t hit your face or anywhere someone could see swelling or a cut.ย  You suppose todayโ€™s slap was more personal than strategic.
You put on a thick sweatshirt and sweatpants.ย  When you step back into your room, the weirdo is standing at the window with his hands behind his back.ย  He is wearing just his ripped jeans and a t-shirt, plus those ugly army boots.ย  He looks at you when you open the door, giving you a brief assessing stare before he smiles.ย 
It would disarm someone more naรฏve.ย  You just glare.ย 
โ€œWhere are your things?โ€ you ask.ย 
He tips his head like an inquisitive cat.ย  โ€œHuh?โ€ he asks.
โ€œYour things,โ€ you say venomously.ย  โ€œArenโ€™t you moving them in here?โ€ย 
โ€œUh, I did,โ€ he says. ย He turns and points to his side of the bed.ย  โ€œYou gave me a drawer, remember?โ€
This kid unpacked a beanie.ย 
Maybe itโ€™s a good sign he isnโ€™t fully moving in.ย  Maybe this whole charade is just your father threatening you.ย  He will torture you with this invader until he thinks you have learned a lesson, then things will go back to normal.ย  Felix probably isnโ€™t even a proper bodyguard, and how could he be?ย  A skinny, pretty fourteen year old boy?ย  Heโ€™s probably an actor or model or something.ย 
You give him a derisive smirk and shove past him.ย  He just shrugs and approaches the bathroom door, pausing before entering.ย  He looks back at you.
โ€œDonโ€™t go anywhere, yeah?โ€ he says, then walks into the bathroom and closes the door.ย 
You exhale sharply.ย  You had no intention of going anywhere, honestly too exhausted to do anything but putter around on the computer, but fuck this kid.ย  Heโ€™s your fatherโ€™s paid actor or some other nonsense, so who does he think he is to give you any orders?ย 
You storm out of the room with the intention of marching around outside, but you stumble when you enter the upstairs corridor. ย 
The huge house is eery in its silence.ย  You shudder as you look around. ย 
Even when your father is not home, the security team is here. ย Someone is always awake, at least one person keeping guard in the corridor, the rest of them scattered in the house and guest house.ย  But theyโ€™re gone.ย  Theyโ€™re all genuinely gone.ย  And because it is late evening, all the housekeepers and cleaners are gone too.ย  You have not been in a house this empty your entire life.ย  It feels uncanny, ghostly even.ย  It completely halts your half-baked plan to leave, not that you planned on going much further than the pool-house.
You stand still, suspended in the unfamiliar emptiness.ย  ย ย 
โ€œWhatcha doinโ€™?โ€ย  Felixโ€™s freaky deep voice is suddenly right beside you.ย  You jump away from with a startled squeak.ย  He just stands there, his mouth in that stupid flat line, his shaggy blonde hair bouncing when he tips his head.ย 
โ€œNothing,โ€ you snap, annoyed that he scared you.ย  โ€œIโ€™m just going to the kitchen for a snack.ย  Is that against the fucking law now?โ€ย  ย ย 
โ€œItโ€™s not really healthy to eat this late at night,โ€ Felix says, โ€œbut itโ€™s not illegal. ย That would be weird.โ€
โ€œI hate you,โ€ you say.ย  His even temperament has been driving you insane, so it is satisfying to see a flicker of genuine surprise on his face.ย  โ€œJust leave me alone.โ€ย 
โ€œSorry,โ€ he says, recovering quickly.ย  His voice is steady.ย  โ€œCanโ€™t do that. ย Sort of my job, you know?โ€
You roll your eyes then turn and stomp all the way down the stairs.ย  Felix trails behind you without protest, not making much noise despite the boots but he is impossible to ignore regardless.ย 
You go to the kitchen and open the fridge.ย  You arenโ€™t hungry but you feel like you have to eat something now just to prove a point.ย ย 
Felix ambles up to the counter and perches himself on a stool.ย  You look over your shoulder at him.ย  He waves.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not making you anything,โ€ you snap.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s fine.โ€ย  He folds his hand on the counter.ย  โ€œIโ€™m not hungry. ย Thank you.โ€ย 
You reach into the fridge and grab an eggplant out of the produce drawer.ย  It is a ridiculous response, but you decide to out-weird the weirdo, making eye contact as you bite in the raw eggplant.ย  You try to hide your displeasure, chewing the thick vegetable slowly.ย  Felix tips his head very far then straightens.ย  His eyes narrow.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure thatโ€™s toxic,โ€ he says.ย 
You stop chewing.ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ he says.ย  โ€œEggplant, yeah.ย  I think when itโ€™s raw itโ€™s like not good for you or something?ย  I think thereโ€™s like a chemical in it.ย  Maybe itโ€™s only if you eat a lot of it, uhhh, I donโ€™t know.ย  Just in case, I wouldnโ€™t eat it like that if I were you.โ€ย 
You stare at him with a chunk of raw eggplant still on your tongue.ย  He could be bluffing.ย  He could be playing mind games.ย  He could be telling the truth, since he delivered each sentence so uncertainly.ย  Maybe heโ€™s just bad at mind games.ย  Youโ€™re good at them.ย  Youโ€™ve been playing them since you were a child, so you just stare him down, swallow the eggplant, then take another bite.ย 
His brow furrows.ย  You are pretty sure your displeasure is a little more obvious now, your mouth partially open as you chew.ย ย  Felix did not balk at stabbing his own hand but he looks very scandalized right now.ย ย  You consider it a success.ย 
โ€œStop it,โ€ Felix says.ย 
You take another bite, ripping into it with a ferocious tear.ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ he asks.ย  โ€œWhat? Are you trying to commit suicide by eggplant?โ€
You just shrug, chewing with your mouth wide open now.ย  ย His stool scrapes the ground and you brace yourself, shuffling in the opposite direction when he circles the kitchen island.ย 
โ€œSpit it out,โ€ he says.ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ you say, spitting eggplant as you say it.ย  You very nearly choke.ย 
โ€œSeriously,โ€ Felix says.ย  โ€œThis isnโ€™t funny.โ€ย 
You chew obnoxiously big in his direction and he pounces, smoothly intercepting your escape. ย ย He cages you in against the counter, blocking you when you try to move. You drop the rest of the eggplant and push at him, dribbling mushy vegetable and cursing through your mouthful.ย 
โ€œSpit. It. Out,โ€ he says, putting his hand under your mouth like a mother to a baby.ย  You shove that hand away, then try to shove his face away.ย  He clearly doesnโ€™t want to get too physical with you, but eventually he grabs your chin and holds you still, your face pinched in his hand.ย ย  You stare at him, breathing hard through your nose.ย  โ€œStop it,โ€ he says.ย 
The house is empty.ย  The house is genuinely, seriously, completely empty.ย  ย Your father trusts Felix that much.ย 
Who is this fucking kid?ย 
You spit the eggplant at him.ย  It spatters on his shirt and wins you an eye roll.ย  Itโ€™s the first expression from him to make you smile.ย 
โ€œBed time,โ€ he says, stepping back to brush the mess off his shirt.ย 
You cross your arms and lean against the counter.ย  โ€œNo,โ€ you say.ย 
โ€œNo?โ€ he asks.ย  His deep voice fractures with a higher-pitched sound of surprise. ย ย โ€œWhy not?โ€ย 
Because you hate your father and everything he puts you through.ย  Because petty victories are your only victories.ย  Because there is something seriously wrong with Felix if this is his life situation, and there is something seriously wrong with you for the same reason.ย 
So you shrug.ย  โ€œMake me,โ€ you say.ย 
There is a beat of silence.
Then the world is upside down because Felix picks you up and slings you over his shoulder.ย  You cry out, slapping his back as he marches to the stairs.ย  Where is he even hiding this strength?ย 
โ€œPut me down!โ€ย  You pound on his backside while he carries you up the stairs.ย  โ€œWhen my father hears about thisโ€”โ€
He puts you down on the landing, swinging up a step to afford him an extra foot of height over you.ย  He holds your wrist in his hand and looks at you very seriously.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ he asks.ย  โ€œWhen he hears about me doing my job?โ€ย 
You try to tug your hand back but Felix holds it tight.
โ€œAre you serious right now?โ€ you ask.ย  You continue to squirm your hand in his grip.ย  โ€œWho the fuck are you?ย  What do you even get out of this?โ€ย 
โ€œWhat do you get out of this - this - everything?โ€ he asks. ย 
โ€œI get my life,โ€ you snap.ย  โ€œIn pieces and only for a little bit, but mine.โ€
โ€œMe too,โ€ he says.ย 
A breathless silence follows.ย  You realize you are holding his hand, having twisted and turned so much that he clasped your fingers with his.ย ย  You both look there then at each other.ย  You abruptly let go.ย 
โ€œCan we go to bed?โ€ย  Felix asks, softening his voice.ย  โ€œPlease.โ€ย 
Your lower lip wobbles.ย  You look at the stain on his shirt.ย  You think about his hand on that desk.ย 
โ€œAnd what about my other question?โ€ you ask.ย 
He tips his head again, but his expression is no longer neutral.ย  He wears his confusion openly, briefly but substantially.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ he asks.ย 
โ€œMy other question,โ€ you say, blinking back your tears.ย  โ€œWho are you?โ€ย 
โ€œYou tell me first,โ€ he says.ย  โ€œWho are you?โ€ย 
Itโ€™s easier to fight and scream than plainly express yourself.ย  No one ever listens, so you are not practiced.ย  You have Felixโ€™s undivided attention but it suddenly feels like too much.ย  You do not have it in you to glare anymore.ย  You meet his pained gaze with your own and join him on the next step.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€ you say.ย  โ€œLetโ€™s go to bed.โ€ย 
He goes to check the security system while you get ready for bed.ย  You are already nestled under the covers, shivering despite the thick layers because the house sounds so quiet and you are honestly scared.ย  You jump when the door opens and Felix enters, your eyes meeting in the dim light.ย  He looks away first, going about his own routine.ย  You turn your back to him.ย 
The bed is big but you still feel it dip when he gets inside.ย  You look over your shoulder.ย  He is laying on his back with his eyes closed.ย  He is clearly still awake but the semblance of sleep accentuates the natural innocence of his face.ย  You have seen the flicker of a few deeper emotions, none of them childish, but he looks his age while laying there.ย 
His eyes open.ย  He glances at you.ย  You wonder what you look like to him.ย 
โ€œGood night,โ€ he says, shattering the terrifying silence.ย 
You donโ€™t argue it.ย  You just nod then turn away, closing your eyes, letting the sound of his breathing lull you to sleep faster than usual.ย 
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Believe me when I tell you:
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ขโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ’ซโญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŽ‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Ÿโ™ฅ๏ธโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿค›๐Ÿป๐Ÿค›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค›๐ŸฟโœŠโœŠ๐ŸปโœŠ๐ŸผโœŠ๐ŸฝโœŠ๐ŸพโœŠ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซด๐Ÿป๐Ÿซด๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป๐Ÿคš๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฟโœ‹โœ‹๐Ÿปโœ‹๐Ÿผโœ‹๐Ÿฝโœ‹๐Ÿพโœ‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ––๐Ÿป๐Ÿ––๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŸ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸฟโœŒ๏ธโœŒ๐ŸปโœŒ๐ŸผโœŒ๐ŸฝโœŒ๐ŸพโœŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคž๐Ÿป๐Ÿคž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿค™๐Ÿป๐Ÿค™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿซต๐Ÿป๐Ÿซต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฟโ˜๏ธโ˜๐Ÿปโ˜๐Ÿผโ˜๐Ÿฝโ˜๐Ÿพโ˜๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฟโœ๏ธโœ๐Ÿปโœ๐Ÿผโœ๐Ÿฝโœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคท๐Ÿป๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€โ™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