#• 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

[lunyte]

love as a transformative act is at the core of shadowheart's storyline –– the idea that when you come into contact with others and form community and friendship, you are irrevocably changed in small and big ways. the idea that you have the power to shift her into a healthy, happy future, or one that is dark and bleak because your opinion matters. the idea that we are all wet clay, and every hand that shapes us leaves fingerprints. and it's like. shadowheart spent so long feeling empty. vase-like. dark all over, dark inside. and she thought all that dark was filling her up. but when the light shone through, she saw that it was all empty. and it's only then that she could begin to understand what that means for her, and why she has to let that go.

[angeleyes-devilishsmile]

𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 & 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚

“ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? ”

• 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙄𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 18𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘, 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 25. 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚.

𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 & 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰 24/7

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[batman-dc-imagines]

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰! 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘺!^^) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘴! 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴!^^

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦!

𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 3/3/24 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 5/24/24

🔞𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦!🔞 🫂𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵!🫂 🕊️𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵!🕊️ ❗𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴❗

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

𝘐𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘮'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!

𝘐𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 📥 18/♾️

𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴: 1. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 I 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 2. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘴. 3. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴) + 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 (𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵) + 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘦𝘹. 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 9) 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩…(𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧) 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 4-5)

(𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺: @𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘦)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴): 1. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯(𝘴) 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳(𝘴) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭. 2. 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘵 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭: 𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 1. 𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 2. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 3. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘹. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵." 𝘰𝘳 "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦." 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.

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“𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.” -taylor swift

JOEL MILLER X FEM READER!

!! Mature themes and Dark content, NSFW, MINORS DNI 18+ !!

THE LAST OF US 2 SPOILERS!!

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Summary: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘭, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Content warnings: 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 18+, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴: 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬.

Authors Note: 𝘐’𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

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You were aware of the risk that relationships during the apocalypse brought, but you and Joel had decided to take it anyways.

He was the hesitant one, the one who would end up at your doorstep saying how much he missed you, only to ignore your presence for days. It hurt, making you feel confused and led on for awhile. you’d express that to him, and soon after he began changing.

It was easy for him to let his guard down when around you. The day he met you, he knew he was going to be in trouble. Even though the world is dark and crawling with disgusting infected, being with you felt warm and inviting, like the world was actually glowing and healthy. That’s what you radiated; comfortability, sparks, and hope.

Joel never cared for smiling a ton. Of course he’d occasionally laugh or grin at Ellie or Tommy, But it came effortlessly as you both started talking about anything and everything. Conversing was smooth with you two, never running out of topics to discuss.

You fell first, but Joel fell harder.

He forgot about the state of the world temporarily during the moments you and him were together, and dove into you head first, never looking back. He didn’t regret it, none of it.

However, You wouldn’t ever get the opportunity to hear him say that for himself.

Because Joel’s gone.

It’s been a month without him, and oh, how lonely and void it is without his aura and spirit around Jackson. Around you.

You haven’t been up to much. Some patrols here and there when you feel like it, and then its back to your new home in which you haven’t payed much attention too yet.

Due to Living with Joel for two years, you got used to how perfect and content your situation was, pretending as though it would last forever. You basked in it, believing that the world can be good as long as you have Joel by your side.

But now there’s nothing making you happy. Nothing making you want to stay. You don’t eat, barley sleep, avoid your friends or go on patrol. Each and every day it’s the same shit. The reality around you looks and feels unbearably bleak, but Joel’s life was the soothing light.

With Joel, each day was a blissful mystery. He knew how to keep things fresh and enjoyable, that’s something you loved about him. He tried so hard for you, and you’d always appreciate that.

It’s unbearable when you’re not busy. Unwelcome flashes of the evil girl taking Joel’s precious life like it meant nothing, like he hadn’t changed yours for the better. No matter how hard you cried, begged and pleaded, she wouldn’t stop the harsh beating on him.

Even with Ellie’s help, the girl didn’t care. She decided to end it, to permanently take him away from the world. Away from you. How fucking dare she? You couldn’t and still can’t wrap your mind around why she would kill someone so warm and valuable to the dark world.

But the amount of rage you had didn’t matter thanks to the two men holding you down, making you unable to move out of their death grip. Your eyes were plastered on your lover’s mutilated face from the golf club, the chunks of his once delicate skin now stained with dark red. The sight churned your gut, bile rising in your throat. You wanted to throw up witnessing your lifeline take his last breaths.

The hot tears streaming down your cheeks were ignored as you screamed out once more, belting erratically, “I love you, Joel! I fuckin’ love you!”

You hoped with every fiber stored away in your soul that he somehow heard your confession. A confession that neither of you had a chance to admit.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, he hadn’t.

He was the last thing you saw before one of them kicked you in the face, sending you unconscious. and when you woke up, it was confirmed what occurred hadn’t been a terrifying nightmare. It was the cruel reality check that was inevitably catching up to you.

When you, Tommy, and Ellie had gotten home later that day, Ellie pulled you aside and expressed how you all should go out, search for Abby and her friends, and give them the revenge they rightfully deserve. And you, without a second of hesitation, agreed with her. You’d be leaving tomorrow morning on your horses with her and Dina, since Tommy took it upon himself to unexpectedly leave sooner.

Since that haunting day, sleep for you became nonexistent due to the reoccurring flashback dreams of your boyfriend being brutally killed, invading your brain like a parasite.

Tonight’s no different. You’re lying in your bed, the flesh of your face stained with tears, new ones joining them not long after. Your vision is fixated on your ceiling, the empty feeling from next to you creeping up like a curse.

That spot was filled with such a beautiful person not too long ago, but now it only held you. It felt absolutely dreadful and mind boggling.

You’re alone again. And it’s your fault for believing you and Joel would live a long and happy life together while being in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. Where fast, infected cannibalistic’s roam around, trying to slaughter anything they see or sense.

And the despicable, disgusting human beings who resulted in using violence instead of common decency, selfishly murdering innocent people for their supplies and what not.

This is no place to have committed relationships, but you and Joel were so in love that that no longer mattered to both of you, even though it should’ve. Should you have been more distant with him?

No, then you wouldn’t know Joel’s intelligence and his beautiful brain that matched so effortlessly with yours, you wouldn’t know what being in love felt like, you wouldn’t know how a person should be treated. Joel taught you many things, including taking chances.

You don’t regret it. You’d never regret being with him. Even though your heart, body and mind aches and longs for his presence, its worth it to have the amazing memories you created with him.

The memories. They’re all you have left. Thank god you remember every moment you shared with Joel, that way you can revisit them whenever you want.

Right now was one of those moments. You miss him terribly, wishing you could see him even for one last time because that’s better than nothing. Anything to get that last image of him out of your head so it can’t haunt you anymore.

You turned your body to the side, eyes fluttering shut as you decided to imagine one of your favorite memories of you and Joel.

Specifically that September night.

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Autumn leaves glided through the air until they fell onto the ground, the crisp afternoon air picking up with some wind.

The perfect temperature and visuals of fall, yours and Joel’s favorite time of the year. The weather isn’t too hot or cold, you get to wear sweatshirts, and cuddling up next to him is the cherry on top.

It’s been one year since you’ve moved in with your boyfriend, Joel, and you both couldn’t have been happier being side by side.

You know the risks, but to be able to call Joel Miller yours was very much worth it, and vise versa; he couldn’t get enough of you.

Currently, you and Joel just got back home from patrolling a new town a few hours away, scouting it out for potential enemies or infected.

While there wasn’t a living person there, multiple infected were and so you and Joel gained a kill count of 20, making both of you completely spent and exhausted.

You went right home, but didn’t go straight to sleep. Joel started humming to himself during his shower, and you decided to ask him to sing you another song while playing his guitar.

His voice was one of your favorite things about him. You could sit and listen to Joel sing for hours, your eyes glued on him the entire time, entranced.

Of course, Joel said yes. He wouldn’t deprive you of anything you wanted, especially when it comes directly from him.

You sat on the chairs placed on the porch, starring at Joel’s fingers strumming the guitar strings as he cleared his throat.

The moment Joel sung, you were dialed in. His voice was low and gruff, but smooth and controlled at the same time. It was the perfect melody for your ears, pleasantly listening to him while your lips curved into a smile.

Joel never made eye contact while singing, as it made him quite flustered, and he didn’t want to sound bad to anyone, but especially to you.

But with you sitting besides him, softly humming the same tune, eyes either locked on his face lovingly or down to his hands, he couldn’t resist connecting his gaze inside of yours, all the while still singing and you humming.

Your chest crackled like a fire, spreading an unbelievable amount of warmth throughout your body, and you suddenly had an epitome.

You felt euphoric in this moment with Joel, doing something simply domestic while living in a hellish nightmare. You’d feel kinda bad and guilty for feeling this happy, but truthfully, you both deserve it.

Joel stops singing to chuckle lightly, “What? Why are ya starring at me?”

I love you, you wanted to say, but instead you settled on giggling cutely. “I can’t look at you?”

One thing about your’s and Joel’s relationship that isn’t the healthiest is the only set rule you both mutually agreed upon: no saying I love you.

It made sense. No saying I love you so if one of you were to die, it would somehow make the grief easier. You were all for that rule at first, But now you wanted to screw the fucking rules and blurt it aloud.

You can’t no matter how much you may want too, though, because you know Joel promptly sticks to the rules and hates breaking them. He felt strongly about not saying I love you, he was the one to bring it up when you both started dating.

Confessing wouldn’t end up well. You’re sure Joel would run away the second he heard those words out of your mouth. He would be terrified, because him dying would ruin you, love is a big word with a big meaning and you feeling it meant that it was real.

Joel snickers and plays random strings on his guitar, “Right. I can tell you were in thought.”

A part of you sometimes hates when he can see right through you.

“Well, your voice is great and so is your guitar playing. I’m wowed every time you sing for me, that’s what I’m thinking.” Okay, not a complete lie. You just left out the part where you realized you had fallen in love with him. Not a huge deal, right? There’s a rule for a reason…

Joel mumbles under his breath, looking away for a second. He always does this when you boldly compliment him, he still isn’t used to that. He won’t complain, though, he loves when you explain why you like him.

Why do you like him? Joel can’t see what you do, constantly bashing himself any chance he can get. What makes your vision and opinion different than his? How come you don’t acknowledge his many flaws?

You’re too good for him. And that’s why Joel hates that he has loved you for months now, the feeling only growing the longer he spends time with you.

This isn’t like him. Should he get checked for something? Because Joel is shocked that he disregarded his own rules for another person. Let alone a romantic relationship.

Joel had a list of rules that you don’t know about to this day. The first time he saw your breathtaking face, and heard that dainty, addicting laugh, he knew he had to hold himself back. He knew that you’d cause him some inner turmoil. Just by seeing you for the first time ever.

He decided to ignore you’re presence all together, pretending as though you didn’t exist.

That was short lived when he got a little too drunk, finding himself approaching you by the horse stables. You were just getting back from evening patrol when you noticed him walking up to you.

You both found you had most things in common. Basic components like: Music taste, weather, your love for beer, camping out in the woods, etcetera. Long story short, you and Joel hit it off and the rest was history. Of course, over time, deeper personal stories and life experiences were shared, only making your connection stronger.

As much as he loves you, Joel refuses to say it. You voluntarily agreed with his rule, so he didn’t want to fuck everything up when you’d most likely get scared and distance yourself away from him. That’s the last thing he wants, so if he can’t say it to save what you both have, then so be it.

Joel faces you. “Do you got mornin’ patrol tomorrow?”

You bite your lip to suppress a smirk. “Nope. Jesse wanted another shift so he offered to go in my place. Why, do you?”

But you already know what his answer will be. “Good, ‘cause I don’t either.” His eyes lock in your pretty frame, tongue gliding along his inner cheek, the intensity making you feel hot.

You vaguely bat your lashes, “Come here.”

Joel instantly obliged, standing to his feet, you following suit, heart ramming against your chest as he crept towards you at an achingly slow pace, anticipation building inside you.

You haven’t been able to feel him all day, breathe in his intoxicating scent of woods with a hint of refreshing mint, shocking given the circumstances, but he always smelt good to you.

His eyes never tear from yours, his body coming to a halt just an inch away while he lifts up his muscular arm, hand cupping the side of your jaw, giving your flesh there a tight squeeze.

The sensations of his fingers digging into you sent goosebumps along your skin, the hungry gleam mixed inside his eyes sending arousal to form down below.

“Joel,” your soft voice was just above a whisper, his name masking a plea.

He playfully clicked his tongue, “Always so impatient.”

Before you could retaliate, Joel’s lips crashed into yours, blissfully in sync, your soft mouth pushing more force into his lips as your desire grew.

Joel groaned huskily, disconnecting your mouths, leaving you in a pout. He chuckles at your dim reaction, reaching for your hand. You intertwine with him, smiling warmly.

“Can I take you to the bedroom?” He asks genuinely, making sure that you still want this.

And god, do you.

“Please,” you tease, chewing your bottom lip, doe eyes laced with a plea.

Joel leans in dangerously close to your lips, “I’m gonna need a yes, darlin’.”

Heat rushes to your core at the nickname, and if you’re honest, him wanting your verbal consent poured more gasoline onto the sparkling fire.

You ghost your lips over his, so subtly, “Fuck yes.”

He smirks handsomely, gently pulling you behind him as he leads both of you through the house, up the stairs, and into your shared bedroom.

You kick the door shut as Joel spins around, his fiery eyes boring into you intently, stepping an inch away from you, bringing either of his hands to grip your waist possessively, tingles running through your flaming skin at the touch.

He forcefully pulls you flush to his body, more warmth radiating off from him. Your arms wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as he did the same, lips moving together feverishly, desperately, like this was the last time you’d be able to kiss him.

Your fingernails dig into the back of his neck, earning a low growl from the back of Joel’s throat, making your clit pulse and wetness collect in your underwear.

Your kisses become more passionate but impatient, moving your hands down the front of Joel’s clothed stomach, hovering them over his belt.

He chuckled, flicking his gaze below. “Eager Darlin?”

You nod without a second thought, “I want you, Joel.”

Joel’s eyes widen, something shifting inside of them as he admires you, drinking in your sight and how fucking gorgeous you look before him, eyes begging for him to do more, lips moist and red from the rough kissing, hair slightly messy due to Joel’s wandering hands. It was heaven on earth for him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He compliments lowly, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, heat rushing to your cheeks.

You bite your bottom lip, “Come back.”

Joel cups your jaw harshly, the stinging causing adrenaline to rush throughout you as he returns his mouth to yours the hardest you’ve think he’s ever done, the force making you stumble back a little so you fist his blue button up shirt with both hands, a noise of surprise leaving your lips.

He groans gruffly, shoving his tongue into your mouth when it opened for him, and you gladly accepted, your fingers sliding up to the top button of his shirt, starting to undo them quickly.

Joel parts away, watching you practically rip his shirt off, tossing it across the room. You take his hands and guide them to the hem of your short sleeve, letting him know it was okay to do the same.

You lift your arms up so that it’s easier to peel off, Joel pulling it off you with ease, throwing it to where his shirt fell.

His eyes instantly lock with your bare chest, nipples perky and breasts full, his mouth watering just from starring at them. You feel slightly flustered, but Joel dives in, sucking your nipple and nibbling it softly, the sensation purely perfection, a soft moan escaping your mouth. Your hand flies to the nape of his neck, shoving him harder into your flesh, his tongue swirling around your areola and teeth gently biting your nipple.

“Fuck, Joel.” You tilt your head back when he gives the same treatment to your other boob, biting the inside of your cheek due to the pleasure.

“You sound so pretty like that,” He praises, looking up at you, and the sight made your core drip. You needed more. You needed him.

You take it upon yourself to yank him away, and he glares at you with confusion, but when he notices your thighs squeezed together, he smirks with realization.

“My pretty girl want more?” He asks tauntingly, standing up straight and gazing directly into your narrowed eyes.

You nod. He clicks his tongue. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Your clit pulsed at the pet name, arousal becoming unbearable. “Yes, I want more.” You admit bashfully, bathing in too much desire to care about embarrassment.

Joel furrows his eyebrows, “Yeah? C’mere.”

You oblige, walking towards the bed, laying down on your back but holding yourself up with your elbows, watching Joel kneel down in front of you, full of anticipation.

He just takes a moment to observe every crevice of your body, the healed scars from your dark past, only adding to your beauty, the random freckles along your skin, your perfect thighs, waist, face—- everything. You are stunning in Joel’s eyes, not just on the outside, but inside too.

He begins pecking his soft lips down your legs, reaching closer to where you needed him most, but he’d retreat and kiss the other way, blatantly teasing you.

“Joel.” You complain with a groan, and he sucks on your inner thigh. “Want something, darlin’?”

Your eyebrows pull together, “Please, I need more.”

He wanted you to be clearer with your words, but with how much you’re begging for him and how pretty you sound, he don’t deny you anymore.

Joel grabs the undersides of your thighs, dragging you closer to him and he moves your legs to dangle over his broad shoulders, displaying his toned muscles and brawny build, your mouth dropping at the sight.

“You look so fuckin good.” You daintily gushed, softly giggling as Joel’s cheeks flushed. He gives a thank you by kissing your covered pussy, your annoying pajama pants still on, but nonetheless the pressure felt good, but you yearned for more.

He knows what you really want, but he won’t give it to you just yet. He’s gonna teach you some god damn patience.

His tongue darts out, applying blissful force to your clit, your head falling backwards as your mouth parted open again. Your right hand pulls at his hair, trying to shove him harder into you, but he relents.

“So needy,” he scoffs, “Can’t I play with you for a bit?” He suggests with amusement, knowing that isn’t what you want.

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Please, Joel. At least take these off.” You gesture to your pants, and he snickers.

How could he reject you when you sound so desperate for him? “Okay, baby. Lift up.” You do as told, lifting yourself up while Joel pulls your pants down, taking them completely off and discarding them behind him. Your legs return over his shoulders, this time the only garment covering your pussy being your black panties.

It was a step closer, so you’d take it. Joel’s warm mouth sucks your skin, his teeth biting every so often, slowly but surely making his way down to your core.

Your heart is practically thumping out of your chest, desire building the more his lips work their magic, your clit starting to ache from wanting to be touched. You choke out a irritated moan, glaring at your unfazed boyfriend.

He ignores you, keeping his slow pace down your thighs, leaving dark purple hickeys in place. You watch him, letting out whimpers.

Finally, his wet tongue glides over your slit, stopping to suck at your clit. Your back arches as electricity pulses through you, belting a satisfied whimper, Joel groaning into your pussy, the vibrations making it feel euphoric.

The noises coming from you shrink Joel’s resolve, and soon he’s moved your panties to the side and started devouring you like you were his last meal on earth.

His lips encase your clit and he harshly sucked while two fingers thrusted inside of you over and over again, you letting out uncontrollable cries and whines from the immense pleasure.

Your legs and back would be hovering off the bed if it wasn’t for Joel’s strong grip on them, holding you down with all his might. The tip of his tongue circled your clit deliciously, sparks of pleasure coursing around it.

His fingers hit your g spot each stroke, your high catching up to you faster than intended. Joel’s assault on your pussy felt amazing, it’s not your fault you won’t last when he’s a master at this.

When he felt your walls clench around his digits, Joel knew that your orgasm was coming soon. Since he felt he’s denied you enough, he came to the decision to award you.

Joel’s tongue works quickly at your clit, hammering his fingers faster than before, rocking your body and tits back and forth, his dick hardening uncomfortably tight in his pants from looking at your contorted facial expression, mouth agape, moans and high pitched whines releasing like beautiful notes, eyes screwed impossibly shut with furrowed brows, head thrown back, enunciating your jaw line.

“You gonna cum sweetheart?” Joel muses, already aware that you were, but the tease earned him a dragged out groan of his name. God, his favorite part of sex is having the privilege of making you cum on his tongue and fingers. He doesn’t even need his dick to make you all fucked out, and he feels proud that he has the ability to make you feel good.

You chew your lip roughly, sharp pain emitting from the flesh there, but you hardly care. You’re on the verge of letting go, and your desire to cum grows bigger each second his fingers pound your pussy, his mouth returning to your swollen bud, both sensations adding to the desperation.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You warn, the back of your head involuntarily slamming into the pillow beneath you, feeling your orgasm build rapidly as Joel continues his actions, going faster when you grip his hair and shove him further into your core, one more stroke of his fingers and one more lap at your clit makes your inner coil explode, your orgasm washing over your body harshly, fingernails digging through Joel’s skin, legs uncontrollably shaking, your desire seeping out of your hole and covering Joel’s fingers, soaking them entirely.

You’re a panting mess, and you haven’t even fucked him yet. Your chest rises and falls while your heart pounds speedily, feeling as though it was about to tear out of your body. You stare at Joel lovingly in your post orgasmic daze, watching as he sexily brings he fingers inside of his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.

Your pussy throbbed, yearning for more of him. Your eyes flicked to his jeans, and the apparent bulge only added to your want. He met your gaze, smirking at your approval, he motioned you over with a tilt of his head, his need for you rising as you get on your knees for him, hands roaming over his tent.

Joel quietly sighed with relief when your fingertips ghost over his clothed dick, electric waves streaming inside of his veins, teeth gnawing at his cheek. Your hand cupped his cock, caressing it through the dark blue material. He groaned huskily, hand reaching your hair to create a makeshift ponytail.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease. Can’t you suck it for me?” Joel boldly questions with dripping inclination, thick eyebrows drawing downwards. He sounded frenzied and intoxicated with arousal, and you’d be honored to give it to him.

You nod sheepishly, unbuckling his belt and sliding it through his jean loops, throwing it onto the floor. Next, you undid his button and pulled the zipper down, his pants following suit until Joel was left only in his grey boxers.

His dick was springing upwards, begging to be released and finally touched. You could tell he was becoming eager from how his grasp on your hair tightened, causing pleasurable stinging on your scalp.

You beam at him through your lashes, his eyes peering straight inside of yours, letting you know this was okay, so you slid down his boxers, freeing his large, thick shaft from its restrains. Purple bulging veins were prominent through his skin, leaking pre-cum dripping from his flushed tip.

“What’re you waitin’ for?” Joel complains impatiently, and you send him a glare. “You made me wait much longer, I think you’re fine.”

He shakes his head, not able to retaliate because you were right, he had took his sweet time with you deliberately to tease you, to make you want more, to have you beg for his mouth, and now he was being a hypocrite, demanding for you to hurry up and suck him off already.

But he didn’t particularly expect you to show him attitude, since majority of the time you never act dominant, but something about the sharpness and how bratty your sultry voice sounded made blood pulse in his cock.

You lean your head down to his dick, sticking out your tongue, running a stripe of saliva over his stiffened shaft, up to his tip where you halted your mouth and gently sucked, lapping up his creamy pre cum, the salty and bitter taste melting on your tongue.

Joel sucked in a rush of oxygen through his teeth, exhaling a shaky growl at the feeling of your wet appendage wrapping his dick delectably, his heart starting to thump a mile a minuet.

Your hand snaked the base of him as your tongue continued to lick over his tinted skin, darting it out when you approached the slit. You opened your mouth wider, preparing to take his huge cock inside.

You take a deep breath using your nose, slowly lowering your hot mouth down his throbbing dick, Joel’s hand clutching your hair, pulling on it harder than before.

“Fuck.” Joel grunts, eyes glued to your pretty form taking his while dick without having to ask. “You’re such a good girl.”

You mewl onto his cock, sending warm and tingly sensations to encase him pleasantly, watching as you begin to bob your head quicker, taking advantage of your free hand to jerk what you couldn’t fit, which wasn’t much. You enjoyed being stuffed with Joel’s dick, choking on it and hearing the sexy noises he belts out thanks to you.

The oxygen in your lungs was about to run out, so you slid his cock out with a pop, gathering saliva inside of your mouth, spitting it slowly onto his tip while your eyes bore into his narrowed ones, smiling at him mischievously, suddenly going back in for more.

You were relentless this time, sucking, lapping, spitting, and jerking his swollen, girthy dick. Joel borderline whines at the merciless attack, but the intense and overwhelming desire distracted him from acknowledging that.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, however. The whine was monotone, yet the last string of his voice changed octaves, your walls clenching at the beautiful noises.

Joel yanked your lips off his cock, saliva dripping onto your chin as you glanced up at him cluelessly, wondering why he wanted you to stop. But he pulled you back up so that you both were aligned, grabbing the bottom of your chin to kiss you feverishly, his tongue immediately finding home in your inviting mouth, softly moaning into his.

He pulled away, scanning your features and gorgeous body, and he realized he couldn’t take anymore foreplay. Joel wanted to fuck you, to make you feel blissful, euphoric, enchanted. He wanted you to only want him forever, only want him to do this to you, kiss you, feel your supple skin, admire the scars the normal eye can’t see. He wants to be the only one you curl up with at night, underneath the comfortable and warm blanket, bodies touching with gentle carcasses.

While Joel paused to stare at you with an unreadable yet soft expression, you tilted your head to the side and brushed your fingers along his jawline.

“Are you okay?” You asked, worried that he might’ve changed his mind about continuing.

But he just laughed. “Of course I am. I can’t look at you?” He uses your words from earlier on purpose, and you chuckle along with him, agreeing.

“That’s fair,” You conclude, licking your lips. “Joel?”

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning your face. “Yes darlin’ ?”

You repeat his actions, noses brushing together subtly. “Please, fuck me.”

Your beg ignited an animalistic fire in Joel’s chest, his possessiveness over you fueling because of how bad you craved him, and how could he deny you of that when it’s so blatant that you want him just as much as he wants you?

Joel nudged you to lay flat on your back, the back of your head and neck resting softly on your pillow, but corked enough to have a clear visual of your boyfriend, who was now hovering slightly over your frame, arms caging you in between them, bent at the elbow as his face drew an inch from yours.

His pretty brown eyes with a tinge of green were gaping at you, him becoming enthralled once again by how fucking beautiful you looked underneath him, legs already spread out, giving him full access to your most intimate parts.

You displayed no ounce of hesitations, showing that you fully trusted him to take care of you and your body, and satisfaction filled Joel to the brim.

His cock poked at your soaked entrance, your walls clenching around nothing, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you.

You pout at him, eyes begging. “Please.” Your eyes fly shut when he suddenly thrusts his dick in your pussy, the size stretching your walls perfectly, coating him with your delightful juices.

Joel unleashed a dragged out groan, his dick feeling remarkably euphoric, your wet pussy pulsing around him repeatedly, your hands flying to his back where they mindlessly clawed at.

It felt good; the burning pain. Because he knows it’s due to you feeling good too. Joel always ensures that he isn’t the only one having a good time, and always makes you cum first.

Joel begins at a slow pace, his hazy, narrowed eyes boring delicately into your lust-filled ones, you both starring as he thrusts inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your G spot relentlessly.

Your nails dug so harshly into his back that they ended up breaking skin, but Joel only groans at the feeling, tingles wracking up through his flesh.

He suddenly changes his speed, using his elbows to hover above you while he hammers his dick continuously in your gushing pussy, juices leaking down his shaft and the sight makes blood flow down his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Joel growls, grabbing each side of your lower torso, forcing your body to fuck him harder, the intense pressure curling your toes and slamming your head back into the pillow, a yelp ripped out of your throat, one of your hands finding their way to cup Joel’s throat.

Your hand tightens around it before yanking him so that his lips crash on yours desperately, all clacking teeth and wet mouths moving together quickly, tongues entering not long after.

But your impending orgasm was building rapidly in the pit of your stomach, the coil flaming hot and ready to explode any moment. And again, it’s because of Joel and his knowledge on how to make you feel good.

Joel pulls away from you, sitting back a bit on his knees, your legs hooked around his torso, his eyes roaming down your flushed and sweaty body, his hands still using you to fuck his cock while he keeps slamming into you.

Your back arches off the bed, left hand gripping the pillow. His dick moves impossibly faster, the tip assaulting your cervix each stroke. You’re uncontrollably moaning at this point, the pleasure in every inch of your euphoric body.

He can feel your walls pulsing and clenching around his dick, a tell tale sign that you’re close. Joel moans at the feeling, jaw clenching as he thrusts quicker.

Joel leans down to your level, a smirk pulling on his kiss bruised lips. “You gonna cum on my dick, baby?” He tuts, biting his bottom lip.

You nod frantically, eyes screwed shut, preparing yourself for an orgasm—- until Joel stops all together. Annoyance floods your system, lifting your head up to glare impatiently at your boyfriend.

He chuckles gruffly, lowering himself next to your ear, “I didn’t hear a yes.”

You groan, “Yes, Joel.”

Joel nods with satisfaction. “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

“Fuck you,” you muse, wrapping your arms around his broad neck, pulling him flush to your body.

“I am, baby.” Joel playfully retorts, caressing your face with his fingers, until they reached your neck, giving it a tight squeeze.

You whine, “Please, move.”

He wastes no time obliging, as he is close too, and his patience is thinner than a thread. He’s fervent, groaning lowly, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts again.

Joel’s hips thrust over and over into your throbbing pussy, both of you drunk off endorphins and unmatched bliss, releasing groans and moans together as you get closer to bursting.

“F- fuck.” Joel stutters while he slams into you.

“Can’t hold out much longer, darling.” He warns, but you’re too fucked out to reply, your orgasm about to wash over you next time he hits your G spot.

You arch your back, toes curling into the mattress, hands holding onto Joel’s back while he pounds you into the bed.

“Gonna cum, Joel.” You moan, “Can I cum?”

Joel answers you, both by saying, “Yeah, sweetheart, Let go for me.” And following that up by bringing his fingers to your puffy clit, rubbing it speedily back and forth or in circles, his pace in your walls aggressive and loving.

The moment he added to your exponential pleasure, the boiling hot coil in your tummy exploded like a firework show, your vision turning white and your body convulsing with euphoria, Joel’s name repeatedly pouring out of your mouth like a mantra, your cum leaking out of your gummy pussy, right on Joel’s dick.

Joel fucks you through your orgasm, now chasing his own, but it didn’t take long after he felt the way your pussy clenched harshly around him, your juices soaking his cock. The way your soft voice belted his name sent him over the edge, though, stilling inside of you as thick white ropes shot out of his slit, animalistic growls coming from his throat.

You both take a moment to recollect yourselves, catching your breaths as they were very much temporarily taken away. The room was blistering hot and your bodies were sweaty, but nonetheless Joel kissed your forehead and gave you a smile.

“You okay?” He questions as he peels his frame off of yours, laying down next to you instead.

You giggle, shifting your body to the side so you could look at him. “Well, I am now.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Shush.”

His arms reach out to you, pulling you against him. You rest your head on his chest, snaking one arm over his torso, holding him tightly.

“Are you okay?” You follow up, tiredness creeping up on you, eyes drifting slowly, but you feel him nod.

“Im Perfect. Go to sleep, baby. You gotta long day tomorrow.” He reminds, and you heavily sigh thinking about having to wake up early even though you didn’t have patrol.

You won’t disagree with that.

After using the bathroom quick, you head back to bed with Joel, curling up comfortably next to him, arms lacing together like puzzle pieces. Your head returns to his chest, but this time you close your eyes and breathe out with contentment, sleep finding you instantly.

It doesn’t find Joel as easily, though.

His fingers lace through your hair, gently playing with it while he admires your sleeping frame, and the soft breaths that release from your nose ensuring him that you’re alive and that you’re actually here, lying in his arms.

And Joel smiles.

“I love you.” he mutters under his breath, so quietly that even he had a hard time hearing it.

He’s positive that you didn’t, but selfishly, a part of him truly hopes that you did.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, you hadn’t.

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𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 2

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥' 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩.

𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 (𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳) 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵,𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘥'', 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵… 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵... 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳…

𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦: 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴), 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 ''𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧?''.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭:

𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴… 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩.𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢.𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 '𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥'.

𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘩𝘪𝘴… 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴… 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥… 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 3 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 2, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

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𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘫𝘴𝘬..? :3

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘵𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :3 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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i have not !!! i have enjoyed some rhythm games in the past, usually hyper specific ones LOL but i know a lot of people who played this game <3

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𝐵𝑖𝑛𝑥'𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠: 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛: 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 ♪ ༘⋆

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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 “𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭-𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦” 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 “𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴’ 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘐𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘱-𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵-𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘪-𝘧𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵-𝘰𝘧-𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯.

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Mars trine Uranus

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 ​​𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 ​​𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

~𝐸𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃

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Too Late - Bucky Barnes

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𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2𝘬

(𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 @𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘦77/𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘰7)

𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

Sweat dripped down your forehead as you sprinted through the compound, a growl leaving your lips when the super soldier sped past you. There was nobody on this planet you hated more than Bucky Barnes, and he could say the same about you.

“Will you hurry the fuck up?” He spat in your direction, elbowing a guard out of his way. The urge to shoot the ex assassin emerged, and you had to lower your gun just to stop yourself.

Believe it or not, you actually used to be friends. Laughing, joking and deep conversations were part of your norm. But one day, it just changed, for him anyway. He couldn’t stand to be within 5 feet of you. So, you wordlessly agreed to keep your distance, and the team understood that. All apart from Tony, who believed that you just needed ‘bonding time’. Not that you’d call killing half a crime organisation a good team building activity.

“Shut up and let me do my job, Barnes.” You grunted, shoving past him to get into the records room. With a scoff, he followed you in and started glancing around the room. The tension in the air was getting thicker by the second, and you wasted no time in accessing the files you needed from the database. Your eyes flicked to the ex assassin, and a small pang shot through your heart. Part of you missed him, the way he made you feel. He was the first and only person you’d ever loved, not that he knew that.

A shallow beeping sound gained your attention, making you furrow your eyebrows and turn to Bucky. He looked around the room before facing you with a shrug. You opened your mouth to say something, but the door got kicked open, revealing three more enemies.

Before you could grab your weapon, a gunshot bounced around the room. Ringing filled your ears, and you couldn’t focus on anything happening around you. It was like you were underwater. You couldn’t even scream when a sharp pain ripped through your stomach.

Grunts and screams echoed off the walls while Bucky took care of the men. Once they were down, he turned around to chew you out for not helping. But he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the growing blood stain on your abdomen. Panic flowed through his veins as he examined you, eyes glassy and hands covered in your blood. The part of him that still cared for you, still loved you, wanted to reach out and hold you in his arms.

“No, no, no fuck, Y/N. We need to g-”

The beeping sound from earlier got louder and distracted his thoughts. His brows furrowed in thought, and eyes widened when he worked out what it was. Without thinking, he lunged forward, forcing you to the floor and shielding your body with his as the bomb went off. Pained grunts fell from his lips as bricks dropped on his back and glass pierced his skin. As soon as it was over, his eyes ran over your body frantically while he found your pulse, letting out a relieved sigh at your steadily beating heart.

Small whimpers escaped your throat as you came round, and you tried to push yourself up, but the intense pain that travelled through your body made you flop back down.

“Don’t move.” Bucky warned, standing up and scanning the room. “Shit, we’re blocked in.”

His metal hand ran over his face in frustration and he stomped over to the doorway, attempting to move the debris that trapped you in. Explicative’s were the only sounds leaving his mouth, and even in your current state you found a way to roll your eyes at him. Ignoring his demands, you dragged yourself up off of the floor. After wobbling on your feet for a second, you made your way over to the ex assassin, who was now muttering into his earpiece.

“20 minutes?! She’s been shot, Steve! - Fine, yes, I know.”

Hearing your pained whimpers, he spun around with a look of disbelief. Of course you wouldn’t listen and stay down. You leaned back against some of the more stable rubble and hesitantly looked down at the wound. It was serious, and bleeding out quicker than you’d have liked.

“Well, dying trapped in an enemy compound with you wasn’t how I saw myself going. No offence.” You chuckled, but you both knew it was humourless.

Something snapped in him, and he shook his head in thought. He couldn’t let you die, not now, never. There were too many unspoken words, apologies, and confessions he had to make first. Pushing you away was the most stupid, hardest decision he ever made, and he has never regretted it more than he did while you stood there dying.

He pulled his shirt over his head, much to your confusion, before rushing over to you.

“You’re not dying here.” He stated, fingers hovering over the zip of your suit. “Can I?”

You slowly nodded, observing the shirtless man as he removed the top half of your suit. A hiss escaped your lips when his finger brushed over the wound, making him mutter apologies. Nausea hit as soon as you saw it, and you turned your head in the opposite direction to keep your breakfast down. Bucky winced at the sight and firmly pressed his shirt onto your stomach. Your blood soaked his hand, and he was sure this image would be the source of his nightmares for a long time. Especially if he couldn’t save you.

Out of nowhere, you started laughing. Maybe it was because of the situation, or maybe it was because of blood loss, but you couldn’t stop. He raised his eyebrow at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Just never thought you’d be the last person to see me shirtless, Barnes.” You sighed, dizziness making you stumble to your side. His arm automatically snaked around your waist, dragging you into his chest to keep you steady. Silence filled the room again, and you rested your head against his shoulder, not caring about petty arguments anymore. You just wanted him to hold you. The urge to close your eyes was beating you, so you did, leaving Bucky to bear the full weight of your body.

With uneven breaths, he lowered you back onto the ground, shaking your arms gently.

“Hey, Y/N. You need to open your eyes for me, okay?” He paused, placing his fingers back on your pulse. “Please, open your eyes.”

The rhythm of your heart was slowing, and he knew you didn’t have long. Hovering over you, he brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face. Your slightly parted lips left light breaths over his face while your skin paled. But even near death, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

A small gasp left your throat as your eyes fluttered open, landing on Bucky’s panic stricken ones. He let out a relieved sigh, and lifted his bloodstained hand to check on the wound.

“Buck.” You croaked out. “I don’t think I’m gonna survive this.”

He shook his head frantically, but he knew you were right as he saw the life slowly leave your eyes.

“Hey, we’re gonna get you out of here, get you home. Just hold on a little longer, okay?” He almost begged.

Watching you slowly slip away broke his heart. It was killing him that he couldn’t do anything more than try to stop the bleeding and just be there. If he could swap places with you, he would do it without question. You deserved to live, to be happy.

“I loved you, before you pushed me away.” You stated, the confession making his wide eyes water. “I think I still do, Buck.”

Millions of thoughts ran through his head as he attempted to process your words. Your hand settled against his cheek and left a bloody print upon his skin. A tear escaped his pained eyes, hitting the tips of your fingers as you wiped it away. He lay a shaky hand on yours with a strangled cry.

“I pushed you away because I love you.”

Tears stained your dusty cheeks, and you dragged him down, hovering your lips over his while your shallow breaths tickled his skin. The kiss you shared was passionate, desperate, and tragic; almost like it was ripped from the pages of a Shakespearean novel. Muffled sobs echoed around the room as you tasted Bucky for the first time and held him for the last. He reluctantly pulled away, and his eyes explored your face, trying to memorise every inch of you while a spark of life still remained.

“Promise me you won’t lose yourself, don’t become him again. You are more than that, Buck.” You whispered, stroking his parted lips with your thumb. He nodded quickly, and allowed you to relax into his chest. His fingers drew patterns on your arm as he hummed into your hair, rocking you gently as you slipped away.

The last few pages of a book were your least favourite part of a story as a child. You hated the endings, knowing there was nothing left of the tale or the characters. But in death, you realised that endings were so much more. They gave a chance for redemption, closure and new beginnings for the characters left behind.

Now, you were on the last page of your story, and you were ready for it to be turned.

He felt it. He felt your heart as it stopped beating and your chest as it stopped rising. Bucky felt you slip away. It was underwhelming, in a way. There was no dramatic last breath, or long monologue. You just ceased to exist. One second you were there, the next you were gone.

Death wasn’t a foreign experience for the former Winter Soldier, but losing someone he loved, that was, and so were the emotions that followed.

Numb. That was the only way to describe the way he felt. The need to cry and scream until his voice cracked was overwhelming, but he couldn’t even make a sound. Not yet. So he silently cried, clutching your limp body to his chest with his face buried in your hair.

By the time the Avengers arrived, making noise was no longer an issue. It made it easy for them to find him; they just followed the pained screams, the curses to god, and the strangled sobs that tumbled from the ex assassin’s lips.

Only Steve knew of Bucky’s hidden love, and that’s why he was the only person who didn’t freeze at the scene before them. The super solider quietly stepped forward, crouching down to his grieving best friend. With a sigh, he reached out to touch your shoulder, but a bloodied hand shot out and almost crushed his wrist. A crazed look swirled in Bucky’s distraught eyes as he turned to his best friend with a clenched jaw.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” He growled.

Ignoring the others’ presence, he returned his attention back to your body and twirled a lock of your hair around his metal finger. They needed to leave; he knew that. But a part of him hoped, prayed that you’d suddenly come back to him. That colour would return to your cheeks, and your chest would start rising and falling.

A strangled sob ripped from his throat. “She loved me, Steve. We kissed and now she’s gone.”

The vulnerability that Bucky displayed was something he had never revealed before, even to his best friend. It was raw, a downright devastating sight for everyone in the room. Losing you had completely torn him apart, and they didn’t know how he would recover from this, or even if he could.

“We need to go, Buck.” Steve whispered, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

With one last kiss to your forehead, Bucky nodded. Carefully, he stood up with you still in his arms, holding you as close to his body as possible. He shoved past the other Avengers, not sparing them a second look as he started the journey to the jet.

“I’m going to get you home, doll.”

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