#(Asks // Valeria)

[bluegiragi]

monster au intros - team 141 feat. Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz!

[tojisun]

your post about tits and price having a pic of you and valeria pressed up against/holding each other that gets him hard almost instantly because of how her tits look (and because i’m reminding you of how valeria’s shoulders look in that tank top) and the hickeys you left on her trying to keep yourself quiet. blows up and leaves confetti all over yr inbox

???? the way i put my hand inside my shorts so fast

no because!! thinking about how—

the shot’s cut just underneath the chin, really emphasizing that the focal point of the picture is the pair of pretty tits pressed up against each other, smooshing up the fat and muscle, and nothing has ever come close to the sensuality and debauchery and just the sheer hotness that this picture is.

the boys see it because of course they do—price shares everything good in his life to them—and they gawk because holy fuck.

it’s kyle who braves the question; asks who are the people in their captain’s extensive collection in his gallery.

and price has this devilish smirk as he replies, “my wife an’ our pet.”

ghost makes an intrigued noise from the base of his throat, akin to a rumbling hum. “she any good?”

price shrugs, and lights up a cigar. “won’t stop whining, but s’alright. s’kind of sweet, really. gets valeria hot fast; has me comin’ home to her fuckin’ our mutt until she’s shakin’, the poor thing.”

he takes a drag, letting the smoke burn down his trachea. the silence is heavy. it’s loaded.

“reckon we’re allowed to watch yer show?” mactavish finally pipes in, his voice heavy with desire.

price grants them a grin—sleazy and mean—and they know an invitation when they see one.

…or something KACHOW

[eowynstwin]

NSFW Alphabet — Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Pairing: Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza x f!Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: femdom. knifeplay mention. cucking fantasy. MEAN MEAN MEAN Valeria. Can be interpreted as lesbian Valeria if you like!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

One of the rare times that you get to see the soft inner world of Valeria Garza is after she’s rocked yours. She is the dominant, active partner in your relationship, through and through, but no one under the kind of pressure she is can go without some sort of relief. So when you’ve come down from the highs she’s brought you to, Valeria is curling up against you, stroking your face with tender, soft fingers, whispering in mingled Spanish and English that you’re the only person on the face of the earth that really matters to her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Valeria is very proud of her looks from top to bottom. She knows she’s hot as fuck, knows it only takes a quirk of her brow and a twitch of her lips to have men and women alike falling over themselves for her favor. If she had to choose a feature specifically, she’d choose her hips. She’s proud that she takes up space, proud that her femininity has more power than all of the men under her command combined.

On you, she’s actually quite partial to your belly, breasts, and thighs—all of the softest parts of you drive her wild. The way her hands sink into you, the softness of all that delicate skin? If she doesn’t have a hand on you at any given moment, she’s thinking about how soon she can.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A personal goal of hers, when your sexual relationship begins, is to figure out how to make you squirt. She’s very methodical about it, which is deeply unfair, because her experimentation with your body has you writhing and whimpering at the ends of her fingers while she, by comparison, doesn’t look affected at all.

Of course, that’s not true—you learn her expressions at the same time that she learns yours, and you know how to recognize as time goes on the flex of her brows and the angle of her chin as signals of her own arousal. When she finally accomplishes her goal—when you soak her arm to the elbow as you scream her name—she’ll carry around the high of that pride for a month. And use your wetness as lube to go again immediately after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Valeria has no dirty secrets. She is not shy to express anything she wants of you, at any time. Every notion of shame she ever possessed, she crushed years ago, and she trains it out of you, too—she wants you open and naked in every possible way with her, eager to tell her what you want, eager to hear her own desires.

Is what she’d tell you.

In truth, there are things El Sin Nombre keeps so close to the chest that they live behind her sternum. She thinks of white dresses, of gilt-draped mariachis, of thirteen solid gold arras piling up in your cupped hands. She thinks of hands linked together and lazy walks along the beach, gentle waves lapping at your feet. She thinks of waking up beside you with nothing to do other than to admire you.

She’s already sized the rings. You will know none of this for a long, long time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Valeria has a wealth of experience. She has always been charismatic, confident in what she wants out of life and not afraid to seize it by any means necessary. And she has no reservations about utilizing that experience in your shared bedroom, no circumspection about showing off for you. Knowing that she can wreck you like none other, and knowing that you know that, is a high she can’t get anywhere else.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position in which Valeria has you at her mercy is her favorite one. You tied up, a vibrator taped to your thigh, while she sits casually across the room with a remote in one hand and tequila in the other? The best kind of night, for her. Rarely does El Sin Nombre enjoy handing control over to someone else, even someone she trusts as much as you.

That doesn't mean she isn't fond of an old-fashioned scissoring, however. It simply depends on what mood strikes her in the moment.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

MEAN. Valeria is mean. She learns you very quickly, learns the razor-thin line between good hurt and bad hurt, and loves to get right up to the edge of that line as often as she can. She can't help it—she loves your little helpless whimpering and crying, and will merely lick your tears off your face and give your abused nipple a twist. She's enjoying herself very much, and you'll be able to admit later that you are, too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Valeria strikes me as someone with a landing strip. Perfect way to show you exactly where she wants your mouth to be.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Part of the reason Valeria likes to overstimulate you so much is because it keeps you from seeing, she thinks, the real depths of her feelings for you. She thinks that if you could look into her eyes properly as she fucks you, then you would know exactly how much of her is yours, and she's not willing to hand over that much power to you. (It doesn't work, of course. She treats you too gently afterwords for someone who wants to hide her love so badly.)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She's always so busy. Keeping her empire under control does not keep her stress levels manageable, and so she will go long stretches between moments of self-pleasure. Then, when you enter the picture, she doesn't need to do it by herself; she's got a pretty little thing like you to boss around, upon whom to take out her various frustrations. Her lieutenants will gossip that her mood has much improved once she's taken you under her wing (NEVER within her earshot, of course.)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She really enjoys the roleplay of cucking her aforementioned lieutenants. A young queer Valeria grew up watching the girls she was hopelessly in love with go for boys she felt nothing but loathing for, and the sum total of those experiences wrote themselves indelibly upon her sexual psyche.

You, in virginal white or cream lingerie, supposedly waiting for Diego in the guest bedroom of Valeria's house. Her entering. Not leaving when she sees you, and cornering you. Eventually she winds you up into a confession--you love Valeria, you've always loved Valeria, you just didn't even think she could feel the same. Then she shuts you up with a brutal kiss and hungry hands forcing themselves underneath your bra.

She's especially sweet to you after, on those nights that you indulge her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She's never opposed to a bed, but the many plush couches in her lavish estate have a novelty to them that never wears off. Having sex in the living rooms of her house feels joyful and open, absolutely refusing to hide away from a world that still struggles to accept her, and it provides a pleasure that is heady and rich and addictive. She likes to fuck you on her couch and make you something to drink after, a dry bar or the kitchen only a few steps away.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Moments in which you show Valeria genuine and open affection plant seeds low in her belly. The touch of your hand to hers, a kiss to her shoulder, your soft caress through her hair. You could, also, be dressing up for her enjoyment, doing sweet little spins in pretty dresses that she buys you. Signs that you're happy, that she makes you happy, make her want you with a power that she works hard to hide.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Valeria has few qualms in the bedroom. If you need her to paddle you, she will. If you need her to slap you around, hold you to her pussy by the hair while she sneers at you for being a needy little whore, she will. She is happy to use clamps, chains, whips, and even knives on you to great effect, but the one thing she will not bring into the bedroom is her gun. She will not take even the slightest risk that someone sneaks a bullet into the chamber outside her line of sight.

Also, she will shut down conversations about her work and your possible participation in it. She's keeping you safe, querida, the filthiness of running an empire is hers to deal with. It is not allowed to touch you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Giving for Valeria is so. much. fun. Especially in conjunction with her cucking fantasy. And she's sooo good at it too, the kind of lover who pays so much attention to your body language and reactions. She almost never has to ask things like "is this good" once she's had you a few times. She already knows. I think she likes to give and receive in equal measures, though; the thought of your head moving and bobbing between her thighs gets her through even her hardest days.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It all depends on context. A romantic night in is meant to be savored; she will drag out the seduction and the pleasure she promises agonizingly slowly. However, if she’s trying to make a point, she’ll work you up faster than you can keep up with, and leave you dizzy with how quickly she can make you come. Usually this happens when she’s worked up, herself, angry about something from her work and needing to let off steam.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If it were up to her, you’d be at her side at all times, on call all day, available every moment she wants you, your mouth, your fingers, or your pussy. Brief little five minute diversions to take the edge off. She likes the idea of keeping you on a leash for this, something velvet and studded with diamonds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

With your safety? Never. With getting caught? Absolutely. To be more specific, Valeria doesn’t give a single shit if everyone knows what’s happening behind the door she’s closed after pulling you into it. This is her empire, and she’ll do whatever she damn well pleases in it. No one gets to see, but everyone should know: Valeria’s got a soft, sweet little thing who sings for her and her alone. Even when she makes it hurt.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

As long as you wanna go, querida. She knows you’re a spoiled little brat. She made you that way. You can have her mouth, her fingers, whatever cock you choose from her frighteningly diverse collection of them. Just be careful what you wish for. You might end up satisfied long before she is, and she will get what she wants from you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themself?)

Valeria collects sex toys like old white men collect baseball cards. Funny enough, the evenings in which the two of you experiment with whatever new contraption she’s bought turn out to be some of the most playful, innocent nights you spend together. She’ll have food delivered; you’ll share a bottle of liquor between you, eschewing the crystal glasses she’s got displayed somewhere near by. Valeria rarely giggles, but when you’re both trying to figure out what goes where and how many times you have to press a button and dios mio why is it shaped like that, she’ll laugh like the world has never once rested on her shoulders.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Valeria is synonymous with unfair. Why should she give you what you want, when it’s so easy to make you come, hmm? You can wait. She’s enjoying herself.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud at all, actually. In the throes of pleasure, Valeria’s moans are low, breathy, like she’s trying to hide them. This is your chance; murmur to her about how beautiful she looks, about how much you crave her when she’s away. Listen as those moans sharpen, heighten into quick, stabbing whimpers, as if she’s relaxing just enough not to think about how much noise she’s making. She’ll almost never scream for you, but every noise you can draw from her inscribes itself in your memory as if chiseled into stone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Valeria’s into men the same way a vegetarian might be into burgers. She tried them, she liked them, and she doesn’t blame others for partaking. She’s just found that not only can she live without them, but she actively prefers her other options. If you like men, she sincerely enjoys indulging your crushes; she finds that she enjoys them more through you than anything else. Just remember—you belong to her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

There’s no denying it; Valeria is fit. Gringa gymfluencers wish they could be her. A narrow waist, flared hips, the best fucking ass in Las Almas; if she bothered with instagram, her thirst traps would go viral every time. But more than this, Valeria is sturdy. You can pick out the individual muscle groups in her back every time she stretches her shoulders, the swell of her biceps when she curls her arms. She doesn’t quite have the height to manhandle you properly, but she can certainly hold you down if you start squirming more than she likes. Her grip strength is also something to behold; she only needs to cup your throat in one hand to remind you of it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She’d have you every day if she could. Barring exhaustion or distraction, she always wants you. Every thought of you she has is woven through with thread of pure want, like a sweet tooth aching to be sated.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Honestly, Valeria couldn't sleep if she tried. When you fall asleep, she watches you, tracing the planes of your face with a gaze more tender than you will ever see. Valeria’s world is cruel and bloody; there is not a single soul she works with that isn’t eager to see her fall, to take her place. She can’t miss a single step. She can’t make one mistake. Her existence is balanced on a knife’s edge, every single day.

But when she looks at you, she forgets. Maybe only briefly, in the space between heartbeats. But she does, and in those tiny spaces she can think about the rings she has hidden away, the dress she’s going to buy you, the villa in Spain waiting for you to light it up together. This is why she wants you so badly; why you are the only goddamn person on this earth who matters to her. She is not El Sin Nombre with you; she is just Valeria, deeply in love, and—for once in her life—at peace.

[gothghostiie]

I am craving a nsfw drabble of literally ANY cod woman 🙏🙏 idm who it is either Im just in a mood (dw not meant in a bad way) RAAAA

my mind is housing valeria rent free sooo

cw: slight pet play, slapping, boot humping

just imagining her getting all frustrated and worked up during a work call, she's cussing, getting loud, until she slams the phone on the desk. meanwhile you're kneeling next to her chair, hands between your thighs as you gaze up at her, tilting your head at her. she scoffs softly. "what do you want, huh?" the words are sharp but have no real venom behind them. you give a little whimper, inching closer and rubbing your thighs together - earning you a slap across the face.

"use your words, pequeño." she warns, but you just shuffle closer until your poor, aching crotch hovers over her boot, hands gripping her thigh as you give her a pleading look. it takes a moment before she catches on, but when she does she chuckles. "ah, I see.. cosita necesitada, no?" she cups your face with one hand, thumb rubbing your skin. "go ahead." you almost immediately sink down, rubbing yourself against her boot, panting as your nails dig into her thigh, all while she watches you very closely.

[temeyes]

Today is my birthday YAYAYAYAYAY

I drew this to myself (because I wanted to lolol)

happy belated birthday, bestie!! me and Soap hope you had a great one this year!

[sky-is-the-limit]

do you have a masterlist??

𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑶𝒍𝒊

𝑨𝒈𝒆:24

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕:

𝑪𝒐𝑫 & 𝑻𝑳𝑶𝑼 & 𝑹𝑫𝑹2

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺!

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐.

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘��𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 <3

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏-𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝑰'𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑵/𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕/𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔/𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑𝒔/𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔/𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚/𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚, 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌!!

(𝑾) 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇. 𝑰'𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝑭𝑨𝑩/𝑭!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒆��𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕.

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒚:

𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝑫𝑨 (𝑾)

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 (𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔) (𝑾)

𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 (𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔,𝑮𝒂𝒛,𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂,𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆) (𝑾)

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒛 (𝑾)

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒛 (𝑾)

𝑺𝒆𝒎𝒊-𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒂𝒛 (𝑾)

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 (𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔) (𝑾)

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊��𝒏𝒅!𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙 (𝑾)

𝑼𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 (𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐)(𝑾)

𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 / 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 (𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝑫 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔) (𝑾)

𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 (𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚) (𝑾)

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑻𝑭𝑻141 + 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 (𝑾)

𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (𝑾)

𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎 (𝑾)

𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑾)

𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝑺𝑭𝑾)

𝑻𝑭141 + 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑪𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 (𝑾)

𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 + 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 (𝑾)

𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝑮𝒂𝒛 + 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑾)

𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? (𝑾)

𝑻𝑭141 + 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔: 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑮𝒂𝒛, 𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑, 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 (𝑾)

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝑮𝒂𝒛 (𝑾)

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏!𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 (𝑾)

𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓!𝑮𝒂𝒛 (𝑾)

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑮𝒂𝒛

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑮𝒂𝒛 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 2

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 (𝑾)

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒃:

𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 '𝑮𝒂𝒛' 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌:

𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. (𝑾)

𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍. (𝑾)

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐. (𝑾)

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (𝒇𝒕. 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆) (𝑾) *will be edited

𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍. (𝑾)

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 (𝑾)

𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔.

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 1.

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. (𝑾)

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔. (𝑾)

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆:

𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔. (𝑾)

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (𝒇𝒕. 𝑮𝒂𝒛) (𝑾) *will be edited

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆. (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 1, 𝑺𝑭𝑾) (𝑾)

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆. (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾) (𝑾)

𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆. (𝑾)

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒙 141!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌) (𝑾)

𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 1.

𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 2. (𝑾)

𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔:

𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒔. (𝑾)

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆. (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 1, 𝑺𝑭𝑾) (𝑾)

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔/𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆. (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾) (𝑾)

𝑰'𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. (𝑾)

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒙 (𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔) (𝑾)

𝑩𝒊𝒈, 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓. (𝑾)

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒌𝒚 .

𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓:

𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉 (𝑾)

𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕)

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 '𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕' 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚:

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 (𝑾)

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 '𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑' 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉:

𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔:

𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏:

𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. (𝑾)

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆. (𝑾)

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔:

𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. (𝑾)

𝑮𝒖𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏). (𝑾)

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔. (𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏) (𝑾)

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 (𝑾)

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𝑹𝑫𝑹2:

𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒙: 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏, 𝑱𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 (𝑾)

𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏:

𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. (𝑾)

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏:

𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 (𝑾)

𝑱𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂:

𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 (𝑾)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉:

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. (W)

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can i get uhhhh

simon riley being ye olde stray cat friend ?

“man i fed you once you don’t have to keep coming back”

“we’re roommates”

“nO SIR WE ARE NOT—“

OMG YESSSS

It’s like that one meme where the cat is Simon and just meows and the reader is like GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH

“Simon you just came over 24-hours ago, buu yourself a cookbook. You’re 32, about to be 33. No.” You sternly frowned. Simon, not really caring, just moved past you and sat at your table like a lil baby ready to eat

Just sitting there like: :>

You just cook him insta-ramen and he’d still be happy. G

“I hope you know you’re fat and lazy. Not okay Simon, learn how to cook for yourself..”

“Okay”

Spoiler alert he never did, he brought his friend Gaz and Soap with him the next day.

“Hi ma’am!” Gaz chirped.

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH YOU BRITISH STREET RAT!”

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now that hedy lamarr engineer lady is in the shadow realm can she upgrade their computer? i want my fav ladies to be able to experience the internet however they want 🤩

Hedy is allowed access to this room.

Everyone else gets this.

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Has teen Gaz or Price ever walked in on Teen Simon and Teen Soap making out or just kissing when they finally get together?

Holding Your Hand (teen!Ghost au)

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Three months. It had been three months since Johnny confessed to Simon and Simon stuttered out returning affections. The mall parking lot wasn’t the ideal place for such a thing, but Johnny couldn’t hold it back anymore.

They were together, but no one has exactly been able to actually notice. They were so nervous, barely able to hold hands. Sitting close enough that their shoulders touched was as much as either could manage. It was cute but also sad. Kyle expected more from them, at least more eagerness to hold hands.

Alejandro was there when they confessed. He was in his car, waiting for Simon to get in when it happened. His father’s stolen cigarette fell from his lips in shock before he called Rudy. Simon had to deal with Alejandro for those three months. His near insufferable best friend who wanted to know every detail that has happened between him and Johnny.

“You two are driving me crazy! You think Val and I waited that long to-“

“I’m not a whore like you!”

Alejandro cackled before he pressed his body against Simon’s side, “Si! C’mon, man! You’re Los Vaqueros! Not a little, shy church boy!”

Simon refused to look at him, muttering, “I think I would burst into flames if I stepped foot into a church…”

“Exactly! Show your new man how much you’ve been wanting him! Get it on!”

Simon snorts as Alejandro shimmies a weird dance. One of the Los Vaqueros, Peter, ran up and said something about Rudy before running back off. Alejandro smacks Simon’s shoulder before running after him.

“Rudy’s here!”

Simon watches Alejandro dart out of the garage, mind immediately going back to Johnny as soon as his friend disappeared from sight. He hung out with his friends before heading back home. If it got too dark Nik would probably come grab him and take him home and his friends had just finally stopped teasing him about last time it happened.

When he made it back home, he chose to go through the kitchen side door rather than the front. Kyle liked hanging in the living room around this time and Simon wasn’t prepared with the possibility of coming in and seeing Johnny. Seeing him without a warning, a heads up, might be a bit much. He felt like since the confession he’s been drowning, confused. He hasn’t had a romantic relationship before. Hell, his only genuine friend was Alejandro. The Los Vaqueros were his friends, they were inclined to be friendly with him.

Nik was in the kitchen, drinking coffee like the madman he was, focused on his phone. He didn’t even look when the door opened, just took a calm sip of his coffee before he sighed.

“Kyle’s friend is here.”

Simon tensed and Nik just looked at him with an all-knowing look. Wordlessly, he points at the chair next to him, and Simon sat without a comment. He couldn’t help but glance towards the hall, knowing Johnny was in the house, probably expecting to see him at some point.

“You don’t look like the kid that had his affections returned by the boy of his dreams.”

Simon jerks and turns to Nik, “What does that mean!?”

“It means you look lost. Kind of scared.”

Simon blinks, eyes drifting away from Nik as he thought about what he said, “Scared?”

“I know English well enough to know that is the correct word, no?”

“Debatable.”

Nik glares with an amused smirk as Simon snickers. He takes another swig of his coffee before he puts the mug aside and leans over the table. Simon tries to avoid looking at him, sensing a conversation waiting that he didn’t want to have.

“Si.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You’re not? This is new territory for you. You sure you’re not a little bit scared?”

“I feel like this is something Dad should be talking to me about.”

Nik grins, “Oh, your father and his emotions are as in sync as a cat and dog. Sometimes they understand each other but they mostly coexist.”

Simon groans and lays his head on the cool table. He hated it when Nik was right, which was surprisingly often. The man was smart, crazy but smart. He was more capable of talking about this than his father. Simon sits up, taking a breath before he looks at Nik.

“I feel like I’m not doing things right.”

“Oh? Talk about it, tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“Everyone is just… they seem to know what to do. You get with your crush, you take them on dates, hold their hand, kiss them— I’m not doing any of that! I feel like things are the same, like he didn’t confess to me! Like we’re still dancing around each other!”

Nik hums, thinking as Simon breathes for a moment before continuing, “Ale and Peter and June— All the Los Vaqueros keep asking if I’ve kissed him yet. What dates we’ve gone on, if we-… If we’ve done anything… God, I can barely hold his hand and I’m supposed to do all these other things!”

“Kid, you need to breathe and relax. There is nothing wrong with taking your time with him, going your own pace. Everyone has their own speed.”

“What if Johnny’s speed is different than mine?”

“Well, then you’ll have to talk to him and figure that out. No one can read minds.”

Simon blinks before nodding, Nik reaching over and rubbing his shoulder, “Talk to him, be honest. Things will work out.”

“Thanks, Nik.”

“Of course. Now, go on. Tell Kyle to come in here, I need to talk to him about something.

Simon nods and gets up, grabbing his bag and walking into the hallway. He stopped by the stairs to compose himself, feeling nervous. He takes a deep breath in before straightening his back and letting it out. Then he continued on, refusing to falter when he heard Kyle and Johnny talking. He threw his bag by the threshold to the living room, even though his father told him to stop that since he left a hole in the wall, before walking in. Simon stops when he sees Kyle stretched on the floor, rambling as Johnny laid across the couch listening. They both turned and looked at him and Simon almost lost his confidence.

“Hey, Mr. Warrior Cat,” that earned him a glare, “Nik wants to talk.”

Kyle rolls his eyes, “Ugh, fine. If I’m not back in five minutes-“

“We’ll mourn.”

Kyle glares, Johnny laughing. Simon tried focusing on Kyle as long as possible before he eventually turned his attention to Johnny.

Why is he so handsome? God-

“Hey,” Johnny said softly, sitting up on the couch.

Simon couldn’t help but stare, his hair was getting long. The scruff on his face was showing signs of a promising beard in the future. Oh, his smile-

“Hey, just gonna stand there and stare?”

Simon flushes, clearing his throat before he walks over and sits down next to Johnny. His skin lit up when he felt Johnny’s knee brush his. The warmth pierced through his jeans, seeping into his skin in a pleasant manner. Johnny seemed to be a warm person, both metaphorically and literally.

“Kyle said you were hanging out with… what was it again?”

“Los Vaqueros. Cowboys.”

Johnny looks like he wants to laugh but chooses to just grin. God, he was bright like the sun.

“It was Ale’s idea. He loves old westerns and the Wild West and all that.”

“Right! I figured. Cowboys aren’t really your thing.”

Simon flushes. He was so pathetic. Unable to even look at Johnny without getting flustered, unable to hold his hand without feeling like he’s going to catch fire. Simon takes another breath, calming himself before he looks at Johnny, almost losing it when their eyes met.

“I think we need to talk.”

“You think?”

“I- We do! We… I need to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Johnny hums and turns his body to face him, “Right.”

“I-I don’t want to seem like I’m delaying or holding back… Fuck,” Simon turns, now mirroring Johnny, “I can barely hold your hand. I know you were expecting something else.”

Johnny frowns, “What do you mean by that? Expecting something else? I’m expecting you.”

Simon feels his face grow redder and Johnny leans forward, “It’s cute. The-the shy thing. I don’t want to rush you into doing anything you don’t feel ready for!”

Johnny rubs his hands together, face flushing as he avoids looking at Simon, “I don’t have experience in relationships… Unless you count my sister’s because she’s dating a new guy every week! Which I won’t do- I haven’t done! Of course not! I just said I don’t have much experience! Oh you fucking idiot…”

Johnny turns away in a attempt to hide his red face. Simon felt his nervousness melt away as Johnny displays his own. It was comforting knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about this. Not the only one worried they weren’t doing something right. Johnny continued talking, trying to fix each thing he had just said. Simon puts a hand on Johnny’s face and turns him so he’s looking at him.

He wasn’t sure what came over him but it felt right. It was a peck, nothing steamy. Simon felt Johnny’s warm lips, felt him melt against him and grab his shirt. It felt right. When they pulled apart, both flushed and speechless, Simon finally felt like he was on track, the flutter in his chest only confirming such.

Then he realized there was someone standing in the hall.

Simon slowly turned and saw his father staring at them. He had a mug in his hand and his phone in the other. It looked like he was talking with someone when he came by. Johnny stood up quickly when he saw the man, stammering away.

“Mr. Price! I- uh- was just leaving! Gotta go… go help Gran with dinner! Gotta walk the dog!”

Simon’s father blinked, “I thought you didn’t have a dog?”

Johnny had already shoved his shoes on and was by the door with his bag, “It’s a- uh- metaphor! Scottish!”

Johnny was out the door in a second, Simon could see him running across the street to his house at lightning speed. Simon blinked as his dad walked over to the door and shut it, Johnny having left so fast he didn’t even check to see if he closed it. John was too quiet, seemingly processing everything in silence.

“So… birds ‘n the bees-“

“Dad- No! Oh my god! You already put me through that!”

“That was the censored version! This is the full, educational version!”

“DAD!”

The yelling would attract Kyle and Nik to the living room. Simon blocked it all out, face on fire as he thought about Johnny. And his chest only fluttered in response, even with the embarrassment of it all.

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Quick Update

Hey everyone, sorry for the very low updates with asks and on the IF itself. This semester had been brutal and plus with my job, that both have robbed me of all my free time.

But yesterday on the 18th was my birthday and a day or so before that it was the 2 year anniversary of my starting OMWAT. More than anything it floored me that so much time has passed and how little progress I have made with the story.

For the longest time I have been stuck in a rut of wanting to make just so much more progress than I have been currently able to and it's been pissing me off more than anything.

Each time I update it's usually only like a few 5K or 6K words, I mean, two years and I am still on chapter 1? Ugh.

I am not just complaining here either, if anything it's pushing me to find more time and just keep updating whatever I have done so I can actually see the progress as further motivation.

Right now the dashingdon page has a new update I just dropped where I finally wrap up chapter 1 act 1, and start act 2.

FYI a LOT of it is clunky and unfinished but I really think I just gotta keep micro updating as I go, for my own sanity.

If you decide to wait until much more is done that's all good with me too, I am very sorry about the long waits in between updates for this IF. 😅

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Quick update change list:

The IF is now at 61k words

Fixed some bugs

Added chef profession path

Chapter 1, act 1 is done; we know will zoom through MC's development years with June all throughout act 2 (a lot of it is not done!), act 3 is when the heartbreak happens

Added a secret trait that you can only find under VERY specific conditions, no special dialouge has been added to it yet but that is planned for the future

Added the starting mechanics for MC's sexuality, only one option for it is shown for now, later in chapter 1, act 2 more of it will show up to cement MC's sexual preferences

Took off the secret lock on chapter 1, act 2

Introduced 1 of the the 2 possible childhood best friends for MC

We now begin to mold who your MC is during chapter 1, act 2; a lot of it isn't done but you will see the first of many snapshot moments of their development years.

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Here is a quick link to the game if you want to see the small update: Link

[tojisun]

umm poly!141 + valeria and simon with his fingers shoved into your mouth telling you not to be too loud bc ‘you dont want mommy to hear me ruining her li’l girl, do you?’ and being able to feel simon’s hips stutter every time you buck up at the mention of her and the way he has to muffle a moan into your chest when you start crying because of how sensitive you’re getting

brother this made my kitty flutter im shaking at work

simon’s pressing the taunts on your skin, dragging the words like fiery kisses until he’s digging sharp canines into the tender press of your jugular. he laughs at the rumbled sound of your broken keen, your tongue useless between the spaces of his fingers, and chances a knowing glance at the gleaming red dot snug in the shelf, between your collection of books.

he knows they're watching him ruin you, sweet girl.

simon laps at the angry dent his teeth left and pulls back just enough to see your pretty face, all wet and blotchy from your tears. you look so utterly ruined, debauched in that pornographic way that sends a storm of tremors racing down his synapses, and he thinks how he gets it now—

valeria's mocking croons; her heavy hand against your supple skin; her detachment, the one she slips in so easily when it comes to you.

being mean to you is such a prize.

"y'know mommy hates it when we play with her darlin' without her," simon murmurs, eyes flicking down to where he is connected to you, watching raptly at the glistening ring of your cunny, puffy from overuse, as he pulls out slowly, deliberate in prolonging the dizzying itch. he knows you don't like it when they're like this—punishingly slow, forcing your pussy to adjust to the wrongness of being empty. all hollowed.

only when the head is left does he look back at you. he curls his brows, faux worry, before pressing down on your tongue again. then, he whispers, almost like the two of you are sharing a sweet secret, "so be quiet f'me, yeah? we don't want mommy t'be angry."

you couldn't even give him a proper reply, one that would surely be gargled, before simon snaps his hips snug to your pelvis, bullying all of his cock back in your weeping cunt. the reaction is instantaneous—pussy spraying, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, and a wretched cry tearing from your throat.

simon grins and he knows it looks unkind.

"puta madre," valeria laughs, plucking the cigar that john passed to her, and turns to look at him. "your boy fucks good."

john chuckles, deep baritones almost reverberating.

"doesn't he?" he replies, pride curling in his words.

in the silence, they turn back to the screen and watch; their own need growing, burning, ready to lash out.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Ahem… warnings for dubcon, object insertion, and Valeria being a fucking sadist. I don’t usually post dub/non-con (unless you count Aurora Borealis) but this is your friendly reminder that this blog DOSE have that kind of stuff.

But without further ado…

Valeria who finds you stuck in a wall somewhere or in a glory hole type situation- your messy cunt already dripping with cum and loose from being fucked by his knows how many men.

And instead of doing anything or even just touching you normally, Valeria finds a cylindrical hairbrush with with dull plastic bristles and shoves it up your cunt, laughing and snapping photos and videos as you wiggle your little ass and cry, sobbing at the painful stretch and the feeling of being stretched out around a hundred little plastic nubs that poke and rub meanly at your inner walls.

Then Valeria proceeds to fuck you with it like it was a cock, laughing when you come around the thing like a real cock too- your cunt spasming as you scream and arch your back, pleasure and pain blending together until you’re left shaking and railing from the after shocks.

(She leaves it inside of you when she’s done- the handle sticking out of your hole as your thighs tremble and the thing keeps the over sensitive walls of your pussy from getting a moment of relief- hoping someone else finds you like this and gives you another lesson on what happens to slutty little girls who offer themselves up to women like her)

[gothghostiie]

Going super feral mode rn because I can’t stop thinking about cod women smut!!!! RAGHHH IM SO HUNGRY FOR IT GRRRR

real!!! im chewing at the bars of my enclosure currently with warzone having ANOTHER valeria season she's so??

making me constantly drool over her, thinking about her keeping you as a little plaything, arm candy if you will, always on her laps in meetings, sitting in the corner on a couch while she interrogates people; almost like a pet. she's not affectionate in public but in private she can't keep her hands (or lips, for that matter) off of you, groping you and feeling you up, shamelessly slipping a hand into your underwear while you're in her lap to get those pretty moans anf whimpers from you while she gets you all worked up!!

[straxxberrypunki]

Hii so I have a request would it be possible to write Headcanons about Valeria Garza who is an evil queen etc but that her fiancée is the sweetest woman she has ever met? I hope it won't bother you too much, kisses kisses 💋💃

YESS ofc!! My very first ask/request 😼

( The Queen’s Obsession: Loving Valeria Garza )

Ruthless evil queen Valeria Garza w/ a sweet hearted fiancée reader. ~

- Valeria’s affection is not soft or gentle. She shows her love in grand, sometimes overwhelming gestures. Expensive gifts, luxurious trips, and extravagant dinners are all part of how she expresses her feelings. But don’t mistake her generosity for submission. Valeria is always in control, and she makes it clear that in her world, she’s the one who calls the shots.

- As much as you try to bring out the softer side of Valeria, don’t expect her to change her ways. She is unapologetically ruthless, and no amount of kindness from you will alter her cold, calculated nature. She might adore your compassion, but Valeria is firm: she is who she is, and she won’t bend—not even for you.

- Valeria’s love is protective, sometimes to a suffocating degree. She won’t tolerate anyone being a threat to you, and if someone crosses the line, she’ll handle it swiftly and without hesitation. Her protectiveness comes from a deep place of devotion, but it often leaves you feeling like you’re under her watchful eye 24/7.

- Valeria thrives on control, both in her cartel empire and in your relationship. She often decides things for you—what’s best for your safety, what’s best for your future. While it can feel overbearing, it stems from her genuine care. In her own way, she believes she’s protecting you from the dangers of her world.

- To the world, Valeria is a cold, ruthless queen, but with you, she’s different. When it’s just the two of you, she shows rare moments of tenderness. She craves the softness you bring to her life, allowing herself to be vulnerable in your presence, though these moments are fleeting. You are her escape from the brutality of her everyday life.

- Valeria’s devotion to you is absolute, but it’s also dangerous. She’ll go to extreme lengths to protect you, sometimes crossing lines that make you uncomfortable. You are her treasure, her soft spot, and she would do anything—even commit acts you’d rather not know about—to keep you safe. It’s both a comforting and terrifying reality.

- Valeria knows how to manipulate, and that doesn’t stop with you. While she loves you deeply, she’s used to getting her way and will often use her charm to sway you into agreeing with her. Whether it’s steering you away from her darker dealings or convincing you not to question her violent lifestyle, Valeria knows how to keep you in line.

- Despite her hardened exterior, Valeria truly loves you. You’re the kindness and sweetness she rarely sees in her world, and that’s why she’s so drawn to you. To her, you’re a breath of fresh air—a glimpse of the good she doesn’t often encounter. It’s your gentle heart that makes her feel alive in ways she hadn’t felt in years, even if she can’t fully embrace your softness herself.

- Valeria is intensely possessive of you. She doesn’t like to share your attention and has no problem cutting people out of your life if she feels they don’t have your best interest at heart. But this possessiveness comes with fiery passion. When things are good, they’re intoxicating, and Valeria makes sure you feel adored and desired.

- The moment Valeria proposed, she promised you the most perfect wedding, and you know she means it. She’s already planning every detail, from the venue to the security. She’ll make sure your big day is flawless, not just because it’s what you deserve, but because she wants the world to see that even in her dark, dangerous life, she’s capable of creating something beautiful with you.

- Being Valeria’s fiancée means living in the shadow of her empire. While she protects and loves you fiercely, her world of violence and crime will always be a part of your life. There’s no escaping the darkness she’s built, and while she’ll shield you from its worst aspects, you’ll always feel the weight of it hanging over your relationship.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Cod characters (women included) who would be a giver vs receiver?

𝑶𝒐𝒐𝒉, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 '𝑰' 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓.

𝑭!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑪𝒐𝑫 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆: 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉.

𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍��𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆.

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏: 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉.

𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.

𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔' 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

𝑩𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔.

𝑮𝒂𝒛: 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐�� 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏.

𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑: 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 69 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅.

𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔.

𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅.

𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙: 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 '𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂'𝒂𝒎' 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍.

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒕, 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐: 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇𝒇.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎:(

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆-𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕.

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍.

𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚: 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕.

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅.

𝑰𝒇 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒕𝒖𝒃 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 5𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐.

𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉.

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓<3

𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉�� 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍.

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒆: 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓.

𝑮𝒐𝒅. 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅-𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒔, 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐��𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉.

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒃 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂: 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉.

𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hello again, this is Asexual anon. Thank you so much for answering my last request! I wanted to ask if you could do the Asexual darling ask for yandere Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Valeria? I'm not sure what your character limit is so my apologies if I'm asking too much. I hope your having a happy holidays ✨

Yandere Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Valeria with a gn asexual reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, descriptions of asexual and mention of sex, stockholm syndrome, and insecurity. 

A/N: hi!! Doing this was really fun, and a break from my usual work, so ty <3. I’m so happy you requested Valeria. She’s underrated :(! And happy holidays, asexual anon! (Can I call you something else than asexual anon – I feel weird /hj 😭)

The last one they requested

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Being the youngest on the team has its perk, which means he knows a lot about the LGBT+ and much of the club. When having the chance to find out himself, Kyle simply shrugs his shoulders and moves on. 

Honestly, you didn’t even need to tell him. Somehow, he knew. A gut feeling, possibly. 

Despite the others, he’s a bit more relieved to show you his affection more; he sees the same factor that sex isn’t the most important within the relationship. Plus, he prefers to show you his love by physical touch, and more things that he can share with you.

Kyle is really supportive, especially on making sure you feel loved and heard. Despite his understanding, insecurity can catch up to you — he ensures, and promises that he’ll never stop loving you, and will never ever make you uncomfortable. 

He adores the time when the two of you just hug, especially after when he comes home. No matter what, he loves how warm you are, the tightness surrounding his neck and your arms, and how the both of you missed each other. 

Kyle really enjoys giving body massages, and as much as he likes to bold about them, his hands are magic. Within minutes, he works out the muscles in your back, and lower part. The back, you once knew as strict, being anew.

Captain “Price” John:

With his age and being the eldest on the team, you’d think he would know, right? Wrong. He knows nothing about it, and is really confused once he finds out or when you tell him.

However, once you fill him in, he completely understands why you identify as asexual and 100% respects your decision — shrugging his shoulders, and saying something along the lines of: “More ways to love you, yeah?”

Even though you might fear it'll change the 'relationship', it won't. It'll stay the same, and no matter what, he loves you for you. And the fact you felt comfortable to tell him it, shows him that you trust him; or to a degree where he can really show you how much he loves you.

In a weird but loving way, John enjoys giving foot rubs — kissing your feet, rubbing lotion into your skin and ensuring that you’ll be a melted puddle after the living session.

Nicknames galore: Love, sweetheart, darlin, and never stops; rarely using your name and always greets you with his sweet pet names, and a kiss on the forehead.

Despite his size, he really enjoys having your entire body weight on him, especially your legs. Whatever you can, just putting a body part, whether that's an elbow on his, a leg on top of his knee, or hand-holding, he enjoys your touch and presence.

Alejandro “Colonel” Vargas:

He wouldn’t get it first, whilst he knows more of the ‘old society’ than others, he still doesn’t know the term; looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

Once you explain it to him, or him researching the internet, he comes to terms with it — nodding along and immediately moving on, as like the others, it doesn’t matter to him anymore. Alejandro wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, therefore he can live without it. 

He’s an ultra romantic and flirtatious man. The relationship continues on, with him expressing his love even more somehow, and going all out to show you how much you mean to him. Alejandro gets you flowers, each different colors for each day of the week when he's home, and lightly pinches your butt when he walks by.

Of course, he shows his love by cooking — making his mama’s recipe for dinner, and serving it with warmth, much love, and a kiss on the neck for good luck.

Within the stretch of your feelings, sometimes fear and insecurity gets too much. Pushing you too far from your husband. When it comes down to it, he feels bad– terrible. Society has deemed it as ‘bad’ or ‘horrible’, when in fact, there are a lot of factors why you’re asexual.

He always reminds you that he’s always appreciate your love, and personality rather than sex. It’s just another things to show love, and there’s way more things to express than having time in bed. No matter what, he loves you for you.

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza:

Within her flirty and upfront nature, she’s disappointed. Of course, she knows what asexuality means — her being a freak outside, means she knows everything about the club. 

But, she has a hard time with it at first and is honestly insensitive about it. Her first question is “You sure?”, and asking if you’d ever actually had sex to make sure. But, she comes around quickly and apologizes for her heartless remarks. Her main focus is you, and she would never force you into something that makes you uncomfortable, or fearful. Instead, Valeria will continue on loving you like she’s always done; not caring about the asexual part because it doesn’t matter.

However, her inappropriate jokes will not be toned down. Sure, she’ll try; for you and your comfort. But sometimes they slip out, and before she can realize, she’s already making a few others. 

Despite her rough demeanor, she’s quite a love bug — going all out on spoiling you and ensuring that you know sex isn’t the biggest part of a relationship. 

Physical touch galore. No matter where you are, she’s beside you and giving you all types of attention: making you sit on her lap, admiring you, painting your nails, etc. She’s always touching your waist, giving you chaste kisses, then happily watching TV beside you when she’s done with work. 

Valeria really enjoys sleeping with you, either naked or just in her skimpy underwear and no bra. While most would see this as sexual, it’s not. Her way of sleeping is by smothering you with her heat, and asking about your day as she rubs your arms and legs, lullabying you to sleep towards the end of the day. 

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