Jack Hughes X Reader - Tumblr Posts

1 year ago

Hello All :)

Now I am not new to the Tumblr world, but have returned from a much needed break! Sadly my old account was hacked into and deactivated, so here we are!

I will create a master list for all to see what's in the works, don't you worry ;)

Requests will be open, so feel free to submit! I will include whom I write for, as well as some drafts I'm writing that are in the works! The list is placed for you all to look below!!!

Enjoy :)

I write for:

NHL:

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Cole Caufield

Ethan Edwards

Rutger McGroarty

NFL:

Joe Burrow

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

John Booker Routledge

Harry Potter:

Fred Weasley

Mattheo Riddle

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Brett Talbot

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Random:

Roman Godfrey/Bill Skarsgard

Harry Styles

Drew Starkey

Dylan O'Brien

Colby Brock


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1 year ago

Tate McRae Song Masterlist

Tate McRae Song Masterlist

Cut My Hair - Instagram AU

Cole Caufield and Ethan Edwards

Greedy

Jack Hughes

Run For The Hills

Joe Burrow

Hurt My Feelings

Ethan Edwards Pt. 2

Exes

Luke Hughes

We're Not Alike

Cole Caufield

Uh Oh

Ethan Edwards

She's All I Wanna Be - Instagram AU

Trevor Zegras

Slower

Joe Burrow


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1 year ago

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

Trevor Zegras x Reader - Instagram AU

Warning(s): Angst

Summary: Based off Tate McRae's song She's All I Wanna Be :)

dixiedamelio just posted a photo!!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

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dixiedamelio Inner Miley Cyrus Bangerz era.... oh and pc to Z

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user1 ok but her suit slays

user2 anybody else notice she didn't tag Trevor? Little sis if you ask me

user3 We all know they're together at this point. They just don't want to rip the bandaid off

user2 Right? We all know he dumped yourusername to be with Dixie. He's just trying to avoid confirmation

charlidamelio ๐Ÿฆ†

addisonrae Bod goals af

trevorzegras ๐Ÿ˜ณ

trevorzegras sorry still in awe of u

user4 He doesn't even try to hide it

yourusername just posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

liked by jackhughes, yourbff, jamiedrysdale, colecaufield and 1,475,998 others

yourusername you want the girl with the small waist, and the perfect smile

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user1 She's always been so gorgeous I am obsessed w/her

user2 Glad to see a model who has the same body type as me owning it ๐Ÿฅฐ

user3 Yeeesshhhh Trevor's loss

user4 Why would she post something like this when her body looks like that? It's actually horrendous ๐Ÿคข

user1 This is what healthy looks like first off? Second off she's a gym influencer who heavy lifts? What's your talent? Tell me her confidence levels are annoying you without actually telling me fr user4

yourbff Currrrves for daysss

yourbff Hottie w/ a body??!

jackhughes Bestie looking fine as always

yourbff um jackhughes bye she's my bff get your own bff since your last one has a trashy looking type jackhughes Shhhh don't expose me like that we don't claim it

trevorzegras just posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

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trevorzegras Obsessed w/ u

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user1 well this wasn't on my bingo card

user2 omg isn't that Charli's sister? I forgot her name. What does she do???

user1 I'm dead, you really clowning her lmfao user2

user3 So much prettier than what's her face

user4 I miss yourusername

user5 It's the fact that she's back to her darker hair? Anyone finding that a little weird?

dixiedamelio All heart eyes for you ๐Ÿ˜˜

yourusername just posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

liked by yourbff, jackhughes, tatemcrae, gigihadid, and 2,649,913 others

yourusername if you say she's nothing to worry about, then why'd close your eyes when I said it out loud?

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jackhughes Bring me my matcha latte

yourusername I'd already be there if someone didn't drop it, so we're getting you a new one jackhughes yourbff It wasn't my fault the door didn't announce its presence..... jackhughes only you'd blame the door yourbff

user1 Literally love this girl

user2 Kinda crazy Trevor posts Dixie right after yourusername posted. He also never posted her, so what makes Dixie so different lmao

user3 whatโ€™s crazier is that Dixie literally just dyed her hair blonde and cut it so short, to now having dark hair and extensions ๐Ÿค”

yourbff You look sooo good

yourbff IM obsessed w/ YOU

user4 The shade lmfao crazy

dixiedamelio posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

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dixiedamelio thanks vanity fair for the fun day ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ

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user1 ohhhh boyโ€ฆ

user2 Yeah itโ€™s scary how much sheโ€™s tryna look like yourusername

tanamongeau Wow Dix ballsy as fuck lmao

yourbff interesting.

user3 SO glad yourbff sees it too

user4 Dixie can try to look like her, but she wonโ€™t ever be able to lift like her. Bet she canโ€™t lift anything over ten pounds

jackhughes just posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

liked by yourbff, colecaufield, l_hughes03, yourusername and 5,973,899 others

jackhughes We can lay on her and she still doesnโ€™t feel a thing. Probably could lift us both with her eyes closed

tagged: yourusername, colecaufield

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user1 Iโ€™m living for Jack being on her side during this lmfao

user2 The SHADE LMFAO JACK

user3 Letโ€™s see Dixie try to remake this photo bahahah

yourbff Pretty sure you all fell asleep like that too

yourusername we did lmfao

colecaufield comfiest Iโ€™ve ever slept

jackhughes 10/10 recommend

yourbff Writing out the yelp review rn

l_hughes03 I call top next time

yourbff just posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

liked by tatemcrae, yourusername, colecaufield and 1,347,856 others

yourbff I was just as amazed as Tate was when y/n lifted me onto her back. Carrying me on her back as well as she did with her last relationship. Stupid boy making her so sad

tagged: tatemcrae, yourusername

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tatemcrae That last line in your caption sounding a little familiar ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

tatemcrae But also me next, me next!!

jackhughes I walked in on this

l_hughes03 I walked out on this

colecaufield I wanna be in on this

yourusername youโ€™re all a pain in my ass on this

yourbff We just love you ok

*liked by yourusername, jackhughes, l_hughes03, colecaufield and tatemcrae*

user1 This friendgroup is what I strive to have in life

user2 Dixie kicking and punching air rn

*liked by yourbff*

dixiedamelio posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

liked by charlidamelio, trevorzegras, jamiedrysdale, alexturcotte and 4,137,980 others

dixiedamelio all mine plus bff

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user1 Girl keep him lmfao nobody gonna steal him like you did to yourusername

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user2 Nah man not Alex bro rip ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅฒ

trevorzegras all yours โค๏ธ

charlidamelio He wanted someone he could show off whenever you go out

dixiedamelio Iโ€™ll wear a tight mini black dress with all my friends around ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ

user3 ohhhh she PETTY petty

user4 Her and her sister wanna be besties with Tate and yourusername so bad omfg itโ€™s a headache

*liked by yourbff and tatemcrae*

tanamongeau I think Iโ€™ve seen similar posts like these somewhereโ€ฆ.๐Ÿค”

yourusername posted a photo!

She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

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yourusername Iโ€™m all she wanna be so bad

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user1 OH NOW THIS WAS A TWIST

user2 Not her turning the lyrics around to call out Dixie oop

tatemcrae lyric change approved ๐Ÿ˜šโค๏ธ

yourusername ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ

yourbff kind of like this version better

tatemcrae Glad Iโ€™m not the only one

jackhughes Permission to call you mommy after seeing this post?

yourusername denied

yourbff denied

tatemcrae denied

l_hughes03 Wow you got rejected more than me my Freshman year at Umich jackhughes

colecaufield The better looking ex

user3 Itโ€™s the fact Trevor liked the post too Iโ€™m dead

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1 year ago

You Da One

This is PART 2 to the instagram AU for She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)!! Have fun seeing who she winds up with ;) I wrote this while listening to You Da One by Rihanna so enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!!

Warning(s): none

yourusername just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourusername wait this isn't a hockey game...?

tagged: yourbff

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yourbff It most certainly is not ๐Ÿ˜

tatemcrae ๐Ÿ‘€

user1 oh??? What's happening yourbff and tatemcrae???

user2 I need the FBI agents in here to do their digging FAST

jackhughes I was not expecting THAT when I answered the phone

user4 WHAT'RE WE MISSING????!

yourbff just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourbff Yay sports!!

tagged: yourusername

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user1: Is that where I think it is....

user2: Y'all I'm so lost what's happening

yourusername can't wait till next time ๐Ÿ˜

jackhughes oh we are so there next time yourusername yourusername 'We' as in you and who? jackhughes jackhughes 'We' as in the whole crew yourusername Oh boy

user3 Y'ALL SHE WAS IN CINCINNATI WATCHING THE BENGALS

user4 Her and yourbff were sitting right in front of my mom and I, they were so sweet!

*liked by yourusername, yourbff*

user5 Anybody else catching onto y/n saying 'next time'??? sus?????

yourusername just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourusername You are the one that I think about always

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celebrityweekly just posted a photo!

You Da One

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celebrityweekly NEW POSSIBLE COUPLE ALERT??!!

Hold onto your seats everyone, because this one is gonna be a ride!!!

Well-known gym influencer and heavy lifter, y/n l/n, was seen with her best friend, y/bff/n, recently in Cincinnati, Ohio at a Bengals NFL Game!!! That's not the best part... some sources who had been at said game had admitted to seeing the famous influencer LEAVING with FAMOUS BENGALS QUARTERBACK JOE BURROW!!!! Some said the two seemed to be quite cozy, more sources sending in these recent pictures during y/n's time in Cincy getting nice and close with the Quarterback!

Click the link in our bio to read more!!!!

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user1 ohhhh TEAAAAAA

user2 If this isn't a major kick to the nuts for Trevor idk what is lmfao

user3 OH I just KNOW Trev's kicking and punching air rn

user4 this took an unexpected turn of events

user5 NOT HER BFF AND COLE LIKING THIS POST LMFAO

user6 She deserves a guy like Burrow, I hope this is true!!!

yourusername just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourusername you got me smiling' all the time :)

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user1 I wonder who she's talking about in this oop-

tatemcrae So happy to see you happy

yourbff aye yo bro who got you smiling' like that like..?!

yourusername You bro ๐Ÿ˜˜ yourbff Damn right bae ๐Ÿ˜š

jackhughes The fact you're smiling with teeth for a photo proves my point in the gc

yourusername I do smile!! We're not having this argument again l_hughes03 he's got a point tho yourusername yourusername *quietly unadds Luke from gc* l_hughes03 It's not quiet when you're announcing it on your ig colecaufield when did we decided to leave the gc and start this in her comments?? Why wasn't I informed? yourusername because this is NOT happening in my comments jackhughes Who's your little crush that got smiling with teeth y/n/n?? yourusername yourusername like I said earlier, it's yourbff yourbff exactly jackhughes

user2 we ALLLLL know that it isn't yourbff who is making you smile like that

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user3 I think we all know it's a certain guy you've been seeing miss y/n

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joeyb_9 just posted a photo!

You Da One

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joeyb_9 Hawkeye

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user1 He's so fine like hello

lahjay10_ Man's got game on and off the field ๐Ÿคฉ

user2 Ja'maar really hinting at Joe's thing with yourusername has me dead lmao

user3 If this mans isn't with yourusername I might actually start a riot

user4 I think there's more updates saying she's in Cincy for their game on Sunday!!!

yourbff Stop hogging

joeyb_9 No hogging over here

jackhughes I can't argue with this one

jackhughes just posted a photo!

You Da One

liked by yourbff, colecaufield, trevorzegras, yourusername, l_hughes03, edwards.73 and 946,994 others

jackhughes We're missing one because she was too cool to hang

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user1 JACK CALLING HER OUT FOR BEING IN CINCY RN IM DEAD

colecaufield definitely didn't fly out here JUST to see yourusername

l_hughes03 definitely didn't make a fort in the living room JUST for yourusername to sleep in

yourbff definitely didn't save subs from the best deli on the corner for yourusername

yourusername You're all such drama queens

colecaufield nope just a little heartbroken is all ๐Ÿฅฒ

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user2 Something's cooked here lmfao

user3 What's funny is seeing Trevor like posts from time to time. we know he lurkin'

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You Da One

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trevorzegras My one and only

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user1 y'all I think he misses y/n lmao

user2 Tell us you secretly miss yourusername without actually telling us ๐Ÿ’€

dixiedamelio Always been me ๐Ÿ˜

user3 maaaan she thought she ate with that comment

user4 gimme that plate dixiedamelio because you DID NOT EAT

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yourusername just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourusername You are the one that I dream about all day

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yourbff Whose house is that??? ๐Ÿ‘€

lahjay10_ I agree, whose house is it? Looks familiar... * liked by yourbff*

colecaufield I cannot wait to see what the hype is all about

jackhughes Answer the gc yourusername I KNOW you not sleeping

yourusername ๐Ÿ˜š jackhughes

user1 I love how Ja'maar got in on this lmfao, there's not backing out of this now

user2 Girly admit it... you are with the finest and best QB in the league

user3 Oh she's definitely bagged this guy

user4I cannot wait to meet you at the tailgate! Where can I find you at?

yourusername Find me by the pong table tournament!! โ˜บ๏ธ

yourbff fr tho, your fit is gonna slay gf

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colecaufield just posted a photo!

You Da One

liked by jackhughes, yourbff, trevorzegras, l_hughes03, kirbydach and 700,972 others

colecaufield spotted a rare y/n sighting by the beer pong

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user1 Did anyone else meet her????

user2 I did, I ran into her by the drinks table! She's so sweet and actually so much prettier in real life omfg

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jackhughes Leave it to Cole to sprint towards the beer pong to tackle y/n

yourusername Y'all could've warned me, I'm in heels colecaufield There was no time, I'm too fast ๐Ÿ˜Ž yourbff and too short to point out in the crowd colecaufield I'm blocking you I swear yourbff l_hughes03 She's not wrong. Had to put her on my shoulders to find you colecaufield colecaufield I regret being friends with any of you

yourbff just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourbff Sorry to the people below us who had to deal with our screams

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tatemcrae It's a lifestyle now ok

yourusername it's law

jackhughes I've never seen this type of energy at our games from any of you๐Ÿค”

yourbff It's different jackhughes

colecaufield hmmm different how may I ask? ๐Ÿ˜

tatemcrae That's a y/n question yourusername That's not a y/n question

user1 This friend group joining the NFL friend group is what I'm striving to see

user2 Trevor wishing y/n got like this for him rn

user3 I just know he's having so many regrets lmfao

yourusername just posted a photo!

You Da One

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yourusername My love is your love, your love is my love

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yourbff So proud you found your lobster ๐Ÿ’œ

jackhughes you deserve that happiness you searched so long for y/n/n

colecaufield And I thought jackhughes was tall...

l_hughes03 go off y/n!!

trevorzegras I miss you

joeyb_9 just posted a photo!

You Da One

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joeyb_9 My love is your love, your love is mine

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1 year ago

Kiss Cam (Luke Hughes)

Luke Hughes x female!reader

Warning(s): slight makeup sesh, angst, major fluff, touching without consent, alludes to smut

Summary:In which Luke lets his anger get the best of him.

Kiss Cam (Luke Hughes)

โ€œMom I love you, but I have to finish getting ready for the game. We can talk more about it tomorrow.โ€ Y/n sighs, applying mascara to her lashes.ย 

Her phone was on the bathroom counter with mom on speaker phone, mom currently blabbing about something that happened at work that she needed to rant over. โ€œOh, thatโ€™s right thereโ€™s a game tonight! Tell Luke and Jack goodluck for me, and Iโ€™ll let you go then. Love you!โ€ Her momโ€™s sweet voice rings in.

Y/n responds back before ending the call, her music coming back on while she used her setting spray to set the rest of her face.ย 

Luke walks into the bathroom behind her a few moments later, setting his sweatshirt on the counter next to her puffer vest for her to wear. He stops and looks her up and down with a slight smirk on his lips.ย 

She wasnโ€™t fully finished getting dressed, only wearing her flare leather pants and a bralette to prevent getting makeup on his clothes. Not that he wouldโ€™ve minded that anyway, but he wasnโ€™t going to complain about her current outfit.ย 

โ€œWhat?โ€ She chuckles putting her makeup away when catching his stare in the mirror. His eyes find hers as he walks up behind her with a hum, placing his hands around the front of her waist slowly trailing back and down to grab her ass.ย 

She squeaks at his hands, letting a laugh leave her mouth while his own kisses her collarbone a few times. โ€œI like these pants.โ€

โ€œOh you do, do you?โ€ an amused grin on her face. He hums with a nod. โ€œVery much yes. You need to buy more.โ€ย 

Her eyes roll at his comment before she turns around in his grasp, his hands still going down to her ass when she faces him. Luke looks down at her, taking in the beauty of his girlfriend. She looks down at his lip before lifting herself up a little to place what was supposed to be a chaste kiss.ย 

Luke thought otherwise, humming out a no on her lips to prevent her from breaking away. She giggles at his comment, letting her hands trail up his chest and to the back of his neck and into his curls.ย 

Their lips moving in sync, his tongue finding hers as his hands roam her body. His touches and kisses making her whimper and moan into his mouth.ย 

His hands began to trail from her ass, up to her hips, then to her waist, until they were gripping her breasts. Luke letting his thumb graze over her nipples through the thin fabric.ย 

She breathes out a moan, her head falling back as he plays with them and his lips moving down to her jaw. โ€œLu,โ€ she pants.

โ€œHm?โ€

โ€œWe are gonna be late.โ€ She lets out another whimper when he bites down on her sweet spot just in the crevice of the crook of her neck. Y/n musters up the strength to grab his head from her neck, making him look up at her.ย 

His lips now swollen, eyes looking a little glazed over as he gives her a lovesick grin. Sheย places one last soft kiss on his mouth before turning back around to grab his sweatshirt off the counter, putting it over her head.

"Why don't you just wear my jersey again?" he asks as he steps away to watch her in the mirror.

"Because I need to switch it up every so often," she says in a 'duh' tone. "Either way people will know I'm yours if that's your problem with it." she chuckles, watching him roll his eyes.

"Okay yes, but still. You can see my name on it in bigger letters than you can on my sweatshirt."

"The sweatshirt I'm wearing is a player only sweatshirt. Therefore nobody else but players own it, so I think that's pretty self-explanatory." she assures him as she sees his pout begin to form.

Once she puts the vest over her shoulders, she turns around to wrap her arms around his neck. He grabs her waist immediately, looking down at her with a knowing look. "You may be beautiful, but you're sometimes not the brightest." he jokes, earning a slap to the chest as she walks away after his comment. She slips on her heeled boots in the entryway while he slides on his dress shoes.

"Forensic Scientist means dumb to you? I don't think so baby." she shoots back, the boy just shaking his head with a playful scoff.

"Whatever you say, honey. Let's go," he sighs before tapping her bum as she opens the front door.

Once they arrived to the arena, Y/n says her 'hello's to the other players, and Jack of course, then gives Luke his good luck kiss before making her way to the lower bowl to find her seat.

She sets her food and drink down when she finds it, seeing she's in the second row from the glass and gets comfy as she waited for the game to start. Y/n watched as more and more fans began to pile in, some starting to take up spots around the ice to watch warmups.

The warmups probably had to be her favorite part. Getting to see the boys rev up for the game as well as interacting with fans, the younger kids especially. She sometimes would find herself overhearing conversations of parents with their little ones talking about how they will try hard to get puck from a player for them.

So some days she took matters into her own hands, signaled Luke, Jack or one of the other players she knew well to bring her a couple pucks to hand out to the little kiddos. The smiles and reactions on their faces always made her smile too, which is why she loved stepping in to help sometimes.

Before she knew it, the boys were out on the ice doing their routine, kids and other fans buzzing with excitement as they watched the players skate around the ice.

She smiles widely when she sees Luke spot her, the boy giving her a little wink as he stood at the blue line with Dawson. Her little moment with Luke was soon cut short when someone took their seat next to her and settled in, his stare never leaving her side profile.

Y/n slowly turned to look at the Devils fan, the boy looking around the same age as her. He had darker hair that poked out of his backwards hat, bright hazel eyes, chiseled jaw with a little stubble. He supported a Devils Jersey with an 86 on the back of it. He nods at her before speaking.

"Hey," he starts off. She smiles warmly. "Hello." she says before turning back to watching warmups.

Luke was busy doing his routine to notice the boy sitting next to his girlfriend, y/n adjusting herself due to feeling uncomfortable by his stare.

"I'm Micah." he introduces, y/n turning her head back to him with a smaller smile this time. "Nice to meet you Micah." she says in a soft voice, hoping that it sounded both nice and uninterested.

Micah leans towards her a little, making her smile falter a bit and look back at the boys on the ice for a minute. "And you are..?" he trails off, making her insides churn at his desperation.

"Um, I'm y/n," she says in a shorter tone. He nods with a toothy smile.

"Beautiful name for an absolutely gorgeous girl." he says, making her internally roll her eyes. She just nods at him and offers another warm smile. "Thank you."

She watches as he looks her up and down slowly, slowly biting his lip as his eyes find hers. "So what's a girl like you doing sitting here all by herself?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm not alone I'm-"

"It's okay, you don't have to lie and say your friends are coming. I'll take care of you," he winks at her, and places a hand on her thigh with a squeeze. He was making her stomach knot. "Please take your hand off my leg," she says firmly. She feels herself relax when his hand leaves her thigh, her chest feeling tight as he sat closer to her.

Instead of pushing the conversation she purses her lips and looks back at the boys on the ice, hoping to find her boyfriend and her muscles relax when she sees he's already staring at her.

Now many fans that paid attention to the Hughes brothers knew she and Luke were dating. It wasn't like they made it obvious, but they also weren't hiding it either.

His eyes going back between her and the guy next to her with a darker stare than she's used to. He can tell she's uncomfortable when his eyes find hers a second later, and skates closer towards where she's sitting.

Y/n watches as he skates past and gives her a small nod as if asking if she was okay, and nods back at him with a small smile on her lips.

Luke nods back one more time at her before turning back to finish his drills, his head turning back to stare at the guy sitting next to her one last time.

Y/n was happy the guy known as Micah let her be after that, hoping that he noticed she was uninterested and very much taken.

The lights dimmed as the boys left the ice, y/n sitting back in her chair and going onto her phone. Her phone soon buzzed as she began scrolling through Twitter, seeing it was a text from Luke.

from Lu <3

Do you want me to bring you one of my jerseys?

to Lu <3

I'll be okay. I can stand my ground, I promise

from Lu <3

Baby I really think you should take one of my jerseys

to Lu <3

Lu I will look like every other fan who has one here still. It wouldn't matter if I was wearing it or not.

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Y/n rolled her eyes at his actions and no response, knowing he was frustrated by the situation at hand. She wouldn't be able to convince him any other way, him being the stubborn boy he was.

It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just liked having people know she was his and his only. She would never stop that either, but she just wanted him to understand she can handle situations on her own most times.

Before she knew it, the game had started and that's also when Micah's voice started. He kept trying to talk to her more, explaining the game to her as if she had no idea what was going on. She wanted to move so badly, but knew that that wasn't going to happen.

Y/n just tried her best to act as uninterested as possible to his conversation, the boy obviously not getting the point as time went on.

It also appeared that Luke was getting more and more irritated by Micah's advances.

Y/n often caught him skating by their area and looking directly at the pair sitting next to one another, his expression each time darker and more pissed off than the last.

The one that caught her attention was when Luke looked directly at her, shook his head, rolled his eyes and made a swatting motion at her. It deeply annoyed her that he was getting mad at her when she was making it very clear she wanted nothing to do with the man next to her.

"That call right there is known as icing," Micah begins, leaning towards her and pushing a piece of her hair back. Y/n biting her lip and running a hand through her hair as he keeps his hand on her cheek. "It happens when-"

"Okay look. Micah, is it? Can you please stop explaining the game to me as if I don't get what's going on? I used to play myself, and have a boyfriend who plays it as well. So please just -- stop talking, and stop touching me." Y/n snaps, her facial expressions towards the boy looking like she was ready to bang her head against the wall.

Micah looked stunned for a few seconds, before he smirks and rolls his eyes with a scoff. "If you had a boyfriend, where is he at then?"

Of course that was the only thing he paid attention to. She scoffs at him and looks back to the game.

There was an intermission in between whistles, the ice crew coming to shovel off the ice. Y/n looks up and watches as a kiss cam comes on, happy couples one after the other doing funny or cute kisses.

She looks down at her phone while it goes, not really wanting to be at the game anymore with her boyfriend annoyed at her, and her being annoyed with the guy next to her.

That was until Micah was elbowing her a moment later, the girl looking at him with a scowl evident on her face and he smirks smugly while pointing to the screen. She looks up, and immediately wants to sink into a hole.

Micah and her were on the kiss cam screen.

Micah looks back at her and shrugs. "it's for the views," he says, and she shook her head.

Y/n looks up at the Jumbotron, doing a 'cut' signal with her hand while saying that Micah is not her boyfriend. She began to hold up her sweatshirt, pointing to the number 43 on the arm saying 'boyfriend'.

But before she could finish saying 'boyfriend' Micah tries grabbing her face in a bruising and harsh grasp to pull her in for a kiss. Y/n immediately pushes him away and smacks him hard across the face.

Before she can cuss him out, she hears a loud bang against the glass followed by yells and many fans gasping in shock. Y/n turns to the ice and sees Luke yelling at Micah with Jack and Nico holding him back as if Luke was about ready to break the glass to get to her.

"Get your fucking hands off my girl!" he screams at him. "You grab her like that again and I'll fuck you up, you got that! Get the fuck off of her!! Don't you dare touch her!" Luke continues to yell and cuss as the boys pull him back to the bench.

Luke looks at Y/n and points at her after. "That's why I fucking told you to wear my jersey dammit!" he yells to her, making her stomach drop to her ass out of embarrassment.

Her mouth drops at his reaction, seeing him yell to her once again. "Never fucking listens to me!"

Micah sitting there both in awe and shock by both getting cussed at by Luke Hughes and being smacked by the girl next to him.

Y/n is pushing her way past Micah who is still sitting there dumbfounded, some fans making comments to him saying how shitty it was for him to do what he did.

Y/n kept her head down as she climbed up the stairs, tears in her eyes. One of the security guards she knew very well immediately made her way up to her and pulled her into her arms as they walked.

"Let's get you out of the public eye, hm? Get you down into the tunnel?" she suggest, Y/n nods quietly as she wipes a tear.

When she makes her way to the tunnel she hears the buzzer, signaling the end of the second period. She tells the security guard to grab Jack for her as he walks back to the locker room, the older woman nodding before making her way down the hall.

As she waits for Jack, she manages to take in what just happened.

Micah tried forcing himself on her. Luke cussed him out and almost broke the glass to go after him. Luke yelled at her.

Luke embarrassed her.

Y/n didn't even realize she had tears falling until she saw them fall onto her boots.

"Y/n?" she hears, her head shooting up to see Jack making his way to her with concern on his face. He had his helmet off, stick still in his hand as he approached her.

"Hey," he said as he got to her, pulling her in for a hug first. She hugged him back tightly, sniffling into his shoulder. "You okay?"

She just shook her head as they pulled away. "I've never heard him talk to me like that. Ever. I'm so humiliated." she admits, shaking her head as she wipes her tears.

Jack looks at her with guilt and frustration. "I'm sorry I had no idea he would react like that," he says. "We knew he was bothered by the guy next to you because he wouldn't stop talking about it. But he kept assuring and saying he trusted you to take care of it. Of yourself. He kept saying he knew you could handle it. Next thing we knew he was jumping over the boards and skating towards where you sat. And then you can guess what happened next." he explains, making her nod.

"I just didn't think he would ever talk to me like that." she says in a whisper. "I didn't even know that that guy would grab my face like that." she stutters, letting out a choked sob.

"I should've just listened to Luke and wore his jersey." Y/n says, watching as Jack shook his head. "No don't say what you know would make my brother feel better. He's a piece of shit and a dickbag for saying and reacting how he did. You couldn't have known." Jack assures her, pulling her in for another hug, holding her for longer.

She sniffles and stays silent, Jack pulling away from her as he hears Dawson calling out to him signaling they're going back out in a few.

"I don't want to talk to him for a bit. But I can't go back out there. I don't even think I can show my face out there at all." Y/n explains, Jack nods in understanding.

"I'll make sure he steers clear of you for right now. I'll also be the last one out of the locker room, so I will let one of the trainers know to come grab you to get my keys. You can drive it back to the apartment." he says, making her shake her head and cross her arms.

"Jack are you sure? I can't take your car."

"Y/n/n yes you can. We live in the same complex. Worst case I can always catch a ride with one of the other boys if Luke is still being an ass, so I will be able to get home either way." Jack assures her, the girl contemplating for a minute, then nodding in agreement to his statement.

He kisses her forehead before heading back to the locker rooms, Y/n pulling herself together as she waits silently for one of the trainers. She sees and hears the guys cheering as they head out for the last period, music blaring in the stadium.

She spots one of the trainers walking towards her with a sweet smile, motioning for her to follow behind them to the locker room.

When they get to the entryway, the trainer stops and points to Jack's locker stall. "He said it should be in his suit jacket pocket on the left side." the trainer tells her, y/n nodding as she feels his keys.

As she was about to walk out of the locker room the trainer stops her once more. "Luke also told me to tell you that you can take his key. Since he knows you don't normally bring yours when you drive with him to games." they explain, Y/n feeling her heart clench at his name.

She slowly nods and walks over to her boyfriend's stall and grabbing his apartment key before following the trainer out and towards the garage.

She smiles softly at the trainer before thanking them, then unlocks Jack's car and gets inside.

On the drive home the car is silent, nothing being heard but the rain on the windshield. The radio off due to her not wanting to hear a single thing as she drove home.

The embarrassment she felt from the night was starting to creep up on her, making her just want to crawl up into a ball and live there for the rest of her life.

The facial expression she saw on his face was something she only ever saw when it came to him getting pissed off at another player in the ice, or when he was arguing with Jack. Never did she see it directed towards her. It made her insides burn, her chest feeling tight.

Most of all Y/n felt violated. She had never been grabbed or touched like that, and it scared her that a man would've been desperate enough in a situation to make a move like that guy did.

She let out a sigh as she parked Jack's car in his parking spot in the parking garage, locking it as she made her way up to her and Luke's shared apartment. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, keeping her head low as she made her way through the hallways.

When she saw her familiar doormat outside her apartment, Y/n felt her exhaustion hit. As she unlocked the door, she could hear the patters of the raindrops hitting the windows. The apartment only being illuminated by her golden sunset light in the living room, window cracked open to hear the thunder outside.

She shut the door, and took off her shoes. The tired girl's feet padded down the hall to their shared bedroom, going and taking a seat on their bed as she took a deep breath.

Her phone was buzzing, causing her to turn it over and see what it was.

Luke Hughes loses it over guy in the crowd!

Breaking: New Jersey Devils player, Luke Hughes, almost breaks glass to fight man in stands after putting hands on Hughes' girlfriend!

Devils player Luke Hughes screams at fan in stands after putting hands on Hughes' girlfriend. Soon starts screaming at girlfriend shortly after, causing absolute mayhem in the stands!

After seeing each title and tweet get worse and worse, she immediately puts her phone on Do Not Disturb and puts it face down on the nightstand.

Y/n began taking off her outfit, grabbing pjs and a towel before heading into the bathroom.

Y/n turned on the shower, loving how the warmth felt on her skin and closed her eyes as she stepped in.

Usually she had always taken a post game shower with Luke when they'd gotten home, but she couldn't even fathom to want to be in the same room as him after his outburst.

Sure she understood the one towards Micah, but she still thought she didn't deserve to get the backend of it too.

Y/n also knew that he probably felt like shit after how he acted, and was probably getting an absolute earful from the entire team, the coaches included.

She let the water soak up her scalp, taking a few deep breaths as she stood there. She didn't even know where her head was at. She was still so shocked of the events tonight, but also craved to have Luke holding her. Telling her she would be okay, and that he never meant any of it.

Y/n jumps and gasps when she feel hands slither around her waist, but relaxing when a familiar head of curls is seen in her side view as he hid his face in her neck for a few moments.

The girl fought with herself, wondering if she should just let it happen or push him away, not knowing which would be the better option.

That was until he propped his chin on her shoulder, sniffling a couple times. She stood there tense, staying quiet for a few moments.

"I don't even know where to start," he says, his voice rough. He squeezes her waist, her hands still staying crossed at her chest.

"Well I do know where to start. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Y/n. I have no excuses for the way I spoke to you. You were trying to get him off you, and were clearly uninterested in general. Guy couldn't take a fucking hint," he chuckles bitterly. "In the end, I should not have yelled or screamed at you. You didn't deserve any of that. I can't imagine how embarrassed you felt after that. That's all completely my fault, I couldn't control myself after seeing how uncomfy he kept making you." he sniffles and pauses to press a kiss on her temple.

"I really can't believe I lost it on you. I have no regrets for losing it on that guy, but losing my shit on you I have every regret in the world. I would absolutely go back in time and prevent myself from doing that to you. Without a second thought." he finishes. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I am a dick, and I truly don't expect you to forgive me easily. I embarrassed you, and made it so hard for you to walk back into that arena without wanting to curl up in a ball. If you don't come to some my games for a bit, I get it. I don't blame you."

It's quiet for a few moments after that, Y/n taking that as Luke's speech being finished. She sighs and lets her body relax fully into his own, letting her hands trail down to where his hands are on her waist and wrap hers around his wrists softly.

She caresses the top of his hands with her thumbs. "You're a fucking asshole you know that?" she whispers, shaking her head as she looks down at their hands.

He nods against her shoulder. "More than an asshole honestly." he chuckles, making her muster up the smallest grin.

"You embarrassed me. You humiliated me in front of the entire arena, Luke," she starts. "I wouldn't have been as mad if it were just towards that guy. Yeah I still would've been annoyed, but it was when you started going after me. As if I had been letting it happen." she explains, Luke letting her speak.

"I tried everything in my power to make it known I was uninterested. I tried everything to make it known I didn't want him talking to me. I tried Lu," she says, her voice sounding defeated the last few words.

Luke just nods, saying he knows repeatedly. "Especially when he kept putting his hands on me, I kept telling him to stop and I kept saying no." Y/n says, her voice weak as her lips began to quiver. Luke pulls her in tighter, his heart aching and his anger rising at the guy. He had no right to touch her, and especially when she kept telling him to not touch her.

Luke couldn't imagine what was going through her head during then. It made him feel even worse after hearing how defeated she. sounded.

"Then when he grabbed my face, I felt so violated. Like I couldn't even win even when I kept saying no," she sniffled. "Then when you yelled at me like that, it made me feel like you didn't even care that I was trying my hardest to not let him touch me. When it was so clear I didn't want him to."

Luke raised his head from her shoulder, placing his hands on her hips to turn her so she was facing him. "Look at me." he says softly to her, seeing as she shook her head and kept it staring down at her hands.

He watched as she began to nervously pick ta her fingertips, something she did from anxiety, which made his hands leave her sides and lace his fingers between him own to prevent her from doing so.

"Y/n, baby, look at me." he says, his voice softer than the first time. Y/n mustered the strength to look into his eyes for the first time that evening, seeing his were incredibly bloodshot and swollen.

"Oh Lu," she sighs as she sees his face. He shook his head. "Don't worry about me." he says. "I want you to know that no matter what, I will always care for you. Even when it's so much it seems annoying, I will still be there by your side protecting and caring about you. I care more about you than I do myself." he assures her, making her lips quiver.

"You need to care about yourself too, Luke. Don't beat yourself up when you can't help me with a situation. You have to trust that I can handle it most times on my own." she explains, Luke nodding in agreement with her.

"I get that you were mad and that you were wanting to do anything you could to get to me in that moment, but taking it out on me when you know I'm trying is not the way to go."

Luke puts his head down, nodding once more. "I know. And I'm never going to stop apologizing to you. I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take it all back. I'm so sorry, Y/n/n."

She puts her hands on his cheeks. "I know. But you can't take it back, no matter how much to wish you could. Just learn from it, and move forward. Yeah this was a major bump we will work on fixing, but that is the thing. It's not just going to be you, it's gonna be us." she assures him, watching his eyes find hers again.

"You won't be going through this alone. Yeah I'm hurt. Yeah I'm embarrassed. But that's not gonna stop me from loving you and helping you. We will work on it together, okay?" Y/n caresses his cheeks, watching as he nods.

"I love you. So much. So so much, Y/n. I'm so sorry."

Y/n gives him a smile and nods, leaning her forehead against his own. "I love you too, baby. I know."

He presses his lips on her own cautiously, Y/n feeling his actions. In which she lets her hands find the back of his head and pull him closer to her to make their kiss more passionate.

He hums as their lips move in sync, letting her lead it as he wraps his arms around her figure.

Luke breaks the kiss after a few moments. "Let me start making it up to you right now, yeah?" he pants, and she nods.

"I'm all yours."

That's all Luke needs to hear before he begins his apology to her. Showing her how sorry he is in many different ways.


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เฉˆโœฉ โ€” ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต . . . tyler and luke are having a sibling date in michigan one summer when two unknown people walk up to them, claiming to be her birth parents.

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July 2, 2022

tyler laughs at luke as he nearly trips, sitting in the chair in their favorite little diner that only the two of them went to. it officially was a month in of summer and all four hughes siblings were finally reunited after very hectic schedules of hockey practice, games, recording music and concerts.

while the two of them decided to go out for breakfast with each other, everyone else stayed back at the lake house to plan what they would all be doing the days that they would be there.

"was it really a good idea to leave mat at home with our parents and the others?" luke questioned the blonde sitting in front of him as he glanced over the menu placed on the table, both of them already knowing what they would be ordering.

tyler bites her lip as she glances over at her phone laying face down on the table, "not really, but i think he can survive an hour or two without me there to play peacemaker."

"well, i don't think he's a bad guy." the youngest hughes boy shrugged his shoulder, "i mean, the two of you have been together for almost two years. jack can't hold a grudge for too long."

"are you sure about that? 'cause i'm pretty sure he is still pissed off about that stuffed elephant that quinn and i accidentally ripped the trunk off of a whole ten years ago."

"luke! tyler! how are my two favorite people?!" Sally, the owner of the small diner, grins widely at the brother and sister as she walked over to their table, "it's always a pleasure to have the two of you here when you guys come home!"

"hi, sally!" the blonde stands up to wrap the older woman into a hug before sitting back down, "how have you and rodger been?"

"we've been good, sweetheart. we've been keeping track of the two of you and your careers." sally smiles at them, her notepad in her hand, "alright, the same as always? or have you both finally decided to try something other than those pancakes you always get?"

"the same as always, please."

"coming right up, sweethearts! and don't be strangers, come back before you guys get back to your lives and leave this little place." sally tells them before looking down at tyler, "and you, missy, bring that handsome boyfriend of yours around to meet me."

tyler giggles, "i promise."

"i'm paying, luke!"

"i don't think so. quinn would have my head if i made you pay for both of our food. i'm paying and that's --,"

"excuse me. are you tyler?"

both tyler and luke turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, looking over at the tall man and blonde woman standing behind them with warm smiles on their faces.

"um, that depends on who's asking." the country singer chuckled awkwardly as she looked between the two people she had never seen before, rolling her eyes slightly as luke subconsciously stepped in front of her to hide her from the strangers.

"oh, honey." the lady tilts her head, looking at the blonde with watery eyes as a wobbly smile, "i'm carissa and this is brandon. we're your parents."

"it was supposed to be a closed adoption. they weren't even supposed to be able to find you." ellen shakes her head as she looks at her eldest child.

tyler and luke had left the diner after the run in with her 'birth parents' and they had come straight back to the lake house instead of doing what else they had left the house to do so that the two could tell their parents what had happened.

jim sighs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. "how do we even know these are actually her birth parents? they could just be two crazy ass people who looked up the first famous blonde they could try and get money out of. i mean, she's doing well for herself in nashville and besides, it's been twenty-six years since they gave her up. why come looking now?"

"did they at least say what they wanted?" mat sits next to his girlfriend, a hand rubbing soft circles in her back as it was just tyler, her parents, quinn and mat in the kitchen, jack and luke taking everyone else out on the boat to give them some privacy to talk.

"no." tyler shakes her head, "they didn't make it past the 'we're your parents' part. luke pulled me out of the diner before i could ask them what they wanted."

"this is complete bullshit." quinn shakes his head, his jaw clenching in anger just as the doorbell went off, "i'll get it."

"should we call the adoption agency and see how they tracked us down?" ellen looks over at her husband just as quinn comes back in the kitchen.

"how about we ask them ourselves." quinn says, crossing his arms over his chest as the same people from the diner came in behind him.

"what the hell? how did you know where we were staying?"

brandon shrugged, "i'm a private detective. i got some of my people to help me look into it."

"isn't that some kind of violation of the adoption?" mat questioned as his hand moved from tyler's back to her bare thigh.

"and you are?" carissa turns to the islanders player.

"mat." the boy sends her a sarcastic smile, "the boyfriend."

"what is it the two of you want?" jim looks between the couple claiming to be his daughter's birth parents.

"we want to get to know our daughter." carissa smiles warmly as everyone in the kitchen.

"you want to get to know me?" tyler stands up from her seat, making sure to grab her phone as she did.

"yes, sweetheart. we want to know all about you."

"yeah, you want to know what i want?" tyler starts to walk out of the kitchen, "i want a fucking dna test!"

July 9, 2023

a week had come and gone by time they got the dna test back, and everyone -- including brandon and carissa -- were in the hughes lake house waiting to hear the results.

tyler sat nervously next to her boyfriend, playing with mat's hand out of nervousness which was a habit she's had for as long as she could remember.

"alright, are we ready?" jim holds the envelope tightly in his hand as he looks around the room at everyone.

everyone staying in the lake house nod along with brandon and carissa, all of the boys there for the summer having stayed to be there for tyler as support just like she was for all of them.

"okay." the male lets out a heavy sigh as he opened the large envelope and pulling out the papers, letting his eyes read over the words before he tells everyone what they say.

"well? dad." jack's leg shakes in anticipation as they all look at him.

"well, ty, they are your biological parents." jim tells his eldest child, who instantly crumbles in her boyfriend's arms.

"hey, shh. it's okay, baby." mat rubs her back as she sobs loudly into his chest. "come on, let's go get some air."

the blonde stands up and walks out of the lake house, mat following behind her as everyone sat in a stunned silence.

"what do the two of you want with tyler?" quinn turns to the biological parents of his older sister, a scowl on his face, "hum? the money she makes for herself? a chance to be in her spotlight because she's moving up in the world? what was your exact purpose of hunting her down?"

"quinn." ellen shakes her head at her oldest son

"no, i would love to know the answer to that as well." jim crosses his arms as he looks over at the two adults.

"we just want to be a part of our daughter's life." brandon says, "so that she can get to know her other siblings."

"no." tyler's voice catches their attention as she and mat come back into the lake house, "no, just because a piece of paper says that i'm your daughter, doesn't make that true. "they--," she points between ellen and jim, "--are my mom and dad. and the three of them--," she moves her finger to point to luke, jack and quinn. "--are my brothers."

"tyler--,"

she cuts carissa off, "twenty-six years, i have been waiting for one of you to come looking for me, to acknowledge that i existed. i didn't even have a fucking name when the two of you threw me away like i didn't matter! the two of them named me! they raised me! they put me through school! for twenty-six years, they have been mom and dad! jim taught me how to change my own tires, jim taught me not to let a man bring me down! jim is my dad! ellen, she taught me how to be a strong ass woman on my own! ellen taught me everything i needed to know about being a woman! they taught me what a mother and a father should be like!โ€

"the two of them put me through school! they were at every cheer event, they were there for every milestone in my life! every band concert, they were there cheering me on! quinn, luke and jack? the three of them let me know every single damn day, how much they love that their mother and father adopted me, even though i'm older than the three of them! quinn, he held my hand when i learned how to ice skate for the very first time! he was there to hold my hand when i thought that the guy i was with before mat was going to be my forever! luke, he's the youngest out of the four of us and he was there to cheer me up when i felt like i was nothing! jack, he's always been there to call me out on my bullshit, but he's also the one that gets into the bullshit with me! they are my brothers! the five of them, are my family!"

"and without them, i would not be where i am today. i would not have the opportunities that i've had without any of them! i wouldn't have all of these amazing, wonderful, caring people in my life if it wasn't for them." tyler blinks as more tears cause her vision to go blurry as she stands next to mat, grabbing his hand.

"i have the life you could only dream about having, and it is because of them! so, no, i'm not your daughter. she died a long time ago. so get the hell out of my lake house and don't come back!."

everyone sits in silence, both brandon and carissa looking at the blonde in disbelief.

"you heard her." quinn stands up to move next to the other side of his sister, "get the hell out and don't come back."

after the two are pulling out of the driveway, tyler is pulled into a hug by her brothers and their parents.

"we're proud of you, tyler noelle." ellen kisses her daughter on the forehead, a warm smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

"so proud." jim wipes her tears away as he kisses her on the top of her head.

"i love you, guys."

"we love you, too."

"GROUP HUG!!!


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๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝกkaelyn admits in a james corden interview that even though her brother is in the nfl, she has a soft spot for hockey, more specifically a certain jersey devil by the name jack hughes.

meet kaelyn burrow โ€” little burrow

โ”Šเณƒ โ•ฐโ–บ ๐˜‰๐˜“๐˜œ๐˜™๐˜‰๐˜š

โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ her relationship w/ joe

โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ her relationship w/ Olivia

โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ her relationship w/ the bengals

โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ her relationship w/ jack

โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ her relationship w/ luke & quinn

โ”Šเณƒ โ•ฐโ–บ ๐˜๐˜”๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜š

๐Ÿ”ฅ spill your guts

๐Ÿ”ฅ football meets hockey

๐Ÿ”ฅ writing session

โ”Šเณƒ โ•ฐโ–บ ๐˜๐˜•๐˜š๐˜›๐˜ˆ

๐Ÿ’ฅ my girl

โ”Šเณƒ โ•ฐโ–บ ๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜’๐˜Œ ๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Ÿ๐˜›

๐Ÿ“


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1 year ago

๐’๐๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐†๐”๐“๐’

โ˜„. *. โ‹† ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž !

๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ

๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๏ฝก๏ฝก๏ฝก kaelyn takes part in a game of spill your guts alongside james corden and niall horan when she admits to liking hockey more than football.

เฉˆโœฉ โ” โช feel free to send an any request of things you want to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts about what your read! i would love that! โซ

"Welcome back, everybody!" James greets the audiance as he sat at the table with Kaelyn, Niall Horan and Ewan McGregor, "Let's take a look at the food that we have. We have salmon smoothie, beef tongue, bird saliva, herring rollmop, scorpion, fish head, hot sauce and finally, bull penis."

"Can I call my brother to come pick me up?" Kaelyn scrunches her nose up at the foods placed in front of her.

Everyone laughs, including the audiance.

"Do you always get your brother to pick you up from nasty things?" Niall laughs at the blonde to the right of him.

"Yes."

"So here's how it works, Ewan and I will be asking questions to Kaelyn and Niall, and vise versa." James explained how the game works. "Now, if someone on your team chooses not to answer their question, you both will have to eat the disgusting food. Have we got it?"

"Yes."

"Legally, and with the remind of my brother, I am required to tell you that I have a sever peanut allergy and I do not have my Epipen on me." Kaelyn informs everyone at the table.

"We made sure before we asked you on." James smirked at the blonde.

"I figured as much." She sighed.

"Niall, you're up first." James calls out the Irish man, "Niall, I am going to give you."

"Please don't do that. My acid reflex will freak out." Niall points to the hot sauce as James spins the trey around.

"Please, anything but the scorpion." Kaelyn whines, brushing her hair out of her face.

"The salmon smoothie.โ€ The chunky pink drink stops in front of the two. โ€œHere is your question. So if you answer the question you donโ€™t have to eat. If you donโ€™t answer the question, you both have to have a big glug of the salmon smoothie.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know what Iโ€™m more nervous about, the question or the smoothie.โ€ Niall laughs.

James looks down at the flash card in his hands, โ€œWell, Iโ€™ve just seen the question, I think it might be the question. Niall, who is your least favorite member of One Direction?โ€

โ€œMy Directioner heart canโ€™t take it!โ€ Kaelyn dramatically slaps a hand over her heart with a pout on her lips.

The audience screams out at the question while Niall gives off a nervous laugh.

Niall picks the drink off of the table, pushing it towards Kaelyn before sitting it back down as she reaches for it.

โ€œShit.โ€ Niall laughs, โ€œUmโ€”,โ€

โ€œAs much as I hate this, I think you should drink.โ€ Kaelyn reaches a hand out to touch Niall on the arm, โ€œI am not your publicist. But I donโ€™t know that you should.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t think of your teammate, think of your life.โ€ James tells the Irish singer.

โ€œI think I might and just take the daily mail hit tomorrow, and throw out a crap answer.โ€ Niall laughs, โ€œIโ€™m trying to help out Kaelyn.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll drink it.โ€ Kaelyn cringed at the thought of the thick substance as she used the green cloth to put around his neck.

โ€œAre you gonna go salmon!โ€

โ€œYeah, for future life, yeah, I think Iโ€™ll go with this. Sorry, Kaelyn.โ€ Niall picks up two glasses, handing one to the blonde next to him.

โ€œDown the hatch!โ€

Kaelyn brings the cup up, tipping it but the drink is so thick that it doesnโ€™t even move.

โ€œHang on, there you go.โ€ James passed Niall a fork as Kaelyn grabs the one from next to her and dips it into the cup.

โ€œNo!โ€ Kaelyn canโ€™t help but to gag as she moves to spilt it out, reaching for the glass of water. โ€œOh, my gos! Thatโ€™s just nasty!โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not so much of the taste, itโ€™s the texture, itโ€™s like having a salmon yogurt.โ€ Niall explained the best he can.

โ€œRight, so now is Kaelyn, you will ask your question to me.โ€ James gestures to the singer. โ€œWhich would you like me and Ewan to have?โ€

โ€œHmm.โ€ A smirk sets on her face as she looked at the question.

โ€œOh no. I donโ€™t like the look on your face.โ€ James laughs.

โ€œIโ€™m gonna give you guys the scorpion.โ€ Kaelyn turned the table, the same smirk on her face, โ€œJames, name one artist you have turned down carpool karaoke.โ€

โ€œHow long have you got?โ€ Niall laughs.

James picks the Scorpio up, โ€œCheers mate. Ewan, you question to Kaelyn.โ€

โ€œI think Iโ€™m going for the tongue.โ€

โ€œFuck my life.โ€

The crowd and men at the table burst out laughing at the girl.

โ€œKaelyn, your brother is Joe Burrow, the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, who is your actual favorite football team?โ€

The crowed โ€˜oohsโ€™ as the blonde bows her head, shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

โ€œArenโ€™t you on a plane to Cincinnati when you leave here?โ€ Niall questioned.

โ€œYes.โ€ She groaned before looking up, her face twisted if false confusion, โ€œTruthfully, I watch football a lot less than other sports. I love supporting Joe, but my heart is, and will always be, a die hard hockey fan.โ€

โ€œHockey?โ€

โ€œYes, and not just any hockey team, the New Jersey Devils.โ€ Kaelyn says before looking straight at the camera, โ€œJack Hughes, if you are watching this, slide into my DMโ€™s. I promise, Iโ€™ll reply.โ€ She winks.

โ€œShoot your shot, girl!โ€ Everyone laughs as someone from the audience yells it out.

โ€œI am!โ€

James laughed, clapping his hands. โ€œUnfortunately, that is all we have time for today! Kaelyn, I want a thank you at your wedding in a couple of years whenever you married this hockey player youโ€™re obsessed with! Jack Hughes, DM her please!โ€


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1 year ago

sleepy | jh86

Sleepy | Jh86
Sleepy | Jh86
Sleepy | Jh86

โœฆ word count - 709

โœฆ summary - in which jack is a horndog, even when asleep.

โœฆ warnings - smut

โœฆ avaโ€™s notes - first time posting my writing! iโ€™m super nervous but super excited! i have other fics in the works but iโ€™ve decided to post this first :) โ€ฆ i hope you guys enjoy!

Sleepy | Jh86

MOST PEOPLE DREAM when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares.ย 

Jack? Noโ€ฆnoโ€ฆhe fucks in his sleep.ย 

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body.ย 

You, of course, wake up because youโ€™re used to it by now. And usually you wouldnโ€™t mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house.ย 

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didnโ€™t keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinnโ€™s bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said.ย 

But Jack? He wasnโ€™t affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass.ย 

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts.ย 

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lowerโ€ฆand lower until he reached the hem of your panties.ย 

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, theyโ€™re just an obstacle.ย 

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it.ย 

You werenโ€™t even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, youโ€™d end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue.ย 

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy.ย 

โ€œShhhh,โ€ he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper.ย 

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. โ€œFuck,โ€ he lowly whispered.ย 

โ€œJack,โ€ you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube.ย 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good.ย 

โ€œShh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet,โ€ he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you.ย 

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake.ย 

โ€œYou need to keep quiet,โ€ he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves.ย 

โ€œFuck, Jack. Feels so good,โ€ you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and donโ€™t stop.ย 

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you.ย 

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises.ย 

โ€œYou wanna come?โ€ Nod. โ€œCome with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.โ€ And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out.ย 

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck.ย 

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep.ย 

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)


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1 year ago

๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ 

Love of my Life Au

๐Œ๐š๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐„๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ

- ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

- ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐Ÿ” ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“

- ๐“๐š๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž

- ๐…๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ค

- ๐Ÿ“,๐Ÿ“

- ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ

- ๐…๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐”๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ก

- ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ = ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐œ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ

- ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ก ๐™๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ - ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐”๐‚๐‹๐€

- ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐ญ

- ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ง ๐ƒ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž, ๐„๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐„๐๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐„๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฉ๐š ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.

- ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ

- ๐‹๐ž๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’/๐Ÿ•

- ๐Ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ

- ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐”๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.

- ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐‡๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฑ ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ

- ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ง

- ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง

- ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐ง ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž.

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐๐๐ฒโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ

- ๐‰๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ

- ๐๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐†๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐š ๐ฉ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐š ๐œ๐š๐ญ!???

- ๐’๐š๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐„๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐.

- ๐„๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‰๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ

- ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐  ๐ญ๐ž๐ง

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ

- ๐‡๐š๐ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐€๐๐š๐ฆ ๐…๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข

- ๐–๐ž ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ

- ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿฅฑ

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๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐œ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฑ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐‡๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ

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- ๐‡๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฑ ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ

- ๐Œ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐‰๐š๐ง๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž

- ๐Œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ

- ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž

- ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ

- ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐. ๐˜๐ž๐ฌ. ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž. ๐๐จ

- ๐€๐ญ๐ก๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐ ๐Ÿ ๐ฑ ๐€๐ญ๐ก๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐Ÿ

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ

- ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐”๐’๐€ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ

- ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

- ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ

- ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ค๐š ๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ง, ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค, ๐„๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ข๐  ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ

- ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ญ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐

- ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ž๐ก๐ข๐จ

- ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ

- ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ

- ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ

- ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ 

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐š๐ฒ

- ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ

- ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐š๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž

- ๐ฌ๐จ ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž

- ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐›๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐›๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ 

- ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง

- ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ณ๐ฒ

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๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ.

๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ขโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž. ๐’๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ง๐.

๐“๐จ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž/๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ. ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Œ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ง๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ž๐ซ + ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ. ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ. ๐’๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ .

โ€œ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐žโ€ ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. โ€œ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐กโ€ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐. โ€œ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญโ€ ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐จ๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ.

โ€œ๐Ž๐ค ๐ฌ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐คโ€ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐๐ž๐š, ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ. โ€œ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐โ€ ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐โ€.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ค ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐Ÿ, ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.

โ€œ๐Ž๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐›๐žโ€ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง-๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.

โ€œ๐€๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐š๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿโ€ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐.

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐€๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ.

๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ. ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ. โ€œ๐Ž๐ค ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐  ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ. ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ (๐ฌ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ), ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ.

โ€œ๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐คโ€ ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง. ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž.

โ€œ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฉโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐š๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž, ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ž.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐š ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ. โ€œ๐Ž๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐› ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐› ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ญ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ. โ€œ ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐žโ€ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ. โ€œ๐˜๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐žโ€ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ. ๐€ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, โ€œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐žโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ.

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.

โ€œ๐“๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.

๐‡๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž. โ€œ๐’๐จ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ. โ€œ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ. โ€œ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ. ๐’๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ. โ€œ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐žโ€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง๐ฌ. โ€œ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ.

๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฐ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐ฑ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง.

๐…๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก. ๐‡๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง-๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.

โ€œ๐Ž๐ค ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐žโ€ ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค. โ€œ๐˜๐ž๐ฌ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐›๐š๐โ€ ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž. ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ข๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ.

๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, โ€œ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ก ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญโ€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ โ€œ๐จ๐Ÿ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒโ€. ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ โ€œ๐š๐ก ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐žโ€. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ. ๐๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ. โ€œ๐Ž๐ก ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ก ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž. โ€œ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ฆ-โ€œ โ€œ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐žโ€. ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐œ๐จ๐œ๐ค. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก. ๐‡๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ฎ๐›๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.

๐‡๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐š๐ซ. ๐€ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ซ. โ€œ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ. โ€œ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐โ€ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐€ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ.

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๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ.

๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ก ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ. ๐€๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž.

๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐›๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑโ€™๐ฌ, ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ. ๐Ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ, ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ค.

๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก, ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค. ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ.

๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ. (๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ญ) - ๐™ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ.

๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•. ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ. ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐.

๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐ค๐“๐จ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.

๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ค.

๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐œ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ฌ!

๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ข๐ค๐“๐จ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.


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1 year ago

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก

Love of my Life Au

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madshughes <3 of gold

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| sophiaarnold oh she hotttt

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| madshughes mwuh mwuh ๐Ÿ’‹

| nick_moldenhauer a b c sexc and u r the only ten I see ๐Ÿ˜˜ @sophiaarnold

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| lhughes_06 does that mean Quinn knows and we DONT???!!

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| trevorzegras is the first thing a penis? penis of gold??????????

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| madshughes I love you Mack ๐Ÿ’—

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| maliahzeegs U R SENT FROM HEAVEN

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rutgermcgroarty love of my life

| madshughes u didnโ€™t understand the assignment

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| umichhockey we ๐Ÿ’— mads

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| jackhughes absolutely not

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| madshughes and thatโ€™s why ur my fav moose

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| madshughes wow that really means a lot ๐Ÿฅฒ


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1 year ago

i have to know. do mads brother know about all her piercings and if so like what were their reactions. have a gut feeling trevor would say something like he did with her belly button piercing and her brothers would get so mad

love this au btw so much!! ๐Ÿ’•๏ฟผ

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I Have To Know. Do Mads Brother Know About All Her Piercings And If So Like What Were Their Reactions.

- ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐› ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ

- ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

- ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ

- ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ( ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐œ๐ฎ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ )

- ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐› ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ

- ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ 

- ๐‡๐ž ๐๐ข๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ

- โ€œ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ€

- ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ

- ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ž, ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ, ๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ข

- ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐

- ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ง ๐™๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž

- ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

- โ€œ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐žโ€ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ

- โ€œ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ข ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฆโ€

- ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฉ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š โ€œ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€

- ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ

- ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐  ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ž

- โ€œ๐„๐ฐ, ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌโ€????

- ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž

- ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž. ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฒ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐‡๐€๐‘๐ƒ

- ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐๐ž๐š ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ

- ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ

- ๐‘๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ 

- ๐’๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐Œ๐š๐๐ข ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ

- ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ข๐  ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ค๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ

- ๐‡๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ


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would anyone be interested in a ff that centers around an oc that has like a hockey โ€˜shitpostโ€™ account (she would be mainly talking about like the hughes, turcs, zegras, some of the umich team, maybe some like flybys of others, idk yet ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ) i have sort of a plan for this but no idea yet whoโ€™s she end up with ๐Ÿ˜ž

our girl is from texas (like moi) she is a cutie southern belle who fell in love with hockey by total accident- stumble across a post-game and couldnโ€™t stop watching.

lmk what you think!!


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welcome to finding charlie!

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when a girl from texas finds her self intertwined with the world of sticks and pucks.

if anyone has any questions regarding the actual ranching part shoot me a message and i'll give you an explanation!

the early dawn was shining on the body strewn across the sheets. the body peacefully sleeping was quietly awoken by the rays.ย 

her eyes slowly adjusting to the lightย 

โ€œwhy must we wake up so early?โ€ charlotte asked in the quiet of her room. she begins to make the trek across the floor to her now, slowly opening door,

โ€œhey shug, just making sure you were up.โ€ a soft-spoken elderly woman said to her.ย 

โ€œyeah mawmaw, iโ€™m awake, has pa made breakfast yet?โ€ charlie responds.ย 

โ€œno, your daddy did, heโ€™s tacking the horses up with the hands.โ€ dorothy responds

โ€œare we sure that the food is edible?โ€ charlie jokes

โ€œyouโ€™re funny shug, iโ€™m sure your daddy is perfectly capable of making the four of us breakfastโ€ dottie laughs. the two women begin their journey down the stairs,ย 

โ€œhey momma, hey babygirl. ready to get to work?โ€ graham asks his daughter while flipping an egg.ย 

โ€œnot really but someone has to do it, we canโ€™t let chloe and the rest of the hands do it alone.โ€ she laughs as a weathered gentleman walks in from the daylight-ridden ground.ย 

โ€œhow is my favorite person this morning?โ€ henry asks

โ€œgreat dad, hows my favorite person?โ€ graham responds causing the other people in the room to tumble over in laughter.ย 

โ€œnow baby you know that wasnโ€™t meant for you.โ€ his mother says with residual laughter coating her face.ย 

โ€œhaha of course i did momma, my babygirl has always been his favorite.โ€ he says with a soft smile

โ€œi donโ€™t know about that now daddy, momma wouldโ€™ve given that answer a run for its money,โ€ charlie says with the same smile on her face,

โ€œcโ€™mon yโ€™all, now lets not kick off our day with a grim start.โ€ dorothy says before grabbing the cooler full of water and gatorade.ย 

โ€œnow shug go ahead and get on some work attire, you canโ€™t ranch and ride in your pajamas.โ€ her grandma said in a warm tone

โ€œyes maโ€™am,โ€ charlie says before walking up the same stairs she came down thirty minutes before.

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the once calm sun, now beating down on the crowd of cows and people.

โ€œyou sure know how to pick โ€˜em mr.jamison,โ€ chloe says wiping the beads of sweat from off her hat-line.ย ย 

โ€œyou sure do pa, it's hotter than hell out hereโ€ charlie adds on,

โ€œyeah mr,jamie, whyโ€™d you choose the hottest day of the summer to do this?โ€ anthony, a ranch hand says.

โ€œoh yโ€™all quit your complaining, letโ€™s get this done before the real heat starts to hit you lot.โ€ henry nags on their complaining.

โ€œWOULD SOMEONE COVER THE FLANK FOR ME?โ€ charlie yells as she sees a cow and calf begin to move out of the circle. she goes to grab her rope and begin to circle it in the air,

โ€œCHARLIE GO BACK TAKE YOUR POSITION LET THE SWING HANDLE THE LOOSE ONESโ€ graham yells at her from behind

โ€œi almost had โ€˜emโ€ she mutters to herself as she drags her horse to get back into their position.ย she couldnโ€™t help with the way she was feeling, although she knew that her anger was unnecessary, all her dad wanted was to keep her safe. especially after what her mom went through, and she never wanted her dad to go through that pain again.

the drive was long and tiring but thatโ€™s the price you have to pay when youโ€™re generations deep into a cattle ranch. all charlotte wanted was a cold shower and to relax, but her day was far from over.

โ€œhey shug, when youโ€™re done untacking your horses wanna come start dinner with me?โ€ dottie asked her granddaughter.

โ€œof course i do, mawmaw! give be about thirty minutes to cool down stetson and iโ€™ll be right in!โ€ charlie said with a grin adorning her face

โ€œactually i might need a quick shower before,โ€ as she said that her face screwed up, โ€œi smell pretty bad.โ€

โ€œalright hopalong, see you when you donโ€™t smell like youโ€™ve been rolling in cow patties.โ€ dottie says laughing as she walks back to the house.

while she and stetson were winding down from their eventful day, charlie couldnโ€™t help but think about how much she wished her mom was there with her.

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charlie had finally made her way downstairs after her much needed shower.

โ€œitโ€™s about time you got down hereโ€ henry said to her

โ€œwould you rather me sit here and make your food while iโ€™m covered in dirt and sweat?โ€ she asks with a smirk lacing her lips.

โ€œno i guess notโ€ he says with a small laugh. charlie walks into the kitchen, admiring her grandmother from afar.

โ€œyou know staring is rude shug?โ€ dottie says whilst turning around.

โ€œcanโ€™t a girl look at her grandma with admiration without being nagged?โ€ she says with the same bright smile that once shined on a similar face.

โ€œwhatever, come help me make these biscuits before those men get restless.โ€ dottie says before turning around so she can start the chicken.

โ€œhow was the wagon without me mawmaw?โ€ charlie asks

โ€œnot near as exciting, no one drives that buggy like you do.โ€ dorothy softly laughs, โ€œhow was being back with the team?โ€

โ€œnot as exciting as i remember, iโ€™m not used to being so stagnant. you know?โ€ charlie thought out loud, โ€œis it bad to say i miss the thrill of being in the middle of the problem?โ€

โ€œno, of course not shug. youโ€™ve been doing this since you could ride by yourself. being on the back burner is hard when youโ€™re used to bubbling over all the time.โ€ dorothy tells her before ushering her out of the way of what she need. charlotte took that a sign to finish up with her biscuit making.

โ€œalright, ive got this dough shaped it just needs some time in the ovenโ€ charlie says as she put the cast iron of biscuits in the oven. dorothy nodded her head as she breaded the final pieces of chicken to fry.

โ€œalright shug, i can finish up from here. why donโ€™t you go set the table and find out what those hooligans want to drink, hmm?โ€ dottie asked

โ€œyes maโ€™am.โ€ charlie replied before disappearing into the dining room. she begun laying the plates down, 5 place settings, one for henry, one for dorothy, one for graham, one for her, and one for clara. even though charlotteโ€™s mom had passed almost 6 months ago, no one had the strength to leave her seat empty.

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dinner had commenced but not without some banter between the son and father. charlotte had taken it upon herself to clean up after everyone to catch some peace of mind before her day starts all over again.

charlie had made her way up the stairs for the final time today. although instead of turning into her room, she took the turn into the den. she thought some tv would do her a little good after the day she had.

she surfed channels for awhile before settling on some old western, when her grandpa walked in.

โ€œhey pumpkin, watching el dorado are we?โ€ henry asks before plopping down right next to his granddaughter. charlie nods while dropping her head on to his shoulder. he responded by wrapping his arm around hers in turn. charlie eventually fell asleep, and henry didnโ€™t have the heart to move her, she looked so content just laying there.

charlie stayed asleep until a nightmare plagued her mind. she woke up with a shine on her forehead and decided she wouldnโ€™t be able to fall back asleep. she, once again, began to channel surf before seeing a familiar face. although she couldnโ€™t quite place the young man, she knew him from somewhere. she paused before getting lost in the way the men slid across the ground, seemingly chasing nothing.

she didnโ€™t know it then but that one interview would change her life, but would it be for the best?

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