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gglitch1dd · 3 months

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Cheating DILF Izuku

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Note: This is just an angst story. IT IS NOT CONFIRMED PART OF MY STORY. It is not CANON. Izuku would NEVER cheat but if he did... it would be like this. I wrote this just to watch people cry.

Warning: Child loss, grief, Infidelity, Absent parenting,

You felt him shift behind you as his alarm rang. It was early in the morning and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and out of bed yet. There was a whole ocean of space between you and your husband. A gap that had not been crossed or touched in over six months. It felt so cold to even try and move from your side of the bed because you knew that the person you were reaching out to was just as cold and if not, colder.

You heard your husband get out of bed and move towards the bathroom to get ready for work. There was no more slow morning sex, or waking up in his arms or to kisses. Anything and everything was work or the kids. That was all it seemed your marriage became in the span of six months.

You let out a heavy breath as you slowly sat up in bed. You looked to the right over to the family photo on your side table. You, your loving husband and your five boys. Something that seemed so far away despite the portraits having been taken just a year ago.

You got up out of bed and moved to go wake up the boys. You knocked on each of their doors, making sure they would be awake to get to school. You moved to your youngest’s bedroom. The four-year-old was still very much asleep which you were glad for. You moved over to where he was asleep in bed, his eyes closed. You gave a sad smile, but you were glad he was so blissfully unaware of everything else.

You moved to head downstairs, getting bento boxes ready and also breakfast. It was the same routine but something was always different which you couldn’t help but be grateful for.

Just as you fried the eggs, your oldest sons came downstairs.

“Morning mom!” Asahi greeted as he moved to quickly kiss your cheek and immediately went to grab plates to set the table. You smiled at your eleven year old son, already dressed in his gakuran.

“Morning ma!” Another kiss went to your cheek as Hero, your seven year old came and passed by, grabbing cutlery to put at the table, seemingly already in conversation with Asahi. You smiled over at him.

Finally walking over to you, in not as much as a rush than his younger brothers was Toshinori, your eldest. He gave your shoulders a squeeze and a kiss to your cheek. “Good morning, ma.” He easily picked up on tending to the other frying pan, grabbing his apron with one hand so that he could help you. He did it without being told and yet you always felt so grateful for his help. He looked at you with kind eyes and curly green hair. “Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?” He asked.

You smiled over at him, so grateful you had such an attentive eldest son. “I slept fine, thank you Toshi. I hope you slept well too.” You wished as you turned off the stove you were working at and turned to finish your husband’s bento box.

“I slept well.” He told you sweetly. “Did… did any email or mail come in yet?” he asked.

You turned to Toshinori with a smile. He had been eagerly awaiting a letter from UA. You were just grateful that with everything that happened the last six months, your son managed to still train and go to the physical exam to enter UA High School. Although you were pretty sure it was a guarantee that he would enter the school, considering he had your husband’s quirk due to him being born quirkless too, Toshinori wanted a fair and equal trial just like everyone else. He wanted to be deserving of it and in every way he was.

You turned to him shoving him gently. “Hey…” he turned to you with slightly anxious eyes. You took a deep breath and he mimicked you. You took a second before you both breathed out. You smiled. “Everything is going to be fine. I told you, you’ll be the first one to read it the moment I get it.” You promised him. He nodded his head with a smile. He opened his mouth to speak but the heavy sound of footsteps interrupted him as finally your husband descended from downstairs.

“Morning dad!”

“Morning kiddos.” Your husband let out, his voice less chirpy than it was six months ago. Midoriya Izuku walked over to where you were in the kitchen, automatically grabbing a flask of hot made coffee that you had made for him. He was in his own world again. His eyes distant but his actions were trained. The autopilot you had all been on, kicking in.

You knew you wouldn’t receive a good morning from him.

You barely got him to notice you half the time now.

You cleared your throat as you closed his bento and packed it away. “Izuku, remember Asahi’s science project at school. The viewing is at two.” You reminded him as you grabbed a can of soda and placed it with the rest of his lunch that you packed.

“Y/N, you know I can’t make it.” You heard him talk as he grabbed an apple as makeshift breakfast, not bothering to have breakfast with any of you anymore.

You looked at him with a pained expression. “Izuku, you promised you would go.”

You heard a sigh come out of him as he grabbed his bag and finally looked at you, stopping for five seconds. Your large husband felt so far away from you despite not being more than three steps away from you. “Y/N, I’m the Number One hero of this country. I don’t have time to always go to every recital and function.” He reminded you.

You felt annoyance bubble up inside you as your eyebrows furrowed. Your grip on your apron tightened as you looked up at him. That was always his excuse nowadays. “Izuku, you have been so busy with work lately. It would mean the world to him if you showed up. He’s been getting into arguments at schoo-”

“Y/N, I have a meeting in less than an hour.” He dismissed as he started to turn to leave the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try make it if I get time.” He waved it off as he headed towards the entrance hallway, leaving you and the boys alone once again.

You bit back the emotions of annoyance and disappointment as you let out a sigh and turned to do something else, ignoring the boys and their silence as they watched. That’s how mornings were like now. Either Izuku buzzing by too fast to even get more than a sentence out of him before he’s out the door, or he’s never there entirely.

It had been like this ever since your second youngest, Shoyo had passed away.

A villain had attacked his primary school as revenge against heroes including your husband. Your little boy had sacrificed himself along with Hanta and Mina’s youngest child, Sero Kimiko. It was a dark day in your group of friends to lose two six year olds, innocent and pure. It was a horrible incident, an even more horrible case. Your husband and other heroes were on the scene one minute too late.

It was a horrible time for all of you. You barely could call yourself a human after the funeral and even during the hearing of state vs the class A villain, Jigsaw. You don’t remember most of it, all you knew was that you didn’t even get to see your little boy’s body one final time before cremation, because there simply wasn’t anything to hold.

You couldn’t imagine the horrific sight your husband saw that day, but he only truly began to change once the court ruling had happened and Jigsaw was sentenced to the death penalty. Your husband had moved further and further away from you, almost as if being near you and the boys was torture.

You couldn’t understand it at all, but you always made excuses for him. Even when it was Toshinori’s fifteenth birthday and Izuku wasn’t there. You told your son everything under the moon to make him understand, and he did. Because he loved his father that much. But there was only so many excuses you could give for so long.

With all the kids at school and you having taken Koda to kindergarten, leaving you alone for a few hours, you decided to clean Izuku’s study. The grand room was filled with papers and books, his laptop monitors all on from the long night he spent in here after coming home from patrol. You didn’t even know how he kept on moving when it seemed like he barely slept in your own bed. You didn’t question the times he wouldn’t come home for days on end, always saying he spent his nights at the office.

You ignored the smell of perfume on his hero suits too.

You walked into the room, moving to clear his desk and the multiple mugs of empty coffee. You moved to clear all the clutter, moving classified documents into a pile where he could find them all. He worked hard, it was something you always admired about him. It was the reason why the crime rate had more than halved in the last six months.

You heard a message pop up on his monitor. He had long time connected his phone to his computer, he said it made it easier to access things sometimes. Izuku also had a habit of leaving things on when he wanted to get back to it but always getting so whirled up in his head that he never did get back to them sometimes.

You made the ugly mistake of looking up at the monitor, your eyes reading before you could stop yourself.

You didn’t move.

You didn’t breathe.

You watched as message after message popped up.

Suddenly it felt as if your entire world had fallen underneath your feet.

Izuku dragged a hand through his hair as he came in through the door. It was past eight and no doubt, dinner had already been eaten in the Midoriya household. He had gotten so caught up in work and other matters that time just washed by. But that’s just how time seemed to pass ever since…

His eyes automatically went to the photo in the entranceway that sat beside a candle that was always lit no matter the time of day. A photo of a little boy, not older than six, with the brightest green eyes and the biggest smile. Hair so big and curly it almost swallowed him up whole. Inko had told Izuku when Shoyo was born, that he looked the most like him out of every single one of the boys, with the same sparkle in his eyes and smile that reached the stars.

Looking at him now only made Izuku feel nothing but never-ending guilt.

Taking off his shoes, Izuku got into the house. It was that soft time when homework was either being done or the boys got to destress before their busy days tomorrow.

“Dad!” Izuku turned to see his eldest. Toshinori had his hands in his pockets as he walked over to his father. Every day it seemed like the boy was getting taller, although he still hadn’t hit that particular growth spurt. He’d probably get it in second year of high school, like Izuku had. Toshinori seemed a bit apprehensive, knowing how his father seemed much more rougher than he was before. But he couldn’t blame him. Something in all of them changed six months ago. “Evening.” He nodded his head.

It took Izuku a second before mustering up a smile. “Toshi, how was school?”

Toshinori gave a look of surprise which hurt Izuku. How long had it been since he asked his son that question? “G-good!” He let out with a smile, so excited that his father asked. “It was great! Yah, Kane and I got moved into the first team for rugby! Coach said I could really get better as long as…” A soft blush went to his face as he scratched the back of his head. “As long as I learn to stop accidentally activating One for All when I get too worked up.”

Izuku let out an amused scoff but put a hand to Toshinori’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I struggled with that too even now. Just practise what I’ve already taught you and find a way to box it whenever you’re playing.” He advised. Toshinori perked up, his eyes as bright as stars as he smiled, glad to receive something from his father today. When last had he checked up on Toshinori and his use of One for All? Izuku felt sick at the thought. Izuku looked up to the empty kitchen. “Where’s mom?”

“Oh! She told me to tell you to meet her in your room. She said she had to talk to you about something. I’m not sure what.” He shrugged. “Must have to do with Asahi’s fight.”

Izuku nearly had whiplash as he turned to look back at Toshinori. “Fight? What fight?”

“Asahi got into another fight at school during the showcase. Didn’t tell me what about though.” Toshinori shrugged, but underlying worry in his demeanour.

Another?

Was this a frequent thing? Since when?

Izuku opened his mouth to speak but Toshinori beat him to it. “He’s been in his room since after dinner.”

Izuku nodded. “Thanks Toshi.” He turned to head straight upstairs. Izuku moved immediately straight into his mind at all this news. Fights? Since when did his eleven year old get into fights? Why wasn’t he told? Izuku was confused as he opened the door to your shared bedroom. He needed a shower and preferably a long night’s rest, but first he had to get down to this issue on Asahi. Your husband stepped into your bedroom. “Y/N, what is this I’m hearing about Asahi-”

“Close the door.” The tone in your voice had the green haired Number One hero freezing. It was eerily calm. It was horrifying because the only times you ever spoke like that was when you were angry. His eyebrows twitched as he looked to you as you sat on the other side of the master bedroom. The fire place in your bedroom was lit, which confused him because he didn’t think it all that cold to light a fire. Your eyes remained forward, your back towards him as you stood in the otherwise dark room. “Close the door, Midoriya.”

“Midoriya?” Izuku was confused. You hadn’t called him that since before you started dating, since third year of UA actually. It was an odd thing to hear come out of your lips, especially since you were Midoriya too. Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stepped forward. “Y/N, what’s going-”

“Close the door.” This time you said it a bit more firmly, but you were careful not to shout considering your door was still open.

Izuku complied, closing the door behind him, because like everyone in your family, there were rules to your household. One rule was that only under emergency circumstances was your bedroom door to be opened without knocking or permission from the both of you. Another was that your bedroom was the one neutral place where you could both talk to one another openly and freely without worry of the kids and having to be mindful parents.

Or at least it used to be.

The room was silent and tensely so. You looked down at the fire the entire time, nothing but the sound of the burning of wood was in the room as you both stood at opposite sides of the room.

“Do you remember…” Your voice started, nearly startling your husband that felt as though he could break out into a sweat in any second. “When we started dating, you used to write me letters.” You spoke softly and yet Izuku could hear every word. He noticed then that there was burnt papers in the fire place and papers in your hand still. Pages of handwritten letters, of ink and passionate love sat in your hands. “Pages upon pages of images of your thoughts and emotions of me. Each one different than the other. Nothing was the same and yet they all carried the same undeniable feeling of you… Midoriya Izuku, the man I fell in love with.” You spoke with such delicacy, almost as if that feeling of receiving them was fresh inside you. “And yet,” Your grip on the papers grew hard. “Not even more than half a year after our fourth son’s death…” You tossed the papers into the fire, not even looking back at them as they crumbled and charred under the heat.

This was the first time Izuku saw you since coming back and the image of your face is something he would have scarred into him for the rest of his life. Tears flowed from your eyes, and yet the only look he could see on you was pure anger and disgust. You looked absolutely broken and Izuku knew in that moment that you knew.

“You cheated on me.” You whispered with such anger it almost felt like that was a slap in his face entirely. “Why?”

It was a simple question, and one that Izuku didn’t have the answer to. Izuku was shaking. He was as pale as snow and fear brimmed in his eyes for the first time in a long time and yet you didn’t care. He closed his eyes and breathed. “You know how hard it’s been for me these last few months. All the headlines and everyone saying that I wasn’t fast enough to save him. I… I’ve been swallowed up with guilt and grief.”

“You don’t think we all have?” You asked coldly, making him stiffen. You stepped forward with a scowl on your face. “I stay here and take care of our home, of our boys. Our boys who have the same face as their brother and I have to fight the urge to cry at every waking moment because I see him in their faces!” You shouted pointing at the door. “I’ve been grieving!” Your hand went to your chest, painfully so but you didn’t care how hard you squeezed. It didn’t compare to the agony in your heart that only reignited. “We’ve all been grieving! I’ve been begging you to talk to me! Telling you not to listen to the headlines and talk to me! To talk in therapy! You have no excuse!”

“I was weak!” He shouted back at you, angrier at himself than he could ever be at you. “Like always! Ochaco was there just as a friend and then it felt so easy just to talk to her and unburden with her and then…” He couldn’t say it. It felt too real if he said it. It was all just a dream to him. A fantasy he could indulge in for a few hours out of the agony. It meant nothing to him, not like how you mean the world to him.

You shrugged. “And then what? You tripped and fell into her cunt? What, Izuku!”

“I don’t know!” He shouted back at you. It was silent for another moment. “How did you find out?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess it doesn’t.” He closed his eyes as he swallowed down the heavy pill.

This was it.

This was the end.

He had ruined everything all because he felt too much of a failure to face you and would have rather run to someone else than to you. His loyal and faithful wife. His loving wife. The woman that had given him everything. He felt a tear slip out of his eye as he looked down at the ground. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. Not when you knew. Not when you looked at him with the very thing he wanted to avoid in the first place.

He wiped his face. “Where are the divorce papers?” He asked in a whisper.

There was a beat of silence before a scoff came out of you. You folded your arms as you stood before him. “Divorce papers?” You asked almost as if it was funny. “Oh God, no.” Immediately, Izuku looked up at you in shock. You shook your head almost as if the very thought was unthinkable. “No. I’m not going to order a divorce. Do you know why?”

Izuku knew better than to give you a real answer. He decided to stay silent as he shook his head. The sound of your shoes on the floor was deafening as you walked forward to stand right in front of him.

You pointed to the picture on your bedside table. “Because of them.” You stated honestly. “Because of the four boys that we still have. That is the reason why I’m not getting the best divorce lawyer in this damn country. That is why I am not packing my bags and taking my children far away from you so that they can hate your actions just as much as I do.” You emphasised. “I love those boys more than I care for my own sanity and soul. I love those boys so much, I am painstakingly aware of the fact that I can never divorce you because I would never be able to take care of them without you. I love them so much that I know that they love you as if you hung the stars, Izuku!” You shouted at him, tears flowing down your face. A hiccup broke your voice but it didn’t stop you. “They love you so much and yet I know it would kill them to know what you’ve done! I refuse to let our sons hate you the same way you hate your father.”

That cold hard truth came crashing down on him like ice water. It chilled him to the very bone, and stirred his stomach making him feel sick.

Your jaw shivered with emotion, but you kept your head held high. “That is why I will not divorce you. I do not wish to inflict whatever more emotional trauma they could have after the last six months. So this is what is going to happen.” You folded your arms as you looked up at him. “Oh Izuku stop crying.”

He jolted as he hadn’t realised that there were tears flowing down his face. He moved a hand to his face, feeling the wetness of tears against his skin. He looked back at you. “Thank-”

“I don’t want to hear it, because I don’t care.” You cut him off quickly shutting him up. “I don’t care if you have every girl in the whole of Japan wrapped around your finger, but those women will never set a single foot into this house or into our children’s lives, do you understand me? If word gets out about this, you damn believe I will drain you dry Izuku. I will make sure that there is nothing left of your legacy that you have cultivated.” You hissed with pure intent in every word you said.

Izuku nodded his head pathetically scared of you (rightfully so). “Y/N, I promise you, I’ll never do it again! I’ll go to therapy again! We can go together. I promise I’ll change and-”

“I don’t care because you will never touch me sexually again.” You told him flat out. “We will act, we will pose, we will sing if we damn have to, to make our boys and the rest of Japan believe that we are somewhat of a functioning team at least until they are all out of the house. But Izuku know this…” You stepped forward as you looked up at him.

This was the man you had fallen in love with. A man who held your heart in the palm of his hand so easily that it was probably foolish of you to have loved him as much as you did. You loved Midoriya Izuku. You loved his smile, his muttering, his large scarred hands that held a world full of problems but still held you tenderly, you loved his laugh, you loved his heart. You loved the man standing in front of you.

“I love you.” You let out brokenly, taking the both of you by surprise. You nodded your head with a smile, a smile so broken it looked wrong on your face. “I love you, and you are the father of my children and my partner, but you will never again be my husband.”

Izuku didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he didn’t breathe. He was stuck there like a statue but you still continued.

“Now…” You brushed down your front. “I have to go give Toshinori his acceptance letter to UA. I advise you clean yourself up first before you go anywhere near my son.” You moved to walk right past him, your shoes deafening as you walked out the room closing the door behind him.

Izuku was motionless still, even without you in the room.

This was a worser fate than a divorce. Being trapped with the love of his life and never feeling her love back in return. Being married but never being your husband ever again.

“Morning mom!”

A kiss went to your cheek as you were finishing up breakfast. Toshinori smiled at you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “Good morning, mom.”

You let out a chuckle, trying to fill in the void and hollow feeling inside you. You grabbed your eldest son, bringing him into a hug as he laughed. “There’s my hero!” he grabbed a hold of you, picking you up off your feet making you shout in surprise. You had forgotten that with One for All he had also inherited his father’s strength. “Toshinori!” You shouted out in surprise. “Put me down!”

He laughed and held you tight, but put you back on your feet. You couldn’t help but giggle as he moved to switch off the stove and grab plates out of the cabinet. The heavy footsteps of your husband were heard as he descended from upstairs. You didn’t bother to look up at him.

Izuku looked a bit less like the mess you left him in last night. You had told him that for the night he wasn’t allowed in your bedroom, and he would stay in the office he cared about more than you in the last six months. He wore sweatpants as he kept one hand in his pockets and came down.

Asahi looked up from where he was setting the table. “Morning dad!”

“Morning buddy.” Izuku forced a smile to his face as he walked over to the table. He pulled Asahi in for a hug making his eyes go wide in surprise. The other boys looked at their father confused but didn’t say anything. “How did you sleep?”

“…fine.” He answered, glancing at you. You shrugged, acting to be oblivious. He did the same thing with Hero as well, before coming over to do the same with Toshinori.

Toshinori looked up at his father in surprise. “Morning dad… is your shift later in the day?” He asked as he noticed his father’s rather casual attire. He normally would just sleep in or rest more and let the four of you have breakfast by yourselves.

Izuku hesitated but shook his head as he moved over to grab an extra plate, noticing that the number of plates Toshinori had gotten was just for the four of you excluding him. “No.” He answered rather blankly. Izuku took his plate as well as the other plates that Toshinori was holding and went to go put them on the table. Asahi noticed the extra plate and went to go and grab more cutlery.

Breakfast was finished and so you all moved to the table. You kept notice of the time, wondering if you should wake up Koda or not. You sat next to Izuku on his right side like before, as he sat at the head of the table. Toshinori sat beside you, not wanting to sit on the other side of his father today. Your three eldest boys sat quietly, not touching their plates either as they looked between you and their father. You looked to Izuku and for a moment your husband froze.

That was the look you always gave him whenever you all used to sit at the table together. You would sit together and you would let him lead. Izuku felt horrible knowing that you were perfect. You always used to make it so important that the boys learnt from him in being a good male figure, no matter what. And yet as you looked at him now, all he saw was emptiness in your eyes. Rightfully so.

He cleared his throat and smiled. He put his hands together. “Thank you for the food.” The boys quickly followed afterwards before you all started eating. You sat posed and composed as if last night wasn’t one of the worst nights of your life. Izuku looked up at the three boys. “Actually boys…” He started.

The three of them looked up, heads of green hair perking up as they looked to their large Prohero father who sat at the head of the table. You were quiet as you let him say whatever piece he wanted to say. Whether he wanted to tell the boys or not, you wouldn’t intervene.

“I owe an apology to all of you.” He started. Toshinori’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He glanced at you with an emotionless expression but then looked back at his father. “To you and…” He motioned to the three of them before moving to look at you. You put your hand down silently allowing whatever he was doing. He put his hand over yours, squeezing it and yet you didn’t squeeze back. “And to your mother. The last six months have been…” He paused. A heavy pause that everyone felt. “Difficult for all of us and I haven’t been around as much as I should have. I’m sorry about that. And so… I’ve decided that I am taking some time off.”

All the boys whipped their heads to look at you as if asking you if it was true. You shrugged. You didn’t know either where this decision had come from, but you were glad that it seemed like he was making true to whatever dribble he had tried to sprout out last night to you.

Toshinori hesitated but looked back at his father with an optimistic look on his face. “That’s… That’s great dad.” He smiled. He looked to his brothers.

Hero and Asahi seemed more excited than you had seen them in a while. Hero nodded his head. “Yah! And just in time for break too! Maybe we can go on a road trip!” He spoke out an idea.

Izuku laughed but nodded. “I was thinking more of a vacation but whatever you boys want.”

“Oh!” Asahi perked up. “What about Australia?”

Toshinori shook his head. “Nah.” He took a bite of his toast. “Mom hates the giant spiders.”

“How about Greece?!” Hero suggested. “Mom was watching Mamma Mia two weeks ago! That place looked so cool and blue!”

You watched the boys bicker about a family vacation which brought a smile to your face. You were glad to see they were some semblances of happy for the first time in a long time.

Your eyes flicked down to where Izuku had his hand over yours still. You gripped his hand immediately taking his attention. You smiled at him as you leaned forward closer to his ear. “Good job, honey.” You said, enough that if the boys looked it would have been innocent, but Izuku knew what that was. He didn’t need it spelt out to him.

You placed a kiss to his lips, brief and to the point, making the boys gag. “Ew!”

“Mom! Please not at the table!” Asahi let out in deep exasperation.

Izuku was still for a moment, tears burning at his eyes. Your kiss was fake. Your praise was fake. Everything was a show, a play for the boys to be happy. You were still disappointed in him. You would always be disappointed in him.

He let out a shaky breath and smiled. “Hey! Leave my wife alone.” He said jokingly.

No matter what, he’d carry for the rest of his life, the fact that he had disappointed you.

-Glitch1d

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tteokdoroki · 12 days

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tw ! slight age gap, reader is older, cheating, fingering, smut.

hello going on a business trip or to a conference, escaping your mundane life and the marriage that brings you nothing.

you’ve really gone on this trip to get away from your dead bedroom and the spouse that treats you like nothing more than a money maker.

which leads you to having a chance encounter with bakugou at the bar of the hotel your conference is at. you remember him from one of the panels — he’s young for this field of work but incredibly handsome, has brilliant red eyes that draw you in like magnetising poles, he makes you laugh and from your belly too. he’s everything your current spouse is not, there’s a spark inside you that you haven’t felt in years and bakugou knows it too. he makes you feel beautiful and seen and all he’s done is buy you a drink with a sour olive in it.

you find yourself stumbling behind him after one too many drinks, katsuki guiding you back to your hotel room — the good man that he is. you’ve both got panels to attend tomorrow morning at 9am sharp. it wouldn’t be wise to spend the rest of the night basking in booze and one another’s company. but when you get the door, failing to slip your key card into the slot — the blonde’s hand touches yours to help you get it in and all sense of logic is lost.

you no longer feel drained by mundane life waiting for you back home, you no longer think of your boring spouse in currently sleeping in your marital bed where they fail to make you feel loved. from the moment katsuki’s hand had touched yours, all you could feel was electricity, the longing and the wanting you’ve been desperately craving.

his lips drag sweep across your skin in heated motions and they find pleasure spots you’re not sure you even knew existed. bakugou’s fingers map out every inch of your body as though he may never touch you again, they dip past the forbidden band of your a-line skirt and write secret promises of pleasure against your clit because you’re married and the both of you know this is wrong.

one touch turns into another, dull and thick fingers stretch you open and graze your g-spot with an ease your spouse could never find. you e never felt this good, your lashes flutter against katsuki’s neck as he holds you to his chest and finger fucks you to the high heavens…because you’re just a hardworking woman who hasn’t had her pussy ruined in a long time, not like you deserve. he grins when you cream on just two of his fingers, such a good girl, so easy to please.

“such a pretty girl… such a hard worker ‘n no one to take care of you,” the blonde purrs into your ear before pushing you into the plush pillows and blankets below. there’s a gravel in his voice that raises at the heartbeat between your legs, not to mention the perfect view of him loosening his shirt and tie above you. “s’that why you’ve fallen into bed with the youngest guy here. ‘cause i got what it takes t’keep up with ya, yeah? make you feel better than that poor excuse of a fuck you got back home?”

bakugou grins slow and sexy when your hips rise from the bed on instinct at his words and he kisses you just to reward you, a poor touch starved little thing. its hungry and sloppy and messy and somewhere in the mix of his tongue wrapped around yours and your hands in his hair — the blonde has ripped through your stockings and slipped his aching, dripping slick cock past your quivering entrance.

he feels like home inside you, feels you up to the brim and sends your eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. every stroke is calculated, every piston of katsuki’s meaty girth purposive and intentional — crafted to make you see stars with every jolt of your body up the bed. you can’t go back to regular old life after tonight, you won’t be able to go back to the way things were without picturing bakugou’s tie hanging loosely above you and hearing his deep moans echo throughout your mind.

that night you leave marks on one another that you’ll be hiding for weeks, smiling at when no one is looking, reminiscing the sinful experience shared in this very hotel room. there’s too much passion in the room for this to just remain a one time thing, too much emotion behind the act saliva swept lip lock or love bite left below the line of future clothes to be worn.

you know that you won’t give katsuki up especially when he kisses you as you cum together, thick white seeping between your swollen and ravaged folds.

you’ll do anything to be underneath bakugou like this again, even if it means planning fake business trips every other weekend to get away from your spouse and get fucked to the high heavens by your young hot colleague.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x you #bakugo smut #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabble #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugo x you #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #yeah idk what this is immm #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted #tw: cheating

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Accidentally ruining Alpha Bakugou’s relationship with his now ex mate.

Not because he cheated or even because you're too close to each other. In fact, you're practically strangers.

Just an Omega who was in a desperate situation that he couldn't leave out of guilt. It's not his fault your home was collateral damage in that villain fight, sure but you lost everything. He felt almost obligated to help until the city found you new housing as mandated.

Unfortunately, it's kinda hard to explain the hotel room and nesting supplies on your bank statement to your mate. Well, it's not hard, but convincing her you weren't a threat was. No amount of distance or an introduction could convince her he wasn't cheating. Hell, she even had his location, and she still didn't believe him because “I'm not stupid, you probably had Kirishima take your phone so you could see your little slut!”

That was his final straw, it's one thing to be understandably upset, another to call who he is as a person and Alpha into question. Not to mention completely unnecessary to drag others into her delusions.

Now he's in your hotel room to drop off new clothes because again, you lost everything. He's newly single and not looking to jump into anything, but he sees why his ex was so worried about you now.

You chirp excitedly at his gifts and it hits him that this is why every Alpha he knows tends to go overboard with their courting gifts. That look of pure genuine joy. He can't get it out of his mind, he doesn't remember his ex ever looking at him like that.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #alpha bakugou #a/b/o #omegaverse #emotional cheating

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roxy-writes · 1 year

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dabi would def eat you out or finger you while you're calling your boyfriend about to break up with him. like he'd try so hard to get you to moan while you're breaking the news. he'd start out with just two fingers and then pick up the pace and start rubbing your clit every time you stuttered. and if he got you to cum while you're comforting your now ex-boyfriend he wouldn't stop to give you a breather, he'd just keep pumping his fingers and digging the heel of his hand into your puffy clit.

#bnha x reader smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #dabi x reader #dabi smut #tw: cheating

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drefear · 11 months

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Tears Don't Fall (Bullet For My Valentine)

Let's go!

Katsuki Bakugou loved his wife more than anything. More than everything. So why?

Why did he do that?

Now she was on the ground of their home, their penthouse. Being a pro hero had given him the world, but she was his world and he did everything he could for her. Gave her diamonds and lavish clothing, spa trips and vacations. And in return, she had been loyal, given him two beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness.

Why did he do that?

He had no idea, but she was broken. He had broken her. Done the worst thing he could have possibly done and gotten caught.

On a national fucking television site.

It was weeks ago, but it was just so much. A villain had targeted the school his kids went to and he didn’t get there until Midorya and Todoroki had, already working on getting survivors and victims out. He was lucky, his kids knew precautions and he had trained them on what to do, so they’d gotten out.

But Midoriya’s… they weren’t as lucky. Midoriya had three, another on the way, and his middle child had gotten stuck between a falling piece of fire and a wall.

Bakugou couldn’t stop playing Midorya’s face over and over again. He felt responsible for some reason, maybe if he’d gotten there on time then they’d have had enough hands to save all of those kids. Now he was on those stupid tubes and machines and Bakugou was crying at his desk. As he wrote the paperwork, his eyes wouldn’t stop smudging the black on his face. The only thing he wanted to do was hold his kids close at that moment. Hold his wife.

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

But he was stuck in this stupid fucking office, and when the secretary knocked on the door, he lost all restraint. Grabbed the edge of the desk, he flipped it and she shrieked. He quickly regained control and slammed the door shut, knowing it wouldn’t look good if his anger got out. He’d worked too hard to get that under control since high school, he wouldn’t let it get him now.

And then she was close to him. That tiny stupid blonde that always fucked up his lunch. She didn’t make it like his perfect wife.

But his hands were too shaky. He couldn’t sign what she had for him, he couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t-

He couldn’t push her away when she kissed him. He couldn’t stop when she touched him, held him.

He needed comfort and he couldn’t stop anymore, he was too far gone, too high strung.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

A week later, a call came in through the telecoms of his office.

“You have one week to get me 2 million dollars or that video plays on youtube.” His hands felt shaky again, and this time it wasn’t rage. It was fear.

“I’ll have it to you in an hour, delete it immediately.” He said instantly.

“An hour? Maybe I’m making this a bit too easy. How about 20?”

“Do you want the money or for me to be scared? Because congrats, dumbass you did it. Delete it.” Bakugou was straining to not break the tiny office phone in his hands. His chest was heaving.

“I want you to feel pain like I have. I want you to lose something.”

Bakugou knew it. It was a sudden realization but he knew it.

“Don’t. Please.” he begged and the laughter that came through was loud, strained. Insane.

“Cmon now, Ground Zero! Don’t be so boring, you’re usually the life of the party!”

Bakugou knew it would end with that stupid tape being public, but he didn’t think it would be this bad.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

He saw it first when he was walking on patrol, someone glaring at him. He shrugged it off. Heroes were a controversial topic for everyone, he chalked it up to just that. He continued until he heard sounds. Pornigraphic sounds. Playing from that same person’s phone, he approached them.

“Hey, you can’t be playing that shit-”

“Ugh! Mr. Bakugou!” The phone sound rang out and his eyes fell to the screen they were previously looking at. It was a stupid little pink phone case, but he was on screen. And so was that blonde. And he was running. Fast. He had to tell her before she found out like this. God, he knew he fucked up, he knew this was it, but he couldn’t let her find out from a fucking TMZ video.

The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

Getting back to his office, he saw the blonde and sneered at her, then realizing she was bawling her eyes out. She must have seen, she was probably embarrassed. Young, dumb, she wasn’t in a good position either. He didn’t have time for her. He had to get home. Bakugou grabbed his clothing and bolted for his car.

He sped. He didn’t care. His world was crumbling and he needed to at least make sure one last piece wasn’t completely shattered. The only piece that mattered to him.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

When he got home, he recognized Midoriya’s car and rushed to the top floor, his home. “DEKU!” He shouted and looked around after bursting through the door, seeing Izuku standing casually dressed in his kitchen with his children in their pajamas. He was holding some food and his kids ran to Bakugou.

“Daddy!” They smiled and hugged him, as he bent down to hold them back, but his eyes never left Izuku’s. And Izuku’s were just as focused, shooting daggers at him. He deserved it, but he needed her right now.

“Go to your rooms, bratz.” He chidded and patted their backs as they went off, Izuku tucking one hand in his pocket. They stood in silence and then Bakugou heard it.

Ururaka’s voice, Momo’s consoling, and his wife’s cries. A part of him was crushed, turned to dust that instant. He was too late. Again. His fists shook by his sides and then raked through his blonde spikey hair.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

“Deku-”

“Just go. Go in there and look at what you did for yourself.” Izuku leaned back against the counter and looked at the ground. “Ochaco and I are taking the kids tonight. They don’t need to see this.” And with that, he headed towards Bakugou’s kid’s rooms. Bakugou couldn’t even speak, his throat was dry.

And his feet moved towards his bedroom door. His body shuddered, tears already streaming down his eyes. Knocking at the door, Momo was the first to answer. She opened it and stared at him for a second, then moving aside and walking out of the room.

“Ururaka, let’s go. It’s time.” Momo’s voice was quiet. Bakugou didn’t move as the women brushed past him without a glance, then hearing his kids leaving with the three other pro heroes.

Once the door shut, he felt empty. It was time to face her. Face his mistakes, and own it. And accept her choice.

He opened the door a crack and saw his greatest fear.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

She was in a ball on the floor, still as beautiful and perfect as the day they met, but this time, heartbroken and small. Her hair was a knotted mess, clothes stained with tears, hugging her knees to her chest. She was holding something, but he couldn’t make it out in the dark.

He made small steps towards her and got on his knees before her, just grabbing her and holding her close. He didn’t know if he would ever get to again.

This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over one more time

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…” He whispered over and over and over, her whimpering the only other sound. A moment of this and then her cries roared, like she was being tortured, and he flinched. His own tears were blurring everything for him, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. “Please, baby… please. I love you, I swear, I was just distracted and I couldn’t get to you, and I was guilty about Midoriya and I just wanted to get home and see you, but then she walked it and I lost it, I lost it-” He was rambling, much like that damn nerd, but not about quirks, about his own fucking mistakes.

A crack sounded out through the room, echoing off the walls. His face was sore, her hand leaving a red imprint on his cheek. He stared at her and her face was a combination of horrified and sad beyond comparison. He just closed his eyes and sniffled.

“Do it again.”

“What?” She whispered.

“Do it until you feel it’s just. Hit me, kick me, punch me, I don’t care, just don’t- don’t stop loving me.” His eyes went back to hers and her body crumbled under his. Her hands fell against his chest weakly and her eyes closed again, his hands moving to cradle her head. “I- I can’t…” She answered and Bakugou felt happiness for a split second before her next words ruined it. “I’m trying to… But I can’t.”

Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

His world was over, nothing mattered, and whoever took that video was going to die. “C-Carry me to the shower… please… I can’t walk and I just- I just want to-”

“Shhh I got it.” He answered and picked her up as she asked, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her on the tub. He saw what was in her hands now. It was his tie from their wedding night, and his heart ached again. He began to help her undress, seeing the bags under her eyes and how red and puffy they were from her salty tears, lips dry and split from crying. Her hair looked like she’d run her fingers through a million times, almost painfully so. He hated seeing her like this, not when a month ago, they were planning their ten year anniversary. She was like a doll, so small and fragile right now, porcelain in his big, calloused hands. Her body looked hollowed, like she hadn't eaten yet that day. He stayed quiet, turning on the water and feeling it until it was her comfortable level of warmth.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

After a moment, he lifted her and let her settle in, moving to let her relax in peace. But something caught his hand, and he looked back down at the fragile woman in the tub.

“Please… come in with me… I don’t want to be alone right now… I-I don’t have… the strength.” She mumbled and he sucked in a breath, pain surging through his veins. He hated this, but he would do anything she wanted. Forever.

Removing his shirt, he felt the stress of the day hit him, muscles sore from work and then this all. He moved and took off his pants and underwear, shifting his weight and finally stepping in. He slid her forward slightly to sit her between his legs so he could hold her, cradle her as best he could.

He felt her lean back and his hands moved to touch her skin, massage the ache she must have been having from sitting on the floor in a ball. He pushed the image away as he focused on kneading the woman’s tension. A comfortable sigh left her and he felt a swell of relief inside of him. This was… good, to say the least. They weren’t fighting, she didn’t hate him, and he was seeming to do almost everything right. He leaned his forehead to her temple and let his eyes close, feeling her reciprocate and nuzzle in closer.

“Forgive me…” he whispered, “please… I can’t live without you.”

“Katsuki…” Her voice cracked as she said his name, his hand brushing the wet hair stuck to her face behind her ear. “I want to… I do…”

“Then I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, to get you back, to keep you with me…” he answered, the rasp in his voice always soothing her, reminding her who she was talking to. “I love you too much to let myself ruin this…” She nodded at his words and he left a kiss on her temple, where his forehead had been, while a tear rolled down his cheek.

After a bit of just silence in the bathtub, he got them both out and dry, then helped her change into pajamas and brushed her hair. He’d take care of her, make sure she didn’t do anything for herself. After that, he went to the kitchen and called his office.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home (tears don't fall) Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come

“I’m taking two weeks off. Fire the girl, make sure my next assistant is a man. Cancel everything in my calendar for the next few weeks. My phone is going off and it’s not turning back on until I get back. Understood?”

“Bakugou,” he heard Sero’s voice, then a sigh and Kirirshima in the background, “do what you gotta do man, just don’t fuck it up again.”

“Get her back, and man up to it, dude. I believe in you.” Kirirshima spoke after the other and there was a second of quiet.

“Thank you guys. I owe you one for this. Really.” His grip on his cellphone tightened as he spoke and he knew they didn’t know how to react to his sensitive side. Only she did. “I’ve got to go.” He hung up and grabbed water and her favorite snack, chips and ketchup. It was so weird and gross and unnatural to him, but she loved it and he loved it because she loved it.

Going back into the bedroom, he put down the water and the bowl of chips, sitting across from her.

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered.

“No, you’re depressed because I’m an ass, take one bite and I promise you’ll realize how hungry you are.” One bite turned into three into ten into the bowl, and soon it was empty. He brought it to the kitchen and went back to her, standing next to the bed. “I think- maybe I should sleep in the guest room.”

“But… I’ll get cold…” she mumbled, “I mean, I just- I haven’t slept alone… in almost ten years…” His heart was jumping with joy. Holy shit, this was good. He nodded and moved to get in next to her.

“I won’t touch you unless you-“

“Shut up, Katsuki.” She finally spoke directly and with volume, “just shut up.” And she pulled him close, head on his chest as she grabbed the light remote and hit a button, putting them in the pitch back darkness. He was stiff, a bit scared to move. His wife had never been a direct person, so gentle with her words and actions, but this made her really toughen up and set him straight. He relaxed and left a hand on her head, petting her hair and soon she was asleep.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

Bakugou didn’t sleep at all. He was watching her the whole time, admiring her, praying that this would never end. And when she mumbled his name in her sleep and pulled him tighter to her, he knew. He would do everything for her. There was nothing in this world that could keep him from her, and he would make damn sure of that forever more.

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou angst #angst #cheating bakugou #bakugo angst #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #drefear playlist

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bagels-yummm · 1 year

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listen i LOVEEE ANGST but where ARE THE ANGRY Y/NS ???? U CAN CRY OVER HIM CHEATING ON YOU BUT IM TRYNA SEE YOU BUST THE WINDOWS TO HIS CAR, SLASH HIS TIRES, BURN HIS CLOTHES, ETC. WHERES THE RAGE ??? WHERES THE ANGER ?? I WANNA SEE YOU GO HAYWIRE !!!! CHANGE THE LOCKS W/O TELLING HIM, MOVE OUT W/O HIM KNOWING AND PRETEND HE NEVER EXISTED. I NEED THE ANGER !!!!!!!

#x reader #fanfic #haikyuu!!#angst #angst cheating #tokyorev x reader #haikyu x reader #mha angst #haikyuu angst #tokyorev angst #IDC WHAT FANDOM ILL READ ANYTHING W THIS PLOT PLEASE #ANGER !!! RAGE !!!!#REVENGE ARC #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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tootiecakes234 · 6 months

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Part 2

Warnings: cheating Katsuki (not on you tho, but with you, eventual smut next part)

Bakugo’s POV

" I'm not going anywhere with you. You're an asshole. All I've done since meeting you was try to be your friend but you seem to hate my guts." she was trying to speak calmly but the more she spoke the more pissed off she sounded.

"I don't hate you. Its just..." I tried explaining but there was no way for me to explain without sounding like a lunatic.

"Just what?? You know what, it doesn't matter. Its cold as shit out here and I don't want to fight with you. Please leave." She spoke to me but she was looking right past me.

"You're right. It is fucking freezing. Let me in and we can have a conversation like adults."

Oh that did it. She went from nonchalant to pissed.

"OH!! So now you want to talk like adults. Ive known you for months now and the entire time you've treated me like shit for NO! FUCKING! REASON!"

Her hands were moving and her brows were furrowed. She looked like she might actually be able to kill me right now and I should probably be scared or at least on some type of high alert but all I can think about right now is hot she looks when she's mad.

Ive never even seen her really irritated let alone this irate. The way her lips were moving and her tits jiggling because she's talking with her hands.

I was moving. I could feel myself moving but I couldn't register why.

"And another thing, I haven't even do- mmmph"

My lips where on hers and the only thought in my head at that moment was that I couldn't believe her lips were even softer than they looked. They melted right up against mine. She was perfection.

She was shocked at first but before I knew it her lips were moving against mine. My arms slipped around her waist and hers around my neck. She reached one of her hands into my hair and deepened the kiss. She tore a deep groan from my throat that I was surprised came out of me.

We started moving together and stepped inside her doorway. I used my foot to kick the door shut. As soon as the door closed she pushed me up against it.

Fuck, I could feel my dick hardening. Ive never had a girl be forceful with me in the slightest but this feeling, like she wanted me bad enough to take it. My hands started roaming.. everywhere. Everythingabout her was soft and malleable. Fucking amazing.

She ripped her lips away from mine to catch her breath but I wasn't gonna let this moment slip away. I did what I’ve been wanting to since I first laid eyes on her and pressed a kiss to each of those plump cheeks of hers. After that I pulled back as well to breathe. When I looked at her face again she was grinning at me and I laughed because of course she was.

Everything was so perfect... until my phone started ringing.

I was going to ignore it, but the ringtone... I fucking knew that ringtone. I'd set it just for her. I have a habit of not answering which is why I set it up, so I'd never ignore her calls.

Fuck.

"Are you going to get that?? Also what kinda ringtone is that? sorta embarrassing dontcha think?" She was chuckling but I couldn't find the humor in it.

What the fuck had I just done??

Im tagging everyone who commented on Part: @ssplague @thedondiva45 @plutodestr0yedme @sweetblueworm @bakugou-katsukis-wife @hwanin https://www.tumblr.com/neverseenbeforee

Thank you guys for the support. Working on part 3🫡🥰

Part 1

#bakugou x reader #imagine #mha fanfiction #bakugou drabble #drabble #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo headcanons #fluff #cheating Katsuki

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fireheartwraith · 1 month

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I don't understand people who say Bakugou's bullying got to extreme physical levels to the point that he would burn Deku. I get saying that for ✨️angst✨️ in fanfics, but I genuinely don't think that’s the case in canon. I think the most extreme his bullying got is exactly what we saw: verbal abuse and destruction of property. Which is still bad, by the way (this is the way I was bullied too, so I know it's not fun), but also aligns more with his personality

Bakugou may be brash and aggressive but in some ways he is also a goody too shoes. He was top of his class (still is top 3 at UA) and knew that to achieve his goals of becoming number one hero and going to UA he would need a clean record. He stops his friend from smoking next to him just in case people smell the smoke on his clothes and think he was the one doing it, he would NOT be physically hurting Deku in a way that can so obviously be traced back to him.

Even if the teachers did nothing about the bullying, students are not supposed to use their quirks in non-hero schools, so he would at least get in trouble for that. There’s a reason he waited until there were no teachers around to bully Izuku. He’s too smart to leave any evidence of it on Izuku's body, as Izuku himself points out that Bakugou telling him to kill himself was reckless because if he did do it Bakugou would get in trouble.

TLDR: please stop thinking angst fanfics are canon, Bakugou was not going around burning Deku and breaking his arms

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #character analysis #i guess #i'm not saying “stop doing this in fanfics” btw!#it's just that we as a society need to learn to differentiate fanon from canon #otherwise we go around and starting judging characters based on things they didn't do and so the whole fandom looks stupid #it's like getting mad at your significant other because you dreamed they cheated on you #if you want to hate a character feel free to do so just make sure the accusations are accurate

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dabislittlemouse · 10 months

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Omg my head is empty thinking about reader being hawks sweet lil girlfriend and has this like really sweet innocent, exterior and she’s just like bubbly n shit but that’s really not how she actually is so one thing leads to another and Dabi just can’t help himself and they end up fucking like rabbits on hawks bed🤩

(Hawks is also like a terrible boyfriend😁)

NNHGHGHG I LOVE THESE SCENARIOS SO MUCH IDK WHY

Hawks thinking how sweet his girlfriend is, how lovely and cheerful, he'd never think that you would actually cheat on him with Dabi out of all people.

It's such a nasty thought, Hawks waiting for you to pick up the phone, thinking to himself that you might be busy. Little does he know you're getting your brains fucked out by Dabi, as your phone keeps ringing Dabi keeps thrusting deep and hard inside of you, encouraging you to answer your boyfriend's call :3

#B’s inbox🦋#ON HAWKS BED AASHDBSJDN #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi smut #tw: cheating #dabi x reader #dabi x you #bnha smut #mha smut #x reader #hawks #keigo takami

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bkghq · 2 years

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eeeeeeek omg ! ! he will be LIVID :')

everyone by this point is aware katsuki's the most loyal partner u can ever get its a fact.

PR stunt or not he will NOT fake relationship with anyone else when he's alr dating u.

he will be so mad "I need a new fuckin' management, i dont give a fuck if i have fuckin' contract with 'em, ask 'em how much money they want and tell 'em to scatter away and never show me their faces!" yelling to his secretary, who is sweat dropping and wants the world to swallow her whole on the spot.

she meekly nods and runs away to handle the situation. being the clingy boyfriend bakugo is, he will immediately call you, telling you about the whole situation that went down.

you even tho are a bit taken back by this still, you try to calm him down, "it's 'kay 'suki maybe you should agree to it, after all they want what's the best for you 'n your image."

"ha?! no, are ya dumb?? image or no image 's not 'bout that, how can i stoop so low and go with some other extra when i have the hottest and the best one at home, the management can take their proposal and shove it up their asshole." he grumbles rolling his eyes, which you can feel through the phone call.

your heart bursts at his words because on god he is the best boyfriend you couldve ever asked for.

"i love you 'suki, can't wait to see you after work."

"i love ya too dumbass, now i gotta go, have to fuck this management up, fucking extras, i'll see at home, bye." he says, and u can hear his footsteps through the call.

"bye 'suki." you softly say before disconnecting the call.

THNX 4 READING <3 RBS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED ໒꒰ྀི ⁰́꒳⁰̀ ꒱ྀི১

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fontanacollymore · 7 months

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Heads Rolling For the One I Adore: Pirate! Aizawa x Female! Reader

Rating: 18+ for direct references to sexual assault, bodily fluids, intercourse etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Direct mentions/depictions of sexual assault. This fic is very special to me, and, while it doesn't fit directly into the canon of my AU anymore, it's still one of my most personal fics, and I've converted it from an OC/Canon fic to an Reader/Canon fic to share it with you all. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, consider this your warning. As always, Chisaki is the villain of my fics, so, if you don't like that either, consider this your warning as well.

Notes: I posted this a long time ago as an oc x canon fic, but deleted it not long after. I've edited it a bit to re-upload it as an x-reader. If you somehow encountered this fic in the past in its original form, welcome back. This fic is complete, and part two will be uploaded in the next week or so.

Shouta always prided his rationality.

From the time he had been a cabin boy, Shouta’s level headedness and self-discipline were his most valuable traits on a ship. Having been orphaned at a young age, Shouta acquired the necessary street smarts to survive the real world before grown men learned the same hard lessons. He’d been valued on various ships for his intelligence, often being consulted by much older and experienced officers for his strategizing. No one was surprised when the young cabin boy rose to the position of commodore shortly after his twenty-seventh year, becoming the pride of the royal court of Musutafu, and, in his ten year career of corralling unruly cabin boys, Shouta had never once met someone who could provoke him to abandon his reason.

The young lady rubbing at his ankle with her silk stockinged foot, however, was getting pretty damned close.

Shouta had told you to behave yourself during dinner, that he would take you on the ship and present you with a gift or escort you into the city if you were a quiet little lamb. He knew you were capable of being quiet and very sweet when you wanted to be. He knew this dinner was going to bore you to death, and he had bargained with you for that very reason. For all Shouta had known, the two of you had reached an understanding.

And then you showed up to dinner.

Shouta had never been one to control you. After all, he made no secret that your wild nature had been one of the things that’d drawn him to you. He had little interest in a housewife that would want to sit around a manor all day and bear his children while he was being tossed about the sea. He’d always been keen on taking his wife with him whenever he sailed, and Shouta knew his lifestyle required a very special kind of person in order for a relationship to work. You fit all of his qualifications very well since the day he’d met you, and, because of your suitability to him, Shouta had decided that he’d be willing to put up with your intense moodiness and the tumult that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

Shouta had given you vague qualifications for your attire that amounted to nothing more than please do not embarrass me only to find that your individual definitions of embarrassment couldn’t have been more dichotomous. If you’d merely shown up to dinner exposing the breast you were oh-so fond of, he might have been able to laugh it off and make a joke about your reputation preceding you. You were funny after all, and he would have been able to work with that.

However, when you stepped out of your carriage in that red silk dress, appearing so scandalous yet so innocent with its tapered hemline around your knees, Shouta didn’t know how he was going to be able to get through the dinner. Surprisingly, only the top eighth of your breasts were on display, making an appearance if you shrunk your shoulders a certain kind of way. Nothing about the dress outright screamed improper. In fact, it was very suitable for your age: cute and mature all at once. What really drove him mad were the silken stockings you wore with the little white bows traveling up the seams that disappeared up right at the hem near your perfect thighs. He almost scolded you when he looked into your eyes and saw your mischief was clearly intended; moreso, as a reformed hellion, you were allowed to get away with this kind of behavior by society.

It only makes everything worse when you begin to rub his leg.

Shouta knew that taking a young woman who’d been educated on how to be a mistress to wife was going to be an interesting turn of events. He’d never met someone who was so well-mannered and yet still knew how to break all the rules of polite society. Upon agreeing to your father’s request to see his daughter, Shouta had expected nothing more than a girl who’d had the life beaten out of her who would go to bed premaritally with him and could give him a child by the year’s end. While you were absolutely willing to do both of those things, you did them because you wanted them without ever factoring him into the equation. He liked that you were as wild and untameable as the ocean he’d been so well acquainted with since childhood.

Most of the time anyway.

“There are other people here.” Despite the words being hissed out through bared teeth, you only titter, continuing to lift your little foot up and down his leg, your plump lower lip tucked neatly between your front teeth.

“They’re not paying attention, Shou,” you whisper, scooting your chair another centimeter over just as you’d been doing the whole night.

“They’re paying more attention than you think,” he replies gruffly, gently nudging your foot away from his leg. You only frown, throwing a quick look over at the rest of the table before reaching your hand over to him, resting the silken gloved hand on his thigh, your thumb tracing his dress pants. His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath. “Y/N.”

“‘S boring here, Shou,” you mumble, your big doe eyes looking up at him imploringly as your fingers begin rubbing in more concentrated patterns. “Can we go, please?”

“Soon, little one,” he whispers, hoping the pet name would soothe you, but, when your hand travels further up his thigh, he realizes it only satiates you the way your dress does him. “Y/N!”

“Please, Shouta?” you ask in that sweet voice that destroys every ounce of Shouta’s self control.

Damn it all to hell.

“Swear to God, why are you so damn difficult?”

The words sound like an insult, but the two of you know better than that by now. He can never be annoyed at you, not if he tries, and he never, ever wants to be. You’ve sunk your claws too far into him by now for him to be anything other than inflamed by you, even if the things you set ablaze are his temper rather than his passions.

That’s why, when he drags you by the wrist from the table, something that should be so keenly embarrassing, you only giggle. You throw your head back, sending a flurry of hair in the air like (h/c) flames, and laugh because you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into, and you love every second of it. Nothing can embarrass you anymore, even being dragged away from a very public ball by your not-yet husband only makes you writhe with joy, and it’s one of the many reasons Shouta loves you. You’re wild — no matter how hard he could ever dare to try, he will never be able to domesticate you.

And he loves it. It’s single handedly his favorite thing about you.

“Because if I were easy, you wouldn’t like me,” you chime from behind him, and Shouta knows without a doubt that you’re telling the truth. He no longer concerns himself with responding, knowing words are just inane babble now. His eyes are too busy darting everywhere, looking for servants or, even worse, gossipers. He finds the hallway clear and, fortunately for him, very dark. The party is confined to the main hallway, and Shouta wonders why no one ever attempts to lock the doors until he realizes that he’s no different than anyone else. The doors remain unlocked for people just like him and you who are impatient and would risk societal destruction rather than wait for the party to end. He even debates going back to the ship, a mere ten minute carriage ride away from the Todoroki’s banquet hall, but he knows that by doing so he would commit a grave offense of manners. While infidelities and fornications can be forgiven and forgotten, insults are far, far worse, and Shouta can’t risk insulting his potential future brother in law.

“I’m not even dressed badly, Shou,” you argue as he presses you against the dark corner and shields you with his body before the first kiss is pressed against your mouth. Once more, Shouta knows that you’re telling him the truth, but his own truth is that he would have been less scandalized had you shown up stark naked than looking so preciously indecent. Dressed in finery, you only remind him of how beautiful you are and how pathetic and pointless his life was without you in it.

You can’t have sex in the hallway. Shouta knows that’s too much of a risk, but he buries his face into your neck regardless, hoping that your smell is enough to satisfy him. It never is though; your entire being is his aphrodisiac and his worst addiction wrapped up into one nice red little package, adorned with pretty little bows all along your legs. His forehead hits the wall behind you both, his arms forming a cage around you as though running away is anywhere in your thoughts.

If his self-control doesn’t restrain him, though, something in your demeanor shifts at the very least, your little gloved hands tugging at the shoulders of his waistcoat. You want to be held, and Shouta obliges by lifting you, hoping that the tenderness of the proximity will do something to satisfy him until the night ends. You obviously don't want him exactly in that way right now or else you would have been trying to shove the coat off, and, once you’re securely around his waist, you do nothing more than bury your face into his shoulder as your soft little breaths serenade him. He’s almost annoyed really, knowing fully that your ruined status would have permitted you to sit in his lap after dinner when everyone had a few drinks brewing within them.

“All of this for an embrace, Tea Cup?”

You grumble at the nickname, grabbing fist fulls of his hair, and he chuckles knowing it's the one thing that he does that bothers you. You’ve been together for months, and, while you can draw maps for him and memorize star patterns, you can’t make tea the way he likes. It’s a miracle you even try after you spilled boiling water on him during your first official meeting, and you don't like being reminded of it.

“You just got back.”

Shouta knows that’s what this is about before you even say it. You never make a secret of your distress when he’s gone for long periods of time, and, truthfully, he didn’t even know if he’d return in time to see his sister in law join society as an engaged woman. You nearly knocked him from the pier when you heard he arrived, a reaction he’s grown used to even if he doesn’t fully understand it. The fact he’s even engaged still feels so surreal to him, and what’s even more bizarre is the fact that Shouta knows you genuinely care for him.

He tightens his arms around you, rubbing your velvet and silk back as best he can given the awkward position. “I’ll be landbound for a month,” he assures you, “then it’s one more trip, and you’ll be coming with me after that. It’s not much longer.”

You pull away, frowning — not in the spoiled sense like you’re angry at him, but in the way that you’re obviously trying not to cry. You look almost cherubic when you make that expression, like a sad little angel begging him not to sin with your imploring doe eyes and rosebud mouth. Shouta so badly wants a child with your features despite not being certain he could take a small being with your face and mannerisms asking him for anything. He already has a difficult enough time telling you no.

“I don’t want to think about that,” you whimper into his shoulder, and Shouta wishes he’d never gone to sea for the first time in his life. He almost opens his mouth to say something else when the lights come on, and he freezes, turning his head in the direction of the now lit gaslight. The room is still shrouded in a thin layer of darkness, and Shouta knows if he presses you further into the corner, the intruder won’t entirely be able to see who you are. However, you go stiff in his arms, trying to obscure your face in his shoulder, a behavior uncharacteristic of you even when caught. Something is wrong. Shouta knows it.

“The party’s down the hall,” the intruder states, his voice mature but still young sounding, and Shouta realizes immediately they’re roughly the same age. The man is dressed nicely, his auburn hair neatly styled on top of his head, but what strikes Shouta most are the three golden earrings occupying the man’s left earlobe, the designs of them indicating a man who travels quite a bit. Shouta cranes his head over his shoulder and throws the man his best “Thank you, now I am currently occupied” glare to which the man only smirks.

“The Todorokis request your presence at the table. They’re about to break open bottles of sake.” Shouta sighs, realizing that you’re caught as he drops you down onto the floor and prepares to take your hand only for you to push yourself flush against his body and cling to him for dear life. His suspicions are confirmed when he tries to urge you forward only for you to press your slippers into the floor and shake your head when he tries to move you. He casts a look at the man, who stands there and watches the scene with mild amusement, his left eyebrow raised at you.

“We’ll be there soon,” Shouta assures the uninvited guest, who vanishes slowly down the hall, throwing a glance back at them every so often until he reaches the ballroom doors and opens them as a further flood of light enters the hallway. Shouta looks at your face only to find it distorted by either fear or darkness or both in the fleeting seconds before night fills the room again. You’re heaving into his chest by then, his large hands coming to rest on your back before you allow him to lead you back down the hallway. Shouta knows he’s not going to get an answer out of you for several hours, but that doesn’t stop his mind from racing even as he leads you back to the dining table and allows you to have a drink to calm your nerves.

However, even as your throat bobs with heaping swallows of alcohol, Shouta can’t ignore the thousand yard stare in your eyes.

Stars illuminate the ship by the time you return to the boat, the celestial bodies gleaming like specks of white fire along a canvas of black as Shouta leads you onto the ship. Your ritual is established by this point: he undresses, and you receive whatever shirt he wore the day before. However, unlike other nights, this one is quiet, something that unsettles Shouta even more as you quietly pick up the white cotton shirt from the ground and throw it over your head before dragging yourself to the large canopy bed and sinking into its depths. Shouta trails your movements, gazing with concern as you disappear under the bed sheets after washing your face in his water bowl, your vague silhouette a mountain beneath the sheets.

He watches you, wondering if he should even bother with questions and skip to demands. It was that man, something about him scared you to death and rendered you unable to function for the rest of the party. You’d left as soon as it was polite enough to do so, yet even escaping the ballroom did nothing to alleviate your nerves.

You cocoon into a little ball, and that’s when Shouta decides he’s had enough.

“What happened back there, Y/N?” he questions, and your body stills beneath the blankets, only daring to move after a second and only poking out enough to gaze at him from a hole in the sheet.

“Nothing,” you reply, and Shouta offers an eye roll in response.

“Something happened,” he argues, voice stern, “something with that man. I know it did.” Your eyes widen in horror, as though you’re genuinely shocked he’s figured it out so quickly. His stern gaze continues to watch as you pull yourself from your mountain of bedsheets, strands of your hair sticking up from the static while others cling to the sheets. Regardless, you’re a sight to behold in Shouta’s eyes, a damned piece of art he wishes he could replicate on canvas and attach to his wall. He’s thought about having a painting done of you, but Shouta knows that absolutely no one else can see you the way he does, and he still doesn’t know if that realization angers or relieves him.

“It all happened a long time ago,” you finally admit, your fingers twiddling together in the familiar way they do when you believe you’re in trouble, “really, I don’t know why I’m behaving like this.”

“That’s not telling me what happened,” he presses, swiveling his desk chair around to face you. Usually, he would be curled up in bed with you, but the night has him so pressed he can’t bring himself to relax yet, not until he knows exactly what has you so worked up. You hesitate a moment, lying back against the pillows but never submerging beneath them.

“I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore if I tell you.” He contemplates the words, the realm of possibilities already narrowed down to a few options, none of which Shouta considers to be very good.

“I still want to hear it.”

“His name is Kai,” you begin, and, though your body is right in front of him, something about your tone and the look in your eyes is vacant. “He’s a duke’s son. I — we — he’s the reason I went to finishing school.”

The word choice is interesting, and Shouta notices it immediately: he’s the reason I went to finishing school. The pattern is vague, but he nonetheless contemplates you for a moment before turning back to his desk, a sense of near relief washing over him as he reaches for a quill, believing he has this all figured out. “I see,” he replies, offering her an out if you desire to avoid further conversation. Shouta knew of your reputation before he agreed to eventually take your hand in marriage. It never bothered him then, and it doesn’t bother him now. “There’s nothing for you to be scared of, Y/N.”

“There’s not?” you question, your focus returning to your body and, more importantly, to him. Shouta shakes his head, standing as the swivel chair squeaks beneath his removed weight and moving over to an armoire to collect a fresh vial of ink.

“I already know everything about you. He couldn’t tell me anything that would bother me.” He watches your expression to confirm that his suspicions are correct, and he’s relieved when your shoulders relax some, your presence materializing in the room further. Shouta nearly asks you to come help him with his cartography, believing the issue to be over with until you speak again.

“Shouta, why is it that you ask so many questions whenever we have sex?”

It’s a very blunt question, one that stalls his brain for a minute while he’s thinking of an answer while also trying to interpret it correctly. His eyes furrow while his shoulders give a vague roll before he answers. “What do you mean by questions, Tea Cup?”

“The first time we had sex, you wouldn’t stop asking me questions,” you explains, your animatedness returning, “no one ever told me that men ask where they can expel their seminal—”

“Yes, yes, I understand what you mean now,” he sputters, averting his eyes while also feeling shame that he’s damn near thirty and gets embarrassed by how blunt you are about sex. He palms the back of his neck, your serenade of giggling reverberating in his ears and putting him somewhat at ease. He straightens in his chair, wondering why you’re even bothering to ask such a question before gazing at his maps. “I want you to be comfortable with me.”

His response silences you again, and Shouta half expects to hear you crying as you usually do over what he deems as common sense answers to basic relationship questions. However, when no response comes to him, he looks only to find you staring at him as though you’re in the middle of a realization. “No one else ever asked me questions like that.”

It’s times like these that Shouta feels the most badly for you, these moments when he’s reminded that you’ve been chewed up and spat out by society’s standards. He could kill your reputation just as easily as all the other bastards had; after all, you both have done much worse than what got you expelled in the first place. But it’s when you’re vulnerable and honest with him that Shouta is reminded that you want nothing more than to be loved — a base, human desire that got abused.

He sets the vial of ink back onto the table and settles onto the edge of the mattress, and you waste no time coming to lie your head in his lap as he begins a steady rhythm of stroking your hair. “Listen to me,” he murmurs, “I know this doesn’t matter right now, but I’m telling you this in case something ever happens to me—” You stop him right there, your head lifting from his thigh with an offended, unsettled look.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“No, this is important,” he argues, “I want you to be taken care of if something ever happens to me.” You look ready to argue but lower your head and allow him to drag his fingers across your hair. “Not every man is going to ask you questions like I do. Most of them don’t care.” You nod from your place on his thigh, rubbing at the skin exposed from where his nightshirt doesn’t cover him entirely.

“I know,” you murmur almost in a bored way, “I had a man ejaculate on my breasts after I told him not to.” Shouta’s fingers stop threading in your hair, never daring to remove themselves and only staying stationary. This is different than all the other times you’ve been blunt with him even if you aren’t fully aware of it. He assumes the worst but quickly attempts to push the thoughts away. He’s sure it’s nothing, sure that it was just an accident, so sure that he keeps his voice remotely steady when he asks:

“When did this happen?” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal.

“Right before I went to school.”

“Was it with that man?” It’s then that you begin to hesitate, your own circular rotations of your finger against the coarse hair of his thigh coming to a halt as you shrug again.

“Yes,” you respond in an uncomfortable, awkward kind of way, “it was the last time we ever did anything, though. Please don’t worry about it.”

“I am worrying about it,” he mutters, “just not for the reason you’re thinking.” Something in your demeanor switches at that point.

“I told him not to. We snuck away from a party, and…and he wanted to see my breasts, so I let him.” Your fingers start brushing his thigh again, but the movements are more intense and unfocused. “Then he wanted to put his…cock between them, and I said yes as long as he didn’t finish on me.” Your fingers stop moving again and instead choose to grasp at the hem of his shirt, and Shouta notices your voice beginning to crack. “It was so gross and sticky, and it got all over my dress, and everyone knew, Shouta….He said he didn’t want to get it on himself.”

He’s seeing red at that point, blood pounding in his ears, the tempo of his heartbeat reverberating in his throat so intensely that he’s almost positive he’s going to blow a vessel in his neck. The image in his head is so palpable he swears it's manifested in front of him, and all he can picture is his fiancee in your pretty little red dress, humiliated to death with that bastard’s seed staining the front of your gown. It’s disgusting. You’re ruined in the mental picture in front of him, ruined with tears running down your pale cheeks, creating trails in the makeup and raccoon patterns under your eyes.

And Shouta wants to kill him. It’s the only thing that can sate his brain right now — allowing the violent images to run through his head calms him down a little, but the relief is temporary. Someone needs to do something, do something before someone else gets embarrassed and sent away for his behavior.

He needs to do something about it.

His rage must be obvious, for, when he feels a slight tug at his shirt and looks down, you’re gazing up at him with wide eyes. He already knows that you assume he’s angry at you, and the realization that his rage isn’t without consequence chills a little of his anger. His hand loses itself in your hair, and he swallows down the swelling in his Adam’s apple before pressing a kiss to your face. He can’t say anything to you —- bless your little heart, but Shouta knows you can’t keep secrets, particularly when they involve you. Your nervousness abates when his mouth touches you, and you sit up further into his chest, resting your head against his right pectoral just mere inches from the sound of his pounding heart beat. “Are you angry at me?” you question as his large hand clamps down on the side of your head and brings it to rest against his collarbone. “Not at you.” Never at you.

#aizawa #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #pirate au #eraserhead x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #dark content #dead dove #aizawa smut #mha x reader #happy birthday daddy im sorry for cheating on your with darry

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shootsforsun · 1 year

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falling in love with:

bakugou katsuki

contains: angst, fluff

now playing: je te laisserai des mots by patrick waston

falling in love with bakugou is snarkiness, pushed roses in your face and a tch

falling in love with bakugou is a stuffy dinner date, a walk in the park after

falling in love with bakugou is playful arguments in the hall, and harsh teasing

falling in love with bakugou is annoying meet the parents, realizing where bakugou anger came from

falling in love with bakugou is getting used to intense teasing and somewhat harsh comments

being in love with katsuki is mall dates, him spoiling you

being in love with katsuki is food being shoved under your nose when time seems to whisk you away, with a growl telling you to eat

being in love with katsuki is him glaring at anyone who looks at you wrong, hand tightening in yours

being in love with katsuki hangouts lasting long into the night, a show on tv and cuddling under the blanklet

being in love with katsuki is… easy, then it’s not

being in love with katsuki is distant as time wears on

being in love with katsuki is energy being spent on a falling relationship

being in love with katsuki is worrying on the couch after midnight, waiting for him

being in love with katsuki is waking up in the morning by yourself, where katsuki would once be in the kitchen with food only silence greets you

being in love with katsuki is a shared home being a home for one

being in love with katsuki is not easy, not at all

falling out of love with katsuki is your items slowly disappearing from the place

falling out of love with katsuki is staying at friends houses as you cry on their couch

falling out of love with katsuki is hard, full of tears

falling out of love with bakugou is an argument turning into a breakup

being in love with bakugou was being in love with stranger, two strangers living in the same house

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mhathotfic · 3 months

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“You shouldn’t be texting me so late princess, don’t want your little boyfriend to get ideas right?”

Bakugou’s answer to the oddly late message he got from ‘you’. He knows that your boyfriend probably swiped your phone to try and confirm his unfounded suspicions.

If it’s actually you, you’ll tell him to cut the crap and grow up. If it’s your little loser boyfriend, you’ll call him in another 20 minutes to call him insane and yell at him for chasing off another boyfriend.

You’ll get over it either way. He’d rather you get under him instead, but you “don’t want to mess up our friendship!”

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #tw toxic behavior #emotional cheating

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short-black-diamond · 2 years

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The other woman. (part 2)

Previous: part one

Next: part three, part four- Izuku’s end

Heya, I am doing part two, no idea how it’ll go, but uhm, yeah.

Warnings: suggestive content-but nothing really happens, cheating, lots of angst for izuku, hate-love, you slowly fall out of love with Deku, Izuku feels guilty and shit, timelaps, suicide thoughts, you feel a little guilty, but not too much, LONG CHAPTER

summary: As Izuku thinks about how he should tell you and admit how he cheated on you, you are finishing your last preps to completely break him. Now, all he can do is think about where you might’ve headed off to.

Also: Did I write this all with a resting bitch face?

Yes.

Word count: 4k words

Have fun reading!

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{...Last time : }

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

He thought about you real hard then. You were always there for him. Always. You always stood up late at night to greet him. You oftentimes came to his office and brought him lunch, which then ended in a hot make-out session or even a quickie in his office.

You often talked about kids, how many you’ve wanted, how you speculated on what they’d look like, what they’d become afterwards.

You weren’t a person of words, but of action. you kissed him at least a hundred times more than he did, you held him oh so delicately whenever you could. you were always gentle, soft, comforting for him. I mean, you could be rough when he wanted to, but you preferred a soft and calm relationship.

He...

He didn’t deserve you.

...

In the guest room, you took a look at your phone. This time, the unknown person wrote a message.

‘Why are you still hanging onto that cheating bastard?‘

You smirked. You didn’t really know who that person was, and if you’d sent the wrong text, then they could do whatever they wanted with it. So, you played dumb.

‘I think you are mistaking him with somebody else. He would never do something like that! I know my husband better than anyone else!!‘

The person didn’t take long to send something back. A voicemail? Let’s check if it’s a man or a woman...

“Well sweetie...guess I’ll have to show you myself...meet me at musutafu train station. Next saturday. 4 o’clock. Dress up for me, pretty. A’ight?“, the stranger said, having a voice changer and you couldn’t tell the gender.

Then, the messenger went offline.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or why they wanted to stop your relationship with Izuku so bad. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Izuku knocked on your door. You had to think of something to answer.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT-

“D-darling...?“ He was met with the sound of whimpers and crying. Izuku felt like killing himself.

...

The next few weeks, you felt like shit, but it was because of your pregnancy. luckily, it was summer, then fall, and then winter, so you could put on more and more sweaters or large shirts to hide your growing stomach.

You went to the doctors regularly to get some meds, and when they asked you if Deku knew-you shook your head no with a mischievous smile that they only interpreted as a surprise.

...

Izuku didn’t feel any better. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his hair was messier than usual. He had a days-old beard, and if he wouldn’t have cheated on you, you’d latch onto him and fuck him until next week.

The guilt of cheating on you was plaguing his mind so much that he even forgot to eat. He forgot to take care of himself. When he roamed around the city, he didn’t tell the villains to make a better person out of themselves with a smile on his face like he normally would.

No.

He used them as a punching bag and beat them up with a monotone expression. He felt like really committing suicide.

The idea became more and more interesting as he noticed more and more things in his every day life that he didn’t think of before. Once he even drank a little bleach, but he vomitted out his entire dinner that he had with you.

The dinner was a complete disaster.

In that dinner, he tried to try it again, tried to talk with you. He noticed that you were covering up more and more. you also looked a little more chubby to him. You didn’t really eat anything, only looked to the side with your arms crossed.

Also, he couldn’t touch you how he liked anymore.

You didn’t let Izuku touch you because he cheated (but he didn’t know that you knew) on you and also because if he would’ve touched your tummy, he would’ve guessed that you were pregnant right away. Who knows? He might even be relieved that you wanted to hide that surprise from him.

But you didn’t let him come closer to you than arms length. And he was only allowed to hold your arms and hands or your head and face. Not more.

Izuku thought of that distance as your dissapointment towards him. He knew that you didn’t want to make love with him. But he didn’t know for how long. and honestly? It was snapping every single heart string of his.

Maybe he’d get a broken heart syndrome and die already. But his prayers went ignored as time went by.

He felt numb.

Then he went numb. But you didn’t really care. It was his fault, after all.

...

The brown haired woman, Uraraka, has tried to contact him more than a few times everyday, but he blocked her. Izuku felt like a traitor-which he was-but he felt much more than that.

You didn’t deserve such an ungrateful bastard like him. He felt like a whore. He took you for granted. He was fucking another woman behind your back. He was kissing another woman. In another bed.

When you should be in Uraraka’s place. When you should be the one he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. When you should be the one he’d meet at the end of the day. Not her.

Uraraka was the other woman.

But she was a woman who didn’t care if her target was taken or not. She didn’t care that you and Izuku were theoretically inseperable. She tested that theory.

She found out that the theory was wrong. Or only temporary.

She broke a perfect relationship with a devillish smirk.

Uraraka is a bitch.

...

You met up with some music and model agencies. You gave the music agency some of your music for when you were younger. Songs about love. Breakup. First date. Arguments. Everything. Nothing.

They accepted your music. You even gave out your most recent song, but you wanted to sing that one. It was about cheating. About you, Izuku, and the other woman. And you even mentioned your two months old baby in your tummy in it. You’d sing it after your son, daughter or baby would come to the world, not sooner.

if some other person, no matter if man or woman, would sing it, and Izuku would hear the lyrics, then he’d know that it was your song. You loved mistery, but also being simple and obvious. He knew that. so, you’d sing that song and the whole world would know about your and Izuku’s relationship being over before it could actually really blossom.

The head of the music agency was thrilled about your plan and loved it. She even organised a concert for you to sing on. Live. And Izuku would be your guest of honour.

In the model agency, you gave the people some of your old modeling photos. Now you’d be a model for pregnant ladies. They also accepted. But, you insisted on cutting of your face in every pic, but only digitally. When you’d give birth to your child, then could they publish your photos. and Izuku would see how much he’s fucked up.

...

The case was finished. It seemed like the burglar was actually a group of middle school kids that had fusing quirks which they used to form into a thief and steal important or expensive stuff.

After that case, you got another one. You had to find a mysterious person who likes to stalk people. It could be your internet friend who sent you the videos of Izuku and the other woman.

Today was saturday. Time to meet the stranger. You contacted one of your close friends for safety reasons and made your way to the station. Your stomach got heavy with each week passing by. Now, your stomach was a little bigger than a basketball, but you could cover it up perfectly with one of Izuku’s hoodies.

Yes, you still used them. Only to let him think that you still wanted this...whatever it was the two of you had. Now, you passed half of the path you had to take when Izuku called you.

“Hey sweetie, where are you going?“

“Huh?“

“I’m up here.“, he whispered and you looked up. You saw him standing on a low rooftop, gazing down at you with a smile only a real lover could have. Too bad he wasn’t your lover anymore.

But, you noticed his growing beard and hair, his eyes having big, dark circles under his eyes. He also looked like he could eat something. He should eat...

You smiled. “Aren’t you coming down? I don’t feel that safe right now.”, and just after you’ve finished that sentence, he jumped and landed on his feet next to you. He tried to be subtle, but you pretty much aknowledged the pained wince his left eye had when his feet met the ground.

You smiled again. “Thanks.”

You put your mobile away, and took his hand, swinging it around a little. That made Izuku uncomfortable, and you knew that. “N-no problem...where are you going anyways?”, he asked, giving you a curious look.

No need to lie, right? “Well, there’s this person who began texting me, and I thought they’d be a nice friend, so I’d agreed to meet up with them.”

Izuku looked at you for a few seconds before squeezing your hand. “would you like me to come with you?”

Don’t you have other bitches to look at?

“Don’t you have patrol?”, you asked instead, biting your tongue internally. He shrugged, looking at you with a sly smirk. “I can always come a little late.”

‘I can always come a little late.‘, my ass! He probably said that to that other bitch he’s fucking!

You looked at him with a resting bitch face before you looked straight ahead. Your phone began ringing as you went. You stopped in your tracks and took your phone out.

The unknown number. You wrote ‘MY BESTO FRENDO!! <3’ in the contact list so that your poor excuse of a husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, ‘my besto friendo?’ Isn’t that from Jujutsu Kai-” “Heyyy~! Where are you?”

Oh. O-okay..

Izuku visibly deflated when you interrupted him by picking up the phone and went ahead and pulled your hand away from him. He felt shitty.

“huh? over there? Ah, I see you, you can stop waving now, hahaha...yeah, okay, I’ll come now! Bye!“, you said after you ended the call. You then looked at the man whom you’d swore to never leave. But you would. In less than a year.

“You can go now, Izuku. I can take care of myself.“ “I can still accompany you-“ “There are your fans, I don’t want them to come closer than they already are. Bye Izu.“

And without smiling at him, giving him a kiss, touching his shoulder, or cheek, you turned around and went into a nice caffee. Izuku lookes after you with a look of longing. He missed you.

With a sigh, he turned towards his eager fans who questioned him about everything that had happened between you two. With each question that involved you - which was every single one the six kids asked him about - he felt more and more like crying, screaming, or throwing himself into a nearby river.

“I-I’m sorry kids, it was nice talking to you...!“, he croaked out before he took off and dissapeared.

...

“Huh, so, you’re the one sending me those videos.“, you mustered the handsome but tired looking male in front of you.

He had nice purple hair, eyebags of tiredness, and a sexy smile.

“Shinsou Hitoshi.“ “Aren’t you an underground hero?“

He looked at you with surprise evident on his face. “How...?”

“You think I don’t know about people like you? I am a detective in that area. I know everybody here. And now tell me; Why did you send me these videos?“

He furrowed his brows. “Do I really need an explanation? You are living together with your CHEATING husband, isn’t that enough?”

You smiled coquettishly at him. “No, why do you think that this is going to change anything?”, you scoffed, ”Do you think I want to leave him?”

He hesitantly nodded, which made you giggle sweetly. “Dear Underground hero, I am not planning on divorcing my husband. He may have had come slip ups there and there, but don’t we all do mistakes sometimes?”

“I...shouldn’t you be hurt by his actions? How can you still be so...carefree?“, he murmured, sizing you up. To him, you looked like a completely normal citizen, but he still questioned your relationship with Izuku.

“Say...are you happy in your relationship?“

If you were taken aback, you didn’t show it. You were a mistress when it came to faking your emotions around other people now. You sighed.

“I wish I was...I am still a little mad at him for spending some nights with another woman, but he promised that he’d never do it again.”, and you had a sad expression on your face, but it was real in this fake relationship.

Shinsou nodded, giving you the illusion of the conversation dying down. But, you were wrong. Deku just had to break your heart more, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry for...putting my nose into your business, but Izuku’s been meeting up with the same woman over and over again until it suddenly stopped.”

You stopped breathing for a second. You don’t have to tell me that, you idiot-

“And I really want to know why-like, don’t get me wrong or something! I am questioning your...husband’s...moves right now.“

“Please, Shinsou. Leave it. Okay? I’ll try and talk to Izuku about it, all right?“, you only answered with a bittersweet smile.

He didn’t look like he’d believe you and you wouldn’t even believe it yourself, but here you were, lying to people who only want the best for you.

“I-just...ugh. Let me tell you, that I will be there for you when you need help, all right? Also, it’d be the best if you’d leave him already.“

You sighed for the last time before standing up, thanking him for the nice time, and walking home, with thinking about how you should approach your nearly final step.

...

“Phew. Onto the next step.“

Carefully, you put out some wine glasses with some bottles of beer and other drunk-making potions for your plan for tonight. Since it was sunday, and you had free for today, it was the perfect chance of taking it into action.

You had prepared some nice dinner, candles and other romantic stuff and with your quirk, making plants, you let plenty of flowers bloom from the walls of your shared house.

“I’m home...“, you heard your “husband’s“ tired voice. He was later than usual and he looked like he’d need a bath-right now. Luckily, you let in a nice warm bath for him with plucked pectorals from some flowers an put them on the nice-with bath bombs and soothing bathing salts filled- bathwater.

Now, as Izuku was stripping down to his underwear, you prepared the most important part: The divorce. You needed his signature, after all.

You then put on his oversized hoodie-an all might themed one, of course- and went over to him, ignoring the stomach ache your growing child gave you. “Hey, Izu.”, you smiled softly at him, spoiling him with your tender, fake love.

He looked at you surprised. “O-oh, hey...”

You giggled. Okay, something’s wrong here. Why were you all happy and shit right now? With him? Even though it was nice to hear your happiness, Midoriya felt like something was completely wrong.

“C’mon, I made dinner, and the bath is also not waiting for you.“, you ushered him into the bathroom, which was lit up by the numerous candles and gave him a nice vibe. He stepped into the bathroom and groaned. His muscles relaxed after what felt like forever and he felt like taking a nap. That was what he was really missing.

Meanwhile, your core still responded to his touch and you cursed your body for still aching after the cheater who was having a good time in the bathtub.

Your hand on his scalp brought him out of his dreamland and he sighed. Still, things were nagging him. “Hey...are we...are we good?”, he asked cautiously, testing the waters with you.

Your smile faded. “I wish we were, Izuku...it’s actually my fault that I neglected you, you know? You’re so busy, with saving everybody...and helping people when they need help...”, you trailed off, talking about all the times you longed for his touch, his voice, his warmth, him.

And with each word falling from your lips, he felt like drowning himself into the bathtub. “I just...I wished we could...you know...try again?”, you asked, a hopefull glimmer in your eyes.

Who was he to deny you.

Who was he to even think about answering that question.

Who did he think he was for even looking you in the face after all the time he has spent countless times in other women’s places, blowing their backs over and over again?

“Yes. Let’s do it.“, he instead answered, a determined expression on his face and you smiled seductively at him. “Okay, Izu. But I am hungry, so we’ll eat first, okay?“

...

“Ya wan’ me dodo *hiccup* wha?“, he only asked, his mind far too gone, but he tried to seem like he’d know what you were talking about.

You held the divorce papers in front of him, smiling devilishly down at him. “It’s so that I can get more money, sweetie...”, you whispered, grinning happily when he signed off without another care.

“averythin’ for’ya, swee...anythin’“, he called, his red face making him drowsy and soon, he fell asleep.

He didn’t even see you taking your clothes and leaving. He didn’t see you putting your wedding- and engaged ring into their respective boxes and placing them on the dinner table, where everything was left the way it was after you two ate and drank. You onlay drank water but he mistook it for whitewine and said cheers before drinking full-on.

He thought about having to become confident before rearranging your gut again, but he never got to do that; with you talking about how you solved the case, your friends having kids, you solving another case and him having to get better at saving people again.

He never got to touch further up your arm than intertwining your and his fingers and gazing into each other lovingly. He never saw you again after he signed the paper. But what was it again?

It was morning as he threw up all the bile from yesterday, even your delicious food, and the expensive liquors. He felt miserable, and when he called for you, you didn’t answer.

As he kept calling your name, he noticed that something was wrong, again. All your belongings were gone. Your clothes, lewelry, but only the ones that you personally owned-not the ones he bought for you. Your shoes, also only from your own credit card, were gone, and so was your entire presence.

Sure, there were still the parfumes and other belongings of yours that Izuku purchased for you, but you? You were nowhere to be seen. Izuku got scared that something might’ve happened to you.

He searched for his phone and found it on the uncleaned dining table. There were two boxes, dangerously equal to the ones where he had his engage and wedding rings in, and to his horror, the rings were inside the boxes.

Underneath was an envelope. He opened it and read a letter which you wrote for him.

“Dear Izuku Midoriya.

Dear Izu, Zuku, Mido, Midori, sweetheart, love, handsome, sweetie, darling.

Dear Deku,

As you might have noticed, I have vanished. Am I going to tell you where? Out of your life! Now, you can fuck as many women as you want.

But-”

Izuku flinched as if he heard you say those words. Your words, and you found out he cheated on you. How long?

He looked down again, and continued.

“But, you’ll surely try and stalk me or investigate where I have gotten off to. Well, spare it. You’ll never find me.

I do have some questions though.

Why did you cheat on me?

Was I not enough? Not sexy enough for you? Not pretty enough for you? Not tidy enough for you?

Too lazy? Too brat-ish? Too much attitude? Not enough confidence? Not enough attention? Not the best looking woman? Not the best cook? Not the best lover?

Tell me. why did you cheat. and why did you stop? Exactly after the night when you fucked me?

Did a lightbulb go on over your head and you thought, ‘wait, I’ve adtually got a spouse, I don’t need a side chick!’?

Whatever your answer might be, it’s over.

that...paper you signed yesterday. It was our devorce. and we are leaving. who do I mean by “we”?

Well, me and my son of five months.

I hope that he’ll never see you and become like you, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll raise him as a real man.

Until never,

Not your lover anymore.”

You were pregnant? A son? And you didn’t tell him, he also doesn’t know where you are.

I mean, sure, he broke you, but you broke him back, you guys are even...right?

As tears ran down his eyes and his sobs echoed in the now empty and cold appartment, void of your nice and warm presence, the pro hero unlocked his phone, only to be bombarded with news and questions from all sides.

Japan news! - Deku’s bride divorced with child, what happened to our sweetest...tip to read more

Kacchan - the fuck did you do?! Your girl left you while pregnant?! Did you cheat on her...tip to read more

Uraraka - Are you okay? should I come come over? We can talk about it if you want...tip to read more

+ Notifications - tip to read more

His phone trembled when he listened to Katsuki screaming his ear off, the news reporting about how you modeled for numerous model companies and released tons of relatable and heart wrenching songs, with an invitation to her freshly divorced ex- Izuku to be a gust at her upcoming concert.

then, he listened to Uraraka’s voice. calming, soothing, comforting.

Bullshit.

He blackmailed Uraraka, blocked her, and then tossed his phone away, thinking about where you might be.

...

It was cold at this hour, but Izuku didn’t want to fakk asleep after two o’clock. You heaved your luggage down the last stairs of the house you’ve lived in for the past few years.

Now, you were ready to leave it all behind.

Shinsou, your chauffeur, packed all the suitcases into the car and let you sit in the passenger seat. Only then he noticed your noticable bulge.

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to to the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

[to be continued...]

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HOW DID Y’ALL FIND IT?!

was it angsty enough? Because I am still bad at it I think

please comment on my posts so that I can improve my writing and make better stories in the future...PLEASE!

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sinnamonpork · 1 year

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just googled the dabihawks height difference and I feel so betrayed what the fuck. ao3 has gaslighted me into thinking Dabi was this towering mf compared to Hawks when in reality this is them,,

#its probably the boots #dabi stop cheating on your height with those 4 inches emo boots #poor hawks is getting smoller #dabihawks #dabi x hawks #touya x keigo #takami keigo #pro hero hawks #todoroki touya #dabi #bnha #mha

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kallujelly · 1 year

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𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲: 𝖬𝖧𝖠

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: 𝖥𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂, 𝖥𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝖮𝗇 𝖥𝖾𝗆, 𝖭𝖳𝖱, 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅, 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖯𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖲𝖾𝗑 (𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒), 𝖣𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖥𝗎𝗅𝗅-𝖭𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖴𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖶𝗂𝖿𝖾, Non-Con (Initially)

𝑌/𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈-𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗇��𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄, 𝖣𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾

𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒

𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽

???: 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬!

𝖸𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗬/𝗻: ..! 𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢?! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦?

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘞-𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥....?!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬!

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘗-𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰....𝘴-𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘞𝘩𝘢- 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯 -𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗅

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘞-𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘖𝘸~ 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥... '𝗡𝗼𝗺𝘂'𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸', 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘊'𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬, 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗬/𝗻: ....𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺...𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯~

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅-𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘋-𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋..."𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇" 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 "𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥" "𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘵" "𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘋-𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵! 𝘚-𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘞-𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪-𝘪𝘵, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 1/3 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵!

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘚-𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢-𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘏! 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒! 𝘈𝘏! 𝘈𝘏! 𝘖𝘏! 𝘚-𝘚𝘓𝘖𝘞 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺��𝗄 ��𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘏𝘜𝘎𝘏! 𝘍-𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒! 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛! 𝘚𝘖 𝘙-𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏♥︎! 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘔-𝘔𝘌! 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘔𝘌!

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘠/𝘯 -𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯~ 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒

𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅' 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!

𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘖𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦", 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵~

𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥~ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘠/𝘯 -𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆, 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘏-𝘏𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰! 𝘊𝘶𝘮...𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮-𝘮𝘦! 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯!

𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥? 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥?

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘐 𝘥-𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢-*𝘖𝘖𝘏*𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩-*𝘈𝘏*𝘪𝘮 𝘢-𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸-𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘦-*𝘕𝘎𝘏*𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮-𝘮𝘦!

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕! 𝘖𝘙𝘈! 𝘖𝘙𝘈! 𝘖𝘙𝘈!

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖻 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘍-𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘠-𝘠𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘩~

𝖠𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘠/𝘯-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗮: 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦~

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒

𝖠𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋

𝗬/𝗻: 𝘍-𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘫-𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯~♥︎

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 9 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒

𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒-𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒-𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒-𝖿𝗎𝗍𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖮𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈-𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗅𝗎�� 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇.

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