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sardonic-the-writer · 1 month

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𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥

↳ summary: everyone knew you loved your lazy sundays. but that didn't stop them from bothering you

↳ warnings: mentions of fights and ponyboy getting jumped. nothing serious

↳ notes: could be interpreted as platonic or romantic with whoever you like. just some silly times

↳ song: we're gonna move—elvis presley

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Sundays at the Curtis household were normally calm.

Maybe it was because that was the day before school would start up again for Ponyboy— it used to be that way for both him and Sodapop until his big brother dropped out —or maybe it was because that was the lords day; at least according to the bible. Whatever the case, you knew you could always rely on an unlocked door and comfy couch awaiting you each time you jumped the chain link fence in their front yard. Just as long as it was Sunday.

So, understandably, you were peeved when Steve Randal and Two-Bit had come bursting through the front door looking for a fight.

"Come on man!" Two-Bit, otherwise known as Keith Matthews by his mother and kid sister, but only by his mother and kid sister, was currently whining your name in a way that he would only do if he wanted something. "Those soc's deserve it for what they did to Pony yesterday!"

Warm sunlight from the clear afternoon day peaked through the window panes behind you, lighting up each and every crevice in the front room of the house. A great black and white picture show was running on the TV, the likes of which had captured your attention for most of the day as you lay on Darry Curtis' couch, only ever moving to help out with chores when asked by him or Soda.

You scowled from your spot on that same trashy floral couch as before, flipping Two-Bit off quick enough so that Darry didn't see you. Even though he was in the other room working on dishes with Soda, you knew he would be able to tell. He was magic in a way like that. Annoyingly magic.

"What's with the shake up?" Steve questioned through the cigarette in his mouth, looking down at you from his nose. "Just last week you were itching for a rumble, and now all you want to do is sit and watch TV like some bum?"

"Wrong. Now all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch cartoons like some bum." You corrected him with a bit of snark in your tone, knowing that he hated that sort of thing. You saw Two-Bit's lips quirk up in a smile from the corner of your eye, reminding you temporarily of the shared love of cartoons that the two of you held.

"It's Sunday." Soda strolled in from the other room with a damp rag in his hands, tossing it down on the couch cushions as he went to clap Steve on the back—the way he always did when he saw his best friend. "You know they like their Sundays, guys."

"Screw their Sundays." Steve scoffed without any real malice behind the action. "Dally's on his way over with Johnny right now to meet us before the fight. We just wanted to come and get you before they got here."

With a halfhearted groan you let your head hit the back of the couch. If Dallas was coming over, you knew that the gangs minds had already been made up. Dally could be awfully convincing when he wanted to get his way, and that was more often than not. Really there was no sense in arguing now, but sometimes you had less sense then you'd like to admit.

"I'll tell Darry ya'll are gonna start up a fight." You said in a last ditch effort to keep your lovely spot on the warm couch. You were just met with knowing smiles.

"Awh you know he'd let us go if we promised to not get anymore blood on his floor comin' home." Two-Bit's smile widened, and you knew that he could tell they'd worn you down. That's how it always went when they wanted to fight during an off day for you, and you should be more used to it by now.

With the beginnings of a slow chew on your bottom lip, you mulled it over. Despite what one could think about Darry, that he yelled at his brothers too much or was too hard on Pony, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight of his own for one of his brothers, even if he had work the next day. And that was a stone cold fact.

The screen door to the Curtis home squeaked open for the second time in just a few minutes, the entrance giving way to two more figures in dark clothing and greased up hair. One was nursing a cigarette butt while the other swayed side to side in a nervous tick.

"Ready to split?" Dallas Winston let a puff of smoke escape his lips as he grinned, looking around at the small group that had gathered in the living room. Johnny Cade shuffled behind him, and despite the current situation, you made time to send a welcome wave in his direction. He nodded back with a light glint in his eyes.

"Most of us." Soda laughed at Dally's question, ratting you out with a single look in your direction.

"I swear to god man, we do this every time." Dally shook his head as if he'd been expecting this. He looked at you dead on, almost as if trying to pry an explanation out of you this time. You resisted the urge to scrunch your nose up as he did so.

"Don't worry Dal, we just got 'em on the fence." Two-Bit smiled, and you hated that he was right.

With a sigh, you dusted your lap off before getting up, ignoring the small cheer that came from Soda and Two-Bit as you did so. From behind them Johnny smiled that little smile of his.

Dally even let a small one of his own slip, and you cursed whoever decided to give him such long eyelashes. One wrong downward tilt of his head, and sometimes you felt like he could get you to do whatever he wanted if he just asked.

"I'm coming, but next Sunday if any of you so much as ask me into town, I'll start a fight of my own." You pursed your lips. Another cheer rose between the six of you, and somehow you just knew that next week the exact same thing would happen, just as it always did. Good thing it never really bothered you. Nothing these guys ever do would, even though you'd never admit it to them.

"And just to be clear I want you to know I'm only going because it was Pony that was jumped!" You raised your voice through the pre-celebration, trying to stop the smile breaking out across your face from growing any wider. "If it was any of you idiots, I'd go join the other side!"

Playful boo's broke out as Soda slung an arm around your shoulders. A hand was quick to fly up to your hair with an attempted noogie, but you shook your head wildly enough to hault it.

Leaving the security of the plush couch and the drone of the Curtis' TV, you found yourself walking down the street with Dally's cigarette between your lips, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. As the white smoke drifted up into the blue sky above, you thought about the people around you, and smiled.

Now you just had to hope you wouldn't ruin yet another shirt with blood.

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thewulf · 3 months

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Peachy Girl || Steve Randle

Summary: Request - Could you please do a Steve Randle x Curtis Sister! Reader where the two of them are really close and Steve is really protective of her and helps her out a lot?... Read Rest Here

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon. This one is so soft and sweet :)

Pairing: Steve Randle x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k +

TW: crying, anxiety, sadness, hints of depression

Ever since your parents had passed those months ago you’d felt like you were drifting further and further into invisibility in your own home. It was never easy being the second middle child, right between the dazzling Sodapop and the book smart Ponyboy. You were kind of always just there. You’d made up for you lack of being special in anything by being kinder than anybody around you. There was always a smile on your face no matter the occasion. It took the passing of the most important people in your life to dim it.

But you had to put on a show for your brothers. They were already going through so much on their own. Darry had to step up and become a father in a matter of moments for his grieving siblings, he might not have even grieved himself. Sodapop was navigating falling in love while figuring out the loss. The moment he could he dropped out of school to start working at that gas station down the road with Steve.

Steve Randle, Soda’s very best friend. Steve had been a part of the Curtis household for as long as you had remembered. He was always just there. He was always your favorite of the greasers. You’d always found it so easy to talk to him, vent to him. He’d always been soft on you too. Little did you know of his growing crush on you that Soda was, very unfortunately, sworn to secrecy. Even though Sodapop assured him all of the boys would support it. Soda maybe wasn’t the most book smart, but he certainly wasn’t dumb either. Soda just knew when he’d lost his best friend to his sister. Not that he minded. He always knew there was something deeper there that neither of you wanted to see. Not until Soda caught Steve staring off at her a few too many times. Steve couldn’t deny the growing feelings he felt for you.

Then there was Ponyboy. Pony. The baby of the family. The brainiac child who was going to get the hell out Tulsa. He was always destined for so much more than the greaser life he was born into. You never felt like you didn’t belong with them you just felt like they didn’t know you or care to know you. They just assumed you were fine. You had a smile on your face always.

When your parents passed everything went to straight to the depths hell. You had to figure it out on your own as Pony spiraled quickly. His usual A grades were slipping to C’s. He just didn’t seem to care anymore. He and Darry got into nothing but arguments every night. At first you’d tried to mediate, but you’d grown tired of being ignored by the two of them as you tried to calm down the blowouts. So, you just let it happen. Then that dreadful night happened. Johnny killed a soc and Pony ran away with him. For five dreadful days you mustered up the strength to be the rock you brothers needed as they were in a state you’d never seen before. You were just as panicked as they were, you just couldn’t show it. Then he came home, a hero. The entire ordeal was nothing less than horrific for you, but it didn’t matter, no. Ponyboy needed them, you even. You had to be the big sister he could lean on now.

You had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts you hadn’t heard the front doors usual squeak when it opened and closed. No, you were just staring at the pages of homework sitting at the kitchen table in front of you. You hadn’t even heard the footsteps of the man you could probably call your own best friend if Soda hadn’t claimed him so fiercely.

“Hey Peach.” Steve’s usual demanding voice had downturned into something softer, “You doin’ alright? Where’s everyone?” Your eyes flicked up to meet his smiling gaze looking down at you. You’d grown close to Steve, especially after your parents had passed.

Steve had started calling you Peach after you went through a phase one summer where you discovered your love for the fruit. You wanted peach everything. Steve found it far cuter than he should have. He was fifteen at the time and you were fourteen. It was then that he knew his feelings were changing for the younger Curtis sister. You also loved baking, so Steve became your designated taste tester after your family was tired of trying peach flavored treats. He couldn’t stand the look of disappointment on your face when somebody turned down what you baked. That’s why he made sure to take at least one of everything each time you offered.

He didn’t miss the way you jumped. His sudden presence in the oddly quiet house surprising you, “Hi Stevie.” Giving him your best smile that surely didn’t fool him of your sullen mood as you nodded your head along trying to convince yourself more than him, “I’m okay. Just struggling through some homework. Pony’s at his afterschool tutoring thing. Soda’s down at the DX and Darry’s still at work. Said it’d be a late night. His crew took on another job.”

Steve nodded as he sat down next to you grabbing for your pre-calculus homework you’d all but zoned out on, “You’re the smartest gal I know, Peach.” He grinned reading over the problems you hadn’t even tried starting. It was only two years ago he’d been in the same class, and he’d remembered a little of it so an offer of help would likely not do too much to actually help.

A sigh left your lips, “Don’t feel so smart right now Stevie.” Defeat was evident in your tone. You were overtired. Exhausted and not quite sure how you were going to continue on faking something that was breaking you apart. You felt like a burden on the family, on Darry. Useless and just another mouth to feed. At least Soda was bringing in money and Pony had some promise.

Steve was silent as he studied you. He watched as you grabbed for your homework back. Your eyes stayed trained on the homework. Your eyes strained as you wrote something down before quickly erasing it. He’d watched you for a few minutes as you struggled through whatever was going on in your head. Something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it. It was becoming clear he was a safe space for you to open up.

He placed his hand down on the table next to yours, “Hey Curtis, what’s going on?” His voice was kinder than you’d ever heard from him which only made it harder to hold back the building tears behind your eyes. Why were you about to cry anyway? It made you feel weak as you pushed your hands in your eyes trying to push them away.

He watched with worry as you seemed to crumble at his words and under his gaze. He’d never, in the nearly twelve years of knowing you, seen you act so off from your usual self. He knew you were holding back from him and that certainly wasn’t like you. It’d only take a little bit of word to get the truth out of your lips and he knew it.

But to his surprise you actually gave him an answer he could understand, “I’m just… tired.” You trailed off before continuing, letting it out. Steve had become sort of a safe space for you after your life was thrust into chaos, “I’m not important Stevie. Not smart like Pony so what’s the point of trying in school? Not beautiful and charming like Soda. I have the personality of a scared mouse compared to him. And I’m certainly not strong like Darry. Who else could do what he's dealing with right now. I’m invisible and useless and…”

Steve had to stop you. The words coming out of your own mouth were upsetting him far more than you realized, “You can’t say things like that, Peach.”

“But it’s true.” He saw the way you blinked slowly trying to stop the incoming tears that seemed inevitable at this point.

Steve couldn’t stand the sight of you. Not having a clue how to comfort not only his friend but the girl he’d always loved but just recently realized it. He decided to grab for your hand. Once he had it he ran his thumb in gentle circles on the back of it. He wasn’t a man for many words most of the time, but you needed his words now, “Your brothers are those things, you’re right Peach. But you’re also the kindest greaser I’ve ever met. When nobody stopped to help that little kid last week you didn’t think twice to help him and stop the bleeding from his scraped knees. You changed that kids day for the better when nobody bothered to stop.”

He smiled seeing the blush rising to your cheeks at his small praise. He had to continue on knowing that the kind words were actually working, “The best damn baker too. The guys always talk about how good your treats are. Shit, after the rumble they all but demanded some cupcakes from Miss Curtis. You’re a sunshine, Peach. You’re my sunshine, Y/N. So please, don’t say those things. You’re so important. Important to so many people. To me.”

Not being able to hold back the tears after the sweetest words from him you just let them fall. Before you could brush them away you felt his hands wiping them away for you. Not even you could deny the way your heart started racing at the intimate touch of his hands on your cheeks. You loved him and you didn’t have a clue how to say it. He made you feel the safest and most secure out of the greasers. Not even Pony could make you feel so loved, cherished, and adored.

After a moment of your sniffles and tears he decided to do something he’s never done with you before. But then again, he’d genuinely only seen you cry after your parents had died. You weren’t a crier and him seeing you with so many was distressing him. He stood up, took your hand, and gently led you to the living room. Without saying a word, he pulled you down with him as he sat down on the couch. In his boldest move he wrapped his arms right around your waist and pulled you into him. It startled you but it felt oddly… right. There wasn’t a hint of either of you being uncomfortable as you laid your head on his shoulder. Steve let his hand rest just under your hip.

“You hear me Peachy girl?” He whispered while using his other hand to gently run his hands through your hair.

You could have sworn your heart literally fluttered at the way he changed your nickname. Softer and sweeter. A side of Steve Randle that only you would see. He had his issues, but they were never directed at you. You’d never felt safer than when you were with him.

A soft nod came from you, “I hear you. Thank you Stevie. For everything. You’re always there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” If you weren’t so cried out from the earlier tears you were sure the emotions would be too much for you right now. Steve was quite literally holding you in his arms. You didn’t want to think too much into it, but it felt like things were about to change between the two of you.

You felt your eyes grow heavy as a yawn escaped your lips. He had no idea how soothing this was for you. Exactly and everything that you needed. Only he could know that. He knew you better than your brothers that lived with you.

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to do that then, yeah?” He asked more so reassuring your thoughts

He smiled seeing the tension leaving you, your eyes drooping heavily. It wasn’t what he had planned but he relished at the thought of you falling asleep on him. Quicker than he thought he heart your breaths even out. He continued to run his hand through your hair not wanting to break the peace you’d finally found.

He had no idea how long the two of you sat there before the front door opened up once more. Thankfully it was just Soda who walked in with the usual grease smeared across his face.

“What’s this?” Sodapop grinned as he spotted your sleeping head on Steve’s shoulder, “This where you went this afternoon? Flirting with my kid sister?” His smile let Steve know he was more than okay with the arrangement.

“Oh, get outta here Soda. You’ve been pushing this for years anyway. And quiet down. She needs the sleep. I gotta talk to you and Darry bout her.” His softened stature had hardened right back up in the presence of Sodapop.

Soda set his bag down before walking over to the couch. Even Soda had to admit how painstakingly cute the two of you looked together. The Curtis brother wasn’t sure of much, but he was sure of this. He knew you could jump headfirst in and come out the other side squeaky clean. He knew how deeply Steve had loved and cared for you. He just knew the two of you were meant to be together. There were these things in life that just made sense and the two of you together were one of them.

“What about?” Soda asked not missing the way his hand was wrapped around her.

“Later, I already said be quiet. She's sleeping."

Soda smirked, “Alright grumpy. Already protecting her.”

Steve rolled his eyes while flipping his best friend off, “Always.” A nod of appreciation left Soda before he made his way to his room letting the two of you have whatever it was going on. He knew you’d try and fight it for a while, but he was also sure you’d give in. You were already so soft on Steve, it just made sense.

“Sleep well, Peachy girl.” Steve whispered not minding that he had nothing to do but simply hold you. He’d prayed for days like these and here it was. You might actually want what he did and for the first time in a while he had hope that this could actually work out.

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daryldixonsdoormat · 1 year

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idk if ur still writing Outsider fics but if you do, i would DIE, i mean die begging on my knees for HCs of ur favs (Two, Darry + Steve and soda if your willing) of the reader flashing them during an argument idk why its so funny but man i think its hilarious and the boys’ reaction would be so funny

OMFG YESSSSS, I LOVE THIS. I'm doing the 'adults'. Which would be Darry, Twobit, Sodapop, and Steve. also mini stroy for each and headcannons because ive been so absent.

Warnings: implied sexual themes, steamy situations (nothing crazy)

Darry ( the actual love of my life).

~ “You dont ever think” he cuts in with a tired sigh, attempting to not raise his voice. “Darry, you gotta be fucking kidding me, I think more than anybody in this house there is no way your saying that to me”. “I am and I mean it, you need to be more careful and stop worrying–” you interrupt him quickly stepping closer to him and sticking as finger up. “Darrel Curtis don’t you raise your voice at me like im one of your siblings”. Darry groans loudly throwing his hands up obviously not letting this silly argument go easily. “I just wish you would—” you lift your shirt up flashing Darry silencing him immediately. Darry walks over to you his calloused hands sitting on your waist, “Darling this conversation isn’t over even when you try and distract me” he looks at you smugly with his eyebrows raised. You reply with the same smugness bringing a hand to the back of his neck to pull him inevitability closer, “worth a shot though”.

~ definitely doesn't let arguments go easily , but he definitely loves that mini distraction and some stress relief (ifykyk).

Steve Randle (Goofy ass mf)

“Steve I don’t know why this is a big deal to you honey” you say in a calm and settle voice trying to calm him down. To your dismay he is still not happy about the situation at all, “No you can’t just throw stuff out like that, what if I still wanted it? Then what?”. You rub your hands down your face unamused by his ridiculous behavior, “Steve that shit has been sitting out for days now, I would’nt of let you eat it anyways”. Steve starts pacing back and forth in the kitchen thinking of something to say to “win”, then a new idea comes to mind which will end this banter once and for all. “Are you still mad Steve?”, he turns around abruptly “of course im still mad—”. Your shirt is lifted up giving Steve a good view for a few more seconds before you drop the fabric down, “how about now?”. Steves lips are parted still looking in the same direction where your breasts were once on full display, he glances up, “what you say baby?”. “Come here Steve”, Steve walks over his hands grabbing your face about to kiss your lips, “I’ll make you more ok?”. Steve pecks your lips a few times before replying, “Ok baby”.

~ he will probably purposely start arguments so you can flash him more often, obviously you'll catch on and ignore his attempts.

Dallas Winston (mama im in love with a criminal)

Dally pulled you into his room at Buck’s obviously pissed over a encounter downstairs. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me over, I could’ve easily handled that fucker” he says holding onto your wrist you guys nearly face to face. You pull back from him forcing him to release the grip he had on you, “He was just having a conversation with me Dallas. Whats your problem?”. Dally runs his fingers through his hair while backing up instinctively, “ That motherfucker was practically undressing you with his eyes. Let me see him even glance at you again I swear y/n”. Dally turns around and slams his hands on his dresser with his head down. Your fed up, Dally is fed up why not end this right now, you walk up behind him and tap his shoulder. “What?” he says still not looking at you, quickly you throw off your shirt as well as your bra, “Dally can you look at me baby?”. Dally sighs but complies none-the-less, a smirk graces his face beautifully as his hands make contact with your chest. “Trying to cheer me up doll?” you kiss him deeply making Dally stumble back a little. “Im always yours Dally not some random guy”.

~ poor thing is always so jealous and protective over his girl.

Sodapop Curtis ( I want to be that towel)

You canceled plans on Soda, work asked you to stay late, the more hours the better especially because some of that money is going toward Sodas family. You walk into the empty Curtis house where only the shower is running, Sodas clothes are laid on the couch. You sigh and drop your bag down, taking off your shoes and getting into comfier clothes. The water stops running, you walk over to the door and knock on it softly, “Soda? Can I talk to you honey?”. The bathroom door opens showcasing Soda with just a towel wrapped around his waist, “Sure hopefully you wont cancel our conversation next”. He walks past you and into his room rifling through his drawers for socks and a pair of boxers, you tread behind him leaning on the door frame. “I took the extra hours so I could help you and your family” Soda groans because he knows he shouldnt be upset over it. “I know but I can still be disappointed, we havent been able to be alone for weeks now”. You smile lifting your shirt over your head about to ask him to turn around, “Come on Soda can you at least look at me?” you say walking up closer to him. Soda turns around sighing, his eyes widens and he stutters over his words a little at the surprise, “Baby, you look..gorgeous”. Soda hold you by the sides and smiles, “Wanna spend some alone time with me y/n?”.

~Sodapop definitely values quality time

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jaidens · 10 months

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Little Did I Know That You Were Romeo, You Were Throwing Pebbles And My Daddy Said, "Stay Away From Juliet"

pairing [s] : steve randle x soc!reader

warning [s] : grahh romance | can we all admit that steve is fine.. | my pookie | this is short 🥴 | pretty is used gender neutral

a/n [s] : requests are open

You saw Steve Randle in the hallways frequently, messing with your friends and yelling at girls with Two-Bit Mathews. No matter how much he messed around, he had a soft spot that was squishy and melty for you. Steve didn't understand his own feelings if he had to be honest, anytime Sodapop would ask who he's staring at whenever you would eat your lunch at the DX, he would lie and say the sky.

“Hey there pretty!” Steve shouts when he finds you, his shirt unbuttoned twice and a funny look on his face. “Hello there Steve.” You turn to look at him and can't help but smile. He's real handsome, that was something you couldn't lie about. He's always had a dumb smile that he would flash at you ever since you were young kids, throwing water at each other in the small lake that was near Tulsa.

Steve sits down right next to you and his arm goes to pull you into his chest. You set your food down on the table and smile at him while you're chewing. “Been missing you recently..” He says gently while he kisses the side of your face. “My Daddy said you can't come over anymore. He found out about what Dally did.” Steve frowns at you sadly and you kiss him softly.

“Aw man, that wasn't even me. Dal’s an idiot.” Steve moans out and kisses you back again. You're laying in his arms while you share the lunch you brought to the DX. Sodapop turned the corner and took a grape that you brought for Steve. “Those were mine!” Steve shouts and tries to hit Soda’s hands from stealing more of the stuff you brought him.

You laugh at the childish behavior and gently hit Steve's arm. Sodapop walks away to help a customer leaving you and Steve alone. He's holding onto you and messing with your t-shirt and tugging and pulling on it. He kisses you once more, slowly deepening it till you pull away and kiss his nose. “Not when you smell like grease and have grease everywhere.” He laughs at you and tickles your side gently.

Steve is talking about his car and how the engine had been messing up. You were sitting there and nodding at her spoke: it was something he loved. Most people didn't listen to him, making him stop talking if they didn't care. However, you didn't. You sat there and let him ramble, that's where his nickname ‘Rambling Randle’ by Sodapop and Ponyboy became.

“I love you, thank you for listening to me.” Steve randomly stops and your eyes widen. “Yeah— yeah definitely. I'll always listen to you, love.” Steve blushed deeply at the pet name and you stroke his bicep and trace your finger around his tattoo. You loved making him blush, it was so easy with how head over heels he was for you.

Steve was your Romeo to your Juliet. It was the luck you got for pulling him and he absolutely loved it.

#steve randle #steve randle x reader #steve randle x y/n #steve randle x male!reader #steve randle x fem!reader #steve randle the outsiders #steve randle x male reader #steve randle x female reader

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mysadcorner · 9 months

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Hii can I please request Steve Randle dating a flirtatious female reader please, reader is half soc half greaser (Dad is greaser mom is soc idk smth like that) have a nice day 😊

Steve Randle x Flirty!Reader Headcanons

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Steve himself is very flirty, so it would be no surprise when he starts dating someone who was more than willing to flirt back with him. It isn't very often that someone reciprocates their feeling genuinely towards him, so he can't help himself but fall completely for you when you're giving him so much attention.

He does tease you about not being a full greaser, but he doesn't mean anything bad by it. Unlike the soc's, greasers aren't angry at the soc's themselves, just the way they behave and typically take a lot for granted. So if that side of your family aren't going out of their way to belittle him or the people he associates with then he won't have a problem with them at all.

The two of you are going to probably be very affectionate in public, and he definitely doesn't have a problem with it; although, others may tell the two of you to calm down on the PDA. He's going to be showing you off as much as he can, and he would very much appreciate it if you did the same for him.

Steve can have a pretty bad temper when the time is right, so if he sees you flirting with anyone other than him, even before the two of you have entered a relationship together, he's going to become pretty jealous. Especially if this is with one of the soc's you know then he will not hold himself back just to make them back off and let you know that flirting with him and others at the same time is completely off limits.

You're flirting will be the first thing that lets Steve want to take you out on a date or someplace nice since it makes him feel appreciated and it isn't often that he's seen with someone other than the guys. He may become a bit bashful when you first start to come off as very flirty though when he first meets you as he isn't used to someone being such a way back to him. But in the long run he wouldn't have it any other way.

#steve randle #80s movies #steve randle x reader #steve randle x you #steve randle x y/n #steve randle headcanons #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons

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spikedhe4rt · 11 months

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can you please do a johnny smut with the reader giving johnny a hj and they keep edging him and he's really whiny and whimpers a lot? sorry if this is too specific! thank you

Sub!Johnny x Reader Smut

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I climbed on top on Johnny, situating myself. I kiss him, enveloping his soft and plump lips. He placed his hands tightly on my hips. "Fuck!" Johnny whimpered. I let out a giggle at his desperation. "Such a pathetic baby." I ran a teasing hand down his chest, my hand slipping under his shirt. He moaned as he felt my warm on his belly. "Please, take it off!" he squeaked out.

I smiled down at him, ready to give him a order. "Sit up. Now" He immediately sat up and followed my directions. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest that was already covered in hickeys from yesterday. "Stand up for me!" He lifted himself from the bed slowly. "I love you so much, Johnny. You know that, right?"

He nodded with a whimper. I leaned into his warm body to kiss him deeply. My hands slit down to the button on his jeans, unfastening them quickly. Johnny groaned into the kiss, and brought a hand to my breasts. I pushed Johnny away from the kiss. "Take it off for me" He kicked his pants and underwear quickly, revealing his hard cock.

Johnny's cock was releasing beads of pre-cum by the second and rock hard. His cock was pulsing with need and reddish at the tip. It was begging for release and stimulation. He didn't know what was to come. Johnny the sat down on the bed, watching me as I was about to strip for him.

My hands slowly went down to the bottom of my tank top, lifting it teasingly over my head. My pink lacey bra with a pink bow in the middle to match was on display for him. Only for him. His dick twitched as he waited for me to lose my shorts next. "You're so pretty" he said to me. I smiled at him before pulling down my shorts, stepping out of them after.

I walked over to the bed and straddled Johnny, my clothed pussy rubbing against his naked cock slightly. I scooted back a little, adding more space between us. My lips found there way to his neck, peppering kisses on his neck. I bit down on the sensitive part on his neck then soothing it with my warm tongue. "Fuck. More!" he panted out.

I can already see the hickeys forming on his neck as he begged. I put my hand around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. Our lips pushed together roughly. Johnnys tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. Fuck. I pulled away from him once again, eliciting a groan from him.

"Baby, please do something. Anything!" Johnny cried out. I nodded at him before grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks till his lips opened involuntarily. My other hand came up under his mouth, "Spit." I told him as I let his face go. Johnny leaned his head forward, his silky hair brushing his face to spit in my hand. My hand trailed down to his desperate cock.

The spit from my hand coated his cock that was already slightly wet from his precum. "Fuck. Feels so good, doll." I started to slowly stroke his dick at a slow, grueling pace. Johnny moaned loudly, his hips bucking up slightly into my hand. I placed a hand on his chest as I continued. "You look so handsome like this, Johnny." I whispered to him. He leaned into me, scanning over my features. "T-thank you"

The pace of my strokes picked up, making johnny cry out. "Please!" He breathed as he felt the change. I kept up my pace as he voice became more and more whiney and breathless. I knew that he would cum soon. I started to use both my hands to stroke his cock. One of my hands eventually came to add pressure to his leaky tip.

"Fuck! Im gonna cum. Please let me cum." I smirked at him, shaking my head. "No. Hold it for me!" He whimpered on what seemed like the verge of tears. "Oh fuck!" Johnny voice was raspy and soft as he begged for a release. I continued my work on his hard cock. "You sound so pretty, Johnny."

I could feel his overstimulated cock throb in my hold as I kept stroking. Sayings of " You like that don't you?" and "Not yet, baby." radiated as his "Feels so good." and "I wanna cum." filled the room. I brought a hand up to his mouth for more spit. He immediately filled my request, groaning as my hand returned to his cock. "Im getting close again! please!" I removed my hands completely from him completely. "You have to wait, baby."

He nodded, overstimulated, "Please give me your hands again!" I gave exactly what he needed. My left hand trailed down to his aching cock as my other went to his balls. I rubbed the velvety skin, increasing to his pleasure. Tears pricked his eyes as he knew he was getting edged for a third time. "Baby can I cum, please?" I shook my head with a smirk.

His whole face was tucked into my neck, tear streaming down. "Can I have kiss? Please!" I brought his head up and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Johnny put one of his hands on my hip and one on my throbbing clit. I got really worked up watching him beg. He began to rub slowly as I continued to stroke his overstimulated cock. "Fuck. You're such a good boy!"

My strokes began to get faster as I felt my own high building up. "Feels so good. Can I cum?" I started to kiss his neck before replying "Make me cum then I'll let you" Once Johnny heard my words, his fingers began to work faster. "You make me feel so good, Johnny. Shit!" My high was so close, about to tip over the edge. Johnny gave my puffy clit one last circle before my eye rolled back and I came all over his fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I kissed Johnny, my tongue slipping into his mouth once again. I pulled away about to let him have his release. "Cum for me, Johnny." I told him with a nod, lip between my teeth. Johnny let out a loud moan before cumming hard on my hand. I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his release. After that, I brought him in for another kiss, making him taste himself slightly.

"Thank you, baby." he said as we began to lay down together. I looked at him in his eyes, lovingly, "I love you, Johnny." He kissed me softly "I love you more."

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A/N: Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. My requests are always open!! I have a request chapter on this book and my dms are opens. I love you guys!!! <3

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prlncessbzmbi · 2 months

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I know you said it was going to take while, but can you do everyone(sperate) x goth!fem!Reader dating headcannons?

gothic.

the outsiders (separate) x goth!f!reader.

contains. gothic!f!reader.

a/n. sorry if this isn’t really goth! i tried my best, but my style is polar opposite!

pb. curtis.

- he would be a little bit scared when he first met you.

- after getting to know one another better, he would really fall for you.

- loves all your flowy dresses and darker outfits.

- as a greaser, he understands what its like to be made fun of for your outfits or hair, so its definitely something you both understand.

- if somebody’s making fun of you, he would not hesitate to call them out.

- he tries to pick you up gifts he’d think you like.

- don’t expect this boy to come dwelling in scary places with you! he’d freak out and probably pass out!

- overall, he’s super accepting of how you dress, and he’s mostly indifferent to it.

j. cade.

- unlike his friend ponyboy, he wouldn’t be very freaked out.

- i feel like he’d be into goth girls anyway, and all the dark stuff doesn’t phase him much.

- he’s honestly so in love with goth girls.

- if a goth girl asked him to jump, he’d ask how high.

- if anyone has anything to say, he’d probably knock their teeth out on the spot.

- he’d buy you just about anything you’d ask for, or steal it.

- overall, he’s head-over-heels for you, and he doesn’t care much about the goth stuff. he loves you for you.

d. winston.

- he’d be much like johnny, and not gaf about what you wear.

- a bad bitch is a bad bitch to him, regardless of style or anything.

- he’d follow you blindly to any freaky place you’d want to go.

- he wouldn’t be scared to show you off, and he’d defend you if anybody had something to say.

- expect some teasing nicknames, however.

- he’d steal you anything you’d find interesting.

- if he see’s you eyeing something, he’d get it on the spot.

- overall, he’s real good about it, and loves you regardless of what style you have.

d. curtis.

- he’s a pretty traditional guy, he wasn’t horrified by you, but he was a little surprised.

- he’d definitely be thinking about how pretty you are.

- as he get’s to know you better, the makeup and outfits draw him to you even closer.

- any money not spent on the boys would automatically be used to buy gifts for you.

- makeup, clothes, anything you find appealing.

- most people are scared of darry, so nobody would probably talk shit about you in front of him.

- but, if someones talking ill about you behind the both of you, he stands on business. (knocks a tooth clean out.)

- he really loves you for you at the end of the day, and doesn’t care about what anyone has to say.

sp. curtis.

- like his brothers, he’s a bit surprised, but he still finds you real pretty.

- he’s quick to make moves on you, and he doesn’t care what other people think.

- once you guys get together, he sticks to you like glue.

- would also get into a fight if someone had something to say.

- he’s quick to get pissy at girls trying to flirt with him, yet they talk down on you.

- he’s really in love, and doesn’t give a damn about what other people think or have to say.

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 1 month

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ok we got more the gang dealing with their each f!greaser crush. Like they all like different girls- but how tf are they with them/about them

Pookie sorry for the wait I was at school!!!

❤️🖤❤️

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok so bro is sooo awkward, most out of the greasers

-he literally doesn’t know how to talk to you

-needs a pep talk and lesson from dally and johnny

-he would be down so bad tho

-struggling in classes? Free tutor!

-he would do little nice things for you though like always keeping a spare sharp pencil in hopes you’ll forget/lose yours to ask him

-memorized your schedule to “randomly” bump into you

-daydreams 24/7

-tells you all about his books and talks about characters that remind him of you

-I feel like when he finally confesses he’d just do it thoughtlessly

-“You know how much I like you?”

-literally out of the blue and then instantly regret it until you grin

-“Ponyboy, you’re so smart. Yet so stupid. I like you too.”

Johnny Cade

-soooocute

-he’s also a daydreamer

-well, more like night dreamer?

-before going to sleep in the lot he thinks about you holding him or just you in general

-so cute tbh

-absolutely a secret keeper no one knows but him

-he blushes whenever you talk to him

-he gets really flustered trying to talk to you

-I feel like he’s the type to do secret admirer

-when he finally gets the guts to ask you out he would 10/10 pass a note

-“I really, really like ya y/n. Do you like me? Y or N (circle one)”

-biggest grin on his face when you pass him back the note circled “Y” with a heart ❤️

Sodapop Curtis

-totally a flirt

-gives you discounts on gas station stuff

-whenever you come to the gas station charm goes up 10000%

-he’s the type to go home and at dinner be like

-“GUYS today she asked me for the TIME!”

-“no way”

-“WAY”

-he’s literally that one audio

-he asks you out straight up and gives you a sweet smile when you say yes

-passes you his number on your receipt/piece of paper to make plans

Darry Curtis

-wouldn’t want his brother around you until it was official

-finds them embarrassing in front of you 💀

-one time you complimented his cologne and he hasn’t stopped wearing it since

-he always tries to look nice for you, I feel like he takes extra care of his appearance

-I feel like he would try to come off cool

-I feel like it would fail so hard lmao

-I feel like after he failed you’d give him a little kiss on the cheek like Darry you big dork

-and he’d grab your hand and look you in the eyes

-“You know, I like you, Y/n. Really like you.”

Dallas Winston

-ok we’ve seen this shit

-cocky bastard 10/10

-he flirts upfront

-hits on you everytime

-also casually so fucking vulgar

“If you ever wanna sit that fine ass on my-“

“DALLY!”

-catcall vibes 💀💀😭

-literally the most obvious guy ever

-I feel like you’d play hard to get

-yk keep his ego checked

-but I feel like you’d need to make it clear you were looking for committed

-and at first, he wouldn’t be into it, but over time realize… he really doesn’t want to break your heart

-when you finally go on a date you end up making out first date 💀👍❤️

Two Bit Mathews

-he does stupid shit to impress you fr

-whatever he thinks you’ll like him to do hes alr on it

-shoplifts stuff for you that he thinks you’ll like

-cracks jokes fr

-he tries to woo you with humor so hard

-it does work

-I feel like he would actually try to tell you he likes you through a joke

-and actually get kinda flustered in anticipation

-“what has two thumbs and likes a cute girl named

y/n? *says quietly* This guy…”

-you giggle and kiss his cheek

-“Me too, dummy. I like you too, two.”

Steve Randle

-he’s definitely more flirty

-he flirts with you fsfs

-I feel like it’s not quite as charming as Soda, not quite as vulgar as Dally

-smack dab in the middle

-fixes your car for you and is always suggesting you come there for free repairs

-TOTALLY not so he can just talk to you and be around you in general

-he would whistle to you tho “lookin good there baby”

-when he finally confesses I feel like he would be a bit nervous and tries to hide it so much he tells you completely stone faced 💀

-“I-Uh… I like you.”

-such a serious voice 💀😭👍

-but he gives you a smile (rare for him) whenever you say that you like him back

-I can’t stress this enough… FREE HANDYMAN!

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honeysmoonn · 7 months

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dallas and jaz pt. 2

a/n: since everyone loved dallas’ gf with a cat headcanons, here’s part two!!

• jazzy wasn’t so bad after all, dallas now thoight.

• the two of you had begun spending more and more times with each other, almost a year and a half into your relationship. it was rare, but dallas knew he was gonna stick around

• he began inviting you to hang with his friends every now and then, the gang was a lot, and (if you were shyer) he knew how you got in loud atmospheres, much like the curtis house

• but when you did come around, it wouldn’t be for long

• “oh dal, we gotta get going. it’s jaz’s dinner time soon” • “yeah, doll. we’ll get outa here”

• it boggled the gang how he- dallas winston- would drop everything for a cat. a cat! he hated cats! he thought they were witches and cursed people!

• so why exactly was he bailing on them to feed a cat?

• you

• but let’s not get too sappy, now

• now, dallas spent almost every night of the week at your house, sleeping next to you, waking up next to you, all of it

• your parents weren't thrilled but whatever

• and that meant dallas spending more time with jazzy

• you had practically forced him to give her treats to gain his trust. but his excuse was just “she ain’t like me and i ain’t like her”

• but the countless night you had woken up to get water and seen jazzy curled up in dallas’ chest told you otherwise

• honestly he really loved how soft she was. and how she purred all the time. literally made his heart melt when he would walk though the front door looking for you, when instead jazzy would be there meowing at him

• he sighed, throwing his jacket onto the chair closest to him, kneeling down the looked at jazzy with his eyes creased

• “don’t you dare tell anyone, cat”

• he said while stroking her head

• little did he know you heard his loud boots stomp into the house and were already on your way down the stairs, being able to witness a moment of dallas’ softness

• you debated on teasing him about it, but in the end you knew he would never truly grow of you were always teasing him abt it

• so you quietly snuck back upstairs, waiting for dallas to come in with his usual rant about how “that damn cat tried escaping again”

• but instead, he walked in holding jazzy in his arms like she was a baby

• your face broke into a huge grin. but before you could gush about how happy you were, dallas threw jaz on the bed next to you and sat down with a huff

• “don’t. say. a word.” • “okay… i won’t…”

• it really took everything on you not to congratulate dallas for overcoming his hatred to cats

• but instead, you picked jazzy up and gently set her on dallas’ lap with a not so subtle smile

• from that night forward dallas would be more kind to jazzy. petting her head when he would come to visit, letting her rub up against his legs, kissing her head in the middle of the night, and even quietly talking to her while you studied

• sometimes you guys would be hanging with the gang and the conversation of cats would randomly come up and the guys would all be like “oh hahaha dallas hates cats hahahah” and he would straight up be like “they’re not so bad. kinda cute actually”

• two-bits jaw? on the floor

• dallas winston loved very few things. but no one ever expected cats to be one of those things

• on the nights when dallas would stay over, you would be sleeping tucked into the crook of his arm, your own arm flung over his body while jazzy laid comfortably in the space between the two of you

• on the flip side, when you would sleep over at dal’s place, he would have to assure you a thousand time that jazzy would be okay and your parents had it handled

• even if he would never admit it, when he slept alone in his own bed he often felt like something was missing.

• that something being jazzys paws on his chest

• as rare as it was, dallas liked jazzy

#this makes my heart melt #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #matt dillon #steve randle #dally winston x reader #darry curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston x y/n

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stevxiee · 3 months

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𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 - 𝗷.𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲

✿༺ 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 ༻✿

𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝟬𝟰-𝟮𝟰-𝟭𝟳 / 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝟬𝟮-𝟮𝟲-𝟮𝟰

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗈��𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 & 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟣.𝟦𝗄

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𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁” 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖨𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. “𝖸/𝖭?” 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾. “𝖸𝖾𝗌?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍. “𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄?” “𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟢:𝟣𝟦 𝗉𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅. “𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.

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𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖧/𝖢 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖸/𝖡/𝖭 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅.

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

“𝖸/𝖭!,” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, “𝖸/𝖭 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉!”

𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ��𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

“𝖸/𝖭, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄?” 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾?”

“𝖸𝖾𝗌! 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉.

“𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇.

“𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽! 𝖸/𝖭 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽!” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾!” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁,” 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇, 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒.

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The first and only chapter of a fic i never finished -

This was a long time ago and I haven’t written in ages |

When I stepped outside that night, the air carried a hint of rebellion and a taste of freedom that lingered on my tongue. I was begging for a night away—away from my brothers and their square rules. I dig running away. I really do. The nights I'm sleepless or the nights I'm sleepy; it doesn’t matter. It feels the same nonetheless.

“Hey, Dallas.” I said, “Toss me a weed, will you?”

Dallas always hung around the park those days. Probably because I was there about every night.

He sat under the same tree every time, too. It was a routine.

“Ver, man, go home. It’s about the hundredth damn time you’ve been out here. You got people waiting for you on the other side.” Dallas huffed.

“I never heard anybody but me say they liked it on the East side. Not even y’all. It’s like my break, Dal. It’s rough. Everywhere. Not as good as you’d think in the West.” I uttered. “I think it’s time you start believing me when I say I like it here.”

After an eternity, Dallas caved and passed me a smoke. These nights were only two things: disgusting and freeing. Say to tell the two things apart now, and I wouldn’t know what to tell you.

I continued, “It’s almost six. Have you been here this entire time?”

“Got a few minutes of sleep on that very bench you’re on. Damn raccoons can’t keep their hands off me, man.”

I took a puff, chuckling a bit. Dallas was the man. People knew him all over town, and he sure was what he lived up to. Rowdy, criminal, and last of all, charming.

“Now, you better get back, Ronnie. West side is gonna freak when they find out you’re not there, man. Even worse, if you’re here.” Dallas said, “You got school, too.”

“And how come you don’t?” I spat back.

“Hey, you know.”

“Right, you don’t wanna go, is that it? And I'm stuck there.” I said, lifting, then dropping my arm in defeat.

Dallas chuckled, “You don’t wanna be like me, trust me. Now get!”

I laughed, smiling afterwards and turning my back. “Alright, alright, Dallas. I’m going.” Flinging the cigarette behind me, I asked him one more thing.

“Tomorrow, here, late?”

“You’re really something, Ver. See you.”

That meant yes.

I walked back to the West side in the early sun, hoping that the mere shadows of the trees would hide me from the eyes of anyone passing or watching me from some window.

I thought back to Dallas Winston. Before I got to know him, he was just some no-good hoodlum, a real greaser in my eyes. He was no better than any other criminal I’d seen. But as I spent more time with him, I realized there was more to Dallas than met the eye. He had that wild and rebellious spirit, always up to some mischief or another. His past ran deep in him. In some way that I didn’t want to admit, I also admired him in some sort of sense. Sharp and cool; who wouldn’t?

Still half lost in thought, I snuck into my bedroom window through a tree. As I could finally sit on my plush bed, I thought about my future long and hard. I was a girl with all the breaks. Money in the bank, top grades in school, what more could a gal like me ask for? It seemed like my destiny was carved in stone, clear as day for all to see.

I still had my cigarette in my hand and was itching for a smoke. Stepping away, sticking my head out my bedroom window, I took a slow, thoughtful drag from my cigarette. It was a tough life in this town. I had friends, some enemies, some people I loved more than anything.

No one more than Tommy, though. Tommy was my kid brother, only one year younger than me but a whole lot smarter. Both socially and academically, I’d say. He was there for me always, through thick and thin. He was fun, serious mostly, but fun. Tommy kind of grounded me like that—telling me what to do and how to do it, where to go and who to be with. It's just what he’d do, worrying about me and all that stuff. Things that I didn’t usually do on my own.

I had one older brother, but he was busy at college and I only got to see him during breaks. He was the rowdy kind, almost like me—nothing like Tommy—but I never got along with him as well. Opposites attract, people say. I didn’t care about that sort of stuff until Tommy started yapping on about it. Then I believed it, cause that was one of the only times I’d listened.

I closed my eyes and imagined a life; a life that was perfect and the one that was expected of me. It was nice, no doubt about it. I would’ve never got out of my thoughts if I didn’t hear someone holler my name from the street.

“Ver! Veronica!” I heard, with a waving Sherri looking straight at me. I hid my weed, wishing more than anything she hadn’t seen it. I was ashamed of my habit, just ‘cause I was raised not to do stuff like that.

“Hi, Cherry.” I said back, cracking a smile. Cherry was one of my good girl-friends, one I could really talk to sometimes when I needed an ear. She got the types of things I said for the most part—the things about life being tough and the real things out there in the world.

She squinted at me and smiled for a second before walking away. It was finally about time I started to walk to my bathroom to get ready. I curled my hair, did my makeup, and I was off to school—one place I dreaded like a prisoner facing his cell.

………………………..

I sat bothered and bored for most of the school day. Sure, I got good grades, but I didn’t do anything other than what they asked of me. Besides, if my grades slipped, I’d probably die from my parents before anything ever got to me. And I really wasn’t itching to experience any of that. Not one bit.

I stepped out of school with my other girl-friends, which included Cherry and a few other girls. Cherry and I ran tight, even in a crowd. I had my arm around her and she was leaning her head on my shoulder as we walked. She must’ve been real worn.

“Cherry, how would you like to catch a movie with me later?” I asked her.

“Oh, Ver, I’m not sure. I’ve got a whole lot of homework and you know how my parents are. They’re always complainin’ and I can’t stand it anymore.” She went on and on about her parents, as she always did. They were nothing but difficult people, the sort that grated on your nerves and had no business raising children.

“I’ll do it for you, Cherry. It’s time for you to get out. You could use some time out of there. Nothing big.”

“No, no, Ver. I ought to do it myself—really. I’ll ask my parents, too. It’s a Friday anyways.”

I nodded as I hugged her and watched her walk to her car. She was real pretty, a head-turner, a chick that had all the boys trailing behind her. And I would’ve said I was happy for her if I didn’t know she was dating Bob: some stuck up, deranged boy who jumped innocent kids and didn’t even care. I remember how disappointed I was the day she told me about him. I knew his type, his gang, and the kids he beat on.

I strolled towards the back of the school, where I always parked my car. It was a real nice red Thunderbird. My parents got it for me for my 16th birthday, and I’d treasured it ever since.

The moment I was about to drive off, I caught a few footsteps running behind me.

“Hey, baby. Nice car you got there,” the voice called out, dripping with a mischievous charm that I recognized all too well. When you’re all on your lonesome and have nothing to do, you can talk to Dallas—sometimes. Problems start when anything’s different. I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of him leaning casually against my car, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

“Bye, Dallas.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“No good Soc.” I heard him mutter. Every time I thought he got past the fact, I was proven wrong.

I drove off, more upset and irritated by the situation than I wanted to be. Dallas Winston was a wild spirit, untamed and unapologetic. The world was his playground, and he played by his own rules. There was something about his reckless abandon, a charm that even I couldn't deny, that pulled me in.

I remembered the first time I met him. Coincidentally, it was also the first time I’d snuck out— and what I thought would’ve been my last. That time, I didn’t travel anywhere off of my turf. It was really Dallas who was out of his territory, trying to vandalize some guy’s car. I sat on our park’s bench; the one on the West side, I mean. Dallas was no one I cared about. He was a nobody to me, a hoodlum, and I would’ve had no idea I’d ever run into him. Hell, I really didn’t even know what he looked like.

Not until I’d been startled by some loud ruckus nearby. It should’ve been my cue to leave, but I don’t listen— not to anyone, not to myself, either. He’d been beaten. I could recall it vividly—the bruises on his face, the casual ease with which he settled down beside me. He asked for a smoke; in return, I had asked him what happened. I sure wished I was spared the details. Boy, were they gruesome.

When he got up, I posed him one last question: his name.

“Dallas. Dallas Winston.”

I sat there, dumbfounded and stunned, like I had just seen a ghost. I felt a surprising mix of curiosity and caution about him from that point on. Some things about Dallas I knew— I didn’t know a lot, but he always striked me as someone that no one really knew anything about. He had a rough past, grew up in New York, first had gotten arrested at ten; I heard that from talking to him. I also knew Dallas Winston always got what he wanted— everyone knew that.

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𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

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• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

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