𝐒𝑼𝐂𝑯 𝐀 𝑺𝐓𝑹𝐀𝑵𝐆𝑬 𝐆𝑰𝐑𝑳?
▮ 𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗰𝘇𝘆𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘄 “𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀” 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
▮ 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 the 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻, kinda ooc 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 “𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲” 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, same with stiles towards reader (the voices).
▮ slight suggestive 18+ (pet names, good boy¹), 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗯/𝗱𝗼𝗺, fluff
▮ word count + fic : 𝟣.𝟤𝖪/ one-shot
▮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Stiles is glad that, out of everything in this messed-up supernatural world, he finds normalcy in you. However, he can’t help but drift into thoughts of the opposite.
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Friday, April XX, 2011
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖣𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁.
You did. His pleas were oh so sweet.
𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇. You’d grabbed everyone’s attention. It’s not every day that someone transfers to Beacon Hills High School, especially in the middle of fall.
𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍: 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍, 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖫𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺, 𝖣𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌? 𝖦𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁.
𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗒. 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
“𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄.
𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
“𝖬𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.
𝖯𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍-𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌, 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗄𝗂, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
“𝖭𝗈,” 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, “𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅.” 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”
𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍?
𝖳𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, “𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖼’𝗆𝗈𝗇.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, “𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖾?”
𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.
.꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝟣𝟧-𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾?” 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.
He didn’t want the day with you to end early due to a distraction.
𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗄𝗂𝗇, “𝖭𝗈𝗉𝖾,” 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖺-𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. “𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌.” 𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.
“𝖴𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖨’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝖱𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. “𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗆𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽.
“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.”
𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.
Oh, he really is adorable. I could just-
“𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, you’re his light too.
𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.
“𝖮𝗉𝖾𝗇,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.
“𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗊𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.
𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.
“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁.” 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌.
𝖧𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, “𝖬𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑? 𝖶𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
“𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾’d 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.
Brownies, huh?
▌a/n: thoughts? 😛 this turned out longer than expected, reader isn’t really that obsessive/yandere? as she’s tame but fuck it we ball + Stiles also on the same wavelength. So they made for one another. BOOM 💥