#steve the outsiders

[ponyhasapepsiaddiction]

Steve: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Sandy recently.  Sodapop: No, Steve, it's not what it looks like, I swear.  Steve: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?  Sodapop: No! You’re the only one for me.  Steve: Is that so?  Sodapop: I promise! Sandy and I are just dating, okay? She’s my partner.  Steve: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?  Sodapop: You are still my one and only best friend! She’s just the love of my life, nothing more!  Steve: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?  Sodapop: Of course bro!  Steve: Bro...  Ponyboy: What the-

[uglygirlpretendingtobepretty]

How was he a part of the school curriculum???

[tomcat-tapes]

The Outsiders- Now showing in warrior cats

Ponyboy- Ponypounce (coined by the amazing Pidge in the discord server)

I made him a dilute calico cause I wanted him to be different from everyone else and also as a subtle nod to him bleaching his hair, similar to Darry he has darker fur and smaller ears, similar to Soda he has cool tone eyes and a longer/fluffier tail(and even ear tufts)

Johnny- Lavenderblaze

Tuxedo, he’s lankier than everyone else and does have the scar from his attack, And I went with Lavender for the prefix since he’s not v intimidating and bro needs to relax, blaze as the suffix as a nod to his ill fate in the book.

Dally- Dandeliontuft

Longer fur, and resembles a lynx similar to the book. He’s bigger than most cats in the clan as well. I went with Dandelion as the prefix cause I’ve always wanted to use it and it’s more original than using lion as a prefix, his suffix is a play on the word ‘tuff’ since his ears have tufts.

Sodapop- Squirrelspirit

Not much to say here, Squirrel was used for his high energy and Spirit was used because of his empathy towards everyone. His description follows his book as they all do and gave him squirrel like motifs

Darry- Deerstrike

Does his design follow the book? Probably not but I wanted him to look different compared to his brothers. He’s often the outlier since Sodapop and Ponyboy are often described to be similar. He stockier with muscle and takes no shit, hence Strike as the suffix. Deer just sounded close to Darry so.

Steve- Rustclaw

Grey tabby. And yes I’m well aware that rust is orange but I thought oil/grease sounded stupid so Rust it was. Reason behind it is literally because Steve is good with cars, and claw because he’s always ready for a fight, itching for one at times. Does he also follow the book description? Probably not I modeled him more closely to Tom Cruise.

Two Bit- Turtleshine

Orange tabby. Following his book description of having read hair (sideburns) and also poking fun at the Mickey Mouse shirt he wears in the film, he has pants. No real reason behind the name thought Turtle was a cute name for Two but and shine because he’s a ball of sunshine always making everyone’s day with his jokes.

Individual characters below⬇️⬇️

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Could you do school with the greasers POV soda, (if he hadn’t dropped out) centering mostly on soda, steve and two?

I decided to do headcanons and then a fic for this one fam but yes ofc pookie also love ur account btw @sodapopprotectionsociety is freakin gold (natures hardest hue to hold) ((sorry I couldn’t help myself))

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-their dynamic during school

-it’s fuckin comical

-I mean, the pretty boy, the class clown, and the mechanic? It’s a combo alright

-always goofing off in class

-I think that the teachers hate Sodapop more than Two Bit 💀💅😭

-because they think he doesn’t care when really he’s just a lil slow

-they think he’s such a himbo 💀💀

-and I feel like the teachers hate having them in class together 💀💀

Mini Fic incoming !!!!

“Oh, look, it’s the Golden Trio. Better have my damn coffee this morning.” That’s the sentence I was greeted with whenever I walked in the classroom with my best buddies, Steve n’ Two Bit. “Boy, Mrs. Brown sure does hate us.” Two Bit said with a teasing smile. I grin, winking at Two Bit. “I ain’t know why. We ain’t nothin less of angelic.” Two Bit laughs loudly, walking over to Steve as we take our usual seats by the window. Not too far up front, not too far behind, and close enough to the window we get free entertainment whenever class gets boring. And it almost always does. I mean, I ain’t stupid. Well, maybe I am. Just a bit. I guess I sorta gave up tryin’. I mean, I tried at first, listenin’ to the teachers and such but the words always kinda blended into each other, always too slow or fast. No one ever really gets it. But, if I’m forced to be in this classroom that ain’t mean I can’t have fun. The teacher is ranting on about The Great Gatsby or somethin’ like that, meanwhile I practice my shooting skills on a cute girl sitting on the other end of the room, grabbing a white sheet of paper and crumpling it, and chucking it at her with Two Bit. She gives us an irritated look, giving us a lovely finger gesture as we cackle, and before I know it the very familiar sound of Mrs. Browns footsteps make their way to the front of my desk. I give her my most charming grin, which usually works in my favor, but apparently not for her as she gives me a pointer finger towards the outside of her classroom, only spitting out two words: “Principal, now.” “Whoa Whoa Whoa Mrs. B, we was only havin some fun!” Two Bit exclaims with a grin a little too smug. “Now!” She repeats impatiently, and I give her a nonchalant grin and finger guns, swaggering out of the classroom with Two and Steve, wincing as I try not to think of the lecture i’m surely going to get from Darry as soon as my ass is home. I give Two and Steve a knowing smile “You two really feel like going to the principals?” I ask as they shake their heads. “Why don’t we go treat ourselves to a coke for our… outstanding behavior?” Steve quipped with a smug grin as me and Two began walking out the front doors of the school. “Y’know, I think that may just be the best idea you’ve had in a while, Stevie.”

[lubtubby]

I feel like Two-bit, Steve, and Dallas would torment little kids on roblox with admin commands like Flamingo

[atlas-coolbean]

I have unwillingly become obsessed with The Outsiders once again so that's fun, and we didn't even read it in class I've only ever read it because I wanted to (I'm not saying that to demean those who have read it in class and like it btw)

[whyareyouhere66]

Steve [Randle] x Fem Reader - Wrong Direction

Steve Randle x Female Reader [request]

Song Fic - Wrong Direction [Hailey SteinFeild] 

@navia3000  - apologies in advance, not only for taking a while but also cause I went in a slightly different direction then what you might’ve meant? I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless 

Angst

Warnings: mentions of smoking, slightly unedited, shitty writing in my opinion note: Anything written with Italic and Bold is memories, anything solely Italic is song lyrics. 

I don't hate you

No, I couldn't if I wanted to

He was your best friend. You’ve done everything together, ever since you met back when you were 8. He was always there for you through it all, which was yet another reason why you simply couldn’t be mad at him for this.

I just hate all the hurt that you put me through

And that I blame myself for letting you

But that doesn’t stop it from hurting. The feeling of losing him, in any sort of way .

Did you know I already knew?

Couldn't even see you through the smoke.

Lookin' back, I probably should have known.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

His longing stares at her should have been obvious, but your love struck eyes just refused to notice them.

In fact, they sometimes were directed to you. Did he love you too? He had to, right?It made sense to you, and your 10-year old brain.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

It did, however, become more and more undeniable as time went on. The longing stares finally turned into something real, not even 10 year old you could ignore it.

You had no choice, but to pull the “I’d rather be friends then nothing” card. Much easy to do at the ripe age of 14, then for 16 year old you, who cringed even hearing her name from his mouth,

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

Reading back on old diary entries, and finding long paragraphs of “evidence” that Steve liked you, probably just made it worse. Just lines and lines of “he winked at me in class today” and “I caught him looking at me a couple times…that’s gotta mean something!”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Reality hit you hard, when him and Evie started dating. Everytime you hung out with him, Evie, Evie, Evie.

But you needed to pretend like all was right in the world, all the matter. He had no idea, he was too blinded by her to even notice anything in your life.

Sounds familiar

And it's so gut-wrenchin'

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was so hard, to always see them together. But they looked so happy, you didn’t want to ruin it. Both Steve and Evie were your friends. You couldn’t mess this up for them.

But of course, you just had to let it slip.

“…you what?”

You stare at Evie wide eyed, realization of your confession sinking in. “Um, I-“

She stands up abruptly, staring at you. “..you like my boyfriend?”

“Evie please-“

But once again, she hears none of it. Instead turning and rushing outside of the Dingo, you following close behind as Sandy sits at the table awkwardly.

On my tip-toes

But I still couldn't reach your ego..

Guess I was crazy to give you my body, my mind

Don't know what I was thinkin' 'til now

Rain fell from the darkening sky, hitting the pavement surrounding the diner. “Evie please let me explain!!” She finally turns to you once again, lips turned down into a frown. “I was afraid of this happening…” you look at her in confusion. “Look…he’s had a crush on you before, and I can’t risk it happening again.”

These words shook you, fear challenging the confusion in your head. “Evie!!”

“I’m sorry, y/n….” And she leaves you there, standing in the pouring rain with only the lights and music from the Dingo to accompany you, aswell as yet another fear.

‘She’s gonna tell him….’

Everyone thinks that your somebody else

You even convinced yourself

And, you were right. Steve hasn’t talked to you in days, always avoiding your gaze. You couldn’t find him at the DX, the dingo..golly you couldn’t even find him at the Curtis house, despite it being his second house.

You tried convincing yourself you were solely being paranoid, it was the nerves.

But the others noticed it to, Ponyboy had just asked you the day before why you two weren’t talking.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

You were so young, naive..stupid.

Staying up at night, fantasizing and romanticizing every aspect of the relationship..and pushing away the mere thought of him and Evie.

You were too good at ignoring your problems. Even when they were sitting in the chair right next to you.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

“…Evie told me what you said.”

“…do you believe her?”

You ask with a low voice, heart speeding faster than a race car against your chest. The look on his face says it all, dread and regret overwhelming your senses. “Steve, I want you to be happy, and I know you are with evie…”

“You’re right…so, you’ll understand…that I’m gonna have to distance us now..right?”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

You didn’t understand. Well, you did but you didn’t. “You can’t be serious..”

“She feels uncomfortable with it-“ you shake your head, eyes flooding. “Well she shouldn’t!” Steve stands up from the couch, hollering a comeback that you are quick to counter.

And what started as a friendly meet up, is quick to turn into a screaming match.

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

You walked out, ears ringing, face wet and fists clenched. He was watching you, from his door frame, dry and cracked tears staining his handsome face.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven…

“I’ll race you to the swing sets!! //“please, I’m way faster than you y/n!”

“I don’t get why math is so hard…numbers are numbers, just leave it at that.” // “I know, school sucks…”

“I think I’m gonna drop out, 6th grade sucks.” // “leave me here and I’ll jump you.”

“I don’t get why Soda gets all the girls and I don’t” // “Steve, we’re 13. It’s fine…plus you smell weird.” // “excuse me-“

And it's so gut-wrenchin' (ooh, ooh)

Fallin' in the wrong direction (ooh, ooh)

“I don’t think you’re smoking that thing right, dude…” // “eh it’s fine. Tastes weird though.” // “you shouldn’t be able to taste it.” // “…oh.”

“I got a job!!” // “sick! now I can bug you and soda all the time and you can’t leave-“ // “oh lordy”

“I”

“She’s gorgeous, prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” // “must be special..”

“Love”

“Sorry man, I’ve gotta date with evie..” // “oh..”

“You”

“Evie told me what you said…” // “..do you believe her?”

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Baby, I can't keep falling in the wrong direction

Nearly every other day, you’d see them together. Now they were rid of you, they could finally be happy. You were just holding them back from that, right? Why else, would he look so happy with her, despite how you looked like a literal train wreck 24/7.

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Right off my feet…

“He liked you once…”

That couldn’t be true, could it?

Years you’d spent, over thinking every single compliment. Blushing at every word. Coming up with scenarios for when you were older.

Well, now you were older. But instead of dates and kisses like 10 year old you wanted, it was crying and walking away.

“We’ve been friends for 8 years, and you’re gonna get rid of me just like that?”

“I don’t have a choice, I love her!”

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

He was so happy with her, was it really worthy throwing your whole friendship away? And better yet, how could she do that to you? She knew how close you two were…which might have been the problem, thinking back on it.

You laughed at the thought bitterly.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question 

‘Was it for the better?’ You couldn’t help but think, leaning against your wall with tear tracks and a long since forgotten book laying open on your lap.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Love me with your worst intentions

You began shutting out the gang aswell, they were much closer to Steve then you were to them.

They all believed the act you forced upon yourself for so many years. You weren’t sure, if that’s what you wanted or not.  

A small part of you wanted someone to notice, someone to care that you were hating yourself everyday for letting him go.

Painted us a happy ending 

Every time you burned me down 

Don't know how, for a moment, it felt like heaven

But no one did. Which got you here, now, sitting alone in your bedroom, wallowing in self pity and getting lost in Mickey reruns.

And it's so gut-wrenchin'…

The sound of a knock rings through your living room, disrupting the sounds of Mickey on your television. You reluctantly pull yourself up from the couch, and approach the door.

“…what do you want?”

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was a surprise, seeing the brunette male who stood at your door. He looked almost nervous, wearing his classic unbuttoned DX uniform and skinny jeans. His face showed an  anxious smile, sheepish perhaps?

“…can we talk?”

[kittycqts]

I'm very sure Steve loves and is the best fisher.

See look. The proof is right here. Twobit took this photo for me.

[sunnysmilezz]

Hi! Can I have an outsiders ship please? Physically: 5’4, female, dark brown curly hair, tan skin, hourglass shape, lean/athletic, green eyes, angular face. Personality: I love fashion, my style is classy with a lil edge to it, I’m an INTJ, I’m smart, determined, moody, impatient, feisty, quiet, funny, spoiled, protective. I have trust issues & can come off cold (I have a rbf). I like animals more than people, I speak my mind & have a bit of a temper, also I argue for fun sometimes. Tysm!! <3

hi !! tysm for asking <3

when I first read through, my mind went to my favorite boy,

steve randle

knowing steve, he would initially be attracted to you physically. steve is a flirt, but when he first saw you he was taken aback. you were the gorgeous, and his usual silver tongue was tied as he watched you saunter out of the DX. from then on his interest was caught on you.

adding onto that, he found your eyes fascinating. steve always found himself occupied with looking at girls bodies, (and ofc he would look at urs too PfFt- he’s a horndog.) but instead he often found himself staring into your eyes. he always thought they were so pretty and was one of the first things he noticed about you.

steve definitely was rejected the first time he tried to flirt with you. the quick and feisty remark back caught him off guard, but intrigued him. he wanted more of that, he wanted the challenge to gain your affections.

while opposites are said to attract, I think in this case your similarities work. you both are fiery and hotheaded and see eye to eye for that reason.

but he would probably find it annoying when you argue, especially because he tends to be wrong. he would always apologize first, but his temper would get to him in the heat of the moment. (I think you’d be quick to forgive too considering you’d understand his pov)

would attempt to come to your athletic events if he had the time (off work) he hadn’t really ever participated in any for hs, worried about the money aspect and the time to put into it. he loves to watch you play because he never got the chance to.

loves to go shopping w u, even if it’s not often because he loves to dress you up.

pda? ofc. always has a hand on you. typically on your ass/waist/thigh, which you have to tell him to quit in the wrong places. he doesn’t care though, he loves it

ends up giving discounts at the DX even if he’s not supposed to.

you end up spending a lot of time at the DX actually, because he works a little more than he should. i imagine you, loving animals, found a stray cat and practically forced steve to keep it at work. now it is the little mascot of the dx and loves you and steve the most

steve is insecure about other boys, especially soda. instead of showing it, he comes of stingy a majority of the time which could potentially upset you. he is also very very jealous, and possessive so beware

he appreciates that your protective just as he is ^^

both of you have trust issues, which can lead to some misunderstandings between the two of you. eventually since you both realize your going through the same thing, you open up to each other and began to fully trust (which is hard but worth it.)

dates on nights hes free will consist of driving around and listening to music, going to the diner, watching a movie at the drive in, or parking and making out somewhere random. that’s the rotation, no new, no old.

likes to play with your hair if you let him! finds the curls pretty and different to others straight hair

[nobitchs-world]

All I want for Christmas is Matt Dillon oiled up in my bed 😔

[ponyhasapepsiaddiction]

Darry: Who the fuck broke the toaster?  Ponyboy: It was Two-Bit.  Sodapop: It was Two-Bit.  Steve: Two-Bit broke it.  Two-Bit:  Two-Bit: ...yOU PROMISED-

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three 

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition. 

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place. 

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip. 

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck. 

 The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital. 

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten. 

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled. 

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but. 

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.) 

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen. 

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair. 

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants." 

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him. 

Would Harrington pitch a fit? 

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did? 

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper. 

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life? 

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it. 

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--" 

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out." 

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.  

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying. 

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness. 

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone." 

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box. 

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home. 

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope. 

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet. 

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand. 

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list. 

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that." 

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face. 

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him. 

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

 "You'll check up on Robin too, right?"  He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?" 

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years. 

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here. 

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder. 

Several somethings, in fact. 

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck. 

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick. 

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie. 

An unfair advantage, really. 

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly. 

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie. 

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting. 

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie." 

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

 "What do you mean Si--Wayne." 

"Nice catch.”  Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.” 

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much. 

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither. 

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat." 

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked. 

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?" 

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret. 

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt." 

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle. 

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end." 

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink. 

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?" 

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when  he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be. 

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless. 

"Anybody else?" He asked. 

"Nobody human." Steve replied. 

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that. 

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?" 

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency,  I'd be happy to." 

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through. 

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation. 

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus.  "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER." 

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword  home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it. 

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair." 

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound. 

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble. 

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…" 

"You take any today son?" 

Steve his head. 

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack. 

Course he hadn't. 

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in. 

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once. 

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eddie's wedding speech is like 'people always say to marry your best friend. well, unforntunately my husband's best friend is a lesbian, so he had to settle for second best' and steve is like ':/' in his sweet steve way but he finds it so funny too

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Steve Randle headcanons?? Not dating one’s just headcanons about him

Yessirrrrrrr (Happy Late Birthday to him btw)

Steve Randle Headcanons

-anger issues I’m sorry ANGER ISSUES

-he rarely talks about his feelings unless it’s on a pretty bland/baseline level

-he only really ever opens up to Sodapop

-it would take at least months of knowing him to crack open his exterior

-he’s actually one of the “toughest” greasers besides Dal

-I feel like working on cars is how he mainly blows off steam/expresses himself

-when soda isn’t there cars usually are

-speaking of which probably has to mask his excitement for when someone asks about cars

-bro has the urge to jump up n down

-I feel like he doesn’t like coffee or tea, but he likes drinking milk

-he’s really used to being in sodapops shadow

-he gets to be the “ugly best friend”

-it doesn’t bother him most of the time, no

-he gets why everyone thinks soda is so amazing, he really is. He’s lucky to have his place by his side

-but sometimes… he wishes he could step out of sodas shadow

-scared as shit of police (this is more movie canon)

-I think he is super careful around police

-I think he really does care about Ponyboy but doesn’t quite know how to show it

-and he sort of sees Ponyboy as competition for sodapops attention which is hard enough to get

-because…. Sodapop, wether he’s resenting him or not, is all he really has

-he dreams of opening up his own place to work on cars, and maybe even going into engineering

-he never tells anyone though

-it’s not like he’d belong there anyway….

-also he loved chocolate cake before throwing up after eating too much at the Curtis’s and now he can’t stand it

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🚗 ⌑𖤐𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑐𝑠𖤐⌑🚗

「𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 hcs」

•𝚈𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜

•𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙

•𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 (𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗)

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜.. (𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟼𝟶𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚢)

•𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘!!

•𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠/ 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

•𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕

•𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 / 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

•𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚃𝚠𝚘-𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗

•𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚇 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

•𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎..

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

•𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 ��𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚏. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎..

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜>>

•𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 / 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟼𝟶𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚠/ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎

•𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

•𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚌 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎..

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢

•𝙸𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗 💀

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

•𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞

•𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗

•𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

•𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚇

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 / 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢'𝚜

•𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜

•𝚈𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌

•𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 (𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜) 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 💀

•𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 / 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎

•𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜/𝚘 💗

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This was fun to write, it's kinda short and rushed but whatever. Enjoy !!

(This is not proof read btw)