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[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Wuthering Heights

Pairing(s): Chavez y Chavez x Reader

Prompt(s): A cowboy being secretly fond of you… they share a book with you even though they can’t read

Word Count: Around 2,900

Warning(s): nothing super crazy, talk of malnourishment, talk of traumatic experiences but nothing specific

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): There isn’t nearly enough content for this man, so enjoy!

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It was after dinner when they all relocated for reading and writing time.

The boys who had already been living at the Tunstall farmstead all moved to their regular spots. John took his place in the rocking chair near the fireplace. Doc remained at the dining room table across from Richard, his writing book and his pencil in front of him. Steven sat in the wooden chair that was situated against the brick to the left of the fireplace while Charlie settled down directly in front of him on a bench.

(Y/N) smiled at the routine of it all. Whenever they gained a new person on the ranch, she could see the confusion on their face as John explained to them they would learn to read and write if they expected to stay. 'They are tools that will help you survive in the new world.' John would say. She thought it was amazing that he wanted to help these young men become more successful than any of them ever thought they would be.

They all had different experiences and backgrounds, some more educational than others. She and Richard were taught how to read and write by their mother and their grandmother back in Vermont. Doc knew how to read, he just had to work on his writing skills. He was quite a fast learner, already making leaps and bounds towards being able to write on his own. Steven and Charlie never learned how to read or write, but these sessions were good for them. Both of them had only been around for a few months and she could tell they were also improving. She couldn't tell if that came down to the fact that they were also fast learners or if they just had a really good teacher.

Probably the latter.

She was about to move to her designated spot, to the right of the fireplace on a cushion on a raised section of brick (she liked it because she could lean against the wall while also leaning into the warmth of the fire), when she noticed Chavez hadn't moved. He stood against the wall that divided the dining room from the parlor, probably observing everyone's actions, not really knowing what to do. (Y/N) knew it was hard being the new person around, but she was determined to make sure he felt welcome.

Chavez had been with them for about a week now and he had barely said two words to anyone, excluding herself and John. Today was the first day that he had left his room during working hours and tonight was the first night that he was able to join them for dinner and reading time. For the last week, either John or (Y/N) had taken dinner to him so he could eat while he remained comfortable in bed. He was still malnourished, but not nearly as bad as when he first arrived. (Y/N) could tell he had seen things that were probably extremely traumatizing for him. Most of the time when she would sit with him in his room he would just stare off into the distance, as if he was deep in thought. John had explained that it seemed like he was in a bad place and ultimately he just wanted to help him find his way back to a better one, but to do that they had to work slowly.

As everyone was settling in, (Y/N) made her way to Chavez and looked up at him. He had a good eight inch height difference when compared to her. "You can sit next to me." She put on her friendliest face without making it seem like she was trying too hard. "It's the best seat in the house and I'll let you sit next to the fire, make sure you stay warm."

She knew he had been perpetually cold since he had arrived. The first night he slept directly in front of the fire, unwilling and quite possibly unable to even think about moving away from the warmth it provided. She could understand why, his skin had felt like ice. It was only after she gathered almost every blanket in the house and draped them around him that he had stopped shivering. After that night, they had moved him to a bedroom on the second level of the house so he could sleep in a real bed, but she knew he still longed for the fireplace.

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The third night, after the other boys and John had already gone to bed, (Y/N) stood perusing the book shelf that was situated in a little alcove to the right of the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to be found downstairs reading in front of the fire. She had always been a night owl, especially when compared to the other men of the house, so she was almost always left to her own devices after the sun went down. Occasionally Doc would join her if he couldn't sleep or if he felt like talking before he went out to the bunk house, but anyone else was unexpected, which was probably why she was so surprised to hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

They were very faint. Honestly, they were so faint that she almost thought she was imagining them. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chavez appear at the bottom of the stairs, his body wrapped in a buffalo hide blanket. He looked around before quietly maneuvering his way to sit on the floor in front of the fire. He hadn't seen her. Not that she assumed that would be a problem. Since she was the one to take care of him that first night, she was one of the only people in the house that had gained his attention. He didn't seem to fully trust anybody just yet, and who could blame him with what he'd been through, but (Y/N) was set on making sure he felt comfortable.

At that moment, she decided she wasn't going to let him sit alone.

She quickly grabbed the book she had been looking for - Wuthering Heights - and cautiously made her way to the fireplace into his peripheral vision. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and his eyes glued on the flames. In the light of the fire, the dark circles under his eyes became even more prominent than they were before.

"Hi." She moved to the floor and sat down beside him, setting the book down on the bench behind them. "Can't sleep?"

She watched as he took a long, shuddering breath. After a moment of silence, she thought he might not answer her but he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before whispering. "Tengo frío." His voice was hoarse and scratchy from lack of use.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. "Let me get you a cup of tea. It'll help." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Lucky for her, she had already been preparing her favorite tea so she could enjoy a drink while she read. She grabbed two ceramic mugs out of the cupboard and poured the steaming liquid into each before making her way back to the fireplace. "I like to drink tea while I read." She carefully sat down and put the mugs on the floor in front of them. "John introduced me to this one. He calls it English Evening."

"Thank you." Chavez whispered.

"You're welcome." She smiled and picked up her mug, lightly blowing over the top of it.

All was silent except the crackle of the flames, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The atmosphere in the room just felt... content. She turned around and grabbed Wuthering Heights. "I was going to read." She looked at him, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. "I could read to you if you like. I read to the other boys all the time."

After a few more moments of silence, he did something she wasn't expecting. He looked at her and gave her a small, one sided smile.

"It's called Wuthering Heights." She smiled back at him before opening it to the first chapter and reading out loud. "1801. I just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with..."

Every once in a while Chavez would reach down and take a sip of his tea before gently placing it back on the ground. She was glad he liked it. With how sick he had been when he arrived, it was good for him to drink something soothing. She also noticed that he started to look over at the book in her hands, a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes. He shifted his body closer to hers so he could look over her shoulder. She positioned the book so that it was in-between them, giving Chavez a better opportunity to follow along with her as she read on.

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After that night, (Y/N) and Chavez meeting downstairs to read together became the new normal. The boys would go to bed, (Y/N) would grab Wuthering Heights from the bookshelf before making them two cups of tea, and Chavez would silently make his way down the stairs to sit in front of the fireplace. (Y/N) would start a conversation about something random before she started reading (to try to get him to talk to her - it was working!), they would each take a couple sips of their tea, and then they would read until each of them got tired.

(Y/N) was excited to have Chavez finally join them for reading and writing after dinner. She realized it hadn't been long since he arrived at the Tunstall farmstead and she knew he needed to recuperate, but it was nice having everyone together. It was their family time, and he was a part of their family now.

She grabbed the newspaper from the counter in the kitchen and made her way towards John, Chavez trailing behind her. She handed the paper off to John and motioned to the spot next to the fire. Chavez sat down and immediately leaned against the brick of the fireplace, still looking around and making observations about everyone else in the room. (Y/N) grinned to herself as she watched him. He looked much more alert now that his health was recovering, and it wasn't just the mental changes that seemed to be improving, but the physical ones, too. His skin had retained a healthy glow and there was a new light found in his eyes.

It was very refreshing.

She leaned towards him and started whispering. "John will start reading first before handing the paper off to someone else, then we all take turns."

He looked at her and nodded.

"Lincoln County New Years Dance." John began as he straightened out the paper in his hands. "A dance will be the big social feature for Lincoln on New Year's Eve..."

(Y/N) smiled as John continued to read. As she told Chavez before, she always read to the boys in the house. They always told her she had a beautiful voice. According to Doc, her soprano sound was like a delicate set of silver bells in the winter wind (he was forever the poet of the house). She loved reading to the boys because she knew it made them happy, but there was a part of her that loved switching roles every now and then. She cherished the time after dinner when the boys would take turns reading to each other because it was a chance for her to just sit and listen. It was one of her favorite ways to relax at the end of the day.

John had finished reading his section of the newspaper and looked up at the boys, trying to decide who to hand it off to. He leaned forward in his rocking chair and stood up, making his way to Steven. He handed the paper to the young man and showed him where to pick up. Out of all the boys, Steven was the one who knew the least. He was making excellent progress, but he still required quite a bit of help. John would kneel down next to him and use his finger to lead Steven's eyes across the page. They had to stop on every word to sound it out, but (Y/N) didn't mind. She loved witnessing someone learn.

Once Steven had finished, the process repeated for Charlie. John knelt down next to the bench Charlie perched on and moved his finger across the page. Charlie didn't need to pause on every single word, it was more like every third or fourth. His reading was still choppy, but there were certain smooth passages that (Y/N) was really happy to hear.

Eventually, John made his way back to his rocking chair and held the newspaper towards (Y/N) and Chavez. "Chavez, I believe it's your turn."

(Y/N) saw Chavez' head look up and over towards John, eyes slightly wide. She smiled at him, trying to be as encouraging as possible. She was excited to finally hear him read. She had thought about asking him to do it during their nightly reading sessions when he'd follow along over her shoulder, but she didn't want to scare him off. Just from listening to his one word responses throughout the week she knew she was going to love the sound of his voice. It took everything in her not to beg him to speak more just so she could listen to him talk.

After her shining smile of inspiration, she expected him to take the paper and read aloud to his heart's content. What she wasn't expecting was his response.

"I don't know how to read." He whispered.

Her eyes widened in faint surprise. She had no idea. When they read at night, he seemed so invested in 'Wuthering Heights' that she didn't even question his reading ability. She'd even seen his eyes moving across the pages.

John nodded. "Then we shall teach you. You happen to be sitting next to the second best teacher in the house." He winked and smirked at (Y/N).

She snapped her attention to him and started laughing, along with the rest of the boys in the room. Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Chavez. "I would be honored to teach you, Chavez. We can start tomorrow."

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That night after the rest of the boys had gone to bed, (Y/N) was in front of the fireplace on the floor with their book and two cups of tea. She heard his footsteps move down the stairs and towards her before he sat down next to her, immediately grabbing his mug of English Evening.

"I had no idea." She spoke, looking at him sip his tea. "Why didn't you say anything? I could've started teaching you days ago."

Chavez stared into the fire. She wasn't expecting a long response.

"I just can't believe I wasn't considerate enough to even ask you." She continued. "It's just that I saw your eyes move across the pages and I-"

"You have a beautiful voice."

She paused. She hadn't been expecting that. Though, that seemed to be a common theme for her in the last week.

She tilted her head at him, a slight blush highlighting her cheeks. "Thank you."

He continued watching the flames lick the sides of the bricks. "I didn't say anything because I enjoyed listening. Your voice is very soothing." He moved his eyes from the fire to her.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at him. She was surrounded by boys who always treated her with the utmost respect. They gave her compliments, they helped her around the house when they could, and they protected her to the best of their ability. She knew everything they did was genuine, but for some reason, her heart skipped a beat when Chavez spoke to her. It wasn't like that with the other boys. This feeling was different.

She had always been described as an incredibly honest person (mostly by her older brother, Richard), therefore, she didn't hold back when it came to expressing her feelings to others. This moment with Chavez was no exception. "You make me feel so..." She trailed off, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. Would he think she's crazy?

"Different?" He asked.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes." She nodded. "But different in a good way."

He smiled softly. "Me, too."

As they spoke, she suddenly noticed they had drifted closer to one another. In fact, they were so close that she could feel his shoulder length hair tickling the side of her neck. What was happening to her? It was like she had been hypnotized.

"I like spending time with you." Chavez said, his dark eyes bright from the glow of the fire.

She didn't think her blush could get any deeper. "I like spending time with you, too."

She suddenly couldn't take it anymore and looked away from him, her eyes fixed on the fire. She did not normally act like this. She had never encountered something, or someone, that made her feel anything less than confident, but with Chavez she was second guessing everything. Her hand moved to the floor in-between them so she could lean her upper body weight against it, but before she could do anything, she felt something else on the ground. Quickly looking down, she realized she was touching his hand.

He didn't pull away.

He did the exact opposite actually.

She left her hand where it was, and ever so gently, he moved his hand so it was on top of hers before giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Translations

Tengo frío - I’m cold

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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣: 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙯’𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙖.

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦; 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, (𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘏. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘔𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘤, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥!

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘥.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, '𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺?' 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, ' 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘏. 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘺?' 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶����𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. " 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴, 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

"𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦.

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. "𝘈𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭"

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰��𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵. "𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 — 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦."

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭!" 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘥. "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘻, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢, 𝘎𝘰𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢 ��𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴.

𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥! 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦'𝘥  𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥.  𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?  𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, '𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥' 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘯𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳: "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵."

𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 '𝘰𝘩', 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺.

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #billy the kid young guns #young guns imagine #young guns x reader #billy the kid x reader smut #young gun smut

[slutforbuck]

Longing - Part 3

P1 P2

By the time you made it back to the ranch, you had cried yourself to sleep. Tears stained Chavez’s black shirt, and his coat was wrapped around your shoulders. Dick gently pulled you from your safe space in Chavez’s arms while he dismounted. Silently, Chavez took you from Dick and carried you to your room. Your eyes opened as your tense body fell against the softness of the mattress, and the agony from the morning hit you again. Frantically your eyes searched the room for comfort and you choked back a sob. “Chavez..Please. Please tell me he isn’t gone. Please.” It felt as if Murphy himself was ripping Chavez’s heart out of his chest while watching the tears fall freely from your eyes, your body shaking from the sobs and heartache. He pulled you to him, holding you so tight that he may crush you. The two of you sat that way, clinging to each other like burrs on a saddle. When all your tears had been cried, you listened. Silence. Something you had always craved, but was now so unwelcome.

You stood surrounded by your boys, Alex, and Susan as your father was laid to rest. “For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise providence, to take out of this world the soul of our deceased brother, we therefore commit his body to the ground. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Susan led you to the wagon while Alex led the boys to JP Wilson. “You can stay with us for as long as you need to Y/n. I know how hard it will be to try to go home now.” You gave her a soft smile as Alex joined you, driving you towards home.

“Deputized?! Alex no! First of all I was his DAUGHTER! I should be there right along with them. Am I not allowed justice? And second, you’re going to let hot-headed Bonney go off with AUTHORITY?” “Y/n. You are a lady.” Alex’s voice grew stern as he send an almost disapproving look to you. “I know that you are more than capable of taking care of this and yourself, but this is not something you need to do. As for Billy, he has five other level headed young men to keep his straight. They’ll serve their eleven warrants, and it will all be over.”

For days you were a nervous wreck. There had been no word from or about the boys, and worry began gnawing at your thoughts. Your nail beds had become red and raw from anxiously picking at them. Mindlessly, you floated towards the barn searching for a distraction. Before you could reach it, Alex came riding up the road pulling the wagon to a stop next to you. “Any news, Alex?” Your voice was soft and quiet, but full of hope and worry awaiting any news of your boys. Alex sighed as the paper passed into your hands. “You may have been right about Billy.” He snapped the reins and headed to the house, leaving the dust swirling around you. “"Nine men lay dead or at death's door yesterday noon following a gunfight between Lincoln resident Henry Hill, forty-five, and what patrons have called a ‘kid’. A local miner has identified 'the Kid’ as one Henry McCarthy, also known as William H. Bonney, nineteen or twenty. In a flaming shootout 'the Kid', Billy, killed Mr. Hill then took on an onslaught of Hill's partisans bringing the damage to six verified slayings. Bonney is believed to be the captain of a deputized gang.” Murphy is going to kill them all.

chavez pov

There had to be a way out of the mess Billy had created for them, and Chavez only knew one way to find the answer. Snow crunched beneath his bare feet as he searched the ground, gathering what he needed. Darkness soon surrounded the Regulators, with only a soft light from the fire to illuminate the cup being passed around the circle. “We've come to a place where we are lost, no? When an Indian is lost, he must reach into the spirit world to find the way. On the Spirit Road, he'll be shown a sign. This is the way to the Spirit Road. We're lost right now. But I'll find us the way.” Steve rolled his eyes as the cup made its way to him, “Oh Christ, Chavez! That's all we need is some more of your red-ass Navajo mambojahambo. We're running out of time here, Chavez.” “Is that any good? Chavez, what is that?” Charley looked worried looking at the cup being passed around. A simple reply was given, “Peyote.”

The sun was rising over the mountains, the light slowly filtering through the dust and smoke surrounding Chavez on the ledge he was standing atop. Slowly he turned facing North. East. South. The land was red and the rivers ran with blood in every direction. There must be a way. Please Great Spirits, show me the way. Turning to the west, the blood vanished. A woman turned to greet him, her arms outstretched and her hair flowing in the soft breeze. He reached towards her, only to watch her be pulled onto a golden brown mare and riding off towards Old Mexico. West.

#young guns #young guns movie #young guns 1988 #young guns imagine #jose chavez y chavez #chavez #chavez x reader #billy the kid #dirty steve stephens #doc scurlock #john tunstall #dick brewer #charlie bowdre

[promisingyounglady]

four eyes. | BF x Reader

PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,

A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*

“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.

You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.

“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.

You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.

The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.

A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.

Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.

“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.

But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.

“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.

Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.

“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!” You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.

Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.

“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”

Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”

“Hm.”

The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.

“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.

“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.

“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.

You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.

“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.

Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.

Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.

His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.

“I want you to cum on these glasses”

Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.

“What?”

You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.

“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”

You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.

You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.

He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.

“You gotta let me speak-“

“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.

“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.

“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.

Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.

You nod eagerly.

“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.

You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.

“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.

Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.

You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”

Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.

The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.

You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.

Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.

“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.

“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.

”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.

“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.

”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.

“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.

“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.

Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.

Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.

“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.

You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.

You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.

It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.

“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).

You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.

“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.

You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.

”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.

”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.

Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.

You put on the glasses again. He looks up.

“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”

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Eddie, shoving his phone in Steve’s face: Let’s try this again. Who is the most metal person you know?

Steve: Oh, it’s this guy that danced to a Bon Jovi song at of his wedding, you know.

Steve: You know the guy? He’s got big brown puppy dog eyes and great hair, wears all these rings. Big personality, love of my life, you know him?

Eddie:

Eddie: I can’t believe you publicly outed me as a guy that likes one Bon Jovi song

Steve, to the camera: He sings Bad Medicine in the shower!

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Not a Good Experience | B.Bradshaw One-Shot

part of the Older, Wiser, More Experienced fics

synopsis: Bradley has been acting strange, and you want to get to the bottom of it.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: arguing, verbal fighting, throwing glass (not at anyone), cursing, mentions of cheating, name calling

“I was late for dinner, so what?! That doesn’t mean you can act all crazy!” Bradley yelled at you. 

“I’m not acting crazy! I want to know where you were!” You yelled back. 

His face beat red from yelling. The veins in his forehead were popping out and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. This argument was unlike any other, it had lasted a lot longer than usual. You weren’t sure when your relationship with Bradley had taken such an ugly turn, but you weren’t liking it. 

You had supported his career from day one sticking by his side; staying up late waiting for him to call when he was on deployment, putting your studies on hold, and waiting for him to come home. You ignored all the comments and stares at you as you stood by Bradley’s side at the Hard Deck or Naval events. It was hard being so much younger than Bradley, but you had somehow figured out a way to fit right in with the crowd. It was one of the many things Bradley had loved about you. 

You also weren’t ever one to cause arguments for no reason or any reason at all. Bradley found it quite odd that you never tried to pick a fight with him about things. For being so young, you were probably the most easy-going girlfriend he had ever had. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you had reached your limit. For the past couple of months, Bradley had been brushing you off. It started with being late for dinner and not texting you he was going to be late. Then, it turned to leaving the house early in the morning and not so much as whispering goodbye or leaving you a note like he usually did. You knew that he was busier now with his new position and promotion, but you didn’t think it was at the point where he’d forget something so important as your one-year anniversary. 

It wasn’t that Bradley was late to your anniversary dinner, it was that he completely didn’t show up to it. You sat at the restaurant, in that baby blue dress, he loves so much for three hours. The waitress even gave you that sad look and a bottle of wine on the house. Bradley had told you he would be pushing it to make it on time, going over flight plans with Jake. You had called Jake, in tears as you ran out of the restaurant trying to avoid the sympathy looks from strangers. 

“He’s not with me,” Jake said, “He left the hangar hours ago.” 

It felt like a slug to your chest as you heard Jake’s words. You tried your best to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt, and not let your mind go there. . . but you couldn’t help it. He was staying out later, coming home at odd hours, answering his phone, and walking away to a private spot in his house. And you swore that he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume a couple of nights ago. 

Bradley had rushed home the second he checked his watch and realized how late he was. He stopped by the local flower shop and begged them to unlock the door so he could buy you a bouquet of purple roses. He had practiced a speech in his head of what he was going to say to you, but when he walked through the door and found you sitting on the couch, still in your dress and a glass of red wine in your hand, he knew that he wasn’t getting out of this easy. 

He didn’t, however, expect you to yell at him. He had never, ever, seen you like this.

“You have been lying to me for weeks!” You yelled at him, “And how dare you stand there and belittle me!” 

“Well! What do you expect me to do?! And what the hell were you doing on base at night? You know you can’t be there!” Bradley said.

“Because I wanted the fucking truth, Bradley. And I got it. Tell me where you were!? You told me, Bradley, you promised me that you wouldn’t do this to me! That you were better than all the rest and I believe you, so just tell-” 

“Oh my god!” Bradley groaned, running a head down his face, “You’re acting like a child!” 

You froze as you stared at him, his brown eyes filling with regret the second the words slipped his mouth. 

“I-” 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. You weren’t even thinking when you picked up the glass vase of flowers he had gotten you and threw it down on the floor. The shattering of glass was deafening as Bradley jumped, while you stood there barefoot, letting the glass and water sprinkle on your feet. You looked up at him, his eyes were wide as he looked from the mess and then to you. 

“Jesus, you really have fucking lost it.” Bradley laughed to himself, “This is why I spend my time with Tessa-” 

He clamped his jaw shut as soon as he said the name. You took a shaky breath, as tears clouded yours. She had a name, making everything you had speculated even more real. Bradley took a step towards you, but you held your hand up stopping him. You bit your lip and wiped your eyes. 

“I think I-it’s best if you stay with Jake tonight,” You suggested and Bradley nodded. 

You listened as Bradley’s footsteps drift out of the kitchen and up the creaky wooden stairs of your home. The bedroom door shut, and Bradley started shuffling around to find himself clothes for the night. You took a deep breath and knelt down, looking at the glass that was shattered around the floor and started to clean it up. You paused several times as your vision got too blurry with tears to continue. Once you had everything cleaned up, you made yourself a cup of tea, and sat down at the table, looking out into the still dark of the night. 

“Hey,” Bradley said softly, walking over to you, his backpack over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to go to bed upset, cause I know you won’t sleep. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” You nodded and Bradley kissed the top of your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I’m sorry too,” You said barely above a whisper. You watched as Bradley walked out the front door, the image being burned into your eyes. You had watched him leave a thousand times, but for some reason, this felt different. You saw his car pull out of the driveway and turn down the road towards his brother’s house. You didn’t move, letting the sinking feeling of the quiet house soak into your skin. 

———————

“She threw a glass?!” Jake asked as Bradley, recounted the argument between you and him.

“Not really, more like held it above her head and threw it down,” Bradley answered. He was stretched out on Jake’s couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, “And then I mentioned Tessa.” 

“You’re a fucking idiot…” 

“I know,” 

“Did you explain who Tessa was?” 

“How the fuck do I explain who Tessa is without telling her the whole secret. ‘Oh hey, babe I’ve been sneaking around with an engagement party planner so I can propose to you.’ ” Bradley said and sat up from the couch, “I feel like I just fucked everything up.” 

“Sounds like it,” Jake said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Bradley shot him a look and he held his hands up in defense, “Hey! I’m not the one who called their girlfriend a child. You already know how she feels about being called that” 

“I know,” Bradley sighed, “I just. . . She was just- I don’t even know. I’ve never seen her that upset and it was making me mad that I was making her mad and I just-”  

“Fucked up.”  

“Yeah,” Rooster leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, “What do I do?” 

“Exactly what you are doing now. You let her have the night, let her think things through, and go back tomorrow. Talk it out. You two have been through so much together, this can’t be the end,” Jake explained and Bradley nodded, “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too long, your mind needs rest.” 

Bradley nodded, “Night, man.” 

Bradley finished his glass of whiskey and then set it down on the table. He pulled his phone out and contemplated sending you a message, but decided against it. He locked his phone and set it down, before lying down and getting comfortable for the night. 

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The next morning Bradley did exactly what Jake had suggested and went out to buy your favorite flowers. The morning rain felt refreshing as he pulled up to his shared home with you. Bradley checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure he looked his best. He picked up the yellow and orange roses he had gotten, and sniffed them, making sure they smelled fresh. 

“Okay… here goes nothing,” Bradley said to himself as he pushed the car door open and quickly ran into the house, trying not to get soaked by the rain. He unlocked the door and shut it quickly. 

“Sugar!” Bradley called out. 

He looked around the first level and didn’t see you. He checked his phone, noticing it was still morning, you might have not been up yet. A smile crawled its way to his face, as he climbed the stairs, two at a time, the thought of surprising you dancing in his head. However, when he pushed the bedroom door open he was met with the sight of a perfectly made bed as if no one had slept in it. 

Bradley moved quickly from the main bedroom to the guest bedrooms and saw the same scene. Perfectly made beds. He began to panic, what if something had happened to you last night after he left? Bradley pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. He called the same number three more times, getting the same result each time. He sent Jake a frantic text, telling him you were missing. 

Bradley paced his bedroom, the flowers now laying on the bed, as he was pulling at his hair trying to think of what could’ve happened and who to contact. He pulled up the call feature on his phone again and almost called 9-1-1 when he looked up at the doors to their closet. He slowly put his phone down and walked to the closet. Pushing the doors back, he broke down. 

“No… no… no, no!” Bradley cried as he ran over to the dresser, yanking open the drawers to find them in the same state as the closet.

Empty. 

He pulled open cabinets in the bathroom, drawers to her vanity, desk drawers in the office, and pantry cupboards. Everything that you owned was gone. 

Bradley felt like the house was suffocating him. He ran down the stairs and out the door, slamming it shut. He ran all the way to Jake’s house, which luckily for him was just two streets over. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. Everything that he had ever known was just gone… 

“Bradley?” Jake asked, barging into the house, “W-what happened? Where are you? I just saw your-” 

“She’s gone,” Bradley said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“S-she left me… she left me, oh my god, she left me.”

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I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

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pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons. 

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

LT

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

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Waking On Air || chapter 5

It was ironic, honestly, how you managed to get back with Tom, but had the person who’d gotten under your skin eventually steer clear of you. Maverick; the daily thrill of your day, the annoying little parasite you couldn’t scratch off your body, the person who wouldn’t leave your side for a moment had been ignoring and breaking your heart for what was nearly a week.

At first, you’d barely noticed. Preoccupied with how you’d somehow managed to put your joy second for once again in order not to hurt Tom, you’d missed how Maverick would instantly change paths if he was walking the same direction as you. It began being clear, though, a couple of days later.

Like the refrain of a sappy heartbreak song, it physically burned you to come into realization with the fact that Pete Mitchell had stopped showing signs of interest in you and it had you puzzling yourself over what you’ve done wrong.

The sudden change of his behavior ended up affecting you more than your mind could possibly imagine. Your eyes drooped with sleep, skin pale as you forced yourself to walk into Viper’s office, legs and heart heavy. Sure, you weren’t stupid; you knew that all the exhaustion had ruined your performance, constantly getting called off your aircraft and aborting missions.

Part of you knew exactly what you were going to get told, word by word — but the other part chose to not expect anything. Your plane was all that could get you through miserable conditions such as the current one and you couldn’t bare to get grounded or even worse, suspended.

The words that came out of Viper’s mouth came as no surprise to you, yet still managed to make your knees weaken, uncomfortably cleaning your throat as he dismissed you. Your fingers rolled into fists, digging deep into the sides of your uniform as you bit back an entire breakdown that was hanging on from a thin thread.

You’re grounded, Lieutenant.

He’d promised it’d only be for a small amount of time, until you’d come back to your senses and would be able to perform again, but it’d cut deep through your already stretched out and bruised ego.

“Roger?” a familiar soft voice called from behind you, causing you to turn around slowly. You came face to face with a very worried-looking and confused Maverick; his brows cocked in attempt to read your stiff expression. You tried to speak to him, but found your voice dying down between chokes that accompanied tears. After glancing around reluctantly to make sure no one else was passing by, you lunged your body forward, hitting Maverick’s chest with a slight bump, burying your head in his neck and clutching your arms around his shoulders. Crestfallen, you dampened the fabric of his own uniform with your sobs, only just realizing how powerful the overstimulation you’d been holding back had gotten.

Maverick was hesitant to touch you at first. He didn’t much know what to do with himself — it was the first time you’d ever touched him as well (besides the occasional punches in his shoulders for being a jackass) — but as the lavender scent from your shampoo filled the air, his arms encircled your waist gently, holding you with so much warmth and fear at the same time; as if you were expensive china he’d be petrified to break.

His heartbeat was beating so loud that his brain was getting dizzy by the sound of his blood pumping through his veins. Having you in his embrace spoke volumes, making him melt in a puddle. It scared you to admit that your body was having an experience same to his.

The hug was tentative at first but gradually grew more secure as your sobs eventually came to an end, eyes dry and puffy. You wanted to let go of the pilot’s enveloping embrace, even though not a single muscle moved when the message was delivered to your nervous system.

“‘M sorry,” your voice was muffled by his shoulder and you finally found the courage to pull away from him and take him in, the hypnotized and sort of dumb look on his face. The corners of your lips curled into a tiny smile, which he mirrored as he unintentionally ran his hands up your back, exploring the feel of your uniform against his calloused palms, until they stopped at your shoulder blades, suddenly making him a lot jumpier than before. He quickly took a few steps back from you, causing your little grin to drop.

“I have to go,” he blurted out in a rush, almost running into a wall as he fastened his pace, walking away from you. Your heart ached as you watched him leave — the same way he’d felt when he had to watch you do the same thing to him back when you’d met with him at the cliffs.

A little sniffle, a tear escaping as you wiped it away, not knowing what to do with yourself. How had it gotten like that?

The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky, as you tiredly gazed outside of your window, chin propped on your hands. The boredom was killing you slowly along with the package of unanswered questions of why Maverick was going through such a hard time with you. The phone was ringing and you were pretty sure it was your boyfriend calling you to ask if you’d like to come over to his place, but you already knew what your answer would be.

It shot arrows through your heart; having to pretend around Tom. He was such a kindhearted man and he deserved so much better than you, you just wished you had the courage to tell him.

An unexpected face popped up on your window and you jumped behind, almost hitting your head on the coffee table, hand over your fast beating heart. It was Goose, with a wide smirk on his face, snickering at your reaction. He motioned you to open the window and you did, still sort of shaking thanks to the fright he gave you.

“‘Ey, there,” he mocked in a British accent.

“Get lost, Bradshaw.”

Goose placed a hand over his heart, too, pouting in fake sadness. “Your words wound me, Lieutenant.” You rolled your eyes and slightly pushed him away, trying to hold back a laugh.

“What happened, Goose?”

“You and Mav,” he replied almost immediately, causing your eyebrows to raise in confusion. “Well, as mentioned before, you guys are my second family, aside from my baby boy and Carole, and having to watch both of you look so ridiculously miserable when you obviously both have the hots for each other kind of frustrates me.”

You cringed at the word ‘hots’, knowing your feelings for Maverick had moved far past that line. “We’ve talked about that before, Goose.”

“Yeah, I know,” he dismissed with a sad smile, placing his hand on your arm, holding you softly as he carefully caressed the fabric of your thin black shirt. “What I also know, though, is that aside from what your façade shows in public, you both have no balls to face your feelings, ergo me intervening.”

“Even if I wanted to talk to him,” you hummed quietly, looking down at your feet, “he’s been fucking avoiding me as if I’ve got leprosy.”

Goose chuckled. “I think you might be forgetting that I have his address,” he suggested, slipping a small, crumbled piece of paper into the pocket of your sweatpants, then proceeded to mess your hair up goodbye with some poor excuse of having to leave and that the decision was yours to make.

You reached into your pocket and unfolded the little paper, staring blankly at it for a moment.

Maverick was minding his own business when he heard an unexpected trail of shaky knocks on his door. It’s late, he thought, rubbing his eyes open as he walked towards the door, opening it while trying to regain consciousness from being half dozed off. “Goose, I swear to God—”

“Try again,” he heard a feminine voice chirp, his eyes suddenly wide open, pupils blown away in shock — and confusion — as he stood frozen, gaping at your frame. He looked so priceless you almost felt sorry for surprising him like that.

“Roger?” he questioned with a slight voice crack.

“Aren’t you letting me in?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” Maverick moved aside, inviting you in as he shut his door. He was afraid that you weren’t real; that this was all part of a dream he’d wake up from feeling lightheaded again, was terrified of moving any muscle of his body that could potentially ruin the dream and make you disappear from in front of him.

“I’m sorry for showing up like that,” you apologized, looking everywhere but at him.

“It’s okay, you know I don’t mind,” his response came quick along with a sharp intake of breath. Sputtering and struggling to find the words — or even get his mind think straight for that matter — Maverick scraped a hand through his un-gelled, short hair and opened his mouth. “How did you, uh, how did you know where I live?”

You chuckled, wanting to give him the same stern-looking smirk he’d been giving you since the first time you saw him. You’d never come across through such a fidgety version of Maverick before and you were terribly tempted to give him the worst time, turn his face crimson, but you opted to be civil about it.

“Not the only one who’s got the monopoly of barging into people’s houses anymore, huh? I’d keep an eye on your title if I were you, Lieutenant Mitchell.” Maverick eased, smiling a little at your joke. He offered you a glass of water (and the leftover vanilla cake Goose had made for him in the weekend), then sat down with you on his couch. “Seriously, though, I just wanted to apologize for whatever I’ve done that’s driven you away. It’s been eating my head all week.”

Maverick shifted nervously and you bit the inside of your cheek, scared you’d hit a nerve. A long, loud sigh from both of you — and then he was looking at you straight in the eyes, fingers tangled his in dog chains.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he murmured lowly, swallowing around the lump in his throat. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips and you couldn’t help but feel guilty about how he lacked of that Maverick bit about him.

“Then how come you avoid me every time we’re in the same room, Pete? We’re all in the same academy, one way or another you’d eventually be forced to talk to me anyway.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” You scrunched your nose in confusion, cocking your head to the side. Maverick turned his body to you, facing you completely. “Not to talk to you all the time? Not bother you, not be up your ass? It would make Kazansky uncomfortable.”

“For fuck’s sake,” you exhaled in exhaustion, massaging the spot between your eyebrows. Had he been that upset because of Tom? “This entire time you’re telling me that you’ve been treating me as a deadly disease because you’re suddenly oh, so kind to not mess with Tom and me?”

Maverick bunched his hands in fists and brought them up on his forehead, leaning towards his knees. “It’s not a ray of sunshine to watch you be every second of the day around him, you know.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Pete, what the hell am I supposed to do — stab him repeatedly in the chest and then leave him a note saying how he should take me out on that fancy restaurant around the corner?!” You instantly regretted the tone of voice you’d adopted, curling back into the couch until your back hit the arm. “Look, all I’m saying is that maybe you should give up on me.”

A profound emptiness opened up inside him, threatening to swallow him whole, his heart feeling as if it was getting squeezed. “I don’t want to.”

Your pupils widened, cheeks scorching under the dim lighting of Maverick’s living room. It was exactly what you’d been dreading to hear and what you prayed not to come out of his mouth at the same time — it caught you so off guard that you thought you were having a near heart attack experience. You crossed your legs, tapping your fingers on the top of your knees in prevention of grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his without thinking about the consequences.

“What do you mean you don’t want to?”

You knew precisely what he meant, yet your mind was spinning, dizzy by his words, lost in his eyes and intoxicating smell. Maverick scooted closer to you, bumping the heel of his foot against yours.

“I mean I don’t want to,” he repeated, voice lower than the first time, adopting a shy tone. There it was again; the Mitchell charm you’d missed about him, the slight teasing, the smirk, the look on his face that made you ascend. “Do you want me to give up on you?”

No, never, don’t you dare give up on me. You simply stared at him, so breathless, so out of your comfort zone, so speechless. He looked angelic and his words were getting your body to reach inhuman temperatures — you thought you’d die if he kept looking at you like that. Your lips parted, wanting to reply to him, because — god — had you been looking stupid enough standing there in front of him like a statue. Maverick grazed the tip of his fingers against yours, waiting patiently for any reaction. His thumbs traced your knuckles in a silent confession — he couldn’t let all of it out yet, it was too soon and he didn’t want to risk getting the remains his already broken heart completely shattered.

You couldn’t get any words out of your mouth, which was frankly becoming quite embarrassing. In that moment, only the two of you existed, leaving the rest of the world in a blurry fade; it was just you and Maverick and thousands of loud, yet unspoken words in between.

“Maverick,” you eventually breathed, but your voice muted when you realized how close he’d gotten, his forehead almost touching yours as he tested the waters and slowly began leaning in. Your eyelids shut instantly, eyes rolling at the back of your head as you felt hot puffs of air against your skin. Warmth pooled between your thighs, lips aching to touch his very kissable ones, but you couldn’t. A finger came up against them instead, slowing him down— but didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss on the pad of it.

You were sure you’d asphyxiate yourself by not allowing yourself to breathe normally — or at all, for that matter. You leaned your head against his, eyes still closed. “We can’t,” you whispered with a heavy heart and felt him sigh.

“Why not?”

“You know why,” was your answer, even though you yourself hadn’t had the slightest idea of what you were talking about. Not kissing him had been the hardest task you’d ever executed (suddenly losing your life in the pre-flight seemed like a sweet idea) and you hated yourself for it. You hated breaking Maverick’s heart again and again.

“Roger…”

“When I first met you,” you muttered quietly with a relaxed smile, “I thought you were the most arrogant and pompous person I’ve met.”

You heard him chuckle, the sound of his laughter jumpstarting your heart in the most beautiful way possible. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, yeah. Never thought a human with an ego bigger than his actual physical height existed. You probably proved me wrong.” You took your sweet time with finally pulling away from him, bringing your palm against his cheek.

“D’you still think that?” Maverick asked innocently, leaning towards your touch.

“Kind of.” He was everything you hated and loved. Pete Mitchell was the only person in your life that made you lose control, that had you falling into an abyss without reaching anything. “Pete?” you spoke his name softly, removing your hand from his face.

“Yeah?”

You got up from your seat, walking towards his door and opening it. Just before you were about to leave, you stopped to look at him, nervousness pulsing through your veins with every beat of your heart. “Don’t give up on me yet.”

chapter 6

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[pollyna]

2020!Ice back in '86 would tell Mav about the hop, or at least try to make him understand to take caution against jet washes even if it cost him to come back to an empty bed and a life without Maverick in it.

#i know it's a popular theme but it always makes my brain go dvdhdvdhdb ice would do that 100% #and probably hit himself behind his young self head a little and tell him how proud he is of what he accomplished #he would act like a kindness even knowing the risks #even knowing that he could come back to life without maverick in it and without bradley too #it's not about telling his young self about cancer it's just-being sure that the person he cares the most could be really happy #can u imagine living with the unconscious thought of never being enough to make some happy bc you think if that person wasn't dead he- #-wouldn't even be around? like not something ice thinks about or anything just something that sometimes comes up when he's tired drunk and- #-he goes back to an empty home #i read the ff 'bout mav the sky and ice believing not to be enough and i can't stop thinkin' about this #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #fix it (of sort) #insecutiry #top gun (1986) #top gun: maverick

[rebelliousstories]

Masterlist

Started: July 22nd, 2022

Updated: May 1st, 2024 Bounty Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Reader

Prompt List: Here

Request: Open

Works In Progress: Here

Top Gun: Maverick

ELVIS (2022)/Austin Butler

Halloween

The Lost Boys

25 Days of Ficmas

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co.

Lewis Pullman & Co.

Grimm

Criminal Minds

Fallout

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[plaguedoctorsmistress]

Living Devil (Part 2 of 2)

Billy the Kid x Reader

Prompt: Imagine being Alex’s daughter and having a crush on Billy but refusing to admit it, only for him to save you and your family from Murphy’s men. (Part 1)

*TW: canon bloodshed. Also I did not proofreader and don’t intend on doing so any time soon.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was not long after that it was suggested you all relocate to the attic, it would be an advantageous shooting point, the boys insisted. Frankly, by then you had completely dissociated from your situation, the shock had taken over and whatever expectations you had of being immune to danger was extinguished. So you resisted very little and noticed even less.

But for a moment, it seemed as if the boys were right, and you allowed yourself to have a sliver of hope. Behind the clutter of boxes and suitcases where you hid, the bullets did not come as close as they did in the living room, nonetheless, you were still aware of your cowardness, of your uselessness, you wished you could be as brave as Doc’s celestial girl, who had sprinted through the gunfire and unto his arms, all in the name of love.

And so, you focused on swallowing your fear, bottling it to be dealt with later. You assessed your situation, the Union men had set the house on fire, an attempt to speed your surrender no doubt, Billy seemed more ecstatic than ever before, he carried himself as if he had no doubt he would make it out of this alive, as if being burned alive and shot at was nothing but a minor inconvenience, easily handled.

You noticed how the other boys, however, began coughing, especially Steve and Chavez, and wondered how long until they would be blinded by the smoke, you wondered what would take you first, the bullets or the fire. You knew if you didn't find an alternative and fast exit you were undoubtedly dead-men walking.

You crawled away from your mother, who tried to grasp the trail of your dress, your father was too preoccupied looking through the boxes, and you wondered if he was looking for a solution too, and he barely noticed your swift escape.

"Chávez!" You crawled towards him, coughing his name several times before he noticed.

“ (Y/N/N)?” He hurried to your side, grabbing your arms and shaking you “have you lost your mind? Go back to your hiding place!” He howled.

“We need to find a way out, we won’t survive if our plan is to simply shoot them off!” You screeched, he pushed you behind a wall, and you struggled to yell over the noise and smoke.

“I know, I just haven’t figured how yet” his face darted from side to side in distress.

“I have a plan, but it isn’t foolproof” he looked at you and nodded his head urging you to continue, “they won't shoot me, they won’t shoot a girl, and I mean no offense, truly, I don’t, but your hair is long, I have a winter coat in one of those boxes if you masquerade as the Chinese girl we might be able to make it to the horses, after that the boys would only have to run towards us and ride away.”

He paused and looked towards Billy, then your father. “It is a suicide mission, give me the coat and I’ll do it myself—”

“Nonsense!” You screeched, “I am coming with you or we aren’t going at all, you won’t be able to bring all those horses yourself.”

“Can you even ride?” You nodded, offended, “It doesn’t matter, if I took you and you got hurt, that chivato Billy would have my throat!”

You laughed, “well damn him, if I stay we will die anyways.”

At that, Chavez paused, he knew you were right and this was the best chance you had of escape, so he reluctantly agreed. Besides, Billy might not be around long enough to kill him.

You shoved your way through the boxes frantically, your mother yelling at you to settle down, your father holding on to her tightly, in a shock of his own, he tried to grab you as well, but you were faster. As soon as you spotted the coat you wasted no time kissing your parent’s goodbye.

“I’ll be right back! I love you!” Your father tried to go after you, and if you had known that was the last time you would have seen him alive, perhaps, you would have stayed for a hug.

You were both able to sneak past the boys and out of the house with little hassle, there was a hole in the Union’s attack, and that was where you planned to cross over.

Begging for mercy, and waving your hair wildly (proving you were of the fairer sex’) you called the commander’s attention, who ordered the men around him to cease fire, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, you and Chavez were able to escape with little trouble, refusing to stop once you passed the army threshold, you both feigned hysteria and ran past Murphy’s men and the army not sparing them a second glance.

The horses were tied against the city wall and you hurried to them, fingers shaking you struggled to untie them and it seemed Chavez did too, you knew the adrenaline was wearing off, but you couldn’t let yourself think of that for long, you needed to get the others out first, you needed to leave the city, and then, then you could cry to your heart’s desire, shake like a rattlesnake’s tail, and screech until your throat went raw.

But not now, not yet.

You quickly got onto Billy's horse and held onto Doc’s mare; Chavez was on his own animal and pulled Steve and Charlie’s horse. He nodded his head once, as if urging you to lead the way.

You forced a smile and briskly turned the horse forward, urging him back into town before your mind could scare you off. As you rode back to your home, you saw a large trunk being thrown off the attic and you were momentarily stunned, for out of it came Billy, guns blazing… What in God’s name was he thinking?

Then came Steve from the side exit, and Charlie, you couldn’t spot your father, but was certain he must have been inside, given he was unarmed and had already professed his unwavering decision of not running away. You saw Doc and his girl narrowly escape and ran to their side.

“We thought you were gone!” He screamed.

You could see the men loading what must have been the biggest gun in the world!

“I would never leave you behind, now hurry! We need to go! Now!”

You left him his reins and rushed off, certain he could escape on his own.

And then you saw Billy, smack in the center of it all, gunshot to the arm, you knew it was risky, but the only way you could possibly get to him was by galloping through the gunfire and hoping he could get on the saddle fast enough. So you hit the horse one last time, and faster than you had ever ridden before you dove into the commotion.

You could hear the bullets whiz past your ears and felt the frantic horse underneath you, who despite trembling in fear did not waiver his step. Billy’s eyes nearly jumped out of his socket when he saw you, his mouth went agape.

“Get on William! Fast!”

He was about to reprimand you, it was clear to see, but figured it would be best to wait until later, when the machine gun and the soldiers were out of sight. He instead, shook his head and let out a low chuckle, jumping behind you, one arm going around your waist and the other taking the reins, he wasted no time in getting you both of that havoc.

“Run boys! Run!” You turned your head to the sound of your father’s voice, who stood at the front of the house.

In retrospect, you wish you hadn’t. For the sight that greeted you haunted you for the rest of your life. That monstrosity of a gun fired what seemed like a million bullets against his chest, you threw your body back in shock, and if it weren’t for Billy holding you, you would have easily fallen off.

“Look away honey, look away” he begged you.

You were frantic, tears falling uncontrollably, still trying to get off the horse, you mumbled incoherent death sentences pleading him to go back, to shoot them, to do something.

Surprisingly, he turned his horse around.

“Hey Murphy!” The older man turned to face him, face contorted into sheer anger, and then fear as he faced the barrel of Billy’s gun.

“Now it’s over.”

And so Billy fired one bullet straight through Murphy’s head.

One bullet, and it was for you, for John, for Dick, and for Alex.

And so, finally, it seemed Justice was served. The Regulators finished their job, as unorthodox as their methods may have been.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You all congregated an hour away from the city, your mother included. She was distraught with your father’s passing, and as the boys said their farewells and formulated half thought out plans regarding their futures, you clutched to Susan with all your might.

“What do you want to do now mama?” You whimpered.

“I am going to finish what your father and John Turnstall started,” she responded, quite fiercely.

Billy approached you then, hat in hand, but did not interrupt your conversation.

“I’ll help you then” a part of you ached with regret, after all, you knew if you said goodbye to Billy then, it would be centuries until you saw him again, if you ever did, and you cared so much for him, you wanted to be with him so badly–

“Nonsense!” Your mother retorted.

You furrowed your brows, despite your feelings for the outlaw you would never leave your recently widowed mother all alone.

“By the time tomorrow’s paper is printed you will be just as wanted as him, you fooled the US Army! For my safety and yours, it is best if you go with Billy. ” She caressed your cheek and smiled softly, looking at Billy briefly as if silently urging him to promise your safety.

He nodded once and you remained silent, she was right but it frightened you to leave her on her own.

“I have been alone before, I will be fine, and come six months when you aren’t such a hot topic, you may come back if that is what you wish.” She affirmed, pulling both of you to your feet.

“Alright” your voice came out frail, unfocused, your mind was elsewhere, rushing through poorly learned prayers asking for your mother’s safety.

You then turned to Billy and he smiled, all teeth.

“We can get married if it makes you more comfortable,” he laughed, raising his brows at your mother suggestively “for her honor” he finished softly, gaze turning to you.

You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest, he held your wrist in place and pulled you closer, quickly pressing his lips against yours, you gasped in surprise but did not pull away, instead wrapping a hand of your own around his hair, it all felt very surreal, Billy had a way of completely derailing you, making you feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole.

“Enough! At least wait until we are gone!”You heard Doc grumble.

You pushed Billy away embarrassed, but his hand remained wrapped around your waist. The boys all smiled and your mother looked flushed, but did not say anything else.

After you took your place behind Billy on his horse, hands wrapped around his waist, his hat on your head you asked him:

“Where to next?”

“Wherever you want.” He turned to you, and smiled shamelessly.

It seemed Billy had found his lifetime companion, and you didn't know this yet, but come six months, you would have a real wedding band around your finger and would refuse to part from him until the end of your mortal life.

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Finally! I am done! I am sorry it took so long to finish, I am not kidding when I say I haven’t slept since Thursday, between work, school, and the four day festival I went to, I am BEAT!This is probably littered with mistakes please ignore them lol. I tagged the people who showed interest in the story, if you want to be removed from this little makeshift tag list just let me know.

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[slutforbuck]

Longing - Part 2

P1 P3

You were trying not to laugh at William ’s attempt to feed the pigs when they rode in that afternoon. The sound of horses alerted you before you ever saw them.

“Daddy! You better come quickly!” You stood tall and proud as Murphy rode towards you with a smirk across his slimy fcae. Your father came to stand next to you. “Good afternoon, gentlemen.” “Good afternoon John.” Sheriff Brady leaned forward on his saddle horn to address your father. “Mr. Dolan and Mr. Murphy are complaining about their merchandise wagon being plundered. They think you’re behind it.” In sync, you and Dick started forward, “That’s a fargin’ lie and you know it!” “Richard. Y/n.” Dick backed down, but you stayed on edge. “Mr. Murphy is going to continue coming to you and claiming I’ve taken his property until I’m pronounced a thief and shaken out of Lincoln. I’ve never touched his property. I have no cause.” “Well! The Belted Earl has spoken.” Murphy locked onto your eyes, immediately making you uneasy. “Look behind you Earl. All I see are hired thieves. Shame such a pretty girl has to be here with this filth. You could have a fine place with me lass.” The men with Murphy and Brady laughed, all knowing exactly the place Murphy had in mind. “You son of a bi—“ Your words were cut off when Chavez yanked you back, covering your mouth. His soft whispers tickled your ear, “No querida. Not now. Things will only be worse.” You watched as Murphy dropped from his horse, whispering harshly to your father. Chavez pulled you behind him, shielding you from the men’s view. Peering from behind his arm, you watched Murphy mount his horse, readying himself to depart. “You are ambitious Earl. But you’d be better off selling ladies’ undergarments in Hamstead. Get ready for hell!” With the last threat, the group rode off back towards town. You stayed in your place behind Chavez until your father came for you. “Thank you for protecting her. I’ve got her.” Chavez’s warm gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he turned away. John looped your arm through his and guided you back inside. “Pay him no mind Y/n. He’s just a cruel old man.” But there was more to Mr. Murphy than just cruelty. You could tell from the cloud’s in your father’s eyes that he was worried.

Knock. Knock. “Y/n, dear, could you get that?” You weren’t sure who to expect when you opened the door, no on e really came out to the ranch, and none of the boys knocked. A tall, lanky young man stood at the door, bags tossed carelessly over his shoulders. “May I help you?” The door was open just wide enough for half your body to be seen, and the young man looked taken aback. “Uh, I’m sorry ma’am. I must be at the wrong place. I’m looking for the Tunstall ranch.”“You found it.” The door swung wide, and you were shooed away, barley catching the young man’s name. McCloskey.

William accompanied you and your father into town in the days leading up to New Year’s. William needed nice clothes, and you were allowed a new dress. William and your father smiled as you stepped onto the shop’s porch in your new dress. “Why Miss. Tunstall you look mighty nice!” You smiled at William and gave a twirl, “You clean up nicely too William.” John went to ready the wagon and William helped you up into the seat. “Y/n, I’m mighty thankful for you and John welcoming me in the way you have.” “You’re family now Billy.”

Waiting outside the ranch home, the boys watched as Chavez threw his knives into the well bucket and admired his skill. Shots were fired from the roof, startling them all. “Regulators!” William’s laughter died down, and the men all looked towards John. Charlie was the first to speak, “Y/n’s coming isn’t she?” “Who gets to be her escort this year?” The men’s voices began to merge with each other, all eager to see you. Before John could answer, you stepped out onto the porch. “To answer your questions: Yes, I am coming. And no, I do not need an escort. I would like a dance with each of you tonight though.” The boys all grinned and agreed, while your father walked you to the wagon.

You sat with Charlie, Steve, and McCloskey laughing at Billy’s attempt to dance. The music slowed, and eyes fell on you from feet away. Chavez came to you, gently pulling you to your feet. You laid your head onto his chest, and he pulled you tightly against him. Softly, your eyes closed, and you inhaled, drinking in his scent. Warm leather and worn wood filled your senses as he silently swayed and twirled you to the music. As the song came to a close, you looked up to meet his eyes. Dark and earthy like the ground after a fresh rain, illuminated gold by the flickering fire. He leaned in to you, impossibly close. His warm breath fanned across your lips, but just before he melted into you, gunshots rang out. “Happy New Year!” His lips were so close you could feel his words on yours, “Happy New Year querida.”

The sun had just begun to rise on the ride back, and the boys were joyfully singing off key. Your father looked to you, but you were still back in Lincoln, dancing with Chavez. “What’s on your mind dear?” Your eyes kept a far off look, and your voice was soft. “Daddy, how did you know you were in love with Mother?” Memories glazed over John’s eyes and he smiled. “I imagine it was much like what you feel with him.” You head would have flown clean off your body if you had turned any faster, “Him?” John chuckled, “I’ve seen the stolen glances. The longing looks. The dance, just tonight. Chavez is a fine suitor my darling.” A faint blush covered your cheeks. How could your father know what you were just starting to figure out? The sound of horses behind you pulled both of your from your tender father-daughter moment. “Not the girl.” You started to turn toward the sickening voice, but your father stopped you. “Remember my dear, I will always love you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as the bullets flew and he fell to the ground. “DADDY!!!!!” Your body hit the cold, hard ground when you jumped from the wagon. “Daddy no. Please. No. Please.” Your bloodcurdling screams alerted the boys, and both Billy and Chavez began racing towards you. Doc stopped Billy and guided him away as Murphy’s men came barreling towards them. Chavez managed to get to you without being seen, but you refused to move. He found you laying across your father, sobs racking your body. His usually gentle voice was pressing and urgent, “Y/n please, we have to get you out of here before they come back. Querida please.” Screaming, you hit at him, banging your fists against his arms and chest. “NO! Just leave me here to die!” Chavez finally managed to pull you from your father and get you onto his horse. The kicking and screaming subsided, instead turning to silent sobs, as Chavez rode with you held tightly against you.

#young guns #young guns movie #young guns 1988 #young guns imagine #jose chavez y chavez #chavez #chavez x reader #billy the kid #dirty steve stephens #doc scurlock #john tunstall #dick brewer #charlie bowdre

[promisingyounglady]

stranger. | BB x Reader

SYNOPSIS: drunk hookup, no names exchanged, bradley is a pussy eating king.

PAIRING: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

You pant, breathing heavily

“W-What’s your name again?”

A head pops up from in between your legs, giving you a sight that makes you delirious from the sheer sexiness of it all.

He’s golden, the warm light from the bedside table lamp, casting a glow on his pink cheeks. Dog tags hang from his collar bones.

He’s got pretty eyes, a strong nose and a shit-eating grin covered by a mustache that’s dripping in your slick.

You hadn’t even had time to even exchange names, only knowing that you were mutual friends of Jake who met at tonight’s party. One too many shots later and you’re here getting eaten out by a fighter pilot you don’t even know the name of.

He comes forward, leaning into your breath as he mutters softly. “Bradley. Bradshaw.”

You moan, feeling how his hands slide up your body as he utters his name, embarrassingly squirming under his touch.

“Say it back” He requests, deep brown eyes gazing into yours.

You oblige, moaning his name in a breathless whisper.

“Bradley”

He smiles, kissing you to shut you up before he goes down back in between your legs, pecks littered against the flesh of your inner thighs.

“Say my name and then ask me to eat you out”

You almost can’t believe your ears. You look down, gripping the sheets as you stare the smug bastard down.

“Nicely” he adds, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit as he smirks.

You throw your head back, eyes shutting as you mumble embarrassingly. “Eat me bradley”

His hands roam to your tits, giving them a squeeze

“Louder” he replies, muffled as he’s concentrated in stuffing his face in your vagina, choosing to give small unsatisfying licks until you say it properly.

You cry out, chest rising. “Eat me out, Bradley” you grit, moaning when he finally swipes his nose along your pussy, giving you what you want.

“I don’t like you.” you huff, glaring at the head of hair you’re running your hands through.

You feel him smile against your mound, coming up to snarkily change the topic.

“What’s your name?”

#fic: accident #oneshot #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw oneshot #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick smut #bradley rooster x reader #bradley rooster x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw fanfic #miles teller smut #miles teller fanfic #miles teller oneshot #miles teller #rooster x reader #rooster smut #rooster x you #promising young lady : enid writes📝 #my writing lowkey shit sorry

[merry-andrews]

Glen Powell as a ray of sunshine Chad Radwell in Scream Queens 💗

And my fave shot (which is now my profile pic!);

#glen powell #chad radwell #screenshots #scream queens #all screenshots are mine but I don't own this tv show! or the actor🤭 (tho I wish I could have him hhnn!) #ok but @top gun fans its how I imagine young jake in flight school looks like! #you're welcome!!

[callmephighter]

I have decided that toxic goo (parasite before parasites) adopted hypnocannon. idk if adopted is the right word but he took him in

#hypnocannon doesn't have a family they kicked him out #he just kinda wandered the streets committing crimes until goo was like. are you ok do you need a home #he wasn't very happy to be in goo's house and left but eventually he kept coming back #he always did #he did appreciate goo eventually he just has trust issues from his family throwing him out so young #hypnocannon (phighter) #toxic goo (phighter) #alien parasite (phighter) #eventually goo took in coil gun and hologram screens and maybe someone else idk too #you can imagine the stress when they all lost him