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shae-pine · 1 year ago

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I Explain the Context for the songs in The Outsiders Musical

Spoilers for the Musical under cut! I was lucky enough to see the show in person so now that the album is out I decided to provide context for the songs so people listening to the album can know where in the story each one takes place/what is happening on stage during. Also some fun tidbits sprinkled in because this show is really so amazing I can not praise it enough.

Tulsa '67:

The self-explained exposition song. We get the intro being the first line of the book and then we get the song as out introductions to the characters. One thing that is interesting is that there's a projector screen on stage and for this song Pony sits in front of the screen and speaks to the audience while the other characters are behind the screen. Acting out little scenes to show their personality while Ponyboy narrates and at the end of the song the screen lifts up to show a clear view of the stage. It's also right before Ponyboy gets jumped.

Grease Got a Hold:

Right after Ponyboy gets jumped. Like the song says in this version of the story a greaser isn't just something you are born into it's something you "earn" by being beaten down on by the socs. It shows the differences in each character most notably Darry and Dally because Darry hates the idea of Pony being stuck as a greaser, presumably because he wants more for his little brother, while Dally sees being a Greaser as something to be proud of. Presumably the first time Ponyboy gets to grease his hair (this song was also performed on the Today show and I highly recommend looking up the performance it's so good, it should be available on the today show website along with the other songs performed that day)

Runs in the Family:

Darry gets a song! After the previous song we cut to Darry in the Curtis home reflecting on where he was going in life versus where he ended up. In the musical the fact that Darry would be a soc without the gang is played up a lot more. The emphasize Darry's friendship with Paul and their history seems to go a lot deeper than just football buddies. Paul mentions gifting Darry a madras shirt and Darry being over at his house. The rest of the gang piles in at the end of the song.

Great Expectations:

The titular 'I want' song in any musical. The night after getting jumped Ponyboy tells Soda about reading great expectations and after Soda bids him goodnight he starts singing. When he mentions Darry and Johnny the actors come on stage. And at the end of the song the chorus of overlapping voices is the whole gang on the outskirts of the stage looking down/at Pony while Ponyboy sings out to the audience. (This song was also performed on the Today show)

Friday at the Drive-In:

The Soc introduction song. I think an important thing to note is that while the greasers dancing is far more rough and tumble. Jumping around and over each other, spinning and getting out nervous energy. The socs are far more reserved in their movements. They are still dancing around with spins and flips but this scene features a lot of partner dancing that's more self contained than the greasers who jump all around the stage.

I Could Talk To You All Night:

After Johnny tells Dally off/Dally leaves. Ponyboy and Cherry go to the concessions stand together. While in line Ponyboy tells her about Johnny getting jumped to which Cherry tries to defend Bob as Ponyboy already knows it was her boyfriend who beat Johnny up. Her defending him is half hearted though when Pony insists Johnny didn't do anything, he mentions reading Great Expectations to her and she tells him how Pip gets a happy ending before they start this song. It carries the story forward up until the end of the movie/the scene where they try to walk the girls home only for Bob and the socs to stop him. Also, in the musical Cherry does not go with Bob and instead breaks up with him right then and there because she's tired of all the fighting.

Runs in the Family(Reprise):

Ponyboy and Johnny make it to the Curtis house and instead of falling asleep at the lot it's stated that Ponyboy just spent so long talking to Cherry that that was why he was late for curfew. He acts nonchalant about it and Darry bursts into the reprise. There's also a scene here where Darry goes to advance on Johnny only for Soda to step between him(I think this was meant to be a moment where Darry is just lashing out because he's under a lot of stress as a guardian and Johnny is there but it hurts my heart a little to think Johnny was scared in that moment as he backs up and ducks away before Soda steps in front of him) And after the slap Ponyboy freezes until Johnny runs over and tells him they gotta get out of there.

Far Away From Tulsa:

After getting hit is when the two wind up at the park. Their conversation in the book about a life outside of Tulsa is now taking place after Darry has hit Ponyboy which makes his desire to find a place without worries all the more real. Johnny and Pony have this beautiful moment on stage together where they look out to the audience together and imagine a life where they can do and be whoever they want. Which makes it hurt all the more that right after they sing all their desires for a better life is when Bob and the rest of the socs show up.

Run Run Brother:

The two make it to Buck's after the stabbing of Bob where they ask for Dally. It's worth mentioning that Dally straight up mentions his willingness to die for Pony and Johnny, and that he thinks of the two of them as brothers, though I can not remember if this happens here or after 'Grease Got A Hold'. After the first bit of the song the scene shifts from Buck's to Pony and Johnny running to the train/hiding from the workers as they make their way to Windrixville. There's also a line in the beginning when Pony says 'when I came to there was Johnny with his knife' this is important and I'll explain in 'Little Brother.' I also really like the detail of before, during 'Grease Got a Hold', 'you're a greaser now and you ain't going back' was said as a proud statement and now when the chorus sings it it sounds sad and almost like a death sentence.

Justice for Tulsa:

We cut back to Tulsa after the boys escape. The cops line up the socs on the stage as they call for justice now that one of their own has been murdered. When Cherry speaks she is doing it at the vigil the soc's are holding for Bob before Randy approaches her. He's organizing a hunting party against the greasers. It's worth mentioning that when Cherry speaks against him Marcia tries to go to her side only for the other soc girl in the show(Bev) to hold her back. Cherry leaves alone and once she's gone Marcia pick up a flashlight, which serves as the symbol for the socs hunting down the greasers with no mercy during this scene. Where in the book Dally mentions Two-Bit getting jumped during this song we see it happen. The socs jump him and Bev holds a lit cigarette to his cheek while the guys hold him down(in the live version of this song we hear Two-Bit's scream) It's worth mentioning that Randy does not get a redemption in this version, in fact, outside of Cherry the socs are pretty much painted at the bad guys with her as the one exception. Even though we get Randy's emotions with 'this can't be real, he can't be gone' rather than feeling sadness over his friend's death for too long Randy switches to anger. Cherry's role as such has been adapted to be a mix of her and Randy from the book in terms of story beats.

Death's At My Door:

The boy's are in the church, as far as I can recall this was after they cut their hair and I believe it was meant to be implied that a day or two has passed since Bob's death. Though if this is before or after Pony read the poem I no longer remember. The two boys are relying on each other in this scene as they reflect on how nothing is gonna be the same again what with their ability to go home taken away unless they want Johnny to be thrown in jail. Something I forgot to mention before is that Pony blames himself for his parents death. In the musical he say that on Darry's birthday he was supposed to pick up a special frosting for his brother's cake from a bakery his mother liked. But because he forgot his parents had to go out of their way to go and get it and thus were hit by the train because they had to go over the tracks. He tells Cherry before 'I Could Talk To You For Hours' that if he had just remembered his parents would still be alive. Which is why in this song he claims death follows him because he believes his parent's would still be alive if he had remembered to pick up the frosting, and that Bob would still be alive if he hadn't run out of the house/if Johnny didn't need to protect him.

Throwing in the Towel:

We cut back to Darry and Soda after the boys have been missing for a few days. Darry finally breaks down to Soda all the pressure he's under and how he feels like his brother's would be better off without him. He admits how much he thinks this is all his fault for being too hard on Pony and causing him to storm off after hitting him. During this scene while Soda and Darry are singing Ponyboy can be seen at the back on the stage watching them, and during the last chorus of the song 'this it the darkest hour of the darkest night' his voice joins his brothers. (This song was also performed on the Today Show and you should go watch it)

Soda's Letter:

Back in the church now right after Dally gets there after greeting Pony and Johnny he hands over the letter for Pony to read. Ponyboy reads it at the front of the stage while Soda's actor sing behind him/looking at him. Pretty much unchanged in terms of what Soda's letter gives to the story/when it given/read. The final "Ponyboy this house ain't a home without you" is sung by Darry who makes his way onto stage when Soda mentions him in the letter and we see him behind Ponyboy all but begging his brother to come home in this song.

Hoods Turned Heroes:

This is the fire song. We see Pony, Dally and Johnny in the church, I saw Pony light the cigarette and toss it behind him. I saw the flames go up and a terrified Ponyboy going "it's my fault" and then we cut to Two-Bit, grabbing the paper and beginning this song. We see a somewhat split stage in terms of spacing, the greasers back in Tulsa on one side, passing the newspaper between them as they read it, and we see Pony and Johnny in the middle saving the kids from the church. The scene is actually so creatively done and I adore it, outside of the fire they have two actors hold up a blanket and use shadows to show Pony and Johnny pulling kids from the fire since there are no child actors in this production. Interlaced with the puppetry of the saving kids we see Johnny and Pony sliding out from under the blanket and jump around beams that are held up by other actors while the paper is being read. All ending with Dally going in after Johnny. The scene changes to Dally holding Johnny, who's been changed into a hospital gown, and Dally gently lays him on the hospital bed when the song ends.

Hopeless War:

Before the rumble Pony does not leave the hospital. He stays there watching Johnny until Cherry comes in. She looks at Johnny, asking after his health, before turning to Pony and begging him not to fight. But if you recall earlier, as far as the musical is concerned the fire was set by Ponyboy's cigarette(sidenote: I think it'd be cool if every night they rotated who lights the cigarette and throws it and just switch Pony's line from "it's my fault" to "it's our fault" but I only saw the show once so I assume it's the same every time for who lights the fire even though it the book and movie we don't know for sure) So Pony can't listen to Cherry, even though in this scene she's taking the place of Pony's discussion with Randy in the book about the fight not making areal difference, because he sees this as his only chance to try and do something for Johnny since he can't do much else but watch over him in the hospital.

Trouble:

We cut to directly after Pony's discussion with Cherry. The greasers have their war cry of trouble brewing as everyone prepares for the rumble. While Ponyboy gets ready Darry comes up and begs him not to fight. If you recall during "Grease Got a Hold" Darry says how Pony "better know what you're fighting for" But he still doesn't want his brother to have to fight. But by this point Pony had his reason for fighting and he's the one to rally the gang with the call of "Do it for Johnny!" right before the socs roll up. Dally does say “do it for Johnny” at the beginning of the song but it’s Ponyboy who uses it as a war cry. Dally also has a moment where he calls out Darry for being on the greasers side when he was so against being a greaser before, but Darry looks at him and says confidently "once a greaser always a greaser". Paul has a moment with Darry where he calls him out for wanting to be a soc but Darry shuts him right down and the rumble is on.

Little Brother:

Right after the rumble the entire gang heads over to see Johnny, yes, the entire gang. Not just Pony and Dally everyone gathers around him and tells him about beating the socs. They watch as Johnny tells Pony to stay gold and they all break down when he passes, Dally runs out before anyone can stop him. He makes it to the top of the stage, and he begins his song. breaking down the boards around him in a show of anger and violence while the ensemble sings below him looking up. He says tearfully "I could not save you" remember during 'Run run brother' where I said the knife would be brought up later? It's because Dally was the one to give him the switchblade. Before the socs get their number Dally comes across Johnny staying in the lot while his parents are fighting. He tells Dally how he's been uncertain since he was jumped to be out alone. So Dally reaches into his jacket, pulls out the blade, and gives it to him(that one promo pic) and Dally tells him that "if you're gonna use it, use it" and I believe he says something along the lines of "because if you do there's no going back" Dally gave Johnny that knife to try and protect him, but all it did was sign his death warrant. It protected him from Bob but not from anything else, not from the fire. And when Dally said he would die for Pony and Johnny he meant it. He sings and is joined by the cast who echo him "little brother" but he stands alone at the top of the stage. He makes his way down to the bottom portion of the stage, stepping onto the train tracks(in my mind it's the same spot where the Curtis' parents crashed) planting his feet and squaring his shoulders before the song ends, and the train comes. According to Ponyboy his body derailed the train, and Pony likes to believe that despite that, some part of Dallas Winston managed to make it's way back to New York. (Playbill released Joshua Boone singing this song and it's so heartbreaking because there is no ensemble in that version so you have to sit with the harsh melody when Dally makes his choice to face the train head on)

Stay Gold:

After Dally's death we head back to the Curtis house. We don't get a time frame but going off the book it's been a week or two since they've both died. Cherry comes by with Johnny's things from the hospital, she mentions she volunteers there now, and gives Pony Johnny's letter for him. Pony refuses to read it but after Soda has his break down about "we're all we got left" he grabs Johnny's letter and starts to read it for Pony. Getting a line or two in before Pony asks for it, starts to read it himself, and the song begins. Johnny Cade joins us back on stage as he sings to Pony his hope for the world he has to leave behind. And of course, that request to stay gold.

Finale (Tulsa '67):

After reading Johnny's letter Ponyboy begins to write his theme. He finishes a page or two before joining his brothers at the table, he tells them what he writing about and Soda tells him to read it. Pony says it's only a few pages but Darry speaks up, "Can I read it?" he asks. And Pony hands it over, it isn't Ponyboy reading that intro again, but Darry, determined to do better by his brother and reading his work. He and Soda pass the theme to each other, taking turns reading sections aloud while Pony sings. Sings about Tulsa and the gang, of Dally who saw being a greaser as a badge of honor, of Johnny who wanted more for himself and more for Ponyboy who vows that "in his memory I'll stay gold!" The entire cast comes onto the stage as they sing, no longer to each other but to the audience, "stay gold!" It is something that has stuck with me and will stick with me to know that those final lines were no longer characters talking to each other, but talking to the audience right as the show comes to an end.

Anyways this got way longer then I thought but if you want me to ramble more about the show literally just ask I can not stop thinking about it. Might make another post about the differences between the musical and the book.

#the outsiders musical #the outsiders #the outsiders musical spoilers #outsiders musical spoilers #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #dallas winston #johnny cade #ace the greaser

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ghostface-knight · 4 months ago

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thinking about how cherry and ace parallel each other

how ace wants nothing more than to feel like a "normal" girl, to be feminine and pretty and not have to be "one of the guys" to survive. how ace wishes she didn't have to be so strong all the time, that she can just be a teenage girl like all the others.

how cherry never quite feels safe with bob and the rest of the socs. how cherry wishes she could fight and be strong and defend herself, but nobody's ever taught her how.

how ace wants female friends, because she loves her friends, she really does, but she wants friends who understand her like the guys never will.

how cherry wants male friends that she can actually feel safe around, because she loves her friends, she really does, but every time they get a little too drunk she wonders if this will be the time that they hurt her.

just. two girls from opposite sides of the tracks who have been failed in opposite ways. two girls who think they want what the other has, but don't even see the pain and fear and anger that comes with the other's lot in life.

(this may or may not be teasing my second (!!!) fic in which i dissect the distant relationship between cherry and ace, and how cherry has always longed for the freedom she thinks ace has. with some gay undertones.)

#cherry valance #ace the outsiders #the outsiders #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders musical

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poptartcat · 4 months ago

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Character Swap AUs in The Outsiders?

It’s kinda crazy to me that no one’s done like a character swap au in this fandom. Like, Soda and Steve went out that night too and they were at a game (idk specifically what for) So why couldn’t you have socs’ date be there and Sandy and Evie leave and maybe Steve’s talking to someone somewhere else and like Cherry remembered Soda while trying to get away from Bob and Soda’s like emotionally intelligent so he sees she’s distressed so like they talk or smth and he sees some of Pony in her so they hit it off and Steve comes back and he’s like “hey dude be careful”, then Bob sees them and like they fight then run off

And then maybe Soda has like an injury or they’ve both very clearly been in a fight and he and Steve are kinda freaking out bc y’know, the authorities can’t know or they’re screwed. But they’re too busy trying to find a solution by the time Soda gets home it’s late so Darry and Soda argue and Steve is defending him and then Soda gets slapped so they run off.

And they also go to the park and Soda’s just exploding and Steve’s just raging with him. Idk Bob comes along and they all fight again, maybe they mention jumping Johnny and one is just caught off guard and something similar to the fountain (aka life threatening) happens and one of the two doesn't think bc these guys jumped Johnny and now they want to kill my best friend and just stabs Bob.

Idk but that’s just me

#poptart’s general stuff #Poptart Speaks #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #steve randle #darrel curtis #darry curtis #soda curtis #the outsiders book #character swap aus #idk if this is very accurate but like that was one of the first things I searched for and got virtually nothing #that and author Ponyboy #also general post canon/canon stuff #se hinton #Soda and Steve AU

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greasegotahold · 1 year ago

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This post started out with a point then turned into rambling abt the stage show lol

So like. at least in my irl circle and from what I heard yesterday, a lot of ppl prefer the musical to the movie. Acknowledging the bias of theatre ppl toward theatre, that's not the reason I heard most; what I heard most is that the musical stays closer to the book than the movie. Granted idk how many if any of these ppl have seen the complete novel extended cut of the movie, but even so this argument sits wonky with me

Bc the musical takes quite a few departures from the book, some p dramatic. Darry is not the gang's leader, Dally is. Randy is an ensemble part with one line; Cherry gets his ending "even if you win, nothing will change" moment. Sandy is already gone. Evie and Sylvia are gone. Steve is not a big part of Soda's life. Two Bit isn't acknowledged as an alcoholic. Johnny was only jumped a week ago, and it's not a secret who did it. Bob is the one who jumps Pony at the start and even comes up with an excuse for it. Dally doesn't give Johnny his heater, Dally commits a far more direct suicide, no sickness or court proceedings, so on and so forth.

Now I understand why we made just about all of these changes: the show is just about 2 hours as is, not counting intermission; streamlining needed to happen, for time and for clarity of storyline. I even prefer a lot of the changes (Cherry is just. Such a livelier character lmao. She's given stuff to DO. I love her in the book and movie but the stuff they added in the musical I simply love.) I bring this up just bc it. Is honestly just as different as the movie if not more so in how it departs from the source material.

Which means when ppl are saying it's closer to the book, they mean in feel.

And in many avenues; talking about the the extreme accessibility of the book as an adult with other adults, attempting to articulate my issues with the film adaptation, and then later attempting to defend the movie on those same shortcomings, I think I know why.

It's the ever-present narration. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Ponyboy tells his story, he doesn't show. And that makes the book an extremely straightforward read, and absolutely how he can tell us so much shit that happened in so little time, but it also makes it hard to capture in a standard movie adaptation, especially when the movie also needs to trim down and streamline characters and plot points.

But what does Pony do throughout the musical? He narrates. Yes the story plays out real time, but it's still interspersed with these slowdowns where he talks to the audience, where he's narrating.

And I think that's what's really clicking so well with the musical, despite all the changes to characters and their dynamics and plot beats.

And for certain things, the impact is still there, they just changed it around. Johnny was jumped last week instead of months ago and we don't get the excerpt abt how he wound up buying his first blade, and how he would kill the next soc who tried to jump him, and Dally no longer gives him his gun, but he does give him the 6 inch switchblade when Johnny is genuinely worried his dad will kill his mom, and then shows him how to stab to kill. The circumstances are different, but we still get Dally giving Johnny a lethal weapon. The motivation changes for why Johnny carries his blade, from self defense to an explicit want to protect others, but this makes it a more direct setup for when he kills Bob to save Pony.

And a lot of the straight up original additions to the plot feel seamless. The added backstory for Cherry's parents, her dad's alcoholism and her mom's kind of just. Surrender to hopelessness and despair. Not only explains why she's so touchy about Bob drinking, but it makes the change from going along with him to stop a fight into her refusing to back down after breaking up feel justified. To be clear, I don't fault book and movie cherry for doing what she does in that scene, she's trying to keep everyone else safe, I just think that the change was set up and well executed in the musical.

Also sidenote but in Justice For Tulsa...I have so many feelings after getting to see it. The cop shining his flashlight down on Two Bit as he gets jumped, but then he just keeps on walking bc why would he care abt a greaser...Bev buying right into the boys' escalation against the greasers vs Cherry's outright rebuke and then Marcia is over here looking genuinely Physically nauseous over having to choose a side. And of course the moment where the cop beats Dally after handcuffing him, that speaks for itself.

(Sidenote, unrelated to anything, I just wanna say when I listened to the soundtrack for the first time, years since I had read the book or watched the movie, somehow I just knew when the soc boys started singing their threatening section, that they were jumping two bit. I guess I just had a faint buried memory that Two Bit was the revenge-jumping victim lol)

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders musical #idk im rambling

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kaytheday · 4 months ago

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Chapter 11 'Of Spades' is out now!

READ FULL CHAPTER HERE!

Also credit to @sondheim-girly on this chapter. Her HCs of Ace and Soda helped me a lot while I was writing this chapter. Go check out her stuff for sure!

“So none of you know anything at all about this murder?” The cop asks skeptically. Cherry and Marcia shake their heads but Beverly speaks up.

“All I know is that you better find this Johnny kid. Give him the electric chair or something. You can’t let this greaser trash get away with murder.”

Ace was never a particularly loud person, maybe it's from the way she grew up. Most of her guardians had beat her into submission, teaching her to keep quiet and stay out of the way as often as she could. After all, if you were out of the way, they couldn’t hit you. But the way Beverly spits out his name doesn’t sit right with Ace. Saying his name like it's some sort of dirty curse word. Something deep in her soul stirs and she can’t help herself.

“If Bob wouldn’t have jumped them then none of this would have happened!” She yells. Beverly looks taken aback by her words but Ace can’t stop. Johnny doesn’t deserve this and Ponyboy definitely doesn't. His brothers don’t deserve to worry about it either. “Johnny wouldn’t kill anybody! Not without a good reason!”

Beverly shoots right back, manicured finger waving in her face. “Well he did! That greaser trash killed Bob and now he’s going to get the electric chair for it you ugly bitch!” Marcia looks back and forth between them, as if worried that they’re going to start fighting in the interrogation room. Cherry has started sobbing again, hugging Bob’s jacket to her face. “He killed Bob and he deserves every minute-”

“Maybe Bob deserved to die! He was the worst of you fuc-” The slap to the mouth cuts her off, her head jerking to the side with the force.

“Shut up!” The cop yells, standing over her with his hand raised as if he’s going to hit her again. “Just shut up! Can’t you see you’re upsetting her even more?” He motions to Cherry.

“She should be upset! Her boyfriend was a-” He hits her again with the side of his fist, hard enough that her head spins and she falls to the dirty floor, her knees bruising and breaking open. Then he moves over to the door, yelling at his partner to get in. “None of them know anything.” Then he points to Ace. “This East Side trash is actually defending the murderer.” Ace just stays put on the floor, her face throbbing where the cop hit her.

“Alright.” His partner says, eyes darting from a sobbing Cherry Valance to Ace on the floor. “You guys are free to go.” “Gladly.” Ace spits, blood spraying from her mouth as she gets up. She pushes past the cop feeling more upset and helpless than she has in a long time. If she didn’t like Beverly before, Ace hates her guts now. How can she say those things about Johnny? She doesn’t even know him. All she knew was her privileged life in her soc castle spending daddy's money-

#the outsiders #the outsiders musical #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #ace the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders broadway #ace evans #ace randle #of spades #of spades excerpt

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pumpkinsy0 · 7 months ago

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Sad Ponyboy hcs…?

head up king,,,cmon,,,

•IMMM TELLING U GUYS, pony never actually fully grieved his parents, even by the end of the book!!!he wasnt very close to them so he just thought he couldnt rlly mourned them, but its just bc it hasnt fully set in yet, he doesnt completely understand how it would mess up his WHOLE life and hes been dealing w sm his mind is just not focused on that

•as he grows up, he listens to darry and sodas stories they had w them and he trues to imagine himself in their shoes, as a way to feel closer to em, hes more jealous of darry tho bc hes technically the only one whos actually spent alone time w them the most, would nevvveeerrrr tell that to darry however, doesnt wanna make him feel shitty

•part of the reason Y pony defends his name is bc its like one of the only things he got from his parents thats rlly JUST for him

•years later, after that whole fiasco w bob, while yes, majority of ppl were on ponys side, some socs just stood 10 toes down further for “protecting each other” and just get even more classist, they target pony sometimes, but they dont jump him, they know theyd get shit for it

•during the court hearing, they used evidence like johnnys coat bc it still had a lot blood on it, both johnny and bobs and pony was honestly struggling to keep it together bc he truly never noticed it, his mind just chose not to in order to protect himself

•bobs parents wanted johnny to go to jail, but he ofc died, so next thing they went for was pony to b taken away from his home “if our son was taken away, he should b too” typa thing

•cherry wasnt ever rlly gonna talk to pony after this and she knows she might b seen as so stuck up for it, but bobs parents wouldnt even talk to her after the court hearing bc she defended pony, so she didnt wanna see pony at all, pony thinks she kinda hates him a bit for it

•ik theres fics where like, pony keeps bleaching his hair for johnny??? or something like that???but imma b frank, i think he hated being blond!!! he couldnt look at the mirror and see himself for a LONGGGGG time, all he saw was who he was THAT week, he couldnt look in the mirror for quite a while when he got back

•nobody ever rlly talks about how pony in a way lost his dream of going to the country side and living a quiet life!!! while yes, hes still gonna b successful from that long ass menglish paper turned book and his dream wasnt “lost” exactly, maybe just changed, its not rlly gonna b the way he wanted originally and sometimes he just thinks about the “what if i did live that life”, he mourns it a lil in his adulthood but glad for the opportunities hes gotten

•verrryyy rarely pony wonders what it would b like to b an only child born to different parents, nothing against being related to soda and darry, sometimes hes just sick of ppl rlly only knowing about him from other ppl!! he thinks its a lil pathetic that technically most of his life has been built by ppl who hes just associated w and not just what hes done all alone, even w that english paper while it was his escape from that, to a degree he thinks wasnt rlly his story he was telling

#ponyboy curtis

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cadeswinston · 18 days ago

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haven't been on here in a hot minute but i posted a big rant on my spam instagram about the outsiders fandom but only like 3 of my irls are actually into the outsiders so i need to post it here because oh my fucking god.

maybe i am overreacting, but there are just some (a lot) of outsiders fans the rub me the wrong way (mostly in the musical fandom) and the content the musical posts doesn't help.

like there seems to be a BIG pro-soc fanbase out there. i've heard people say that "bob isn't the villain, dally is" babe no it's the social-economic divide. neither of them are good people. that's the point.

you are allowed to dislike a character but please don't act like they're the anti christ especially when you like AND DEFEND a character that is also a terrible person.

and then posts like this (there isn't anything inherently wrong with it. they post comedic things that's fine this is funny) where the fandom then takes it as an opportunity to call dally lazy (again, could be overreacting. i know a lot of them are just joking about it cuz the post is but still) when dally has faced oppression his whole life and has never had a stable place to live. what's the point of getting a job if he's just gonna run off again? yknow? and ESPECIALLY in the context of the musical where he is a BLACK MAN IN THE 1960S. IN THE SOUTH!!!!!

and then this??? (under this post on instagram)

i know the musical account will respond "in character" in support of whatever side the comment is supporting but as fans can we please be smart like what?? he tried to KILL a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD BOY because he spoke to his girlfriend?????

and i know the lyric is "CHERRY what you did that night was wrong" NOT pony so idk if this commenter is just a little stupid or said this on purpose trying to blame ponyboy.... a fourteen year old boy.... with a crush..., for the death of the man that tried to KILL HIM

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON JUSTICE FOR TULSA

it just feels like people ignore the actual meaning behind it

greasers are beat up and dying daily and nobody bats an eye. that's normal to them. but the second a soc dies, the town erupts.

in the musical, the cop interrogates characters during the first part of the song. with socs, he keeps a respectful distance. with greasers, he's shoving the flashlight in their faces and shining it directly in their eyes. two bit is beat up and USED AS AN ASH TRAY!! A CIGARETTE IS PUT OUT ON HIS BARE SKIN!!!! HE SCREAMS IN AGONY!!! THIS IS AN ACTUAL THING THAT HAPPENS IN THE MUSICAL!!!

fans reeaaallly love to take the song at face value and only listen to the lyrics and not pay attention to context. the point is that a soc died, and the socs get worse. none of them realize it's consequences for their actions EXCEPT for cherry, yet paul's lyrics are the ones always quoted!!! it's always "bob was not a jealous man, cherry what you did that night was wrong" and never "you couldn't stand to leave those boys alone" or "he lived his life scared to death after what you put him through"

it's like the fans are allergic to media literacy. but as long as tulsa gets justice, am i right?

not to mention that, baby... bob clearly was a jealous man... and that's the point of the line....

he's "king of the west side socs." they idolize him over there. of COURSE they don't think he's hotheaded and jealous. yet for some reason, the soc fans LOVEEEE to believe that line is true. like hi!!!! ever heard of an unreliable narrator???

like the point is that the socs will do anything to defend him. which includes overlooking the fact that attempting to ACTUALLY KILL a CHILD is wrong????

and dare i say part of this misunderstanding comes from removing randy as a character in the broadway musical. the only other reasonable soc with more than three lines besides cherry?

cherry was never violent, but randy was. because bob was his best friend. randy was there when bob tried to kill ponyboy, then johnny killed bob IN SELF DEFENSE and it hit randy. he knew all along none of what he was doing was good, but he didn't have the guts to say it until he finally faced the consequences.

randy was in the la jolla production before the musical moved to broadway and he was SUCH an important character.

bob and paul are the socs who saw violence as an answer and outlet.

cherry is the soc that never saw the point in violence.

randy is the soc who CHANGED. and that is such an important key to understanding the story that the musical fans miss.

#bob sheldon isn't a martyr he's a rich white boy who knew what he was doing #sick and tired of the rich man being misunderstood and the poor man being a criminal #media literacy is fucked #sorry for all the colors and formatting #i thought it would make this more interesting to read #the outsiders musical rant #the outsiders #the outsiders musical #the outsiders fandom #dal is FED UP

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caradecema · 2 months ago

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Cherry

Part: 9

SUMMARY: They use to know each other, but that was a long time ago.

Do to some weir coinciden they cross paths again after a few decades of not seeing each other.

He thinks he still knows her, to him she's still the same 16 year old he left behind all does year ago.

But time will tell if he's right.

(Jake(hangman) x Oc)

The day of the mission came, and the dagger squad was currently on the top floor of the ship as they listened to the orders.

When they were done with the runover of what was expected of them for this mission they were dismissed.

"We got this guys!" spoke Rooster making all of them smile as they made it to their jets. On her way there Ghost saw Hangman staring at her, she wanted to run to him and give him a hug. But she stood her ground as she climbed up to her jet.

She took a look around to see the others getting ready, she took a long deep breath as she began to turn her jet on.

"I really hope I don't die" was the one thought in everyone's mind.

"Dagger one, ready"

"Dagger two, ready"

"Dagger three, ready"

"Dagger four, ready" the engines of the jets came to life as one by one left the deck. It would have been a beautiful day if it wasn't for the circumstances.

All six of them could feel their chest tightening the closer they got to the target and short sighs of relief when they pass the missiles and they weren't shot down by them. "We are a second behind, Ghost" Spoke Fanboy making the girl tighten her grip on the stick as she increased the speed the others following close by. "Minus 10 seconds to make it to the first mountains" this time it was Bob.

That first hill was easy to get threw but going down it was not, her fucking tracker would not stay on the fucking target. "Come on, come on" She had whispered before her screen finally turned green making her smirk as she let out the first missile. "And that's a hit" She spoke going up the second mountain.

"Shit guys, it won't stay on the target, shit" Shouted Bob.

"Fuck, I got this" Shouted Rooster as he sent the missiles, all three jets going up the hill as the base underneath them exploded.

"Bulls'eye, Bulls'eye, I repeat Bulls'eye" Shouted one of the commanders, this fell on death's ears as the dagger squad fought against blacking out as they when up the second mountain.

Back in the ship, all the generals were on the top floor hearing and looking at the young aviator doing the mission. Maverick was passing all around the room, he couldn't help it, he had to be stopped by Cyclone. "They got this" he reassured him as he guided him back to the table. "I should have gone, I have more experience than them." He was starting to regret his decision, he felt in the bottom of his stomach that something was going to go extremely bad.

"They got this, they were chosen for a reason," Cyclone told him at this point practically shaking Maverick. "They got this, they will be fine."

On the bottom floor, Hangman couldn't help but feel like shit, he should have said something before she left, he should have told her how much he love her, and how he felt for her all over again. He just wanted to hold her right now, kiss her, he just wanted her by his side right now.

"Shit, we have the first set of missiles coming our way" was heard threw the comms. Ghost seemed to be dancing in the sky, by how effortlessly she would dodge the missiles coming towards her. All four jets when their separate ways as they try to not get hit.

"Dagger one defending" shouted Ghost as she let out her first set of Flares.

Bob and Phoenix followed her lead as they let out their own Flares. "Rooster, statues?" Shouted Ghost when she still hadn't seen his jet coming out.

"Oh, my god" was all she heard as the next set of missiles set off following his yet. "Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" He shouted.

"Break right,"

"Breaking Right"

"Oh, my god here they come"

"On your six, Rooster!"

"Deploying countermeasures... Negative contact" It was hectic, Ghost could only listen so much, not risking losing concentration and getting someone killed. She took off again before wincing when one of the missiles exploded right beside her making the jet shake a bit.

The jets were all over the place, it was as if they were dancing it was almost beautiful except for the missiles that were trying to kill them. If they could see themselves they would most likely be proud of themselves for how well they were working together. They had each other backs, they were scared out of their minds but they were fighting with all they had.

It seemed that luck was on their side... well it was for a while.

"Dagger two defending... Shit, I'm out of flares" this made Ghost snap her head toward Rooster as she saw the Missiles going his way.

"Rooster, evade! Evade!" She had ordered him already flying his way.

"Shit, I can't! I can't! They are on me! They are on me." She knew she wasn't making the same mistake as all those years ago, she would not be able to live with herself. If she was going to die then she chose a pilot's death.

Dagger one defending" She finally spoke, her last Flares going off as Roosters jet when underneath her.

"Thank yo-" Before Rooster could finish that her jet was shot down.

"Shit" was all that was heard from her as her Jet when down.

"Dagger 1 has been hit!" His ear rang at what he had just heard.

"Permission to take off!?" He asked ready to take off.

It was silence for a second before his got his response.

"Negative!" He let out a grunt.

"Cherry come on! Cherry!" He shouted. Her signal was long gone. "Please don't do this!"

The meeting room was quiet, Maverick was wide eye, the signal of Ghost was gone they could all hear the shouts of her teammates calling out to her as they fought to not be shot down like her.

"Ghost, Hope" Shoute Rooster as the last set of Missiles when off.

"Dagger squad, head back to the Ship" it was an order from Cyclone.

"What? No! Ghost is down there somewhere" Shouted Rooster his voice breaking as he saw the smoke coming from the woods below him.

"That's an order!" all he could do was shout as he flew back to the ship, he wanted to go down there and look for her, and he did. He heard the shouts and orders from Cyclone making him turn off his own location as he flew down to the woods.

He was quick to find a place big enough for his jet to land, he was out of it in seconds as he ran to where the smoke was coming from. It didn't take him long to get there. Her Jet was destroyed, it was just a pile of junk. He felt his heartbeat increase as he walked towards it.

His eyes would not leave the sight in front of him, he was standing right in front of the jet, the last step he took he felt something hard underneath his boots. He let out a shaky breath as he moved it, only to let out a sob when he saw her dog tags covered in blood.

It took him a second but he picked them up wiping the blood off them. He finally looked up and saw the window was covered in ash, he took his hand and began to wipe it off just to fall to his knees at the view he had seen.

He couldn't help but scream and cry, her entire face was burned off, and the bottom half of her body was gone, but her lips were still in a soft smile.

It took him 10 minutes to get himself together before he turned on his location again but not his radio. He sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity but was just twenty minutes when the paramedics arrived.

He looked at them take her body off the jet, how they picked up the body parts that were scattered all over the snow. The once-white snow was now tinted red with the blood of Hope Fernanda Acero.

He saw them until the last of her was found, he didn't deserve to look away, he had caused this, and it was his fault she was gone. Now he understood what Maverick had felt when he saw his father die.

"We got it from here" they had told him. He had given them a nod as he flew back to the ship.

when he had landed, all of the dagger squad was waiting for him, Hangman was in the front waiting to see how badly Hope had gotten hurt. But the moment they saw his face the moments they saw her dog tags on Rooster's hand they knew she was gone.

Natasha had tried to stay strong but she couldn't a heartbreaking sob had left her lips as Bob brought her in.

it didn't take long for the plane to land. but it wasn't fast enough for them.

As the plane landed they all stood there waiting for her to hop off and laugh as she told them some ridiculous thing. Or how crazy that had been.

But she never hoped off, it was silence as the medic team climbed off. A rolling bed already waiting for them as they placed her body down. Or what was left of her body.

All they saw was the black bag covering her body. Inside there was Hope. They couldn't look away not believing what their eyes were showing them.

For the first time in years, Jake wanted to roll in a ball and cry. They all stood strong for her as her body passed by them.

A shaky breath left their lips as they saluted their friend.

The whole squadron had been informed that she had died in the impact. All they were able to recover was her dog tag that hadn't been melted away. That day three people blamed themselves for her death.

If only I told her I loved her.

If I had gone instead of her.

It should have been me.

#fanfiction #friends to lovers #friends to strangers #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #bradley rooster bradshaw #bob #phoenix #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick #character death

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rllymjam · 22 days ago

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⁀➴ Friends, Romans, countrymen; lend me your ears...

Lucy Anne's speech at Bob's funeral, and the aftermath. ft. Lucy A. Sheldon, Mr and Mrs Sheldon + Cherry Valance.

wc: 940

warnings + info: Mr Sheldon hits Lucy, only once and it's barely mentioned but still. Child neglect

People tell Lucy Anne she's taking Bob's death very well. That she's being very mature about it all. She isn't even quite sure what that means. That she's not throwing stuff around in a rage? That's she's not sobbing every chance she gets?

She's been doing all that stuff, just in private, like how she was taught to express all her unsavoury emotions.

She looks over to her father and mother beside her. They don't look sad. Not the real way. They have that face they always have for funerals, appropriately sad but not unsightly.

That confuses her the most, aren't they sad? Surely this is the one occasion where they could show at least a little emotion. Their son was dead and what were they worrying about? Being proper and polite?

A part of her resents them. She wouldn't say Bob's death was their fault. They played a part though, so did she. The difference is that Lucy knows that, and that she's a kid. They're adults who can't seem to process that maybe throwing money at their kids instead of parenting might have caused some of this.

She's held back enough tears and anger in her life to make one lengthy therapy session, and the dam might be breaking

Without thinking, she gets up and walks to the podium thing she saw her mother give some stupid eulogy on earlier. People are staring at her, which makes her mighty uncomfortable. She looks at her parents and it's just suspicion. Not a single drop of concern or attentiveness.

That cements it, she has to do this, has to set the record straight, or she'll never be free. She'll just harden up and get angry like her brother. Maybe she'll die too.

She clears her throat. "I know me speaking at this wasn't planned, but they're are...a lot of things I want to say. All I can hope is that some of you will listen."

"My brother wasn't a good person, he was a drunk with a temper." She can hear someone make a scandalized noise from the back of the building. "He jumped kids, he fought. I'm not sure why that's so shocking to some of you, we all read the paper."

We all know about that Johnny kid, and Ponyboy Curtis. We all know what Bob was doing, that night especially. Is not what she says, but she doesn't need to

"There were so many people around Bob, yet somehow he was always alone. That's not to say I wasn't a part of that. A lot of people were." She avoids her parents eyes like they'll give her the plague. She can already picture it. The dissappointment, the anger.

"All I'm saying is that..." What is she trying to say? Is she trying to defend her brother? No, her parents have done enough of that for twenty funerals already.

"What's the point in it anymore? All the hating and fighting eachother?" Glory, does she sound cliché, Bob would laugh himself silly if he could see her. Or maybe he'd hit her. It depends on his mood, or his drink.

She decides not to let her thoughts stray down that path, she's not up here to condemn her brother. She's here to...give the full picture. "Greasers didn't kill my brother. But I could say hate did, and I know it's never going to end. I suppose this is all for nothing. You're all going to carry on ranting about Greasers and no good-dirty-rotten kids. But I want you all to know where I stand. Where my brother stood."

"I forgive Johnny Cade, even if it's too late for that now." A murmur, she doesn't know what about. Frankly, she doesn't want to. She's focusing on getting her words out, and trying not to back down.

"Not because of his circumstances, not because I want to be gracious and understanding. I wish I could have the same distaste for him I bet some of you had and still have. I really do." She has to put in effort to even her voice. It would be so much esier to be mad at Johnny Cade. To say he got what he deserved. Instead of having so much anger and no single place to put it.

"I forgive him because I'm not on Bob's side, and I don't think I ever will be." There's so much more she wants to say, that she needs to say. But there's too many thoughts and too few words, nothing comes to mind. "...that's all I have. Goodnight everybody. Enjoy the brownies too, they're homemade."

Her father hits her hard when she gets home. It stings a whole bunch but...she'll live. He yells the house down as well, it might be the most attention she's gotten from him in a while, not that it matters much to her anymore.

Her mother might be the worst part of it all. All she does is sit there and look at Lucy Anne disapprovingly. A part of her really just wants her mother to hit her, shriek, anything. She never does.

Her friends that were at the funeral begin avoiding her, and once news spreads others quickly follow suit. They think she's lashing out, and that she needs space to cool off, maybe that's true.

Cherry tries. She really does. But Lucy thinks she might not be able to look quite past it either. That's fine, she said she hoped people would listen. It wasn't with the expectation they would.

People think Lucy Anne is taking her brother's death quite badly. She doesn't mind, it's true.

#the outsiders #the outsiders oc #lucy anne sheldon

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ncssian · 4 years ago

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A Favor: Part Twenty-Three

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: so yeah this isn’t my best work bc i havent been feeling great lately but i hope you guys can stay patient with me until i get my shit together. we’re almost to the end🤞

***

Sitting crammed between Elain and Feyre on the gray couch in Lana’s office, Nesta has to cross her legs prettily and pretend she doesn’t want to peel out of her skin right there. She doesn’t know what she was thinking when she invited her sisters to one of her therapy sessions, but she’s assuming it would be considered rude to kick them out now.

“Who wants to speak first?” Lana’s bob swings as she looks at each of them. The office is ice cold today, and Feyre and Elain’s presence doesn’t help the chill in the air.

Nesta crosses her arms before she can be asked to speak. “No, thank you,” she says. She knows everyone probably expects better from her, but no way in hell is she going to be the first to open up in front of this crowd. “Feyre,” she turns to her youngest sister instead, “why don’t you say something?”

“Actually, why don’t you set the example, Nesta?” Lana gives her a look, making her cheeks redden with irritation.

“Fine,” Nesta grumbles. She clears her throat. “As you can see, I have made moves to reconnect with my sisters. I invited them here because I hoped that therapy would bring us closer and also make them more… tolerable.”

Elain coughs, “Bitch.”

Nesta smiles tightly. “Elain could especially use this, I think.”

Lana is already frowning. She never frowns this early into a session. “We’ll start with an easy question, then. What’s been on your mind lately, Nesta?”

Nesta purses her lips, pretending to think. “Nothing important. I’m looking at jobs for the summer. I think Azriel keeps sneaking money into my purse, and it’s starting to become more than a little condescending. I caught up with some friends from school, and I was polite enough to pay for lunch.” She mentions off to the side to Elain, “Lucien was there, too.”

“Why would I care?” Elain sneers. She spies Lana’s disapproving look and lowers her head demurely. “Sorry,” she murmurs.

“That’s alright,” Lana says. “Why don’t you go next?”

“Me?” Elain’s head snaps up, and Nesta holds in her snicker.

“Start by describing your relationship with Nesta. I heard you two used to be very close.” Lana uncaps her pen, preparing to write.

Elain flushes lightly and folds her hands. “That was when we were children. The only thing keeping us together was that we shared a home. When we stopped living in the same place, some of us had no problem leaving others in the dust.”

“You can use my name,” Nesta rolls her eyes, “I’m right here.”

From the corner of her vision, Feyre cringes.

“Are you saying you feel abandoned by Nesta?” Lana continues probing.

Elain’s answering silence tells more than enough. Therapy must actually be paying off, though, because Nesta only thinks about interrupting and defending herself for a second before shaking it off. Her mind focuses on the word abandonment instead.

Lana is focusing on the same thing, because she leans closer and says, “Being abandoned bothers you?”

“I never said that,” Elain says indignantly.

“It would bother most people.”

Nesta watches Elain sigh and blink her big doe eyes at Lana. She’s always been able to use those eyes on anybody for anything. “I just don’t understand why I’m the villain for expecting a little loyalty,” Elain says sweetly. “Especially when you take a look at this face.” She cups her round cheeks. “You know psychology. How could you abandon this face?”

Nesta’s jaw hangs open. “Are we still talking about me?” She remembers Cassian telling her the story behind Azriel ghosting Elain, and a pang of guilt and pity hits her. She still hasn’t talked with Elain about why Azriel left Velaris, and she knows she won’t be able to decide whether to spare Az or not until she does.

“So that’s my turn,” Elain finishes up. “Feyre can go next.”

Lana is writing something sharply on her notepad, but she nods coolly. “Feyre, how would you describe your relationship with your sisters?”

“Oh, we don’t have time for all of that,” Feyre laughs awkwardly and waves a hand.

Nesta agrees, but the look Lana gives Feyre tells her that yes, they do have time.

Gulping, Feyre glances around. “Well, I was born last, so I guess that made me the outsider of the family. I never had much in common with my sisters, but now that we’re older I… hoped that we would grow past that.”

Translation: she hoped that once she found her happy ending in Rhysand’s arms, poor little Nesta and Elain would happily assimilate into her new community of wealthy friends, putting the cherry on top of her perfect life. And while Elain did that exact thing, it’s always bothered Feyre that Nesta won’t do the same.

Feyre continues, “I admit I’m not the best at understanding Nesta. Elain and I get along fine now, but Nesta…” Feyre meets her eyes. “It’s like nothing we do is enough for her, but for some reason I can’t stop trying.”

“Whose fault is that?” Nesta mutters.

“You want her approval,” Lana hums, taking notes.

“Is that what it is?” Feyre looks away.

Nesta refrains from saying yes, that’s exactly what it is, and it’s not my problem if you keep looking for something I can’t give.

“What are your feelings about that, Nesta?” Lana turns her focus to her. “Remember that this is a safe space.”

It really isn’t, not with two siblings holding long term grudges against Nesta. But once and for all, she’s going to set the record straight. “I spent most of my life being a bad sister.” Nesta’s voice is apathetic, straightforward. “I let Feyre take the burden of providing for us even though I was the oldest, and I didn’t know how to be anything other than cruel to my family. So once I had the means to do so, I cut everyone off for all of our sakes. I still don’t regret it, because being a stranger is better than being a bad sister.”

In that way, Nesta is a bit like her mother. Nesta was angry after her death, but she knows she would have been even angrier if Magdalene Archeron had lived and continued to be a disappointing parent. In that way, both of them are wise for leaving their families when they did.

“Or you could just be a good sister,” Elain interrupts with a drawl.

Nesta smirks bitterly at her. “I’d rather die.”

Feyre takes in a breath. “Why? Why are you like that with us?” She blinks furiously, and Nesta can see the simmer of her emotions. “It was okay when we thought you hated everybody, but you don’t. You only hate me and Elain.”

Nesta looks to Lana for help, but her therapist is sitting this one out. She sighs through her nose. “I don’t hate you,” she says, even though they might never understand. The next line comes with great difficulty. “I’ve loved you since before I even knew what love was. But I don’t like you very much, Feyre, and you don’t like me, either. Please stop trying to change that.”

When she finally meets Feyre’s eyes, though, they’re glimmering with tears. “How can I stop trying to change that?” Feyre whispers. “How can I give up on us like that?”

For Nesta to give Feyre and Elain the relationship they want from her would require nothing but lies on her part. And as much as she wishes she was capable of lying about this, she can’t do it.

Looking away and down at her hands, Nesta mutters, “It’s not fun for me either, but it’s how I am. I can’t be easy or friendly with you. I hate watching you try to make me be easy or friendly.”

Nobody says anything to that, but when Nesta looks up again Lana gives her a remote nod that Feyre and Elain don’t catch. Thank you for your vulnerability, it says.

“You said something interesting, Nesta,” Lana breaks the silence. “Did you see your sisters as your responsibility to raise?”

Nesta shrugs. “I was the oldest,” she repeats.

“Your father was the oldest.”

“He wouldn’t do shit even if you held a gun to his head, so I was up next.” Though Nesta hadn’t done shit either. Neither had Elain, but the rules have always been different for her. Elain redeems herself to others by handing out sunny smiles and pretending to have the intelligence of a fawn.

Lana stares at Nesta until Nesta’s skin starts to heat. “What?” she says defensively.

Ignoring the other two women in the room, Lana leans forward. “You told me once early into our relationship that part of the reason you left Tennessee was to get away from your sisters. You said you were heartbroken when they ended up following you here.”

Nesta doesn’t breathe or look to see her sisters’ reactions.

“Now I’m going to ask: did you really want to get away from your sisters, or did you want to escape the feeling of failing them?”

Nesta doesn’t know how to answer, because to her they might as well be the same thing. Having Feyre and Elain around is like having a weight tied to her chest. The lingering guilt every time Feyre is in a room, her existence screaming I’m the reason you’re still alive. Elain’s constant expectations of unconditional support and loyalty, whether it’s reciprocated or not. It’s all so heavy. And it all goes back to the fact that the three of them were once just helpless children.

If she couldn’t take care of her sisters, how is she supposed to take care of any child, ever?

Nesta releases a weary sigh. “You’re going to bring this up the next time we have the baby talk, aren’t you?”

Lana’s eyes sparkle. “Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet.” But Nesta can see from where she sits that her therapist’s notepad is covered in bullet points.

***

“I need to use the bathroom.” Feyre is hopping back and forth on her feet once the session is over. “You guys head down to the parking lot without me.” She exits in a rush, leaving the two sisters alone. Nesta hisses in frustration, nearly chasing after Feyre so she won’t have to face the inevitable awkward conversation with Elain.

By the end of the session, it was Elain that broke and pleaded with Nesta, “Don’t do everything we want, then. Just keep doing better, the way you’ve already been doing. I’ll be happy with just that.”

Nesta was surprised that Elain had even noticed her efforts, but she retorted, “And how do you plan to do better?”

To which Elain twirled her hair and murmured something halfheartedly about, “I might be more open to taking criticism or whatever.”

Though it was the absolute bare minimum, it was still a relief for Nesta to hear Elain admit that she has flaws worth criticizing.

Now, Nesta clutches the straps of her purse and turns for the stairwell leading to the parking lot. Elain follows without comment.

Inside the stairwell, Nesta asks, “Have you spoken to Azriel since he left Velaris?”

Elain looks surprised at the sudden question, and doesn’t remember to be guarded when she answers, “No. Why?”

Nesta shrugs, her heels thumping loudly on the linoleum stairs. “Because I know what happened between you two. I know why he left.”

Elain halts midstep, grabbing Nesta’s arm and turning to face her with wide eyes. “What do you mean, you know? He told you?”

“He told Cassian, and Cassian told me.” Nesta hardly cares that she’s being a poor friend to Azriel by spilling all this to Elain, and continues, “If I had known he was such a coward, I would have kicked him out of our place a long time ago… but I figured I would get your input on it first.”

She’s never seen Elain look so genuinely pleading before. “Get my input on what?” Elain breathes. “What did he say about me? Was it something I did?”

At that torn face that borders on heartbroken, Nesta decides that she’ll do more than kick Azriel out of the cabin. She’ll kick him off the whole mountain.

She shoves Elain’s back to get Elain detached from her and moving down the stairs again, and as they walk, Nesta spills everything she knows. She tells Elain about Rhysand’s talent of shoving his nose into places it doesn’t belong, and how one conversation with him managed to convince Azriel to ditch Elain for good. She tells her about how instead of having a straightforward conversation with Elain, Azriel chose to leave the city and hide out in the mountains like a pussy. She might sound blunt, but Elain needs blunt. She needs to know the unfiltered truth of things.

By the time they reach the floor where their cars are parked, Elain is silent. “Did he really say that?” she finally asks quietly. “He said he wants me to hate him?”

“That’s what I heard.” After a moment, Nesta feels the need to add, “You should hate him, though. He fucked up bad.”

When Elain continues strolling for their cars without replying, concern bites at Nesta. “You are mad at him, right? And mad at Rhysand? You’re not going to forgive them, right?”

“I’m not a total pushover,” Elain snaps. She stares at the cement ground as they walk. “I’m just… more disappointed than anything else. He gave up so easily.” She chuckles without humor. “It sounds like he was looking for an excuse to get away from me.”

Nesta frowns. “I don’t think he would’ve spent so long moping around our house if he wanted to leave you.” Though they can never truly know what Azriel was thinking or feeling until he grows a pair and talks to Elain. Still, she shudders at having to defend him.

“I take it he doesn’t mope anymore?” Elain says.

Nesta doesn’t know how to answer that truthfully. She knows there’s more to Azriel than he lets her and Cassian see, and she knows he’s gotten better at keeping his feelings to himself. So she says, “It looks like he’s doing better, but I really don’t know.” They reach Elain’s car.

“Were you in love with him?” Nesta suddenly asks. Or worse, is she still in love with him?

Elain digs around for her keys in her purse. “You know how I am. Of course I was.”

“Not anymore, though?”

Elain looks up, keys now in hand. “It’s hard to still feel love for someone I haven’t talked to in two months.”

Then it wasn’t real love. Nesta is relieved, even though it doesn’t change the fact that Elain is hurting either way.

Elain jabs her keys at Nesta and says sharply, “Don’t you dare punish him for what he did. That’s for me to decide on.”

Nesta’s brow creases in refusal. “I’ll do what I need to do, and you do you.” She’ll have to be careful with her plotting, though, considering Azriel is Cassian’s brother.

“No.” Elain surprises Nesta with the force in her tone. “He’s your roommate and your friend. Keep treating him like it.”

Elain makes it sound easier than it is, and Nesta wants to argue until she sees Feyre heading down the parking lot toward them. “Fine,” she grumbles halfheartedly.

Elain gives her one final long look, not of threat but something else. “Thank you—for inviting us today.” That’s all she says before getting in the driver’s seat of her little red car. At the same time, Feyre catches up to them.

“Where are you parked?” Feyre pants as she approaches Nesta. She sounds a bit out of breath, like she ran to get here before Nesta could drive off alone.

Nesta points down the lot to where her scrappy old car is waiting for her, and Feyre straightens up with a grim smile. “I’ll walk you.”

Nesta knows that arguing isn’t worth it, so she allows Feyre to trail her the rest of the way to her car. Once they reach the old thing, Nesta gives a curt goodbye and heads straight for the driver’s door. Before she can touch the handle, Feyre attacks her from behind with a hug.

“Get off me, freak!” Nesta tries to jostle her way out of Feyre’s arms. She tries being nice to her sisters one time and this is what she gets—

Feyre only squeezes her tighter. “You don’t have to hug back. Just let me love you my way.”

Nesta squirms for another second before stilling. Swallowing tightly, she stares at the reflection of herself and Feyre in the car door window. One of her hands goes to where Feyre’s hands are clasped around her stomach, and she stands there without moving. She can’t remember the last time she shared affection with a family member like this, but it must have been before their mother died.

The warmth at Nesta’s back doesn’t leave, like Feyre is trying to pour all her understanding into the hug. Silently saying, I’m finally starting to get it.

In a way, Nesta is starting to get it, too. After all, how do sisters with such a complicated history begin to forgive each other?

Not by apologizing, but by doing better in the future.

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On her way home, Nesta remembers at the last minute to stop by Gwyn’s apartment to pick up one of her sweaters. She doesn’t know when Gwyn started raiding her closet like it was a free mall, but she has a school event next week and doesn’t plan on letting her nicest clothes rot at Gwyn’s forever.

Nesta enters using the key beneath the doormat, knowing Gwyn is at work and won’t mind her stopping by. She scans the living and dining areas for a glimpse of brown cashmere, but only finds scattered books and a disorganized mess. Her fingers twitch with the urge to stop and tidy up the place, but she continues hunting for the sweater. Gwyn promised it would be waiting in plain sight for her.

Realizing the scatter-brained girl probably forgot to put the sweater out for her, Nesta pauses in the hallway leading to Gwyn’s bedroom and bites her lip. She doesn’t know if bedrooms are off limits or not, considering how often Gwyn and Emerie have barged into hers, but she knows she doesn’t want to make a second trip here just for a sweater.

Without giving it further thought, she strides into Gwyn’s room—

And yelps to find Gwyn on the bed.

Except she isn’t alone, and there’s definitely another body under the dark green blanket with her, and whoever it is definitely has their head between her legs.

Nesta spins away at the same time she hears Gwyn’s cry of surprise. She braces one hand against the doorjamb and presses the other to her freezing cold face, not having any words for what she just saw.

“Nesta?” Gwyn calls from behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Um, have you seen my sweater? It’s the expensive one.” She’ll just grab it and leave. Or maybe she’ll just leave—yes, that sounds like a good idea.

“Nesta?” a new, deeper voice repeats.

Gwyn hisses, and Nesta freezes because she recognizes that voice. She wants to be wrong so badly, but she has to whirl back around to confirm for herself.

“Azriel?”

***

a/n: i decided to cut this chapter short and add an extra one to flesh out my silly little gwynriel subplot. so if there’s anything specific or random you wanna see happen in the next chapter tell me bc i might have space for prompts!!

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willddheartt · 5 years ago

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I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It | JJ Maybank

Summary: She really isn’t as innocent as she looks.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: There is an alternate version of this without smut that you can find by clicking here

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You had known JJ for the majority of your life, first meeting him in school but being introduced as friends by Pope as you were with him on the math team. At first JJ assumed you were some kind of straight edge, like most people on academic teams, and so he kept his distance. Everyone in the group thought you were somewhat innocent and uncorrupted yet, and so they tried to protect you from JJ. That would have worked, if you were only friends for the short term, but once getting to them and their carefree nature you were hooked for the long term. Eventually you got closer to the boy everyone tried to keep you away from, from a distance you looked like polar opposites.

JJ laid on your bed, waiting for you to get ready for the party you were meeting the Pogues at tonight. You had just perfected the winged eyeliner on each of your eyes, and were applying a light coat of chapstick to keep your lips from getting burnt. “Hey, what flavour is it?” JJ asked, looking at you through your mirror “Um,” You said, looking at the tube, “Cherry,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at him. “Can I try it?” He asked You stifled a laugh, “Have you never had chapstick before? Everyones tried cherry chapstick,” “I’m a guy, alright, I don’t actively consume chapstick,” JJ defended, making you laugh “You’ve never heard that Katy Perry song? I swear to god twelve year old me bought it just because of it,” “What song?” JJ asked

You turned around on your heel, gasping, “Okay, you are seriously uncultured, how are we even friends,” You laughed. “I can’t believe you've never heard it, the one that goes ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick,” You sang as you walked closer to where he was sitting on your bed “Can’t say I have,” He shook his head, chuckling at you “You’d love it,” You replied, putting on one more coat of the chapstick before handing it to him.

Instead of taking the tube of chapstick from your hand, JJ pulled you in, pressing his lips to your for a moment, and then rubbing his together and licking his lips a few times. “That Katy Perry chick is really onto something here, this is good,” JJ said like nothing had happened.You ran your hand through your hair, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you tried to brush off what just happened. You knew the boy was confident but you never thought he was that confident, and talk about smooth. His lips were left slightly pink from the tint in the balm, as he continued to rub his lips together. “Ye-yeah, that's why I was surprised you’ve never tried it,” You stuttered, JJ sat back on your bed, looking at you with a smirk, noticing your flustered state.

At the party your mind replayed JJ kissing you over and over, you tried talking to other guys to get your mind off it but your wandering eyes always found him over the shoulder of whoever you were talking to. Each time he noticed you staring he'd smirk and send a wink your way. You didn’t get wasted at the party, just keeping enough of a buzz that you could still have a good time. And tonight JJ seemed like a good time to you, thought of him had been playing in your head since you met him, but you would never think anything could have ever happened between the pair of you, keeping the really wild fantasies at bay, until his actions from earlier. As you were getting ready to leave when JJ found you, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as you were talking to Kie about your star signs.

You let out a fake yawn, and gave Kiara a quick apology saying you were tired and thought the best thing was to leave and go home so you didn’t end up sleeping at a strangers house. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, they were off visiting your uncle for a few days, and wouldn't be back for another two days, in that time you had the place to yourself. JJ walked you back to your place, his hand or arm way always touching you as you walked down the street, coming to a stop in front of your front door. You already assumed JJ would stay over once you told him about your parents earlier in the day. He followed you inside and into your room, although you were alone out of habit you shut the door behind the two of you. Right after the door clicked shut JJ had you pinned against the door, his hot breath fanned over your neck sending a shiver down your spine as you waited for him to do something.

“JJ are you going to do something?” You whispered after a second, the anticipation getting the better of you. Your words making him smirk before his lips attached to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin made a few whimpers falling off your lips. Your hands went to his hair, tugging as he nipped at your neck, pulling a few moans and whimpers from him before you pulled him up to your lips. His hands that once held your waist tight moved up over your thin tank top, one hand came up to cup your jaw and the other slid up your shirt, resting just below your bra. You bit his bottom lip, sucking on it as you pulled back slightly, you took this moment as an opportunity to push him to sit down on your bed as you sat over his lap, straddling his hips. Your actions catch him off guard. “I guess you’re not as innocent as I thought,” JJ chuckled, his hands going to rest on your ass. You smiled, as you kissed down his neck, “Oh you have no idea,” “Is that a challenge?” “Only if you want it to be,” You smirked

In one quick movement, JJ grabbed your hips and flipped you over, pinning you down on your mattress. He gathered your wrists together in his hand, leaving defenceless with your hands above your head. A whimper leaving your throat at his actions. “Oh?” He mumbled, His free hand trailing up to cup your breast as he continued to kiss down the column of your throat and down until he came to the top of your tank top. Your hands tugged against his as you tried to get free to take your shirt off. “I got it, princess,” he released your hands and tugged the shirt over your head, letting you do the same to him as well.

His hands resting just above your shorts as he kissed down your neck and chest before stopping above your shorts. Though he had been undressing you with his eyes the entire night, he couldn't wait to have the real deal in front of him, but a bit of teasing never hurt anyone. He came back up to attach your lips as his hands moved down your thighs, slowly crawling to your center, until finally making contact with your clothed heat. You ground your hips against his touch, getting some friction, JJ smirked at your movements, he already had you desperate under him. Pushing him back so you could stand up, discarding your shorts quickly as you both stood to face each other once again.

“Someones eager,” JJ chuckled as your hands came to undo his belt and pull down his shorts.

Without another word you dropped to your knees, palming his length through his boxers, coaxing a groan out from his throat. You smirked as you toyed with the elastic waistband, your fingers dipping just under the top while you placed kisses down his stomach. In one quick movement you pulled his boxers down, freeing his hardening member. You heard his breathing hitch as you began stroking him. Slowly, you began sucking the tip with hollowed cheeks, he let out a breathy moan and his hand came to tangle in your hair, guiding you to start bobbing your head as he took control bucking his hips into your mouth. “Fuck yeah,” JJ breathed out, his free hand running through his hair as he glanced down at you. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” You moaned at his words sending vibrations to the tip. His thrusts began to get sloppier, until he pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up from your knees. You gave him a confused look, you hadn't done anything wrong. “Don’t wanna cum yet,” He mumbled, kissing you hard as he pushed you to lay down on your bed again.

Kissing your neck he brought his hand down to connect with your core. You could feel the wetness pooling there for him, knowing your panties had been soaked a while ago. JJ wasted no time in pushing the cloth aside and running his fingers up your slit, feeling your wetness coat his two fingers he immediately plunged two inside you and began to slowly pump them in and out. You moaned into his mouth before he pulled away, his tongue met your clit, flicking along the bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around and sucking slightly. You moaned at his every move, every movement feeling like heaven on earth. Tangling your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging ever so slightly he groaned out, sending vibrations through your core. A knot building in your stomach caused you to pull him up from between your legs. “Not yet,” You breathed heavily, “I wanna come around your cock.” you said, your words almost making him come undone on the spot.

You grabbed a condom from your bedside table, slipping it on his length before laying back, watching him line himself up at your entrance teasing slightly before slamming into you, the sudden action made a high pitched moan escape your lips. JJ set a steady pace that had you moaning every time his hips snapped back up inside you. “F-faster,” You moaned, pulling him down by his shoulders. His face rested in the crook of your neck as he sped up his thrusts, letting out several low pitched grunts in your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and moaning loudly when he began hitting that spot. One of his hands came down to rub figure eights on your clit as he continued to thrust into you, and you pulled his free hand up to your throat. He seemed to get what you wanted and squeezed slightly, not enough to restrict your air flow completely but enough to limit it and make breathing hard. “JJ… ‘M close,” You moaned, the blonde boy nodded, his light locks fell over his forehead as he worked on getting you to your release before he reached his. “Come for me, princess,” His words sent you over the edge.

He helped the both of you ride out your highs before pulling out and discarding the condom, throwing it in the trash can by your bed. JJ pulled on his boxers and threw you his shirt before laying down with you in bed. “You’re not as innocent as you seem,” He mumbled

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ghostface-knight · 9 months ago

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SO GLAD YOU ASKED :D

so, i am the #1 cherry defender for life. not that she did nothing wrong -- she's an immature, privileged teenager who has been very sheltered from the world.

i just feel like so many people who read the book misinterpret her character through one key lens: they discount her youth.

all the other characters get to be acknowledged as the kids they are. soda is just a kid. dally is just a kid. johnny is just a kid. but people forget that cherry is just a kid too.

people demonize her for misunderstanding the greasers, but the only experience she's had with them was dally sexually harassing her, and people still act like she's the villain in that scene. but she's not! she had a right to be scared of the boy who was borderline attacking her. she had a right to defend herself in the only way that was socially acceptable for a woman to do so.

and yes. she didn't want to see johnny, which was messed up. she defended bob at the beginning which was messed up. but ponyboy defended dally, who he knew had also jumped people.

tldr: people demonize cherry because they can't forgive a woman who makes mistakes

ask me about my thoughts on cherry valance. i dare you. i beg you. please ask me.

#cherry valance #hot take i know #this isn't dally slander i promise #i'm just pointing out the parallels #the outsiders

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shhhlikeme · 5 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #15:

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A/N: last one! I hope you guys liked it and I’d love to hear your feedback! Thank you so much for reading and being on this Losty journey with meeee🥳💕💕💕

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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A Pair Of Broken-Hearted Losties Have To Pair Up For An Assignment 📚🤩

Over the next few weeks, at the advice of Kenji and Kogane, Aone avoided you at all costs

Every morning he sat there thinking about you and trying to figure out what he did wrong.... ultimately feeling worse and worse

It was incredibly difficult seeing you around school, but if it is one thing Takanobu knew how to do it was make himself scarce when it came to you, so at least you’d be fine. After all, it took you two years to even notice his existence

Aone decide to have lunch in the library now because you’d never go there by your own free will.

He spent that time going over his own homework, or helping his two friends with theirs, or just staring out the window doing another type of math calculation: the heart wrenching attempt to calculate how in the world he convinced himself that you would settle for him when you could get any guy you want

He should be glad you even gave him a chance for a year.

To be honest, Every day was a struggle for Aone to get out of bed—even weeks later—but he did it because he kind of told himself in some weird pathetically twisted way that you’d find him more attractive if he did; if you saw him as someone who could withstand hurricaines.

At the advice of his friends, when Takanobu would see you in the halls, he’d just look away or walk faster…. Knowing that his heart wouldn’t kill him as much if he only moved rapidly

The only time that was truly difficult was in the class mountain man had with you— the same class you first noticed him in when he defended you against the class snitch—the class where you sat only two seats to his right.

It took everything in mountain man not to stare at you for the entire hour like he’d grown so accustomed to doing, remembering how when you two were dating you’d wink at him when you caught him staring, making him blush profusely

It literally took all of his concentration to stare ahead at the teacher or down, and even then he still slipped up and caught himself enamoured with your side profile and new found quietness, when before you were always chatty… then again whether you could probably speak alien and Aone would still be in love with you.

When he failed to not be captivated by you at least once a day and glanced over at you, Aone kept falling in love over and over again.

His best friend would kill him if he admitted it out loud but Aone couldn’t bring himself not to like you anymore simply because you didn’t like him.

Besides, He’s been in this position before and it never wavered his emotions. Sure, he’s hurt—he is really hurt, but the heart knows what it wants.

You didn’t lose your beauty or perfection, simply because you didn’t want him: Go figure.

His heart just couldn’t take the whirl of opposite emotions. Love and Hurt. Why did you have to be his dream girl? Why couldn’t he think about anything else but you? Why was his biggest dream in life to be your husband, still? This was torture. Pure torture.

Before, Aone used to be sad about it, but when he caught himself staring at you in class and felt like his chest was empty of a heart because it had been shattered in pieces again, he had never been happier that graduation was right around the corner.

At least in University, you wouldn’t be in his classes

Anyway, as usual, Kenji would meet Aone outside of that class everyday, and Kenji couldn’t help notice the look on Aone’s face whenever he left that class. It looked eerily and alarmingly similar to Aone’s face when he was standing in the snow that night.

Fuck.

Things got worse when the teacher announced assigned partners for this small project he wanted the students to work on as a major final project.

As luck would have it, Aone was randomly paired up with his heart & heartbreak: you.

“Hi,” You said quietly as everyone including you swapped seats to sit next to their partners.

Aone just nodded, not trusting his voice....

This was like some awful deja vu.

he’s absolutely screwed

His heart beat 5x faster than normal when you came closer, like always. Mountain man had to let his mind work overtime so that he didn’t just beg you to give him another chance

He felt like the green school tie he was wearing was getting tighter by the second, and this was all so hard for him

You surprisingly took the reins on this small school project, knowing from Kusa that your ex boyfriend wasn’t speaking much lately, which Aone decided he liked you more for.

He was falling harder for the girl who broke his heart. How morbid is this?

The deprecating thoughts persisted.

Yep, he is screwed for life.

When you got answers wrong, Aone would point to it and shake his head kindly, offering his hand for the pencil and then starting to write the correct answers

When he looked down at the paper, you took this opportunity to take in the man’s gorgeous features…

his dark, broody demeanour on such a light palette of colours: the white of his hair, the beige of his skin, the light pink on his cheeks….You wanted to sigh. He really does look like Santa & Mrs. Clause’s son that models for GQ.

Geez, Aone Takanobu is so...................sexy. 🤤

It had been so long that you’d been near him.

All of your nights consisted of thoughts of him. But your days consisted of actively avoiding him, hoping that he let another girl in then hoping that he didn’t

You cried basically every night.......and the only nights you didn’t was when you fell asleep on Group FaceTime with Katana and Kusa.

You missed Aone with ever fibre of your being. But you were doing this for him. He would never break up with you, so you had to.

And while you had to fight back tears at school every time you saw him speaking to another girl because you didn’t know their relationship, all of that only made this moment to admire him when he wasn’t looking more crucial: you had to take advantage of this project and this temporary closeness that you’re basically addicted to.

Because it may just be your last.

Instead of just staring at the background of your iPhone where there displayed a picture of Aone and Perdu, you took this chance to check out this incredibly attractive mountain man in the flesh:

Your eyes roamed unabashedly from the tip of his scribbling pencil over his long, beefy arms: obviously muscular even through his Date Teko jacket....

up to his broad shoulders that were perfect to hold on to during intimate time.....

your eyes cascaded over his neck where his Adam Apple bobbed and made you whisper ‘all man’ in your mind......

up to his pink lips that were pressed together in a straight line.

Those LIPS. YOU’D ALMOST FORGOTTEN. 😩😩😩

you couldn’t help but recall the force and passion behind those heavenly babies on your lips when he was gripping your hips and forcing you down on him in a successful attempt to cause friction on his erection......

Even though you were dead-set on putting Aone first like he deserved, just like he did for you all those years when he crushed on you— sticking to your guns about this breakup so that he could find someone better was absolutely the brutal. Oh god, did you miss him. And oh god, did you want him to grab you and fuck you silly just li—

“Y/N?”

You were pulled out of your daze momentarily when those lips you were staring at called your name in question.

Aone had finished writing down the answers at about the same time your eyes reached his neck on their little journey, and he’d been staring at you staring at him ever since. He realized you didn’t notice he caught you staring, because you probably would have looked away. But like the whipped man he is, even now, he purposely waited to stop you because he liked being stared at by you. It made his cheeks flare up like a cherry and his heart soar. Not to mention when you were staring at his arms, neck and neck you looked one way—but when your eyes stopped on his lips for longer than a minute something in your expression changed—and you were staring at him like:

Which evidently made all the blood from poor Mountain Man’s cherry cheeks waterfall down to his groin. Maybe he had been misreading your look as one that communicated sex, but it was pretty hard to decipher now when his penis was screaming at him for months worth of negligence. Aone’s poor mind went straight to the gutter, wanting to take you and have you sit on his face for hours on end. Holy, shit, you can’t look at him like that! Takanobu had to stop you then, only because his urge to consensually bend you over this desk was getting way too strong way too quickly. He had to remind himself that you broke up with him because you don’t want that with him. So, he reluctantly called your name.

The man had no clue that you would have wanted nothing more than to satisfy him right here and now.

“What? Me!? Ummm yes?!”

“The bell just sounded. We did not get too much done today, but we can continue in class tomorrow. And perhaps meet up outside of class, if you are comfortable with that. We have all week to start.”

All week...? You pretended to ask. So I can continue checking you out until my panties are wet tomorrow too....? Oh God.

It took you a second for your thoughts to catch up to what Aone was actually was saying to you and not Dream-Aone. You forced an excited nod. “Oh. Okay, um.... tomorrow., then. Um, bye.” You smiled at him sheepishly, scurrying out of the class behind all the other students.

***

Five minutes later, Aone remained seated there at his desk. The class was empty. It’s not like he could get up yet with how hard he was currently, anyway, so he was waiting until his member calmed down. When Futakuchi poked his head in the classroom because he was curious as to where his friend was, Aone groaned and threw his head back, covering his agonized face with both hands.

“Uh oh. It’s Y/N, isn’t it? 😒” Futakuchi guessed while walking in slowly. Kenji did not need confirmation, but Aone nodded anyway.

“What did she do this time? Talking to other guys in front of you?”

Aone groaned and shook his head again, still covering his face with his hands.

“……Oi, is she being a bitch? Giving you the cold shoulder or something?”

Another groan and shake of the head from mountain man.

“Wait. Don’t tell me she asked out another—“

“No.”

“Then what is it! Why do you look like you’re about to sink down to the damn floor? What is Y/N doing?!”

Aone spoke through his hands, his smooth voice muffled by his wrists. “She’s being beautiful. I have absolutely no self control around her, Kenji-san, she is the most attractive person I.have.ever.seen. And now we’re partners for the final project. I am so in love with her, and on top of that she—How can I ever get over a girl that looks like that?”

Kenji rolled his eyes, annoyed, but a realist through-and-through.He figured right away the Y/N must have unintentionally turned Aone on in class. That would explain why he’s still sitting down with red cheeks.

Kenji sighed. “Yeah, I do wish Y/N wasn’t so hot. But I mean, you just have to do the project and then we are off to College together and she probably won’t get in with her grades—“

Speaking negatively about the love of Takanobu’s life was a sure fire way to get his erection to soften. Aone should thank his friend. But instead, he groaned once again, shaking his head. “Cheerleading... scholarship.”

Futakuchi deadpanned.

“.......Shit.”

A nod.

“When you look at her for the rest of this project, just imagine it’s like a dead squirrel or something. I can spam your phone with dead squirrel pics all class if that will help.”

Aone sighed, finally removing his hands from his face and sitting upright. His response surprised Kenji, making it known to both of them that this breakup was going to be harder no pun intended than either of them thought. Aone still couldn’t get the visual of you checking him out seductively out of his head, and it was not only making him hard again, it was screwing with his hormones and emotions and just everything, FUCK.

“Send the photos, Futakuchi-san. Please. I have a feeling I will need all the dead squirrels I can get.”

After weeks of feeling depressed, Aone was guiltily able get himself off that night. ✨

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Mountain Man: The Sequel (Post-Nut Clarity) ✨💫

After mountain man arched his back, his entire body trembling due to force of yet another orgasm that had been waiting to be released for months, he discovered something.

He doesn’t need Futakuchi and Kogane’s plane when you are simultaneously Aone’s destroyer and healer.

You are like no other girl he will ever meet in his life. This Aone knows for sure.

This is clear due to the fact that now that Aone is working alongside you for a project, he has been able to crawl out of depression the more time he spends with you, simply because your mere presence made him feel better. THAT says something.

Aone wants to be anything to you but a stranger. It’s the only way his heart stops aching and if all you can give him is a friendship after this project is over, then that was what he would willingly accept

Aone realized that even though he struck out the first time and failed to make you choose a life with him, he had nothing to lose if he tried again.

He just had to prove to you that he’s deserving….somehow.

For years, Aone left his love life and his desire to be with you up to chance..... hopelessly pining after you and being way too shy to ever make a move until you did.

But, tonight’s post-nut clarity changed everything. That old Aone who waited for you to make the first move was long gone. Now replaced by an Aone that goes for what he wants!

And what he wants is you.

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The next morning, the K_nji’s were woken up by the amazing smell of breakfast wafting into their guest rooms at Aone’s house.

They both drug their feet into the kitchen, Kenji tired - Kogane excited…. and they were flabbergasted by the scene they were greeted with. Their jaws dropped and their eyes widened like:

Standing there in his apron, whisking around the kitchen..... was their best friend—the same broken hearted best friend who rarely spoke the past few weeks, who rarely smiled, and who disappeared every chance he got to sulk in his room alone— that same best friend was making breakfast......and whistling.

They’d never heard this giant whistle in their entire lives.

“Aone-san…? Kenji whispered , rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming. Upon hearing his name Aone had just noticed their presence, looking up and smiling only with his eyes.

“Good morning! I made you both breakfast!” Mountain man greeted in a higher tone—still monotone— but the loudest they’d ever heard him speak with.

Futakuchi stuttered. “Aone-san.... wha—why—?”

Takanobu grunted and shrugged.

“I thought I’d do something to commemorate the first day I...... well, the first day I put a plan I have in place.”

“What plan, mom?!” Kogane asked, no longer shocked and digging into the rice. “This tastes amazing…”

Aone chuckled lowly, which is also so out of character for him! Futakuchi’s heart dropped because not only was this the fucking Twilight Zone, for the first time in his life the Justin Bieber look-alike is not able to read his best friend. Futakuchi tried hard, and came up with nothing.

“What is this plan?” The brunette asked apprehensively.

Aone took a second to think about his wording before giving both friends a determined look. The blonde visibly stood straighter, speaking with conviction:

“My plan to take charge of my love life for the first time in my life. In other words, grab a plate and allow me tell you both about my plan to.... to get the girl of my dreams back.”

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goldandlights · 5 years ago

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of cherries and dandelions

aka lil virgin!Jas biting off more than he can chew when he propositions Geralt shortly after Posada :(

rating: explicit pairing: geraskier (pre-relationship? it could be read as casual sex) tags: top!Geralt, bottom!Jaskier, first time, sex toys, communication failure, angst and fluff

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It’s summer in Lyria, a mild and pleasant evening, when Jaskier leans over to Geralt and croons some saucy verse about fucking in his ear. There are no other patrons to entertain in the tavern and the young bard honestly expects nothing but the usual glaring and growling from his sourly companion. Even 2 months into their shared travels, the Witcher seems to barely tolerate his presence. Pity... but hey, Jaskier is working on it.

Geralt is as fine a specimen as he has ever seen; tall, broad and strong , with thick arms and even thicker thighs that make the bardling’s mouth water when he imagines sinking down between them. (And the hair! The eyes! -oh, his eyes… )

Between the power to crush the bones in a human’s body, reflexes so fast he can cut an arrow out of the air and senses so acute they can pick up on a mouse rustling through the underbrush half a mile away, the white-haired Witcher was undoubtedly created to be a finely-tuned killing-machine. But Jaskier can find no trace of fear within himself.

In their time together, Geralt has shown himself to be noble and quietly compassionate above all else, avoiding confrontation and violence to the point where he’d rather leave an inn, meal unfinished and bed paid-for but unused, than defend himself against those who hurl abuse (and sometimes sharp objects) at him.

It’s just not fair and so Jaskier has sworn to do anything in his power to improve the situation.

It also makes the sizzling attraction all the worse.

Not only is Geralt stupidly hot, but he’s also kind and oddly charming and it messes with the poor bard quite terribly. He can’t stop sending winks and overt, suggestive glances Geralt’s way. Can’t stop spewing flirtatious remarks and innuendo. The young man has yet to learn how to be anything other than obvious about his desire but he does already know that confidence is the name of the game.

Still, Geralt is Geralt. Tough and experienced and probably entirely straight .

So even if the mental image of all that juicy bulk pressing him down into the sheets makes Jaskier’s prick twitch and leak, he does not expect his actions to incite a response in the other man at all.

That’s his first misjudgement.

Because when faced with the 5th overt come-on in as many hours, for the 6th week in a row, Geralt huffs, rolls his eyes and- stands up?

“Come on, then,” He says gruffly, already turning towards the stairs and Jaskier’s brain grinds to a sudden, jarring halt.

Wait, what.

He stands frozen, gaping unattractively until Geralt notices his hesitation and turns around with a raised eyebrow.

“Or are you all bark and no bite after all?”

Well.

Barely 18 and still rather fresh out of Oxenfurt, Jaskier has been with a whole lot of three women and sucked cock exactly once . -under the watchful eyes of those that still knew him as Julian there hadn’t been many opportunities to experiment.

Still, the bard had his fingers, fantasies and a lovely little toy pulled from a heap of bits and bobs at a novelty shop in Vizima.

It was maybe 6 inches long with a conveniently flared base and a lovely bulge on the upper half. Add just a bit of oil and it slides in easily, the comfortable stretch setting every nerve alight. Jaskier enjoys having it in, even when he’s not hard or trying to get off, and plays with it whenever he can. It’s just so nice to be full, to clench around it, to dream of his body giving a lover pleasure this way.

Is this the opportunity he’d been waiting for? Possibly. If it is though, it’s fast slipping through his fingers. With a grunt as if to say I knew it , Geralt turns and continues his way up the stairs. Shit.

Gathering all his courage, Jaskier shakes himself out of his stupor and stumbles forwards.

When the door to their room falls shut behind him, the bard is already fully hard, blushing furiously at his own over-eagerness when Geralt takes one look at the tent in his breeches and raises a perfectly shaped brow.

Jaskier knows he mustn’t let the nervous energy twisting in his gut bubble over. The Witcher can smell emotion, at least basic ones like joy or fear, and he’ll notice any uncertainty the bard projects. How would he react? Surely Geralt has no use for an inexperienced bed-partner.

Really, Jaskier feels quite out of his depth. In their tiny room, the burly Witcher is doubly imposing and the bard has no frame of reference for how such things between men are carried out. Deciding it’s best not to lose momentum, he puts his lute down against the wall and steps up to where Geralt is standing next to the bed.

Confidence, Jaskier.

He pushes right into the man’s space and kisses him, forcefully, hands going up to grab at the broad chest he’s been staring at lustily for weeks. Immediately, Geralt is kissing back, huge hands settling on Jaskier’s waist.

Biting and sucking on soft, plush lips, he forces Jaskier back a step, then another, curbing any attempt to crowd the Witcher towards the mattress. The young man, however, is too distracted to worry about the shifting power balance. He has two handfuls of Geralt’s thick, bulging pecs to bind his attention and, oh, they’re tensing deliciously as a growl rumbles from the Witcher’s throat.

“I’m not one of your milk-maids, Jas,” he bites out and the bard finds himself picked up and damn near thrown onto the bed as though he weighs nothing at all.

After two months of yearning and awkward boners, the youthful bardling finally gets his wish of being buried alive under 200 pounds of excitable Witcher, keening and whining as he’s absolutely ravished . Either Geralt also has some sexual frustration to burn through or he’s always that intense -at least it leaves no room for nervousness.

Within minutes, Jaskier’s doublet and undershirt have been shoved off and the Witcher’s face is buried in the hair on his chest, breathing him in, sword-calloused fingers pulling and pinching at the bard’s nipples. Pain transforms into tingling pleasure and Jaskier barely contains a cry.

He had never thought to play with his chest this way; a most grievous oversight. When Geralt’s mouth latches onto one of the stiff little nubs, licking and sucking, eager little mewls start spilling from Jaskier’s mouth. Sweet Melitele . If anything, he seems to be the milk-maid in this scenario.

There’s nothing soft about the body atop of him, nothing that gives to the frenzied clutch of his hands. Geralt has divested himself of his shirt as well and Jaskier runs his hands mindlessly over the skin he can reach, drinking in the unfamiliar sensations of coarse hair and scarring under his fingertips.

The urge to spread his legs like a 3 ducat whore is a bit embarrassing but undeniable. And it’s really not fair when life rewards his shamelessness with a Witcher’s hard belly pushing down onto his prick. Jaskier nearly spills then and there from the friction. He’s so fucking hard and they haven’t even done anything yet.

If Geralt notices the wet spot at the front of his trousers, he doesn’t say anything -which is a rather small mercy overall, considering the thoughtful look the older man levels at Jaskier when he draws back, sitting up between wantonly splayed thighs to examine the young body underneath him.

“Sensitive, are you?” Geralt murmurs, drawing his calloused palms down the length of Jaskier’s quivering body.

They’re warm, so warm as they run along his vulnerable belly and sides. A gentle, soothing pressure which brings momentary respite from the urgent throbbing between Jaskier’s legs. Goosebumps prickle over his skin.

Jaskier moans breathlessly, arching his back as Geralt rubs his thumb over the soft little bump below his navel. It is answer enough.

To distract and discourage further questioning, Jaskier catches one of the Witcher’s thick wrists in one hand and makes grabby motions with the other. Even when not pitted against a Witcher’s heightened senses, Jaskier is a terrible liar. He worries if Geralt starts asking questions, the truth about his previous experience -or lack thereof- will slip out.

He’s in luck though; Geralt looks surprised but simply obliges the wordless demand.

Happily buried under a mountain of Witcher again, Jaskier seeks out his slightly chapped lips for another lovely kiss. It’s addictive. Their mouths meet languidly, and he relishes in the opportunity to card his fingers through the other man’s beautiful white hair.

Geralt, surprisingly, does not protest and does not, for the moment, make any motions towards getting on with the programme. He actually seems quite happy to stay in that position for a bit, simply enjoying the warmth and closeness of their bodies as Jaskier works to calm his racing heart.

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“I want to see you suck my cock.”

Spoken softly into the unexpectedly peaceful silence, Geralt’s murmur is carefully undemanding. His hungrily roaming hands, however, give away the desire hidden underneath. Nodding to the unspoken request, Jaskier lets go of the Witcher’s soft tresses to watch him undress.

That’s when Jaskier realises his second misjudgement of the night.

He knows himself to be quite average in length and girth. With his little glass toy being similarly sized, Jaskier had thus felt quite safe in the belief that, whatever his first proper male conquest was packing, he’d be able to handle it just fine.

Except that nothing about Geralt was ever average. Not his appearance, not his strength and not, apparently, his fucking dick.

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