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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦: 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨! 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱: 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘶𝘴.

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘶𝘴.

(𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰). Part two is up

𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴.

* 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

*𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 (𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵).

*𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮? (𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺)

*𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘴.

*𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰... 𝘐𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦?.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

*𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩.

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𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦.

*𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳?

*𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

*𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭!

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦!

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 (𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴

*𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦.

*𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺.

*𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

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𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢��𝘭

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 "𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘪" 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵!.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘦... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺.

*𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦.

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𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝘙𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘳

*𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬- 𝘯𝘰 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘱.

*𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 ��𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩!

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.

*𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺.

*...𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦.

*𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴... 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.

*𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳.

*𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

*𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴.

*𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩).

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

*𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

*𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 ��𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

*𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘤𝘴.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺)

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭.

*𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

*𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩/𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

*𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦.

*𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦!!!

[eorin-mya]

You like Wirth and Agito you say👀? Can I request an x reader for one or both of them, similar to your other mashle piece? (I don't think there's any x reader for Agito, which is a crime to me)

YESSS ANON, I AGREE WITH YOUUU

THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED MASHLE AND GOT TO SEASON TWO, I WAS REALLY INTERESTED IN AGITO'S CHARACTER, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, HE'S JUST A SIDE CHARACTER (T-T)

I EVEN COUNTED, HE ONLY USED HIS MAGIC ONCE OR TWO IN THE MANGA!!😭😭😭

TW AGITO IS KIND OF WEIRD BECAUSE I REALLY INCORPORATED THAT WEIRDNESS INTO THIS FANFIC (IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I MEAN, CHECK OUT AGITO'S TRIVIA).

ENJOYYYYY!

Agito Tyrone:

What is the meaning of life without pain?

To him, pain is the pulse of life. Every wound, whether physical or emotional, serves as a reminder that he is alive, that he is capable of feeling. Pain is not just a companion—it is an addiction, a source of pleasure that fills an inexplicable void. Without pain, happiness to him is merely an illusion, a shadow devoid of meaning.

This morning, the sun shines brightly, but the sight of you with someone else cuts Agito deeper than any blade ever could. He stands in silence, letting the feeling flow through him like a sweet poison. He loves the sensation—the sorrow, the sting, and the bitterness. He does not hesitate to share it with Hippo, as though this pain is a small victory worth celebrating. When you look at him with confusion and disgust as he confesses his feelings for you, he revels in every second. Your gaze is a beautiful insult, a crown of suffering that makes him feel whole.

Agito loves you. Even though you belong to someone else, even though you ask him to set aside his pride and disappear from your life, he still loves you. No, he does not seek reciprocation—he seeks rejection. To him, nothing is more gratifying than being turned away by you, destroyed by you, and cast aside again and again in front of everyone. He is broken, and he knows it. But in his brokenness, he finds joy, and in you, he finds the most exquisite pain.

Yet beneath it all, he still hopes. A small hope he hides behind the mask of despair. A hope for even the smallest kindness from you. You are a paradox to his soul��his wound and his healer. You are the one who inflicts the sharpest pain, yet also the smile he longs for as a child longs for their mother.

Agito wants to see you smile again, even if it means enduring a thousand new wounds. To him, your smile is an ending worthy of any suffering.

Wirth Mádl:

To him, you are the obstacle that always stands between him and his small dreams. You, with your brilliance, are constantly praised by the teachers. Your grades are exceptional, always impressing everyone. It’s just a minor record, but to him, it’s something he longs for. Wirth, who is used to winning, sees you as a challenge. Competing with you is an honor because no one has ever managed to defeat him—except his older brother.

The day of the exam passed like the wind, smooth and swift, yet something felt off. You seemed so ambitious in your studies, yet still had friends and supporters around you. Everyone loved you, praised you, and cheered you on. But Wirth? No one ever looked at him, let alone praised him. He was used to it. But this time, the feeling was too heavy. His tears broke free, uncontrollable. He wanted to be noticed. He wanted everyone to know how difficult his journey had been. But reality said otherwise—he lost.

As he sank into despair, you came. With an outstretched hand, you tried to help him stand. But Wirth, consumed by shame and frustration, rejected it. He rejected everything, convinced that he would be better off alone. But that conviction crumbled in an instant. His life felt like a sinking ship, slowly drowning in a sea of despair. And in those moments, you pulled him back. With your extended hand, you saved him from ruin.

This time, he gave in to his ego. He accepted your hand, your warm embrace, and the kindness he had never felt before. In your presence, he found something he had lost—the courage to face life, not with hatred, but with hope.

Now, Wirth lives happily with you. You are the one who changed everything. With you, he gazes at a beautiful sunset, realizing that life is not always about winning or losing, but about the people who stay by your side no matter what.

I knooow the Wirth one feels a bit lazy, I’m really sorry!! Time was chasing me and I needed to finish it 😭😭😭

[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[mellifluouaamor]

Kissing Mashle boys before running hc?

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL, KALDO GEHENNA (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. the boys' reactions to you kissing them and then running away.

author's note. that one panel where orter tells cell to bend over has never left my mind and i may have brought it over to these headcanons i'm (not) sorry. orter can bend me over anytime- AHEM ANYWAY LIVE LAUGH LOVE WIRTH HAHAHA

you, running away from MASH? given his inhuman speed and reflexes, that'll be impossible. even if your action is as harmless as a kiss to his cheek, the first-year would reflexively grab your wrist and pull you flush against his chest before you can take a step away from him.

you'd be subjected under his signature blank stare for a few seconds as he tries to process what just happened, and when he finally registers the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, he tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner.

"can you do that again?" he asks, surprising you. mash can't explain it - but he likes the warm and fuzzy feeling that would bloom inside his chest when you kiss his cheek. your kiss feels like... a bed of cream puffs. (don't question his analogy)

oh, sweet summer child FINN. if you kiss him right on his freckles in front of his friends, he'd combust on the spot as a string of unintelligible words streams out of his mouth. a flush of embarrassment would rise to his cheeks and when he turns around to tell you off, you're already running away, leaving him to think of how he should get back at you.

he'd spend the entire afternoon attempting and failing to ambush you, with you giggling gleefully as you skip out of his reach. argh, why do you have to be so hard to catch?!

when supper rolls around, you sit next to a defeated looking finn with your tray of food. as you're eating, he points out that you've got some sauce around your mouth and before you can wipe it off, finn has already leaned over and licks the corner of your lips (with his cheeks burning). you drop your spoon in shock while dot gags loudly in the background.

"oh," is all LANCE says when your lips land on the corner of his mouth. his fingertips brush against the spot you shyly kissed and when he turns to face you, you're already gone. figuring that the embarrassment must have gotten to you, he presses a loose fist against his lips as he chuckles softly.

the following hours would be lance contributing further to that embarrassment. he'd kiss your cheek when you're in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and he makes sure that you won't be able to pull away by gripping your jaw. the kiss would last longer than necessary, causing an awkward silence to fall on the group.

if you confront him about it, he'd simply squish your cheeks in his palm as he taunts you for being unable to do anything. try to talk back, and he'll silence you with his lips.

DOT would short-circuit the second your lips make contact with his cheek, his face flushing as red as his hair. as you run away from him laughing, he'd hold his face like he just got slapped, gibberish spilling over his lips and unable to think straight. mash and finn would have to hold him up to stop him from collapsing.

once dot recomposes himself, he'd chase you in the hallways and it immediately becomes a game of tag... with him almost crashing into the walls as you deftly dodge his lunges.

when he finally catches you, there's no escaping from his onslaught of kisses as he wounds his arms around you tightly. your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your neck - he leaves no area untouched. when dot returns a favour, he returns it tenfold.

RAYNE would turn his head the moment he registers the lack of space between your bodies - and that unexpected action causes his lips to meet yours in a kiss. you immediately pull away from him with a loud gasp, and the perpetual frown on his countenance prompts you to run for the hills.

touching his lips, he'd wonder why you ran away after boldly kissing him, unaware that you weren't supposed to do that and that you had only intended to ask him about homework. it wouldn't take long for him to chase you as if you're a little rabbit being preyed on by the wolf of adler dorm. (finn watches with a slack jaw as his older brother terrorises your poor soul)

the moment rayne catches up to you, he'd cage you against the nearest wall with his arms on either side of your cowering form. he's at a loss to know how to respond to your profuse apologies, only wanting you to kiss him properly after that accidental kiss earlier. he eventually manages to silence you by gingerly planting his lips on the tip of your nose.

ABEL doesn't express much emotion in the first place, so it's no surprise that he didn't give much of a reaction to your kiss on his forehead. when you did it in the middle of his conversation with the magia lupus, he stops talking abruptly while the other members gawk at your boldness. with a quiet "teehee", you prance out of the room as he touches his forehead.

in class, in the hallway, in the cafeteria - abel would stare at you from afar like you've committed the highest degree of crimes. you think that you may have offended him by pulling what you did in front of the magia lupus, but that's not the case as you would come to find out later.

in the evening, abyss brings you to abel's room by the scruff of your shirt. you're wondering why the hell you got dragged out of bed, and it isn't until you noticed abel staring at you expectantly did you realise he wants you to give him a good night kiss like a mother would to her child.

ABYSS, who had never received physical affection from anyone before in his entire life, would be so flustered that his mind becomes a jumbled mess. he doesn't even realise that you've already fled from the scene by the time he can think coherently again (and he's disappointed).

the kiss you gave him would linger on his mind for hours, and he'd throw subtle glances at you - specifically your lips. the warmth that spread from the spot you kissed on his forehead is... comforting, reassuring even, and he doesn't think he can continue his day without getting another one from you.

eventually, abyss would work up the courage to approach you. when he shyly tugs your sleeve with his gaze averted, you immediately understand what he wants and lean in to plant a sweet kiss over his evil eye, causing red to dust his cheeks. he'd hug you on impulse, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

WIRTH doesn't appreciate having his study time interrupted, so if you try to break his concentration by kissing the side of his neck, he wouldn't give you the chance to run away by trapping your feet in mud. he'd then drag you over to sit on his lap, where you'll be forced to stay until he's done studying.

it doesn't matter if you're in the library or the common room, you'll just have to endure the embarrassment of being sandwiched between his body and the table. he doesn't even hide the fact that he's enjoying the way you're squirming uncomfortably on his lap - that's what you get for trying to distract him.

he'd pinch your side if your squirming starts to get annoying, and if you try to protest, he'd immediately shut you up with a kiss - with every contact between your lips lasting longer than the previous one. it eventually reaches the point where you're left breathless after his kisses, and he smirks at the debauched look he's able to paint on your countenance.

CARPACCIO would stare at your fleeing figure with the same stiff expression he wears every day; he'd internally question why you would run off after kissing him when he has no intentions of harming you.

since he can't feel pain, your affectionate gestures are the only other external stimuli he can feel. he registers the pleasant feeling in his chest when you first kissed him, and has become addicted to the feeling since then. so really, he'd just accept your surprise kisses.

although he won't go after you when you run away, he'd actively seek you out and splay himself across your lap like a cat. when that happens, it's your cue to shower him with the kisses he has grown to like. this frequently happens since he tends to stay up all night for his research, and the warm feeling of your lips helps him fall asleep.

ORTER won't admit it, but your kisses are capable of breaking his composure; so when your lips suddenly press against his jaw, he'd freeze up on the spot, giving you the opportunity to book it before he can catch you. once you're well out of his sight, he'd push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks.

of course, no actions go without consequences - and you are no exception. to punish you for your little misdeed, orter would call your unsuspecting self into his office before bending you over his desk when you least expected it. he'd relish in your shocked expression and proceeds to intimidate you into submission, only stopping once he spots the teary beads in the corners of your eyes.

orter is not a cruel man. gently cupping your jaw, he presses a long kiss on your temple as a silent apology before letting you go.

another one who you won't have a chance to run from. KALDO can tell when you're about to attack him with a kiss and would pretend to be oblivious until you make a move. the moment you lean into his face, he quickly turns his head and places a hand at the back of your head to push your lips against his.

you're helpless in his grasp as he wraps an arm around your waist to press you against his body. if you just had a sweet snack, he would deepen the kiss and literally devour your lips, wanting to taste what you ate. when he finally pulls away, he'll try to guess the name of the snack while playfully smiling at your embarrassed expression.

kaldo treats it like a little game. if he can catch you before you kiss him and he happens to have some honey on hand, he gets your honey-flavoured lips as a reward and you'll be in for a long night.

[tac-the-unseen]

THESE MEAN NOTHING AND EVERYTHING TO ME!

I MIGHT HAVE TO EDIT PINK BOWS ONTO THEM 💖

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#35 You can do so much better-

Dot: So you two are dating now?...

Orter & Magicless Y/n: Yes

Lance: …Why?

Orter: Well, I find Y/n appealing-

Wirth: We know that. We want to know why Y/n is dating you!-*Turns to You* Are you being blackmailed to keep Mash safe?-Blink if yes

Lance & Dot* Looking at you with a serious face*...

Magicless Y/n*Tries not to blink but blinks*I cannot blink-

Wirth*Sword out ready to strike his older brother*They Blinked, Lance Guard them!-

Dot*Worried looks at Wirth and Lance who are brawling and looks at you*...Um Ok serious talk, I'm happy Mister Orter found someone as amazing as you...um...I have a rebound already for you,just sayin-*Showing a picture of Rayne*

Part 8 of:

[jals-stuff]

short washing machine headcanons...

How would the Mashle characters react if they found their s/o stuck in the washing machine? + personal ratings (I know, no one asked)

For Mash, Dot, Finn, Lemon, Lance, Rayne, Abel, Abyss, Wirth, Margarette, Carpaccio, Orter, Renatus, Ryoh, Kaldo.

Warnings: SLIGHT spoiler for Margarette? Other than that, none. ratings are purely subjective, please don't bury me alive.

Note: none of this is canon so some charas might be ooc, don’t take it too seriously! Might write for Domina, Meliadoul, Famin and Delisaster one day, idk

MASH...

He’s probably busy eating or making cream puffs when he hears you call for help. It isn’t common for you to do such a thing so he freaks out a little bit at first, but upon finding out the mess you’ve made while trying to empty the washing machine, he just stands there, completely dumbfounded. 

He’s a little dense, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out that you’re actually stuck. He’s never been in this situation before, therefore he’s sweating a little and panicking internally. “T-t-t-t-this is bad. I-I-I have to help them out.” 

Pulling on your legs would be a terrible idea, considering his strength, and he’s just completely clueless on how to get you out. 

Would 100% rip open the washing machine and leave you completely astonished as he does so, then pat your shoulder in a comforting way with a thumbs up. 

Overall very cute, even tried to comfort you after such a “traumatising” ordeal. 8/10.

DOT...

He thinks he’s the main character, we all know it. He’s probably checking himself out in the mirror and saying cool protagonist lines when he hears you call out for help, and suddenly, his main quest has changed!

He walks in on you, stuck head first in the washing machine, and much like Mash, he just looks at you for a bit before taking in the situation. Of course, he’s going to help you, but he needs to gloat about it first, you know it.

“Damn, how could you ever get out of here without my help, huh?” He’d just take on dramatic poses that he assumes are cool (they are not), and try to pull you out by himself. “Can’t be helped, huuuh?”

Despite all his efforts, he doesn’t manage to get you out and he just starts mumbling things about the washing machine being a worthy opponent before actually grabbing his phone and calling someone for help.

Dot is just being Dot, after all, but he’s full of good intentions. 5/10, at least you had a good laugh..? 

FINN...

Finn immediately interrupts his studying when he hears you call out for him, and he’s running like his own life depends on it! “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?!”

Upon seeing you stuck in there head first, he gets into panic mode! It isn’t completely horrible either and it’s just purely annoying to be stuck, but Finn sees it differently. If you called for help, then SURELY you must be terrified or in pain!

He’s going to pace around the room for a minute, wondering “How do I get them out? How do I get them out? How do I get them out?” before deciding that he’s going to take it step by step!

Gently guides you out of the washing machine without too much trouble and doesn’t judge you even once for it! He gives you a big hug afterwards because he’s convinced you were very scared (you weren’t, but he was)!

I physically cannot give Finn anything under 9/10. He is bebe.

LEMON...

She’s probably making a cute keychain for you when you call out for her. She will make you her utmost priority and cheerily trot up to you. “Yeeees~ what is it?”

You’re… stuck. She blushes dramatically and screams out something like “Kyaaah! Just like in those movies! You perv!” But then carefully inspect the position you’re in and how the hell you got stuck in there.

She’s going to try pretty much everything in her power, from pulling you out to switching your position and figuring out a way to painlessly get you out of there…

And eventually get you out! However, be warned: she will give you the side eye with a blush every time she sees you for at least a month and giggle. Who knows what’s going through her head?

Helpful, cute, and funny. 8/10 would recommend.

LANCE...

He’s reading a book when you call for him. He will automatically assume something bad happened (well, technically yes, but.. yeah) and quickly run to the laundry room. “(Y/N), what happened?!”

Looks down on you without you knowing. The display is pretty ridiculous and laughable, but he won’t make a sound. He’s just going to pat your back. “I’ll get you out of here.”

He’s a very smart guy, so he just has to look at the way you’re stuck for a few seconds before figuring out the most efficient way to help you, and it takes him very little time.

Will sigh and shake his head in disapproval, but internally scream when you pout at him for sighing because he thinks you’re adorable. He’s going to look away and clear his throat so you can’t see his blush.

Efficient and definitely nice, he won’t even tease you about it. He did look down on you though, 7/10.

RAYNE...

Where is he anyway? He’s taking his sweet time when you call for him, and when he does finally arrive, you’re met with his usual neutral voice. “Yes, I heard you calling the first time.”

You can’t tell, but when he walks in on you stuck like this, he gives you the look… but again, it’s probably his neutral face. How’d you get stuck in there anyway? You really can’t do anything by yourself, can you?

Much like Lance, he’s extremely smart, so he’s going to pull you out of there very quickly, and he sighs while doing so. How can you be so clumsy? It’s almost as if you did it on purpose.

He’s about to lecture you but notices that you’re very embarrassed and can’t even look him in the eyes, so his expression softens just a little and he decides not to say anything mean and just gives you a comforting pat on the head. “Don’t get stuck again, alright?”

Very thoughtful despite the cold look he gives you, efficient and nice. 8/10.

ABEL...

Abel rarely stays away from you for very long, so he was probably there when it happened and he saw you getting stuck. He also noticed how you couldn’t get out by yourself. “It appears you need some help.”

You’re now aware that he saw you and it’s just fully embarrassing, but he’s part of the clever ones, so you’re pretty sure he will help you out quickly. Or will he? He’s always been a little odd, even around you anyway.

It’s really curious to him, how you managed to get stuck that fast yet you just can’t get out by yourself. Will definitely ask if you did it on purpose while keeping a straight face and blank tone.

Gets you out in a longer time than he should’ve because he was busy trying to understand how you got in there in the first place. He won’t judge you for it, but he will absolutely bring it up around other people like it’s no big deal.

It’s nice that he was already there, did help, but embarrasses you in front of your friends. 6/10

ABYSS...

No matter what he’s doing when you call out for him or where he is, he will Acceleraise his way to you immediately! You are his top 1 priority!

He will however take a second to appreciate the display and chuckle a little bit to himself like “Hah… cute.” before actively looking for a solution because he can literally feel your embarrassment.

“How did you manage to do this?” He mumbles, and makes sure that you aren’t hurt or in any pain first of all. He will 100% reassure you through the whole process!

Abyss is smart and will get you out quickly and without making fun of you. Unlike Abel, he won’t mention it around anyone else, and makes a self note: needs to buy a bigger washing machine so you don’t get stuck again.

Sweet and efficient, very nice and comforting. 10/10, would get stuck again.

WIRTH...

He’s training and trying to improve his capacities when you call out for him. He’s used to you getting into such and such situations, so he just takes his time now. “What is it this time, (Y/N)?”

A bit dumbfounded when he sees the way you’ve managed to get stuck, will crackle up in laughter because as used as he is to see stuff like that with you, it always manages to surprise him.

He’s going to keep giggling as he helps you through, and you just wish you could wipe that smirk off his face but you can’t really do anything and just wait for him to help.

He even hesitates and feels like he should leave you like that, but he doesn’t want you to be upset at him, so he will get you out pretty easily and tease you about it later on. “Aww, c’mon, don’t sulk now~!”

Kind of a jerk, but in a lovable way. You need to find something to tease him back with, 7/10 though.

MARGARETTE...

They’re probably rehearsing or composing another one of these musical masterpieces to play on the piano when their beloved calls out for help. 

They’ll gently chuckle and crouch down next to you. “Oh my! How’d you get in such a situation, dear?” Their arms are a little too bulky to reach out for you from the outside, so they’ll shift into their true form and easily reach for your shoulders so they can pull you out!

Margarette is one of the smart characters and will get you out of the washing machine in no time, very gently and gracefully, making sure you don’t get hurt or anything in the process.

Will give you a hug and gentle pats on the head to comfort you. “There, there~.” They won’t tease you about it nor make fun, but will definitely chuckle a little upon remembering it.

A mother figure, very nice and gentle. Cannot wait to hear the masterpiece they were busy composing, 10/10.

CARPACCIO...

He’s experimenting on lab rats and seems very engrossed with his occupation, so it will take him a little bit of time to hear you calling out for him.

Freezes when he sees you stuck head first inside the washing machine and stares blankly without a word for way longer than necessary. He’s got a little smirk and his lower eyelids rise up in amusement.

“Heh.” is all you can hear before he makes his way towards you and inspects you while he considers leaving you like this for a bit longer because it sure as hell is funny for him. But he knows you’ll be upset and he doesn’t want you to give him the silent treatment.

If he doesn’t find a quick way to get you out, he will stab his way through the washing machine (and give you a good scare as he does that) to free you! Terrifyingly sweet, he’s just staring with a very slight smirk and you know he will tease you about it.

Mean but at least he helped you out. You got scared for your life even though you know he wouldn’t hurt you. 7/10

ORTER...

He’s reading a book and he’s sure as hell he heard you call for him. He will carefully put down his book and look for the source of the muffled cry he just heard.

Despite being quite the jerk around others, Orter is a mature man, and he isn’t going to make any snarky remarks or make fun of you. He will sigh upon seeing you squirm, crouching next to you to check the mess you’ve been making.

“Calm down. If you’ve managed to find a way in, there’s obviously a way out.” Very rational throughout the whole process and effectively gets you out of the washing machine, inspecting you afterwards to make sure you aren’t hurt.

Much like Abyss, he will make a mental note to buy a larger washing machine, and kindly help you back up without teasing you or ever bringing it up around anyone else. If you apologise, he’ll tell you it’s nonsense.

Very logical and calm, efficient and polite. 10/10.

RENATUS...

Sure as hell taking a nice nap when he hears that scream of his name that could wake up the dead. He groans and stands up to lazily make his way to the laundry room.

He whistles when he sees you stuck there and gives a snarky chuckle. “Woah, just for me?” and you can physically feel your face heat up. He’s going to get closer to check the way you’re stuck and…

Whack! He’ll give your butt a playful slap before helping you out and laughing out loud at the ridiculous situation. After all, it’s not everyday that he gets to see his s/o in such an embarrassing state!

He will however stop teasing you if he sees you get uncomfortable and wrap his arms around your waist to comfort you with a softer chuckle. He might tease you later if he ever remembers this happened.

Again, jerk but in a lovable way. You need to give him that spank back tho, 7/10.

RYOH...

Like Abyss, you are his utmost priority and he will immediately drop anything he’s doing (probably admiring his reflection in a mirror) when he hears you call out for him! 

He’ll chuckle when he sees you stuck in there, and you can tell his mind is running! But there is no time for this. If Ryoh's s/o is stuck in the washing machine, he must overcome this trial!

Will get you out in a manly way (whatever that means!) and you’ll even wonder how he did it so easily, that’s how flawless his whole performance is.

He might tease you if you’re comfortable with it, winking at you way too many times and making it pretty obvious what kind of ideas he has. If you aren’t, it’s also fine, he’s just going to cuddle you into forgetting it.

Ryoh is just a W man. There’s nothing else to say, 10/10.

KALDO...

It’s good that you called him, he was about to ruin yet another perfectly fine dish by pouring an ungodly amount of honey on top of it. He will pout in disappointment but come check what’s up.

“(Y/N), dear, are you having fun in there~?” He teases with a chuckle. “Can I join?” But upon hearing your frustrated groan, he will go into thinking mode and consider his options.

His first thought is to use honey to make it easier to pull you out, but he quickly dismisses it. He will, instead, pull on your clothes to avoid hurting your skin when you get out. 

Will get you out, but your clothes are ruined, so he’ll give you his coat so you can cover up and not be too embarrassed. He might bring it up later and pretend he forgot how embarrassing it was for you, but really, he just wants to tease you.

Playful and cute, but he did ruin that shirt you liked a lot. 7/10.

[strwbivy]

MEN WHO KNOWS THEIR FINGERS ARE DAMN GOOD .ᐟ

synopsis. just a short nsfw story, so mdni

wc. 0.2k words | genre. smutty | cw. nsfw, gn!reader, kinda bad writing, teasing, fingering, declined orgasm, (/▽＼)

m.list // rules

you've got mail ✉ ! reposted post and slightly edited and added some stuff to it, READ WELL READER !

men who knows that he's good with his fingers, and he uses this at his advantage. the way the calloused tips of his hand reaches the deepest parts of your insides, putting pressure in your most sensitive areas. it's like he knows like the back of his hand on how to push your buttons.

small whimpers leave your lips when his fingers did scissor-like motions, bringing you closer to that oh-so sweet release. he continued to pump his fingers in and out with ease while you sensed yourself getting even closer. he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, causing him to draw out his fingers. you chocked at the feeling of getting stopped at just before the point of your orgasm.

a smug look appeared on his face. "you really thought it was that easy?" he licked his fingers that were soaked from your slick before releasing them with a pop! sound.

you ignored his words as you franticly find any contact that could help you reach that climax you've been desperate for. and of course he notices this. so he gets a hold of your wrists and pins them right above your head. he then leans in more, closing in the space between you two. his eyes watched you struggle trying to let free from his tight grip. a dark chuckled leaves his throat before he closed in further.

"so desperate, are we?" he teased, feeling your hot breath on face.

he leaned into your ear. "don't you worry, i'll make sure you'll reach that little goal of yours." he said, his voiced being in a low tone.

"it'll just take a.." he snickered before continuing.

"..few hours."

tendou, tsukishima, kageyama, kuroo, atsumu, terushima, [hq] gojo, sukuna, toji [jjk] kaeya, ayato, wriothesely [gi] lance, wirth, renatus, orter [mashle]

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

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Hi! Saw you were taking Lost Boys requests...

I have a lot of silly concepts or ideas but my favorite is poly!Lost boys with a partner (I usually prefer fem reader but whatever ur comfy with is all good) who loves stealing some of their older clothes. Like, reader is smaller than them so the clothes are really comfy. Especially the older stuff cus decade+ old fabric is so soft.

reader stealing the lost boys’ clothes!!

pairing(s): implied poly!lost boys x fem!reader

warning(s): aside from paul and marko definitely paying attention to your curves, none!!

(now if i was the reader here i know damn WELL i would be stealing their clothes too. each one of their styles is literally perfection and to see that shit on vampires? HELLO? also i may have gotten a bit too carried away with thinking about all their clothing designs.. but thanks for this cute request<3)

gifs not mine! (if you know the original owner please tag them!)

HEADCANONS

• Stealing your boys’ clothes is by far the EASIEST thing anyone could do. The reason being? They quite literally never change out of the fits they’ve had on since 1987.

• The boys don’t have much of a scent, seeing as they’re all undead. So a washing machine doesn’t exist in their little world anymore. Which means they will now forever be outfit repeaters.

More fun for you. 

• All of the boys have the most random shit scattered around the cave. They’re the worst hoarders you have ever encountered. Cough cough.. Paul.. cough cough..

• But the amount of clothes they have laying around is shocking. Boots, band tees, jackets, jeans, leather trousers, gloves, shirts, man you name it. They have it. Every fucking decade.

• The band tees are by far your favourite thing to run around with. Paul has a shit ton of Môtley Crüe tees, and Dwayne has so many shirts with The Doors on them. (Jim’s face is literally everywhere in the cave now. They sure as hell ain’t Christians, so if they’re selling their souls to anyone it’s the horned god below or their icon Jim Morrison.)

• They did let you away with wearing their old band tees until Marko told the boys about EBay.

When Paul found out a vintage Mötley Crüe tour shirt was going for over a grand, the mf was ecstatic..

So much so, he decided to put his own vintage Mötley tees up for bidding.

“Two thousand… three thousand.. FOUR THOUSAND… FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS!!!”

Poor Paul’s bubble was burst however when David told him there was absolutely nothing they could do with the money aside from unlimited Chinese food for the next few months.

• David’s old clothes are much different from what the others have. He was the first to be turned, therefore he’s lived throughout the most eras.

• He’s got a LOT of leather jackets and trenchcoats. Paul and Marko always joke about him being Jack the Ripper, but you see a different side to his style. There’s been many nights you actually sat down with him and asked where he’d gotten the majority of his old items. Some were by Spanish designers that had been gifts from Max whenever he’d provided David with different clothing, others were from when David had fed off multiple store owners and casually picked out what he fancied afterwards.

• It saddens you that he doesn’t wear any of these anymore. The only reminder he ever gets of them is when you put on the soft wool Trenchcoats that go right down to your ankles, almost looking like a cape. Marko makes mini conspiracy theories that maybe you’re the real Dracula.

• Dwayne’s load of clothes is FILLED with leopard print designs. He’s been a 70s boy even all these years later, and he misses that era so dearly.

• There’s this one satin leopard print shirt that actually fits you quite well in his eyes. It’s still a little baggy.. yet oddly attractive to him. You’ve claimed it as your own now, wearing it like a pj set.

• Aside from the satin shirt, literally nothing else Dwayne has fits you. He’s a muscular guy.. and a vampire. So trying to get his baggy ass clothes to even have a slight loose fit is not for the weak 😭

• Marko however, this is where the real fun begins. You can borrow anything from Marko.. ANYTHING.. and it’s guaranteed to fit.

• He was a big crop top collector. When he used to find a good shirt that wasn’t cropped however, he’d cut it up and make it into a crop top himself. And these are what he adores you wearing. They cling nicely to your curved body, and whenever you wear them you can never get both Paul and Marko to stop staring at your breasts. Assholes.

• Marko’s clothes are by far your favourite pieces out all the boys. Much like the crop tops, he really enjoyed designing all his other outfits when he wore them. And he was pretty damn good at it too. Marko can be a crafty little thing when he wants to be. He’ll even help you design your own outfits too! He’ll cut, sew, stitch, glue, draw, paint, anything you want Marko to design, he’s down. He took so much pride in his unique outfits back in the day. And if you want yours spiced up, Marko’s your man.

• You wear his old belts a lot. One time, you were rummaging through the boys’ old stuff again, and immediately fell in love with this black latex belt Marko had. He’d drawn on perfectly shaped skulls with a white acrylic pen, and added different studs around the buckle. Ever since that day, Marko pretty much customises everything you own now.

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE LOST BOYS!! hope you all enjoyed these headcanons and my requests are open for any lost boys related ideas you may have!! <33

[dwaynedelight]

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Rip & Tear

Dwayne (the lost boys) x female (human) reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ readers only! Breed kink, choking, blood play(?), unprotected sex, masturbation, daddy kink, p n v sex.

Minors DNI

Summary: Dwayne has his first rut.

Word Count: 2,407

Authors Note: Dwayne uses name “princesa” spanish for princess, sorry I had to have my fun;)

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Marko and Paul pranced around the cave howling with pure adrenaline, psyched for the hunt. Dwayne's eyes rolled back, annoyed. "What's wrong Dwayne, not in the mood for a little hunt?" David asked. No, he was not in the mood, he thought. His head was pounding, the last thing he wanted to do right now was chase after some ignorant human. He ignored David's questions protesting as he turned his back, he would much rather like to stay in his bed with you all night. Much to his luck, Marko had forced him out of the bed with a promise of never asking again, and you suggested it'd be a "good idea" sure it would.

Dwayne lived for hunts he was always eager to start, but after the first kill of the night, it became apparent to Dwayne that he was not getting any better. Sharp pains coursed through his body, making it hard to even walk. He didn't utter a single word to his brothers, quietly suffering and too embarrassed to tell them what was going on. Even when Paul asked why he was leaving them he lied saying his target had caught his trail and they were heading back out to the beach.

He secretly made his way back to the cave leaving his brothers behind. He had never felt physical pain, as an immortal his body didn't work that way. Maybe something was wrong with him. Dwayne groaned feeling another sharp cramp. He tore the heavy black leather jacket off him clumsily stumbling around the cave, knocking into David's wheelchair as he made his way through. He groaned head spinning as he reached his room, he slumped weakly against the bed, leaning his head back as another sharp pain hit his chest. He hissed through his fangs, squinting his bright red eyes in pain. Dwayne gasped as his cock strained against his denim, twitching as his hips bucked. He felt like an animal in heat, the air became hot and humid, so much so he could barely breathe. "Fuck" he grunted, grasping a hand around his bulge. Dwayne’s eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly against his clawed hand. Through the midst of this, all he could think about was you, the sweet scent of your pheromones invaded his nose, and pleasure struck through him as he bucked against his hips again. You were close by. His voice caught in his throat, he wanted to yell out for you.

He clung onto the bed as he pushed himself up, his hands shaking angrily trying to get his pants off. He pushed the hem down, enough to free his cock. His thick shaft glistened with replete amounts of pre cum, red and swollen around his hand, veins pounding as he eagerly pumped away. His left hand clung to the wall for support. Hips bucking up to meet his pumps as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. Your face was burned into his thoughts, he groaned again, eager to release his frustration. He moaned your name in between his strides, the thought of your tight cunt taking his seed bringing him closer to the edge. His cock twitched, shooting strings of cum across his abdomen.

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As soon as Dwayne and the boys had left, you prepared your bath. You could finally be alone tonight you thought, you quietly hummed a song carefully watching as the tub filled. You sank into the warm bath, smiling as you felt the warmth caress your skin. Your eyes shut as you lay still enjoying the silence and privacy. You lathered up the shampoo in your hands before messaging it into your scalp, in awe as the sweet scent of strawberries and cream hit your nostrils. The boys always liked to tease the smell of the shampoo even though Paul would steal it occasionally to wash his hair. He'd never admit it but when he started smelling like strawberries and your bottle ran low, all your money was on him. Dwayne felt so bad he got you almost a year's worth of it, claiming he loved the smell.

You washed off your body, almost done with your bath before you heard a noise coming from your room, the boys were never back this early but you assumed they had stopped by to clean up. Quickly, you wrapped your body in your silk robe in case one of the boys came to the bathroom. The cave was silent only the sound of your heart beating as you walked out of the bathroom calling out for your boyfriend. "Dwayne are you back" you called growing worried. You searched around before calling out again "Dwayne?" a loud commotion came from your room followed by the sound of glass shattering across the floor, you rushed over frantically. "Dwayne!" you cried out, you froze holding out your hand to cover your mouth from the sight. Dwayne stood there on the bed with only a bed sheet covering his torso, he leaned against the frame looking like absolute hell. His eyes were glowing bright red, fangs sticking out viscously as he panted, his hair stuck to his drenched skin. He didn't say a word, he just stared at you with fiery eyes, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Your voice caught in your throat, you'd never seen him like this, had something happened during the hunt?

"Dwa- Dwayne. Are you okay?"

Maybe that wasn't the correct thing to ask, but you didn't like the silence. His eyes scanned you, up and down, lips parting as he licked them quickly before they curled up into a sinister smile. Your heart palpitated as you approached the bed cautiously. "What's wrong" You grew worried, reaching out your clammy hand to tap his shoulder.

His skin was hot to the touch, sticky with sweat, was it a fever? he hadn't mouthed a single word. He watched carefully like a predator, you felt in danger something you never felt with Dwayne. He growled as his hips shot up slightly, his cock straining up against the sheet. Your eyes widened, what the hell was going on? You sat next to Dwayne worried, you couldn't imagine what he was going through right now."Dwayne-" you spoke again. He shot up with a deep and low growl, a wide smile grew across his pearly sharp teeth. "You have no idea-" his voice croaked, growing shallow as he crawled closer to you. "How much i’ve missed you" The words slipped out his mouth so smoothly, enticing you.

He yanked the sheet off him as he crawled over you, trapping your body beneath him. A look of pure shock slapped on your face, your eyes shot straight to his pulsating cock. The sight had your thighs shut tightly together, the ache between your legs growing hungry. Your breath caught as his lips drew closer to yours. "fuck- you smell delicious" he groaned, salivating over the natural scent your pheromones exuded.  Dwayne's nose slowly dragged across your neck, taking in the aroma. "Dwayne-" you muttered, his arm reaching over your belly, seizing the ribbon that tied your robe. The move made you shiver, nipples hardening as the cold air hit you. Dwayne groaned in pleasure at the sight, "I'm gonna rip you apart-" He purred. His weathered hands slithered around your neck, gripping it tight. "D- Dway-" You choked, clawing at his arm in an attempt to release yourself from the pressure. He smiled menacingly, enjoying the sight of you squirming right under his tight grip. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't do anything you don't like" He smirked, letting you free from his grasp. You gasped for air, clutching your neck while desperately trying to catch your breath. He stopped you, locking your hands with his in a tight grasp above your head. "Stop that, you're not making this any easier-" He purred low against your ear "I know exactly what you need" his nose trailed behind your ear, taking in your scent again before licking at the bruise he'd made. Your stomach churned as he sucked your neck, you knew what was coming. Before you could even comprehend it his fangs pierced through your silk skin, pain shocked through your body. You squirmed, whimpering in pain once you felt his canines sink deep into the flesh. Even after feeling this pain so many times, you never grew used to it. You tried your best not to cry but the tears dwelled in your eyes. A deep growl echoed against your neck, Dwayne sucked the mark leaving you lightheaded the more blood he drew. "D-Dwayne" you slurred becoming drowsy, a sign that meant it was time for him to stop. Dwayne pulled away hovering over you, with hot huffs of his breath fanning over you. Blood dripped down from his lips to his chin, he smiled licking that last of the crimson liquid from his teeth "You taste so good".

Your eyes shut in an attempt to avoid his primal stare. The look of his vicious state didn't fail to turn you on, it should have scared you but it didn't, and you didn't want him to know.

"I know, just how much you ache for me, your not very good at hiding it-" he paused "I can smell your arousal" Your eyebrows furrowed with pure shock. Before you could manage to mouth a word Dwayne's mouth wrapped around your bare chest, licking harshly at your peaks. Loud moans escaped your plush lips as slick pooled down your legs. He bit down, shooting pain, pleasure, and ache straight to your core. "Dwayne-" you cried out. He muffled a groan in response, his hot tongue perpetually flicking against your sensitive flesh. "Oh- my-" you whimpered. His heavy veined hands clung to the back of your thighs, spreading them open. Dwayne's hips rolled against yours eagerly pushing his cock against your crotch. "Fuck-" his breath grew shallow, panting like a rabid animal. "You're so- fuckk-" he grunted again, burying his face in your neck, bucking his hips once more. The wet spot between your legs only growing. "You're so wet" He moaned, sweat beads dripping from his body, he couldn't take it anymore his shaft pulsated in pain as it probed your sensitive hole. "Pl- Plea~" You moaned, your throbbing core pitifully clenching around nothing. "Please what darling" he groaned "Tell me~ tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" He whispered against your ear. "I- I need you" You managed to blurt. He purred "Say it, tell Daddy what he wants to hear" 

your lips parted "Daddy please~ ... fuck me" 

His lips curled into a smile kissing your lips

"See how easy that was" he whispered.

To Dwayne, you looked like an angel, a poor innocent soul caught under his sinister grip nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Your innocence corrupting right under him, he liked that very much. He snarled, thrusting his cock slowly inside you. Your doe eyes rolled back into your skull, as ecstasy shocked through your veins in waves. "Oh~ Daddy" your lips quivered. His cock stretched your cunt vulgarly, slipping in between sticky coats of your juices. He made a deep slow thrust, giving you time to adjust. Embracing every nerve embellished in your walls that welcomed him in." Feels so good- doesn't it?" his breath grew shallow, picking up his pace slightly while you muttered a soft 'yes' against the nape of his neck. "You feel so good around me~" he grunted hingeing his hips against yours. He watched you intently, dark eyes full of pride as the ecstasy cascaded over your small frame with each slow thrust he made.

Your hands clutched his hair, pulling lightly as he buried his face sweaty face into your neck. The light gasps that flowed through your lips soon turned into high-pitched moans, driving Dwayne over the edge.

"I'm gonna bury my fucking seed deep inside you, fuck~ ahh that's what you want don't you" he took a deep long thrust into your core. Leaving you a mumbling mess, he had made a promise to breed you and he intended on fulfilling it. You managed to cry out a "Yes"

"Yes...you'll be the best daddy"

"Fuck~ yes I will!" he grunted

He placed his large hand over your belly pressing against the bulge he made. "feel that princesa that's me- and I'm gonna fill you up so good~ till you make me a daddy" he pressed down hard on your belly again, pumping up into you merciless. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your lips, the only words coherent enough being "yes" and "please" Tears stung in your eyes at the pressure, your walls tightening around him. He growled, rolling his cock deep inside you.

"My~ oh" you mewled, feeling his tip hit your cervix as he pumped into you depravedly.  "Fuck~ feel daddy's dick against your cervix, Princesa?" His eyes fixated on you, your lips quivered as your eyes fluttered shut. Dwayne smirked "Oh yeah you do"

Your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks behind.  Lewd noises filled the cave as Dwayne took you raw and rough. You never failed to impress him with how well you took him, you were so tight even after endless hours of fucking you relentlessly.

His body was hungry for more, never satisfied. He panted overheated, completely jackhammering into you. Tears streamed down your face, overstimulated in every sense imaginable. Your head became heavy, shaking along with each vicious thrust that shook your body against the bed. "P-Ple~" you shrieked, unable to even speak the words. It seemed like he had never fucked you so hungrily, something completely snapped inside him. He was a lust-hungry animal. "C'mon baby come for me again" He grew almost angry, almost frustrated completely stuffing you full. Brutally bruising your cervix with every stroke, and that's what broke you. You gripped his vast shoulders, releasing a pornographic moan as your walls compressed around his throbbing cock. Your body quivered uncontrollably with your orgasm "Fuck~ Princesa" he huffed. Dwayne's cock twitched, trembling against your hot walls. His rocking hips slowed, shooting his hot load deep inside your womb. He grunted, body finally relaxing as he spurted the last of his seed even deeper.

“I hope you know Im far from done with you.” He smirked.

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Fuck, this took me forever! It sure was lots of fun though;)

[6lostgirl6]

Hi, Friend! Since your requests are open can you please do something with the Lost Boys and a shy, female reader? I love the idea of them being playful, touchy and flirty with someone who's quite bashful.

Love your work 😊

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Shy Fem!Reader

TW: hints of previous sex, possessive behaviors, pet names, playful touching, flirting, ass grabbing (thanks Paul), PDA

You arrived at the boardwalk, thrilled to spend time with your vampire mates. The night was young with the sun setting only a few hours before. However, you couldn't help but rush to the boardwalk as soon as you could.

Smiling to yourself, you could feel your cheeks warm at the thought of seeing them once more. Despite dating the boys for months, close to a full year, you still could feel the butterflies in your stomach and your heart skipping a beat. You cursed your bashful nature, but that's what interested your mates in the first place. You theorized that it had something to do with your innocence having an effect on their vampire instincts. Their urge to claim you in every way and leave marks to tell others you were off-limits.

You couldn't help your shy nature, having it since you were a little girl that you were unable to grow out of. However, if your boys liked it, then you liked it. Sometimes. You could still feel their fangs sinking into your throat just last night.

You fiddled with the collar of your jacket, desperate to conceal the hickies and bite marks that plagued your delicate skin as you walked further down the boardwalk. Suddenly, you felt the back of your hair stand up and a shiver run down your spine, in a very good way.

You could feel their stares.

You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth in your cheeks return as you turned towards the direction of where you assumed the feeling was coming from.

In their usual meeting spot, each of your boys gave you their signature grins. Dwayne was sitting on his bike, posture relaxed, Paul leaning against the railing while Marko bit the leather of his glove, staring you down. Lastly, there was David, standing in the center with a cigarette in his mouth.

You watched as he silently chuckled before slowly raising his hand, gesturing you in a gesture screaming "come here," with his pointer and middle fingers. You couldn't stop the rushing thoughts in your subconcious, seeing how attractive he looked doing that.

Without being told twice, you rushed over with a beaming smile, launching yourself into the awaiting arms of your bleach-blonde mate, who wrapped his arms around you without hesitation.

"Hey, gorgeous." He purred low in your ear, giving you a small squeeze around your waist, careful to keep his burning cigarette away from your skin.

"Hi, David!" You replied, avoiding his hungry gaze to turn towards your other mates, not wanting them to feel left out. "Hi, boys!" you greeted, pulling away to give them each an embrace.

"Paul!" You yelped, pulling out of the embrace when you felt a playful pinch on your ass.

"Sorry, babe! My hands just have a mind of their own!" He teased, pulling you back as you tried escaping from his grasp. "Where ya goin'?" He cooed.

"Somewhere that won't have my ass grabbed in public!" You retorted teasingly, however you still felt embarrassed being groped by your boyfriends where other people can see.

"It's alright, dove. I'll just rip their eyes out if someone other than us are starin' at you." Marko interjected, smirking viciously.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a tug on your hand. You turned and gave Dwayne a sheepish expression, allowing him to pull you into his own embrace.

Dwayne was always the gentlemen in the group, however you knew that he still had his wicked charms that could even rival Paul if he wanted to. You could feel his grip tightening around you as he nuzzled against your neck, rubbing his scent against your exposed marks.

"You're not trying to cover them, are you?" he asked, voice deep and full of richness as he pulled away to gaze into your own eyes. His stare was intense and you glanced away, flustered.

"It's not that I want to hide them." You defended yourself, "I just don't like the stares..."

You shivered, gasping a little as you felt fingers trail down the length of your spine. Marko smirked as he slowly appeared into your line of vision.

"You act like we just won't make more." He purred, eyes flashing their golden hue for a moment to before returning back to normal. "You know we love marking ya, dove."

Paul took this moment to wrap her arms around your waist from behind, kissing your temple as he growled low, "would you like that, babe?"

You bit your lip and leaned against your mate, falling prey to their desperately wanting advances. You couldn't wait to head back to the cave with them.

"You know I do." You replied, looking towards the ground with your face completely flushed.

You felt a finger curve under your chin, drawing your gaze forward and back onto Dwayne's.

"You have to say please, princess." He smirked, tracing the curve of your lips with his thumb, making your breathing pick up and heart beat rapidly in your chest.

"Please?" You whispered, pathetically.

The next thing you remember is the rumbling of four engines and wrapping your arms around David's waist, sitting behind him as they raced down the boardwalk and into the night. You couldn't wait to reenact last night, the shakiness in your legs and the intense throbbing of your mates fangs laying their claim on you.

You were shy, but you sure weren't innocent.

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[seneon]

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ──── mashle.

about. headcanons of 7 mins in heaven with mashle various.

notes. had the idea to write this when my friend asked me how to play 7mins in heaven and spin the bottle LMFAOOO

will shake all over out of fluster and blush all over the place. definitely stutters when you're in the closet together and will try to be as respectful to you as they could. during the entire seven minutes was just pure silence and awkwardness. nothing really much happens inside, but at the very last two seconds, you'll lean in to place a kiss on their cheek and their cheeks will BURN.

MASH, finn, ABYSS, lemon, tom.

the "it's just a game. let's get it over it" squad. the moment the door was shut they'll say that to you and tell you that you mean nothing to them and they will simply go along with it. they'll kiss you, make out with you, or even dive deeper into something more sensual. but at the end of the day, it's just a game to them ): it's a bonus if they actually meant what they do and lied about what they said so they'd look cool to their friends.

dot (delighted to makeout), KALDO, ryoh, wirth, renatus.

they won't do anything at all. not even speak a word. not even look at you. not even acknowledge the fact that they're in a game that is supposed to be 'heavenly'. they stand on business. kissing doesn't matter to them, all they want to do is just get out of the cramped and small little closet of yours. after seven minutes is up, they will be the first to exit the closet. what gentlemen they are.

RAYNE, domina, orter, ABEL, lance.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[mellifluouaamor]

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. his reaction to you asking him, “what if i suddenly disappeared one day?”

author's note. reader's relationship with the boys is up to your interpretation! but reader is implied to be orter's betrothed here c;

as a blank look crosses his face, MASH almost drops the cream puff he was eating upon registering your question. he stops for a moment to think what exactly made you ask him that, but when he can't come up with any reason he decides to ask you a question of his own. "did something happen?"

when you don't answer him, he clenches a fist beside his head. someone must be threatening you - why else would you ask him that out of nowhere? "tell me his name. i'll punch the stuffing out of him so he doesn't bother you again."

mash is puzzled when you wave your hands around frantically, claiming that nobody is bothering you. "i was just curious!" you exclaim, "don't think about it too deeply. i just wanna know how you'd feel and what you'd do if it happens."

he hums thoughtfully as he continues eating his cream puff. the thought of you suddenly disappearing makes his chest feel heavy. losing you is like losing his pops - but ten times worse. he visibly deflates and stops eating, which worries you. when you place a hand on his shoulder, mash grabs that same hand and pulls you towards him.

"if you suddenly disappeared one day... i'll be sad. but i'll find you," he says, cupping your cheek which grows warm under his touch, "and i'll keep trying until i do."

FINN would stare at you like you've just told the entire world his deepest and darkest secret. a few seconds pass, and the freckled first-year then clings to your sleeve as if he's a child about to be left behind by his mother. "wh-what? why would you ask that? where would you go? why would you go? is... is everything okay...?"

you could tell that he's becoming more anxious with every second that ticks by from the way he's clenching his fists against your robe. you reassure him that everything is okay and he relaxes a little, but he's still bothered by your question.

"then why are you asking me...?" he asks, trailing off. he's starting to think that you're actually hiding something from him and becomes jittery again. he grips your arm tightly, afraid that you'll disappear into thin air if he doesn't, and you wince; you swear that he's cutting off the blood circulation in your arm.

when you tell him that you're only asking for fun, that does little to ease his nerves. "but i can't get it out of my head! i'm scared- i don't want you to disappear without a trace!"

for the next few days, finn would become extra clingy and glue himself to your side whenever he can. lance and dot would cast judging looks his way, but he couldn't care less. as long as he's with you, there's no way you'd suddenly disappear, right?

LANCE rolls his eyes at your question. "like that'll ever happen. you don't even know how to cast the transportation spell properly." despite his words, he's a bit concerned that something might be happening to you behind his back or you're sick, and you're not telling him about it.

"oh come on, you know that's not what i meant!" you exclaim, "just answer my question!" he lets out a quiet sigh. folding his arms over his chest, he stares straight ahead and thinks about what he'd do if you were suddenly gone from the academy one day.

"there's not much to do except to ask your friends and teachers where you went. if they don't know, then i'll search for you myself." there's a pause, and you tilt your head curiously as he looks down, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. "i'll keep looking until i find you." after that, lance doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day.

the following morning, your friends tell you that lance was borderline interrogating them about your private life last night, making you internally question his intentions. you can feel someone's gaze on your back as you go about your day, making you scared of the prospect of someone stalking you.

you also notice that lance has been overly attentive towards your activities over the course of the week, asking questions such as, "where's your next class? which friend are you going to sit with? what class do you have after that?"

DOT doesn't think much about it at first and just laughs. "disappear? where are you even planning to go?" with a beam, he slings an arm over your shoulder. "don't think of going anywhere without me! wherever you go, i'll follow!"

you laugh along, unable to continue the conversation with how much of a cheery fellow he is.

later on, dot's mind would drift back to your question. he knits his eyebrows together, wondering why you would even ask him that. is someone bullying you? or maybe... he stands up abruptly and slams his hands on his desk, disrupting the class as he shouts, "I OFFENDED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING?!"

even when he's told to stand outside of the classroom until the class ends as punishment, he couldn't stop thinking about it. he's itching to barge into your classroom to ask you, but holds himself back from getting into further trouble.

during one of your breaks, dot would pull you aside and hold your shoulders firmly as he stares into your wide eyes. "look, i'm sorry for whatever i did. i'll apologise a thousand times if i have to," he says, and after a brief pause he adds, "just don't go anywhere i can't follow."

RAYNE is immediately alarmed by your question, and he turns to face you with his usual frown deepening. he then grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving and asks, "what do you mean? spit it out. what happened?"

he won't let you go until you tell him everything. he doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he's worried, and the worst case scenario keeps surfacing in his mind. this is why he didn't want people knowing that you're close to him; you might be used against him, or even worse, hurt because of him.

"please, (y/n). tell me if something's wrong," he implores. he can't bear the thought you disappearing right before his eyes, and he really thinks that your life is in danger. even when you say that you're asking the question in a general sense, he's not about to take any chances.

rayne would ask max to look after you in his place and to keep tabs on your activities, as well as the people you'd frequently interact with. max thinks that he's overthinking but does it all anyway because he understands rayne's concern for your safety and well-being.

rayne would also make an effort to spend more time with you outside of classes so that he can guard you himself. you'll have to give him plenty of reassurance to convince him that nobody is out to get you.

ABEL drops his doll; that's how shocked he feels when you asked him that haunting question. why would you ask him that, knowing that he had lost his mother when he was a child? do you want to torture him by disappearing without a single trace of your existence?

you immediately regret asking him that and try to apologise. before any words could leave your mouth, abel pulls you into a tight hug with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other around your shoulders. his gesture catches you off-guard, rendering you speechless.

"please don't," he whispers, "i feel the safest with you. if anyone or anything tries to take you from my side, i swear i'll take you back." without you, abel would truly be a lost child searching endlessly for the warmth that had left him.

the following day, you'd find abel and abyss as your scary dog privilege on campus.

"... are you actually scared of me?" ABYSS gives you a melancholy smile as he asks you a question of his own. he had always dreaded the day that you would admit your fear of him because of his evil eye; although he knew that you would never leave him simply because of that, he still can't help but be scared of the slightest possibility that you might.

he slowly reaches for your face and gingerly cups your cheek, as if he's scared that you might reject him and pull away from his touch. he lets out the bated breath he didn't know he had been holding when you don't, and caresses the soft skin with his thumb.

"i know it's selfish of me to say this... but please don't leave me. you're all that i have, and life is only worth fighting for when you're there," he admits. abyss had a rough past where he was unloved even by his own parents, so when you approached him with a smile that shines like the light of dawn, he found himself unable to let go of your outstretched hand.

however, if the situation ever calls for it, he's willing to learn to let go. "if there ever comes a time when you're no longer by my side... then i'll accept it. but if anyone tries to take you against your will..." there's a pause as his left eye glints. "then i'll make sure that they're the ones who disappear."

WIRTH lets out a loud laugh before leaning towards your face with a smirk. "And who would dare to take you away from me?" he'll gladly challenge anyone who attempts to do so, and he's confident that he'll win. "you've always been bad at hide and seek too, so how would you even hide from me?"

"just answer the damn question," you say with a huff, "it's not that deep. it's only a 'what if'." propping his chin on the palm of his hand, he mulls over what you had asked. if you disappeared because someone took you away...

"well, i'll simply find you and make the perpetrator suffer," he replies, "by the time i notice your disappearance, you wouldn't have gone far anyway." then, there's a long, awkward pause as wirth averts his gaze, like he wants to say something else but is reluctant to.

after a moment, he adds in a more serious tone, "if you need any protection, don't hesitate to find me. i promise i'll keep you safe." you can't help but feel a bit shy hearing those words come from him.

CARPACCIO is eerily silent. he doesn't even look at you. he could only try to think of what his life would be like in your absence… and decides that he doesn't want to consider the possibility.

"disappear where?" he asks as he finally meets your nervous gaze, "would you disappear unwillingly? or of your own accord?" cupping his chin, he thinks about your question more thoroughly and tries to apply it in the different situations he could come up with.

"if you were taken against your will, then the most logical thing to do is rescue you," he answers, spinning his knife around his fingers, "and of course, i'll make sure that whoever kidnapped you will be in so much pain that they wish they're dead." a slight shiver went down your spine; you could actually see carpaccio doing that.

"but if you left on your own, then..." carpaccio trails off for a moment, unsure of how to vocalise his thoughts. "... i'd still find you, i guess. and try to figure out why you left."

carpaccio knows that the question you asked is merely hypothetical... but he can't stop himself from thinking that he may have done something to make you consider disappearing from his life. he'd try to figure out what instigated those thoughts of yours before finally asking you.

"i have ways of looking for missing people. just finding you would be child's play," ORTER answers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "is that all you'd like to discuss with me? please stop wasting my time with your nonsensical questions. if you're that unhappy with our engagement, take it up with my father."

he doesn't want to admit it, but he's actually thinking about your question far too much to the point that it's affecting his daily life. he gets visibly agitated whenever he's not in your presence, which doesn't go unnoticed by kaldo, who proceeds to tease him. "what got you so nervous, hm? worried that your future spouse won't be happy with you once you're married?"

if renatus happens to be passing by, he'd join in by saying, "he brought it upon himself. who asked him to be an ass fiance? i wouldn't be surprised if they plan on disappearing from his sight."

renatus' words would get orter thinking. after pondering your question more, he'd come to the conclusion that you feel neglected and are planning to leave him soon. the mere thought makes his chest feel painfully tight, and he'd drop whatever he's doing to search for you.

the longer he takes to find you, the more anxious he feels inside. the moment he sees you, he'd grab your shoulder and roughly turn you around to confirm that it's really you. you're surprised to see the dread on his countenance, which gradually dissipates once he's sure that he has found you.

there's a flash of guilt in his eyes, and as he gently takes your hand in his, he quietly says, "i'm sorry. please... don't ever leave my side."

(you can read kaldo's part here)

[sleeper-kerennnnnnx]

MASHLE author‘s Q&A from fan book translate！（2）

If there are some poor translations or errors, please point them out! I will correct them in time, thank you!

I will translate this in four parts!

Here are parts Q34-Q67! The original text and other parts can be found in the collection!

To the animation fans: There are slight references to the subsequent plot of the comics‼ ️ (Q34 and Q37) If you don’t want to be too comical, you can avoid it.

Q34: When Epidem met Dot, he said that the Ira Kreuz were very rare. What is the position of the Ira Kreuz people in the magic world? Are they regarded as a dangerous people? What does the cross scar on their head warn them about?

A34: They are probably regarded as very powerful people. The cross scar is a warning to their fighting instincts.

Q35: What kind of people are Lance and Dot’s roommates？

A35: Dot and Lance later lived in the same dormitory! Because both of them were very noisy, they were complained by their roommates!

Q36: Does Easton have a school song? Who sings the best among Lance, Dot, Lemon, Finn, and Mash?

A36: Yes! I think it should be Finn or Dot!

Q37: Who proposed riding horses in the God divisionary Exam?

A37: Dot! When men get together, the first thing we should do is ride horses!

Q38: Is Ryane's rabbit handkerchief sold to the public? I want to know if it is bought or homemade.

A38: Homemade! He can do needlework!

Q39: Is the little spider (the spider that tested Mash's magic during the battle, sorry I forgot his name! Kneel down 🧎) Ryane's servant? Or does Ryan call it when he needs help?

A39: He calls it when he needs it! It's always there!

Q40: Rayne Ames has the strength of a mid-to-high-level God divisionary, but I haven't seen him use the highest-level magic in the work - thirds magic (note: there is in the comics). Does the firepower he have means he has the ability to use thirds magic?

A40: Even among God-divisionary, there are not many people who can use thirds magic. Probably Light, Undying, Sand, and then Flame cane and Rayne. (The latter reply should be the battle power ranking. Flame cane's official website introduction clearly states that he is a double liner magician.)

Q41: Rayne is the director of the Magic Tools Administration Bureau. Was the rabbit phone designed and made by Ryane?

A41: It was specially made!

Q42: Abel said that only Rayne can resist Abyss's Demon Eye. I want to know how Ryan did it!

A42: The Demon Eye cannot last forever. I think this is the point!

Q43: What does a perfect do? Are there any privileges and benefits to being a perfect? Doesn't Rayne feel tired when he has to balance the work and study?

A43: Perfects are mainly responsible for managing students' attitudes towards life, etc.! Perfects have special baths! They are as tired and hard as entrepreneurs!

Q44: Who named the "Magia Lupus Arc"? Lord Abel? Is the ranking is selected by the number of coins collected？Does Abel choose the people who join? Or did they volunteer?

A44: Abel named it! He is actually a sensitive high school student, very cute. They are just ordinary Boy Scouts!!

Q45: Did the Magia Lupus Arc and Mash get together after the war?

A45: They got together to play poker! The endings in Mashle's world are basically good!

Q46: Please tell me the order of academic performance among the Magia Lupus Arc.

A46: The best student is Wirth! Then it should be Abel and Abyss.

Q47: Are the poker cards in Abel's personal property?

A47: Yes! Abel has a lot of poker cards!

Q48: Why does Abel cherish the broken doll in his arms and call it "Mom"?

A48: Because it overlaps with the scene that his mother passed away.

(I'm already in tears after seeing the above line. let me cry for a while)

(I'm done crying, let me continue translating!)

Q49: Abel's third line is artificial. Will he still have three lines in the future? Will he never go back to two lines?

A49: Because it was forcibly added, it's different from the normal three lines, and it won't go back to two lines!

Q50: It is said that Abyss's sword has a magic wand built into it. Will he use an extra magic wand during class?

A50: He will use an ordinary magic wand during class! But the output power is relatively small! (Sorry, but I imagined Abyss holding a sword and waving it around in class haha ​​... 

Q51：Abyss is not good at talking to girls，how he talks to love cute？

A51：He Can't！！！！He watches the ceiling while talking to her.

Q52: Do you know why Abyss wears his hair in a bun or ponytail?

A52: A unique hairstyle may mean that he wants to be recognized... He may cut it short later!

Q53: Will love cute say things like "like or hate" or "am I cute" to other members of the Magia Lupus other than herself?

A53: All boys will be asked.

Q54: Why was Ryane so angry at Milo (the green-haired one of the Fourth Fang) in the ? Is it okay to kick him like that?

A54: Ryane is a bit extreme... Generally speaking, this is not a good job (crying)

Q55: What did Ansel Sinli (the Seventh Demon Fang, the one carrying two round plates) say in the last episode?

A55: "In my opinion, cream puffs are likely to contain cream."

Q56: Does Oror (the magic policeman) appear naked every time he casts a spell?

A56: It's pitiful, but that's how it is. (crying)

Q57: What kind of people are Ryoh's wife and son? If there is any story, please tell me!

A57: The wife is the kind of person who is broad-minded and said "Okay, okay" and then started dating (crying). The child admires his father!

Q58: Are the Ryho peripherals in the work certified by the author? Or are they made by fans?

A58: Certified by the author! ! ! ! ! (Please link it)

Q59: I want to join the Ryoh‘s fan club. Can I become member No. 0001?

A59: I admit it!

Q60: Why doesn't the robe on Orter's shoulders fall off?

A60: It's fixed by magic!

Q61: Why is Orter so short-sighted that his eyes have become "3"?

A61: He read too many books!

Q62: Can Orter’s sand magic turn himself into sand?

A62: It seems that he can't do that! But if you really work hard, you might be able to do it! (translator: It was done in the anime)

Q63: I want to know how Orter and Wirth address each other! What is their relationship like?

A63: They probably address each other with "お前" and "テメェ" (similar to "you bad guy" and "Hey")... They don't have a very good relationship! But it will get better one day!!!

Q64: Wirth said, "I have received elite education in magic since I was a child." Did Mr. Orter do the same thing?

A64: That's right!

Q65: I want to know why Kaldo wears gloves!

A65: Because it is so cool and making him handsome! ! ! ! !

Q66: What is the opportunity for Kaldo to like sweets? In addition, he has a strong impression of honey. Does he like sweets more than honey?

A66: He likes it after spreading honey on toast! He likes everything when it comes to sweets! My tongue is dying!

Q67: Which is better, Kaldo's honey salmon or Lemon's handmade cookies?

A67: Handmade cookies I guess? They are as bad for your health as the Ganges!

Q68: What is the name of Agito Tyrone's (Dragon Cone) pet dragon?

A68: Hipotan!

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Comments are welcome to discuss anything! And suggestions for translation!

Chinese version updated in：longyou1225.lofter.com

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#30 I do

Abel: Abyss, you should take that Y/n out

Love: … On a date!

Love: Not like an assassination!

Abel*Looks at Love and nods*Ah yes thank you love, I forgot that's something I'd have to specify with you Abyss

Wirth*Watching the trio*It wont be hard to ask them out,Y/n has a crush on you

The Whole House of Lang whole dorm nods agreeing with him to which Abyss looks at them as if their crazy

Abyss: That's ridiculous, Y/n doesn't have a crush on me!!! Abel: Yes they do. Love: Yes they do. Y/n*Came to share some of Mash's creampuffs and heard everything* Yes I do~

[trash-gobby]

Summary: You've had a long night, and it's about to get even longer. Showing up at your friends Halloween party, you think your in for a night of being the local wallflower. However, after catching the eye of a certain creature of the night, your about to find that there is much more that can happen in a few short hours then drinking, dancing and having a good.

There is so much blood to spill and so little time.

Word Count: 5.9K

Pairing(s): Dwayne X GN!Reader

Characters: Dwayne, Reader, David, Marko, Paul, Michael Emerson, Star, Laddie Thompson

RATING: PG

⚠️ Warnings!: Vampire!Michael, mild violence, sexual themes, some stalking elements, non-consensual blood drinking, drugs and drinking

Note: I still need to do some more editing on this, I just was so excited to post that I had to do it now lmao 🤣

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It felt like walking into another world aglow with strobing lights from a cheap disco ball, heart beating to the tune of Rockwell and air thick with the musky smell of sweaty skin. You narrowly avoided a collision with two party-goers, heavily intoxicated and too busy necking to actually notice that other human beings existed and also needed to use the front door, whilst making your way inside.

Their commitment was admirable, not only to their costumes -peanut butter and jelly- but to each other. How people managed to be so attached to each other it seemed like not even the force of gravity and common sense could keep them apart was a mystery not even you felt god could solve.

The house was heaving with people.The halls were crammed with costumed people talking loudly over the music, drinking, and laughing loudly at jokes that were most likely only funny because of the aforementioned alcohol. You tried your best to squeeze through the masses of those hanging in the hall, slightly regretting your choice of costume. The wings were getting in the way more than you’d thought. 

The costume of choice was a simple angel outfit made mostly out of spare materials you’d found lying around in your best friend's art studio. It was a simple white tank top, jeans, the wings themselves made out of wire, tinfoil and glittering fake plastic jewels. The halo was a headband with the halo attached to the top made also out of wire and tinfoil. It’s not like this dollar store outfit was that much different from anyone else’s

You’d already spotted a couple other party guests with equally low effort halloween costumes. One guy you saw in the living room passing the open double doors, was dressed in probably the laziest cookie monster outfit ever. A blue baseball cap with giant foam balls glued to them, the dark sharpie pupils pointing in different directions. The only reason the costume was even identifiable was that the guy was making stupid joke references to the kids show to one of the girls he was clearly trying to impress.

At least you could be comforted in the fact that you weren’t that sad. Although you were getting there.

The light at the end of the crowded hall beckoned you. Beyond would be the kitchen, and hopefully a beer which you could nurse for the rest of the night while hiding in a corner where no one would bother you.

The only reason you were here was as moral support for your best friend who had begged that you come out for once. “It’s Halloween,” they said. “Come out and socialize” for once, they said.

Yeah, some socializing you were gonna do. They weren’t even anywhere to be seen and the only other people to talk to were either too drunk to hold a sentence together, or their only interest was getting into each other's pants. No thank you.

Finally reaching the end of the hall, you squeezed your way past some party-goers who had decided that blocking the doorway was more important than having any kind of common decency.

“Watch yourself,” you had nearly knocked one of the guys drinks as you passed through the doorway. You didn’t even bother to stop or apologize, you didn’t want to talk to any of these people. It was rude, and you knew that, but you just weren’t in the mood for politeness.

Every surface of the kitchen was covered. Whether it was the gaudy red plastic solo cups, or the various chip bowls and pizza boxes, not a single surface was unoccupied. Thankfully it was much more empty in here for some reason, then in the rest of the house. Not by much though.

The light hurts your eyes with its oppressive white fluorescent glow, making you squint. The bare bulb flickers slightly as you make your way over to the island counter in the center of the kitchen. Gingerly you lifted one of the lids of the leaning tower of pizza boxes to see a couple slices of Hawaiian style pizza. Go figure that would be the only kind of pizza people hadn’t completely consumed.

Lucky for you, you weren’t that picky.

“Hey, you made it!” A familiar voice called out to you. Turning your head to the doorway you’d just passed through, you saw your friend standing there, having parted the sea of people blocking them much more easily then you had.

They were dressed in a much more elaborate costume then most of the people at the party you’d seen. A very TV show accurate Morticia Addams, complete with the nicely combed wig and curve-hugging black dress. She looked fantastic. You knew somewhere around had to be her boyfriend dressed as Gomez. They’d been planning the whole couple-costume thing for months. They’d changed their concept several times. First it was Bonnie and Clyde, then Mickey and Minnie, and finally settling on the current getup.

“Yeah, work let out a little earlier than expected and I thought I'd drop by and at least try to get a free meal,” Grinning, Y/F chuckled at your comment and made her way over to you, a beer clutched in her hand. “Well, I’m glad there is enough leftovers for you to make it a meal.”

You nod before taking a bite out of the slice you’ve procured. It tastes like cheap pizza always tastes. Greasy plasticy cheese, with the pineapple pieces being just a bit too sweet. The cut ham tastes more like something which is attempting to masquerade as meat rather than the real deal.

“Only the best quality pies here,” Y/F jokes as she sees the expression on your face.

“You don’t say,” you manage to reply between chewing, and swallowing the cardboard-masquerading-as-food before trying to place it down discreetly on one of the used paper plates.

“If you come outside we can get you a hotdog. We started grilling a new batch, and there’s apple bobbing. And ooh I almost forgot about the bonfire.” She was going to drag you outside, and as you looked over out the kitchen window, which showed the backyard, your stomach sank. There was no escaping the masses of people out back. However, now that Y/F had started mentioning all the things she’d set up, you knew you were going out back there whether you wanted to or not.

“Do I have a choice?” Your last ditch effort of asking was obviously in vain. She gave you a look which told you what you’d already known. At least there were hotdogs promised.

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Y/F’s backyard was massive. An open space of evenly cut grass which backed onto a forest which was even more massive. Her house was at the edge of town, isolated enough that the music and mayhem was not going to be overheard by neighbors.

The typically immaculate lawn was packed full of people. As you came out the back with your friend, you could hear now where the loud music was coming from. Someone had made sure to bring a massive stereo system outside onto the deck. A tall lanky kid you recognized from campus was DJing with a clunky looking remote.

Not far from the deck, in the center of the grassy lawn was a truly impressive bonfire burning in Y/F’s fire pit. You’d been over for a bonfire before with Y/F’s family to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night. Her father was English and made a point of making sure his kids participated in some traditions of his own youth.

Little did he know it would be used by a bunch of drunk uni students on Halloween to set the spooky chaotic atmosphere. Or in this case an atmosphere of drunken chaos where more people were attempting to mosh to the ghostbusters theme blasting from the speakers in low effort costumes, then scare each other. Unless your fear was getting thrown up on, or getting elbowed in the face.

“The grill isn’t far off from the bonfire. Come on,” before you could even respond or react, Y/F was already wading through the throng of people. You had no choice but to follow.

Avoiding most of the people messing around in the designated area for dancing -it couldn’t really be called a dance floor- people stepping out of the way as you went. Trying your best not to hit people with your wings was more of a challenge than expected. At least the way they glowed in the fire-light made you noticeable enough that those around you knew to let you through. No having to tap shoulders or push through. That was a small mercy. 

“Cool costume,” one of the women you passed said.

You turned to thank her, and while turning back to your journey across the lawn you were met with the firm surface of someone’s back. The sudden contact caused the halo on your head, which was already precariously placed to get flung onto the ground.

Just what you needed. Mumbling apologies, you bent down to pick up your fallen costume piece. Before you could gather up your belongings an arm leather-clad comes into view, hand wrapping around the headband.

Looking up your vision tracing up the arm to the man who it was attached to. Immediately, your face started to heat up as you locked eyes with the man in front of you.

He was handsome in a dark and mysterious type of way you were sure lots of girls who were into bad boys would begin salivating over. You weren’t that kind of person, you had to remind yourself.

His hair was long and dark, but not as dark as his eyes. It was like looking into two dark pools of midnight, intense with how they held your gaze. Not to mention the face that held those piercing eyes was beautiful, with his strong jaw and sharp contours.

This is who you’d run into? Well… shit.

His outfit felt the most out of place weirdly. More like street clothes than an actual costume. Leather jacket with a leopard clawing its way up the arm which wasn’t currently holding onto your halo headband.

Your eyes briefly lingered on the man’s bare sculpted chest underneath the jacket. He clearly made physical activity a regular part of his routine.

The way the firelight played across his face only enhanced the intensity of the eye contact between the two of you. The shadows played off the features of his face in a way that was both sexy and sinister and you couldn’t decide which were making you feel these strange feelings which were cropping up.

He then smiled, breaking your reverie, holding out the halo to you. 

“T-thanks,” you said, taking it back from him feeling self-conscious all of the sudden under his gaze. “I’m sorry for running straight into you.”

“No problem,” his voice was deep in a way that crawled up your spine and into your gut making your stomach flip. Damn…

Feeling awkward just standing there, you looked around to see where Y/F had gone. You were only met with strangers who had come up behind you, sizing you up in a way that made you feel less like a person and more like an item at a buffet table.

They were boys of varying stature, all dressed in similar punk streetwear to the man you’d just run into. Various shades of black with the exception of one man with a jacket covered in different coloured patches.

“Look what you found here, found a new friend for the night?” The man with the elaborate patch jacket said, giggling as he did and moving in way too close to you, causing you to take a step back.

He was a strange man, long hair which was dirty blonde, curly, in the mullet-esqu style which was popular among the more grungy youths. The shortest of the group, he sure made up for it with a presence that was large. It felt like witnessing the personification of bottled lightning.

“Marko, careful, you're scaring them. Calm down,” one of the other men stepped forward, placing his hand on the shoulder of the shorter man. “Sorry, he can be a lot.” Icy blue eyes held your gaze.

“Uh,” you didn’t know what to say. Friend for the night? What the heck was that supposed to mean? “It’s fine, I mean no problem.”

There was a pause in which it allowed you to take in the man who had addressed you. His bleach blonde hair, long heavy winter coat, not necessarily appropriate for the California weather, and the clear air he gave off of being the ringleader. His energy was infectious and his gaze able to pin you down and make you feel a twinge of fear mixed with an odd attraction.

“I’m David,”  he stuck out his glove clad hand at me, a subtle smirk playing across his lips. You accepted the offer, feeling the strength he was holding back in his grip.

“This is Marko, and yes he’s always like this,” David broke eye contact to look over at Marko who was chewing on the thumb of his own riding gloves, promptly causing him to pull it from his mouth. “And this is Michael.”

The man he signaled to was the only one who’d remained completely out of this little exchange for the most part until his name was mentioned. He was the most sedate, preferring to eye up the crowd around the other men then to pay attention to what was going on, now he had his eyes back on the group, giving you a small sympathetic smile. At least you're sure he knew how you probably felt during this strange exchange.

“Um, I’m Y/N. It was nice meeting all of you, but I really need to find my friend.” Your attempt to extract yourself from this strange group of men must have seemed pretty blatant. It wasn’t that they were doing anything outwardly bad, just that something about them made you feel like a deer caught in the sightline of a predator. You needed to move, get away.

Awkwardly walking backwards, you ended up bumping shoulders with the man who you’d ran into earlier. “Sorry, sorry.”

He chuckled in response, moving to let you pass. His eyes were the most transfixing to you of all the men, causing your gaze to linger on his for a moment before you turned around. Making your way back into the throng of people you felt oddly relieved to be leaving that group behind.

You didn’t want to look back over your shoulder as you went, until you were sure that you’d gained some distance. Finally taking a moment to look around, you realized you had ended up roughly in the area of the grill. There were several cheap folding tables packed with beer, chips and dip. A large punch bowl filled with a dubious substance you knew you weren’t going to touch.

Making your way along the table, you could see Y/F’s boyfriend at the grill wearing an apron over the Gomez Addams classic pin-striped suit.

“Hey Y/N!” your friend called from not far behind the grill, holding two jumbo hotdogs in each hand. “I lost track of you. Where did you go?”

“Just got lost in the crowd, you're a really fast walker you know,” you joked, as Y/F handed you one of the dogs.

“Well, I do have a lot of people to entertain and long legs,” she responded, before taking a bite out of her food. “I didn’t know what you wanted on yours so I just left it plain. You can get condiments over there.”

You looked over, taking in a chaotic mess of a foldout table. Some slightly crusty looking condiments, sad crumbly napkins and a red solo cup which held only a couple of plastic knives and forks.

Picking up the ketchup gingerly, you went about preparing your meal. Moving about the table, your thoughts wandered to mundane things. How you weren’t excited to be going back to work Monday for a double shift at the diner, how Y/F was gonna enlist you in the morning to clean and hassle the hungover part-goers out of the house. Inevitably you would have to spend the rest of your morning before work helping scub puke out of the living room carpet. Just great.

Satisfied that you’d applied the amount of toppings to your liking, it was time to find a seat or at least somewhere out of the way to stand. The thought crossed your mind to just go back inside and hide from the party in Y/F’s father's study, which was strictly off limits. No one would be allowed in on pain of death except for the family. You had been in there once or twice when you'd been over for dinner, and Y/F had gotten permission to borrow her father's telescope. You would both hang in the dark of the office with the giant eye of the device looking out into the night. Y/F’s father would be there of course, pointing out where you should look in the sky to see the different constellations. You'd never been there without him and Y/F before though. For all you knew, her father probably locked the door. It was worth checking out if you could find time to slip away after a little while.

For now you settled for spending the next hour and a half with Y/F, some of her friends from work and her boyfriend. The conversation was good, if not a little stilted by the fact that a couple of them were pretty drunk. It was easy enough to pretend you knew what some of them were talking about with the excuse of eating so you didn't have to answer any questions or comments. Letting the comfort of familiar voices wash over you, allowing some of your composure to return. It was nice to have a moment of peace among good company for a while. It was easy to forget about your problems, but the exhaustion of social interaction did start to nag at you as the hour went on.

A few times your eyes swept over the crowd of guests. It was likely that half of them were people who Y/F knew, and the other was people who had invited friends, who had invited their friends. Strangers who had just decided to tag along for the free beer and company. The party was reaching its peak, with the yard heaving with sweaty bodies of everyone dancing, eating and socializing.

The small comforts of being surrounded by a few recognizable faces started to fade as strangers began joining the fray of conversation. At some point Y/F was pulled away to deal with something, abandoning you to entertain people you had never met before, who were too intoxicated to hold any meaningful conversation with. Now was your chance to take a break. Get some space between you and the throng.

You abandoned your used napkins on one of the fold-out tables as you began to work your way back through the crowd again. This time without bumping into any more strangers, though it seemed strange that you didn’t, considering the closely packed crowd.

As you maneuvered your way towards the house, your eyes were drawn to the people you passed by, almost like you were searching for someone. All you seemed to see were strangers in a variety of costumes mingling, none meeting your eye for longer than it took to politely acknowledge your presence or look away. Only when you reached the house and looked back before entering, did you realize it was the man from earlier you had been trying to pick out of the crowd. However, if he was somewhere out there among the others you didn’t notice. It wasn’t really worth lingering on if you wanted to go find somewhere to take a break.

If the backyard was crowded, then Y/F’s house was absolutely bursting at the seams with activity. The kitchen counters were overflowing with cups, food, and paper cutlery. As you made your way into the front hallway, avoiding the living room, you heard the sound of something fragile smash. This was followed by raucous hooting and laughter. Whatever it was that broke, you hoped it wasn't something Y/F’s parents were going to skewer her for.

The lighting in the hall was dim and murky with a smoky haze that made you cough. Someone, or a couple someone's, had decided that hotboxing the front hall was a great idea. Passing by you met the bloodshot eyes of a clearly stoned Han Solo, with his arm slung around an equally stoned Wonder Woman. Her cheap black party wig askew on her head. There were a couple others leaning around them, partially blocking the stairs. As you passed they moved, lethargic in their countenance. Nearly tripping over one of the stoners legs, you ascended into the upper floor.

It was much less crowded and noisy. Most of the people there were either waiting to use the bathroom, or having their own little huddled quiet conversations. As you passed the guest bedroom you heard the sound of giggling and low moan. Now you'd never be able to look at that room or those sheets again the same way. Gross. Another thing you would have to help wash in the morning.

You could see the door at the end of the upper hall, no one between you and your goal in sight. As you made your way, you noted that no one lingered close by, the door having a piece of paper taped to it saying that it was off limits for guests “on pain of death.” The sharpie all caps must have really hammered the point home, because as you opened the door the sweet sound of silence met you. The loudest thing which met your ears was the muffled base of music.

You shuffled around the room, trying desperately not to knock anything off one of the side tables by the door as you searched the wall for the lightswitch. It was blocked slightly by a picture frame which had tilted, causing you to try steadying it as you flicked on the light.

It was a small lamp which came on overhead, casting a tranquil orange glow across the office space. Your feet shuffled across the throw rug, as you admired the tall book shelves. Stacks of books on all manner of nonfiction topics, most of them academic in nature. There were a couple yellowed spy thriller paperbacks near the bottom of the shelf closest to the large window on the opposite side of the room. The shades were still drawn, the telescope standing before it, waiting for someone to look out into the night sky.

You felt the temptation, the draw towards it, but you knew it was probably a bad idea to open the curtains with the lights on. Y/F might come check, and you’d get a stern talking to for going in the office and trying to escape the party. Instead you opted to pull out the creaky rolling desk chair and sit down while fiddling with the flimsy elastic holding the wings to your back. They had really been chafing and you could see where they had started leaving a red irritated line against your shoulders.

Slipping the elastics off, one snapped, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh. Well, it was only a matter of time before these cheap things broke. At this point removing the halo felt necessary. Maybe you could fix the wings if you bothered looking in the desk for tape or stapler, but you really didn’t think you should touch anything. If you broke something you most likely wouldn’t be let back into the office ever again.

Laying the wings and halo down on the desk it was impressive how clean Y/F’s father kept his workspace. The desk held a glass paperweight that looked quite hefty and a wooden desk organizer filled with a couple folders. Nothing worth snooping through, not that you really felt like trying to bother looking through anything.

Stretching, you felt your neck crack, releasing some tension. It was good to have some time to yourself for a couple minutes. All you’d been doing all day was interacting with people. From customers, friends, and strangers, it had been a lot to process. 

Your mind wandered back to that man you’d bumped into. His piercing gaze had made you feel both like a prey animal caught in the crosshairs of a hunter, and yet, at the same time there had been a thrill to it. Not often did you feel like anyone looked at you with a semblance of interest outside of a passing glance or a friendly smile. For once, having someone size you up was even a little flattering in a strange way. Though there was something strange about the others he had been with.

The way they had all surrounded you was a little disconcerting, and how one of them –Marko you thought– had joked about you being a friend for the night. It was almost like you weren’t even really a person, but a piece of meat. The thought of that curdled whatever sense of elation you got out of your little connection with the stranger you had bumped into. Guys like that were bound to be more trouble than they were worth, and the last thing you needed in your busy life was trouble.

As this thought crossed through your mind, it was like the Gods had heard your little inner monologue, and responded with the lights in the room going out, plunging the office into almost complete darkness. You sat up quickly, causing your head to spin, blood rushing through your ears.

There hadn’t been a sound of the light switch going off or of anyone entering the room.

Stumbling to your feet, you smashed your hip into the side of the desk, grunting, as you reached out and used the wall as a guide to try and find the light switch again. However, when you finally did, flicking it seemed to do nothing. Had the power gone out?

The only light in the room came from a crack within the heavy curtains. Their form letting in the smallest amount of glow from the fire pit outside. At first you could hear some commotion as people seemed to have realized that something was wrong, and there seemed to be some disgruntled booing.

You carefully made your way to the window, pulling the curtains open slightly to see what was happening. The yard was lit by the pit, the grill going strong and some music still coming from a portable radio. However, most of the guests seemed to be looking around wondering in their own little huddles, what was going on.

“Someone get the music working” a voice yelled from somewhere below you. Likely from one of the windows in the kitchen. Vaguely you could make out the heavily shadowed figure of Y/F striding across the yard, with another friend in town, politely mumbling apologies to guests as she passed.

Your eyes followed her progress as she got closer to the house. Before she entered was when the screaming started.

At first I thought it was someone messing around in the darkened first floor. However, that was short lived as people began to pour out of the back door, the first of the stampede knocking Y/F out of the way aggressively.

This only served to further plunge into chaos the already confused crowd of people outside. Most stood in place watching as others ran past, others started running away as well. Most likely in their drunk or high minds they thought it was a fight, the police or they just saw people running and didn't want to get caught just standing around if anything was really wrong.

As the first scream cut out though, more began to join it, along with yells of fear cut off as if severed violently. Among the shouts was also the sound of furniture being thrown, glass breaking. All of it from below you, as a few more people exited. One was a woman who appeared, from the distance to be soaked in something dark. She staggered a couple steps in a daze, before falling forward onto the grass.

The few people near her didn't even bother to check if she was okay, instead opting to turn and run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. The whole unfolding madness made your stomach drop, something cold worming its way into your gut.

The animal instinct the fear you were feeling was what kept you there, in the half light of a slightly pulled back curtain. What got you to move was when you heard the crashing off a window breaking. The thing thrown through it was a strange, almost unidentifiable mass of limbs. Two bodies entwined that fell heavily to the ground.

A man, familiar to you in the firelight. His face smeared with a dark redness, mouth pulled back into a snarl, like some kind of wild animal. Blonde hair wild, face distorted beyond anything human. Below him, the contorted and broken figure of… Y/F’s boyfriend.

His suit shredded along the chest, something looking like deep gashes, –clawmarks perhaps?-- along his skin. What got you to really step back, besides the shock, was the look on his face. A pure mix of confusion and horror, neck ripped to shreds so that it seemed his head was almost severed.

The curtains swished back into place, as you stepped away. The image already burned onto the inside of your eyelids. A permanent mental tattoo which no amount of mental coverup would hide.

Some small part of you hoped that what you'd just seen and the commotion you could still hear was all just a prank. A prank that had gone wrong, but one that was harmless.

Backing up more into the darkness, you felt almost suspended in a void between action and processing what you had just seen. More noise from below your feet, almost violent as more voices rise up. They are incomprehensible, but completely clear in how much terror was behind them. It felt like you were standing in place suspended in the darkness for hours, which in actuality was likely minutes. The hair on your arms raised, body still with only subtle tremors and jumps at any sound from below.

Slowly, painfully so, the noise began to die down, yelling faded. The sounds of breaking glass and ransacking quieted until it felt like you were standing in the deep dark belly of something dead. The only perceptible thing being the hammering of your racing heart-beat in your ears.

You hadn't noticed when the trembling had started in your legs until now. It had become full shakes, causing you to crumple onto the office carpet. Lacing your fingers behind your neck pressing your forehead to the soft fabric and taking in deep breaths. 

You weren't going to panic, you had to keep it together. Whatever was going on couldn't be that bad. Or, at least if it was bad, it was over now.

The panic was sudden though, as if it was in reaction to something outside your perception. An animal fear which your subconscious had picked up on, but had yet to communicate to you in any tangible, logical way.

Until you heard it.

The smallest of shuffling, like fabric rubbing together softly. You almost wanted to dismiss it as something your mind had conjured up in the following silence, after so much chaos. The floor made a soft creaking sound, which made you perk up so you were looking into the almost pitch black gloom of a barely lit space in the office.

You could make out nothing but blackness in a space between two bookshelves where the sound had come from. For a moment all you could do was look and hope, maybe you were wrong about something being there.

There was movement in the black. As if resolving itself out of nothingness, a tall figure moved towards you. No clear features could be made out, but it didn't matter. The shiver that worked its way up your body was enough to awaken your flight response.

Up from your knees you quickly backed up away from the advancing form until you smashed into the back of a side-table. The lamp placed upon it came crashing to the ground. Back to the wall, hand scrabbling for the handle to the door you must have looked down for a second on instinct. 

In that split second the figure was upon you. Up close you could smell musk and the faint acrid smell of smoke burning your nostrils. The force with which the arms of this person grabbed you were so aggressive you knew it was likely going to leave a bruise.

You let out a cry as you felt the nails of this stranger dig into your skin, drawing blood, body slammed onto the wall knocking the breath out of your lungs. They had crowded your personal space, leaning their body flush to yours, head burying into your exposed neck.

You pushed against this attacker, feeling the overwhelming heat of them against you, as if they were suffering from a high fever. Their hair brushed against your cheek, something scraping your neck. Stubble possibly?

For some reason in your messed up terrified brain found that it wanted to focus more on how much the scratching tickled then any other sensation.

“Get off me!” Your voice was lower in volume and cracked at the end with the bubbling terror in your gut. The scratching lead way to lips brushing your tender flesh, finding that sensitive spot, making you flinch away.

In response one of those talon-like hands moved, with inhuman swiftness from your arm to grasp your head. Tangled in your hair, you were forced still as your neck was wrenched to the side painfully to create easier access.

Tears prickled your eyes as you tried using your now free arm to push and scratch at the person holding you. But it was like trying to push against a stone statue, as if gravity had multiplied the weight of not just your attacker, but made your weight meaningless.

“Please,” was the last word you were able to work out of your lips in a strangled whisper before the scratching sensation began to overwhelm you again. Slowly it bloomed from an irritating tickle, to an itch, to finally a slow rising burn. As if a mosquito bite had evolved first to a bee sting and then a knife being driven down your throat.

The pain was radiant, stunning in its ability to dwarf any other feelings, almost euphoric. It was as if all your body had ever known or had been was this singular moment of sharp suffering. The feeling of something hot, and sticky touched your lips, working it's way into your mouth and on your tongue.

The taste, reminded you of the smell of oak burning and steel. The substance worked its way down your spasming throat. Your last thought before consciousness left you was how you wished you could scream.

To be concluded in part two…