#i wanted to get this one in before steve got here just so soda can have some... suspicions...

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

A lanky brunette walks into the DX.

His eyes dart around nervously behind a pair of thin-framed glasses, his fingers picking at his nails as he approaches the counter.

"Are you, uh, Sodapop? Curtis?"

He asks, albeit a bit timidly. He gives a small laugh, his eyes finally darting up to meet Soda's.

"My friend's, uh-- told me to, erm,"

He clears his throat, and his hand shoves into the pocket of his jeans. Out from it he pulls a small slip of paper-- presumably with his number on it.

"Here, have this-- Bye,"

The paper is slammed down onto the counter as the boy rushes out of the store.

Soda's eyes flicker up at the boy, but before he can reply, the guy's already gone.

“Ah– uh.” He smiles, picking up the paper. He glances out the window to watch him rush off and laughs a bit to himself.

“Huh. Well, okay then.” He giggles some more, opening up the note and finding the number. “Woah...”

Ding ding!

Curly Shepard comes in, a dog leash and collar in hand. “You said you had a dog, right?”

Soda stares, before quickly nodding and pocketing the note. “Yeah, you're early!” He laughs, going out to the back and picking up the cage, before bringing out Cake.

Curly grins wide at the animal. “Can't believe you wouldn't let Ponyboy keep a pretty dog like that. Your loss, entirely, Curtis.” He takes the dog out of the cage, carefully putting a collar around it's neck. The dog obliges quite surprisingly well.

“Yeah, well, it wouldn't be such an issue if we didn't already have two pets at home.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I do thank ya kindly for takin' 'er.”

Curly nods, petting Cake on the head and saying something to the dog in spanish, which Soda cannot understand. But he can tell it's something sweet, with the way Curly speaks in a higher voice.

Curly clears his throat, before staring up at Soda and puffing his chest out. Playing cool. “Ponyboy doing alright?”

Soda smiles, nodding again. “Yeah, he's alright. No phone calls so far, so... that's a plus.”

Soda can see the way Curly eases up, his shoulders dropping slightly before raising back up in defense.

“Yeah, well, good. He's stupid for getting mixed up with Jennings again. Dumb fuck.” He huffs. “You get our card?”

Soda laughs. “Yeah, I got it, Curly.”

Curly nods back, before looking down at the dog and then back outside. “Okay. Well. Bye.”

Soda waves, and Curly leaves. The time was about 2:45, meaning Steve is right on the way. Soda had that whole schedule memorized, especially now that they were talking again.

Made his mood a little lighter with those two interactions, and with that third thought in mind.

He sat back down behind the counter and waited.

[callme-holly]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠

𝐚/𝐧: am i writing this for myself bc i've been kinda low? yes. yes i am.

Darry Curtis:

Darry is a little caught off guard at first, but the second he sees the pleading look in your eyes, he drops what he’s doing and pulls you close. His arms are strong and secure around you, not letting you go until you move away. He’s incredibly grounding and comforting, making you feel entirely safe.

“I’ve got you, darlin’... You can have as many hugs as you need, alright?” He mumbles into your hair, pulling you tighter as you bury your face into his chest, nodding mutely. His hand runs up and down your back, his fingers tracing slow patterns against your skin, grounding you just the way you need.

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda won't even let you finish your request before he’s pulling you close, his expression soft and his words light. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, and if a simple hug is all you need, he’s happy to deliver. He’ll squeeze you tightly, swaying you side to side.

“You don’t have to ask for a hug, you know?” Soda glances down at you, his arms still laced around your waist. He brushes your hair back, and you shrug. “I know…” You mumble, tucking yourself close once more. “Just needed one.”

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony looks a little surprised but is very quick to comply, opening his arms for you and wrapping you up tightly. His hugs are gentle and soothing, and they always linger for a few moments longer than usual, just so that he can ensure you’re okay.

“You okay?” he asks, not pulling away from you. Your shrug tells him everything he needs to know, and he sighs softly, his hold tightening just a little. “If you need anything, I’m here, okay?” 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny’s hugs are very soft and tentative, not wanting to crowd you unless you want to be held tightly. His presence is incredibly comforting, and sometimes his quiet nature is just what you need. He’ll stay with you, just holding you for as long as you need.

“Come here…” he sighs, his arms always stretched out for you, and you don’t hesitate before stepping towards him, letting him hold onto you. He doesn’t say anything; he just holds onto you tightly, giving you just the right amount of comfort you need.

Dallas Winston:

Dally’s first instinct when he hears your question is to poke fun at you, but the moment he sees the serious look in your eyes, he softens slightly and pulls you into his lap, his arms winding around your waist. He won't say anything when you tuck yourself into him, simply holding onto you tightly, as if shielding you from the world. “You’re lucky I like you, you know that?” Dallas’ tone is light, but there’s no malice behind his words as his fingers idly card through your hair. “I got you, doll. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you.”

Steve Randle:

When you ask, Steve makes a big show of opening his arms wide, acting as if he’s waiting for this moment forever. He doesn’t press as to why you’ve asked for one or about the randomness of the request; he just lets you cling onto him for as long as you need. “Who would’ve thought you’d want a hug from little old me, huh?” he chuckles, rocking you back and forth as you hold onto him “Hush…” you whisper, peering up at him, unable to resist the smile that tugs at your lips.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two is surprisingly serious about your request, keeping his teasing at a minimum. He can see how much you need it and instantly wraps you up in a hug, sitting on the couch with you and peppering your face with gentle kisses.  “Don’t be getting all sentimental on me…” he chuckles, pulling back as he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. You can only shake your head as you hide your face once more, sighing as he pulls you close.

[r0cky-road]

2 am at the lot.

Darry had sent out TwoBit and Steve to go fetch the kid. It was late, way later than his curfew. Darry couldn’t call the police, unless he wanted soda and pony thrown in a boys home, so he sent out two dumbasses to go retrieve him.

“he probably fell asleep at the lot.” Steve suggested, “reading one of those poems and it was so boring he drifted off.”

And so they made their way there, keeping an eye out for any fancy shiny cars full of Socs driving around looking for a fight.

but when they got to the lot the sigh was quite something.

“welp. I found him!” TwoBit chuckled. “And a Shepard!”

Steve let out a laugh too. “Man I wish we had a Polaroid.” He walked up to the two kids and looked back at TwoBit with a smirk before grabbing pony’s ankles and yanking him. He landed flat on the ground and curly stumbled awake as well with the quick movements.

“wake up love birds!” TwoBit hollered as he wheezed loudly into the night.

The two boys groaned and rubbed their faces to get rid of sleep. Pony looked up with a quick head movement and turned scarlet real fast, his ears were practically on fire. Curly looked similar but he was way too tired to genuinely be embarrassed.

“o-….oh hey guys.” Pony stumbled out as he rubbed his neck. “So what are yall doing around here?”

“yeah, why the fuck did ya have to wake me up?” Curly asked with a rash tone, sleep still in his eyes and one of his hands still holding Ponyboy.

“well while yall two were out here goofing around and being all lovey dovey,” Steve commented, making sure to really stick it in the kids’ face. “Your curfew passed and Darrel sent us to come get ya. Just for us to find you and baby Shepard over here cuddling under the starry night.”

“how romantic!” TwoBit commented.

“Ok yall can quit it now.” Ponyboy grumbled as he lifted himself to his feet, pulling curly up with him. “C’mon Curls, you can sleep at my house.”

“oh I can’t wait to tell Pepsi and Superman about this!” Steve said in a sing song voice as TwoBit and him followed the two boys.

“Can it Randle!” Curly hollered, followed by the two older boys snickering.

[fatkish]

The Avengers x Y/N

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[(Y/n) is sick and has been throwing up and is in the living room with the others]

Y/n: I want Bobo

Sam: *handing y/n a bottle of water* who’s Bobo?

*Bucky walks in*

Bucky: okay I got you that soda you like to drink when you’re nauseous, I also got some applesauce and some warm blankets

Y/n: *making grabby hands towards Bucky* Bobo!

Bucky: *snuggles next to y/n* Bobo’s here.

Steve: *lays the warm blankets on y/n and Bucky before setting the soda and applesauce packets on the side table and settling next to y/n* c’mere doll. You want to ask Loki to read to you? Would that help?

Y/n: yes please

Steve: hey Friday, can you ask Loki to come down and read to y/n, they’re sick

Friday: of course

Tony: wait a minute, you’re telling me rock of ages reads to y/n?

Thor: of course, lady/sir y/n says that my brother has a soothing voice and he often reads books to them that they are too lazy to read themselves

*a few minutes later*

Loki: *walks in with a thick book under his arm and sits behind y/n* alright now, where did we last leave off…oh yes, here we go. *proceeds to start reading aloud*

Y/n: *snuggles into Steve, Loki and Bucky while holding a large bowl on their lap and closes their eyes*

——————————————————————————

Natasha: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Tony: Sex.

Pepper: Seriously, answer faster.

Tony: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Pepper: It’s like a giant hug.

Natasha: Y/n, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Y/n: Food.

Natasha: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Y/n: Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Steve: What about you Thor? What would you give up sex or food?

Thor: Oh... um... I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Steve: No, you gotta pick one.

Thor: Um, food... no, sex... no, food... sex... food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want hot people on bread!

——————————————————————————

Thor: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Loki recently.

Y/n: No, Thor, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

Thor: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Y/n: No! You’re the only one for me.

Thor: Is that so?

Y/n: I promise! Loki and I are just dating, okay? He’s my partner.

Thor: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?

Y/n: You are still my one and only best friend! Loki is just the love of my life, nothing more!

Thor: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?

Y/n: Of course bro!

Thor: Bro...

Loki: What the-

——————————————————————————

*y/n is playing Amnesia the horror video game in their room*

Y/n: *is humming the jeopardy theme song*

Steve: *in the living room* has anyone seen y/n

Peter: uh yeah, they’re in their room, why

Steve: I’m just curious, haven’t seen them since yesterday

Y/n: *the amnesia monster appears and starts coming after them* OH FUCK! Oh no! No no no no no no stay away! I’m gonna die

Loki: *had snuck into their room and was hiding*

Loki: *cast an illusion to make himself appear as the monster from the game and slowly creeps up behind y/n*

Y/n: *managed to get away in the game* phew, I’m safe. *takes off their headphones*

Loki: *taps y/n’s shoulder*

Y/n: *looks behind them and screams* Ahhhhhhhh!

Y/n: * falls out of their chair and runs out of their room screaming*

The avengers are in the living room watching y/n run away screaming followed by Loki smiling

Tony: I seriously do not understand their relationship

Thor: Loki is simply getting back at y/n for hiding the Poptarts and blaming him for eating them

Thor: *realizes something* this one may be my fault

Steve: how so?

Thor: I may have gotten a bit upset and possibly thrown my brother out the window…

Bruce: *looks at Thor with that bewildered and slightly horrified look on his face*

Clint: remind me never to eat the last poptart

——————————————————————————

*Y/n, Peter, Scott and Thor are in the living room with pictures of the other Avengers on the TV screen*

*Natasha’s picture comes up*

Y/n: pass

Peter: respectfully pass

Scott: well I’m with Hope so pass

Thor: I still don’t get the point of this game

Scott: Thor, if you’d have sex with the person who’s picture is shown then you say smash, if not then you say pass

Thor: ah! Well lady Natasha is indeed quite the warrior! Smash

*the other avengers walk in*

*a picture of Clint comes up*

Y/n: not gonna lie, if he weren’t married, I’d totally smash

Peter: pass

Scott: pass

Thor: I too would smash

*clint looks shocked at the others but also blushes*

*a picture of Tony comes up*

Y/n: meh, pass. He’s like a dad

Peter: pass

Scott: he’s mean to me, pass

Thor: Smash!

*Tony rolls his eyes*

*a Picture of Steve pops up*

Y/n: Smash! Smash that ass

Peter: smash

Scott: I want him to smash me

Thor: I too would like to smash the captain

*steve is shocked*

*Loki walks in as his picture comes up*

y/n: Smashsmashsmashsmashsmashsmashsmashsmashsmash! SMASH!

Peter: pass?

Y/n: *looks at Peter bewildered* you’d pass on this glorious piece of art!? Look at him! Look at that beautiful face! Tell me you wouldn’t want to see this face breathless and lust driven. I don’t care if he’s on top or bottom, he can blow my back out any day.

Scott: *whispers* smash

Thor: y/n, you find my brother attractive?

Y/n: yesssssss!

Loki: *walks up behind y/n with a smug look on his face* is that so darling?

Y/n: *turns around and faints upon seeing Loki*

Loki: oh dear, are they dead?

——————————————————————————

*y/n and Peter are in the living room inside of a inflatable kiddie pool filled halfway with water wearing swimsuits. Both of them are wearing snorkels and goggles and are laying on their stomachs.*

Tony: *enters the room and sees Peter and y/n* what the hell are they doing?

Scott: I have no idea but honestly I feel the same

Steve: it’s -5 degrees Fahrenheit outside and these two are laying on their stomachs in a kiddie pool

Tony: how long have they been like that?

Scott: I don’t know, they were like this when I got here

Steve: and how long have been here?

Scott: thirty minutes give or take?

Tony: alright, that’s it, I’m pulling the plug on whatever this is

Clint: *from the vents* it’s fine! The kids are just trying to pretend it’s summer. They’re trying to pray the snow away and bring back tolerable temperatures

Steve: how long have they been doing this?

Clint: *from the vents* 7 hours

Tony: Jesus, I’m getting them out. *taps on y/n and peter’s shoulders* C’mon you two, out.

Peter: *lifts his head and removes the snorkel* but mister stark

Tony: no, no buts. Get out.

Peter and y/n: awwww *gets out*

Tony: and clean this up

——————————————————————————

*y/n comes running into the living room with a box that’s taped up*

Y/n: it’s here! It’s here! *sets the box on the coffee table and proceeds to open it*

Tony: what’cha got there kiddo?

Y/n: *pulls out an old creepy doll* This is Bella-Ann and she’s supposed to be haunted

Clint: yeah nope, I’m not staying anywhere near that thing

Tony: oh come on Legolas, it’s not real

Y/n: Bella killed her last owner, supposedly…

Steve: why would you want that?

Y/n: cause it only cost me 2 dollars and the seller promised it was haunted

Tony: yeah no, I’m calling the wizard. *calls Strange*

Dr. Strange: *picks up and is clearly annoyed* what is it this time?

Tony: y/n bought a supposedly haunted doll

Dr. Strange: and why are you calling me?

Y/n: uh, Tony?

Tony: not now y/n

Y/n: Tony!

Tony: what?!

Y/n and Steve: *hiding behind the couch*

Y/n: *whispers* the doll has a knife*

The doll: *is standing and holding a knife*

Tony: *to Strange* yeah there’s definitely something wrong with the doll, it’s got a knife and is currently chasing y/n*

Y/n: *running from the doll* help me!

Dr. Strange: *sighs and opens a portal* fine

——————————————————————————

*y/n comes skipping into a meeting*

Y/n: Balls in holes! Who wants to put ball in holes?!

Fury: excuse me?

Steve: language!

Y/n: aww ain’t anyone wanna play skee-ball, I’ve got tickets

Tony: y/n, we’re in a meeting

Sam: I’d love to but we’re kinda busy

Y/n: fine, I’ll go play with myself

Steve: you hear what you’re saying right?

Natasha: don’t bother, they’ve been hanging out with Deadpool

——————————————————————————

[steddieas-shegoes]

a stranger's advice

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event 'Good Fortune'

using prompt 7: a single kind word can keep one warm for years + mouth + 48, 13, 46, 27, 31, 18

rated m | 1408 words | cw: implied sexual content kinda | tags: modern au, different first meeting, flirting, eventual famous corroded coffin, eventual rock star eddie munson, sound mixer steve harrington, strangers to lovers

🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️🎚️

Eddie’s giving up.

They’ve done all they can do.

Jeff’s dad is threatening to cut him off entirely if he doesn’t go to college and Gareth’s mom calls him crying twice a week, worried he’s gonna end up homeless or in rehab. Gareth’s never touched a drug or more than a single beer in his life and works harder than any of them, but he’s tired of telling her that. Frankie doesn’t have the same passion they have; He’s just there as the guy who answered an ad for a bassist.

No record label wants them, most larger venues don’t want to pay what it would cost for them to get there, and the smaller venues are getting less crowded as more people flock to arenas and stadiums to see big name bands. They aren’t as good as they thought they were and Eddie has to accept that.

He’s feeling sorry for himself in the hallway of this record company first, though.

The other guys already shook hands with everyone, patted Eddie on the shoulder, and left. He’s alone now, and he’ll be alone for the rest of his life.

“Waiting for a ride?” A man asks from in front of him.

Eddie looks up and sees someone he vaguely recognizes as the assistant who sat in on their unsuccessful meeting 18 whole minutes ago. He’s stunning in the way that someone way outside of Eddie’s league usually is, but damn if he doesn’t get stuck looking anyways.

The man raises a brow and crosses his arms.

“Uh, no. Sorry. I have one. Just needed a minute.”

The man nods and then uncrosses his arms, sighing.

“You want some advice?”

“Not sure if it’ll do me any good. My band’s done. I’m nothing without them,” Eddie lets himself sound as pitiful as he feels.

“A 13 track demo is too much. Most places aren’t listening to more than five songs at all, and that’s only if they’re impressed by the first two. You guys sound great, and clearly have passion, but it’s not heard by the people who need to hear it,” the man says despite Eddie’s warning.

Eddie is a bit distracted by the way his mouth forms words, like he’s trying to hide an accent. This is LA. A lot of transplants from the south and Midwest don’t like people to know.

“And you know this as the assistant?” Eddie asks and wishes he didn’t.

“I’m the sound mixer. The assistant is out and they asked me to fill in. But I’ve seen how this goes enough to see that you guys have everything right except the part you need,” he gives a small smile. “Cut down the tracks and you’ll be set. You’ve got an amazing voice. Don’t give up yet.”

The man walks away before Eddie can say thank you or ask any follow up questions like ‘do you want to come home with me?’ or ‘does your hair naturally swoop like that or is there product doing the job?’

Eddie decides to head out, waits nearly 31 minutes for an Uber, which is ridiculous when he’s staying in a hotel less than 10 minutes from the building. The guys are at the hotel bar when he arrives, sipping on sodas instead of mixed drinks like they deserve.

“Give me one more shot,” he begs.

They look at each other. They look back at him.

“One more,” Jeff agrees as they all nod.

~~~~~

“Can’t believe there’s 46,000 people here!” Eddie yells as he’s running off the stage.

There aren’t exactly 46,000 people watching them; That number is closer to 27,000. But there are 46,000 tickets sold for this particular event, which means that 46,000 people have seen Corroded Coffin’s name on a ticket stub or event guide. It’s more than he ever expected to know about them.

He’s so excited about the set they just played, he nearly runs right into a guy in nice jeans and a sweater. It’s too fucking hot for a sweater.

The guy grabs Eddie’s arms to steady both of them and Eddie looks up and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, it’s you.”

“It’s me,” the man replies, smirking at Eddie’s surprise. “Had to see what our label missed out on in person.”

The other guys are rushing past him, probably to get to the green room for drinks and snacks. They never eat before a show, and when they’re done, they’re ravenous.

The man hasn’t let him go yet. He could. Eddie’s balance is fine, his initial adrenaline is crawling to a normal level, and he isn’t gonna suddenly run into anyone else.

“Your advice worked,” Eddie says.

The man nods, knowing smile on his face. “I’m glad you listened to me.”

“It wasn’t just your advice though,” Eddie admits. “I mean, it definitely helped! But you actually saw talent. We were feeling kinda down about how good we were and you made me realize that it’s probably not our talent that’s the problem. We’re good. We’ve been good. We just didn’t know how to show that to the right people.”

“There’s 48 bands here this weekend, you know?” The man asks, as if that’s a normal response to anything Eddie just said.

“Um, yeah. I know.”

“We represent 47 of them.”

Eddie’s brows practically leave his forehead. “But…”

“I insisted they get you guys on the lineup when I saw the options available. And I couldn’t pass up another opportunity to talk to you.”

Eddie feels like he might pass out, which could definitely be from dehydration or overheating, but could also be the very hot man in front of him kind of flirting with him?

“Sorry, I think I’m having a stroke. I don’t even remember your name. You’ve just been Hot Man in my head for four years,” Eddie manages to get out, feeling his cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of his outburst.

Hot Man laughs, throws his head back and everything, like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Steve. I’m Steve,” he says when he’s calmed down.

“Steve.” Eddie likes the way his name sounds coming from his own lips. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” he laughs again, quieter, more fondness sneaking in.

“Well, Steve, would you like to join me for a drink in the green room? I hear the lead singer of Corroded Coffin requested only the finest PBR,” Eddie gestures towards the steps leading off the stage. “Or perhaps you’d enjoy a vodka soda.”

“I’d love to,” Steve giggles. Eddie feels like he’s won something. “But I am technically working for a few more hours.”

“Oh,” Eddie swallows around the disappointment. “Right. Okay.”

“But I’m staying at the Marriott down the road. If you wanted to meet for dinner later?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Definitely. For sure.” Eddie groans at his awkward excitement, but Steve is giggling again. Hearing a hot man giggle like this just does something to his brain.

“Great. Here’s my number. Text me so I have yours,” Steve hands over a business card and Eddie ignores his dick twitching in his too-tight pants. “See you tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth feels dry as he nods.

Steve is already gone when he finally thinks of something to say, so he groans and makes his way to the green room, where the guys are all spread out across the couches placed haphazardly around.

“Where’d you go?” Gareth asks him before he takes a sip of his water. He’s still a one and done drinker and Eddie loves him for it.

“Got a date,” Eddie shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“A date?!” Frankie asks, nearly spilling his beer.

“Don’t act so surprised, man. I date!”

“You haven’t ‘dated’ anyone since high school.”

“Haven’t felt like I needed to. I was busy getting us famous,” Eddie smirks, finds a beer in the fridge, and settles on a chair. “It might just be one date anyway. He’s probably a busy guy and I’m not sure I’m really his type.”

“Yeah, right. If he’s here, you’re his type,” Jeff laughs.

Everyone moves on quickly, which is a blessing for Eddie because he gets lost in thoughts about Steve pretty much immediately.

In the years they spent trying to make it, only one person ever gave him helpful advice. Only one person spoke of his talent and made him feel like they could still make it.

And now he had a date with him.

[ordinary-barbie]

coming attractions.

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2k words

tags: oral (fem receiving), swearing, pet names (“babe” and “baby”), degradation (Billy calls reader a "slut"), nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, basically horny Billy deserves his own warning, Billy has a big dick, modern!au, slight spoilers for the movie Game Night (sorry)

summary: when you invite Billy over to watch a movie, he's not expecting you to, you know, actually watch the movie. But once the credits roll, you're gonna be in for it...

18+ only—minors do not interact!

You were absolutely buzzing with energy right now, and it's all because of him: Billy Hargrove.

You'd met Billy through Steve Harrington, a mutual friend, and were instantly smitten with this charming, foul-mouthed man. The two of you had gone on a few dates, and you finally felt comfortable enough to have him over at your apartment. You texted him, trying to be cool and casual as you asked him if he wanted to come over and watch a movie, and you were over the moon when he'd accepted. The two of you set a date: Friday night, 8 p.m.

Tonight was the night, and you were scurrying around the place, ensuring that everything was perfect. An assorted array of delightful movie theater snacks? Check. Ice-cold sodas chilling in the cooler? Double check. Appropriate movie choice (Game Night, a movie that, as it turns out, you and Billy both adored)? Checkity-check-check. Now all you had to do was anxiously wait for the guest of honor to arrive.

When you got an "im here" text from Billy, your stomach did Olympic-level backflips. You silently told yourself to be calm and cool, but who were you kidding? This was Billy Hargrove, a man who was so hot that it almost hurt to look at him sometimes. There was no chill, only the illusion of nonchalance.

You opened the door and there he was, looking like an absolute dream in only a white T-shirt and jeans. He grinned lazily, holding a bottle of Prosecco in one hand. "Hey there, princess," he purred.

You eyed the bottle and snorted. "Billy, I told you, you didn't need to bring anything over."

"And I didn't listen," Billy simply replied. You shook your head, smiling, and invited him in. You kicked the door closed behind Billy, locking up while he put the wine on your kitchen counter.

"If you want snacks or drinks, I got 'em all stocked up," you informed Billy. "We can start the movie whenever."

You sat down on the couch and Billy flopped down next to you. He examined the assortment of snacks you'd laid out on the coffee table, lighting up once he noticed the family-size bag of Nerds Gummy Clusters.

"I remember you saying how obsessed with them you are," you explained, looking at Billy fondly.

“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ amazing you are?” Billy asked, his voice warm with affection.

“Yeah…but I don’t mind hearing it again,” you teased, giving Billy a peck on the cheek.

-

Things were going pretty swell, if you did say so yourself. You and Billy were cuddled up, enjoying your snacks and cackling at the movie’s jokes as if you were hearing them for the first time.

And then Billy started kissing your neck.

“Billy, no,” you moaned, trying your best to keep your composure. “I wanna watch the movie.”

“Baby, come on,” Billy whined, mouthing at your collarbone. “I thought this was gonna be, like, a ‘Netflix and chill’ kinda thing.”

“But Annie just shot Max in the arm!” you protested, not moving from the screen. “It’s really starting to get good now.”

Billy pouted. “But babe, I’m horny.”

You giggled. “Billy, I didn’t put effort into this magical movie-watching experience for us to just go fuck instead.”

“Fine, we can watch the damn movie,” Billy acquiesced, letting out a dramatic sigh. You grinned smugly, knowing that Billy was such a softy for you that he would fold like a house of cards.

“But baby? Just wait until it’s over,” he whispered lowly in your ear, sending a shiver throughout your body.

-

The rest of the movie night went smoothly. Billy kept his hands to himself, and both of you could just relax and enjoy the comedic hijinks. You could get used to this—weekly movie dates with Billy wrapped up in his warm embrace and eating copious amounts of junk food.

"That was so fun," you said, stretching your legs once the credits started to roll. "We should definitely do this again!"

"Definitely," Billy agreed, looking at you hungrily. You blinked, confused, until you remembered: Billy must be pent-up after you rebuffed his advances earlier. Oh, you were in for it now.

You and Billy had definitely done stuff but hadn't made it to home base, so to speak. You sat back down and squeezed your thighs together, looking at Billy with wide-eyed anticipation.

A lazy grin stretched across Billy's face. "C'mere, baby," he said, patting his lap.

You obliged, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. He cradled your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. God, you didn't think you'd ever get tired of feeling Billy's lips on yours. They were so soft, and they kissed like an absolute champion.

Soon, Billy's hands started roaming, feeling up your tits through your t-shirt and cupping your ass. You quickly shed your shirt and bra, allowing him to grope the flesh of your breasts.

"These fuckin tits," he muttered, before wrapping his lips around your left nipple and sucking. You moaned wantonly, arching your back for him. He soon switched to the other nipple, holding your right breast with one and snaking the other one into your sweats, pumping his fingers into your needy cunt, already sopping wet for him.

Billy released his lips from your boobs, chuckling darkly. "Well well, would you look at that? Someone's feeling a bit needy, hm?"

He continued fingering your pussy and you moaned at the sensation, your walls clamping down around his digits.

"Shit, baby—you're so tight for me. Can't wait to feel this around my cock," Billy said, grunting with pleasure.

You felt something stirring in your stomach, approaching your high as Billy stroked your clit again and again. "Billy, I—I'm—I'm close."

"Atta girl," Billy encouraged you. "Soak my fingers, baby."

You whimpered, relishing the pressure of his thick fingers inside of you. He curled two fingers, pumping them in and out of you, and that’s when the dam broke. You came with a cry, clenching down hard on his fingers and writhing in his lap.

Billy pulled his hand out of your pants, licking off your glistening slick while you came back down to earth, dealing with the aftershocks. He shut his eyes and moaned, acting like he’d just consumed the most delicious five-star meal.

“Pants off. Now,” Billy commanded, kissing the shell of your ear.

You’d never gotten undressed so quickly in your life. You flung your sweats and underwear to some corner of the apartment—you’d worry about finding them later.

"You wanna take this to the bedroom?" you asked Billy. "I'd rather not get cum on this couch, no offense."

"Lead the way, princess," Billy drawled.

You took him by the hand, leading him to your room. Once you were both inside, Billy's mouth was on yours again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Billy walked towards your bed, dropping you on top of it.

"Spread those legs for me, gorgeous," Billy growled. As soon as you opened up for him, Billy's mouth was on your cunt, lapping at it like a man who was dying of thirst. He alternated between normal licks and flattening his tongue as he pumped it in and out of your opening. You gasped at the feeling of Billy's tongue on your clit, curling your toes. It felt like every nerve ending in your body was on fire in the best way.

"Billy, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, your legs moving to clamp down on either side of Billy's head. You saw stars as you orgasmed again, coating Billy's face with your juices.

Billy licked his lips, grinning devilishly. "Goddamn, baby. Pussy always tastes so good f'me."

You felt like floating. To say that Billy was good at eating pussy seemed like an understatement. No other man had been able to eat you out like that—Billy ought to teach a TED Talk on the subject.

Billy fished around in his pocket, pulling out a shiny metallic wrapper. "It's okay, I'm on the pill," you assured him.

Billy grinned, putting the condom back in his pocket. "And I'm clean; I just got tested. Haven't fucked anybody else since I met you, baby."

That stirred something in your belly. You and Billy hadn't made things officially official yet, but it felt good to know that you were the only woman on his mind.

"Take your clothes off, please," you begged Billy, jutting out your lower lip.

Billy chuckled deeply before quickly ridding himself of his clothes. You let out a breath, gawking at Billy in all of his naked glory. Of course, he was buff—his gym escapades were well documented on his Instagram stories—but what you weren't expecting was his dick, massive and fully erect, leaking with precum. Your mind was racing, wondering how that was even going to fit.

"Like what you see?" Billy asked smugly. You bit your lip, suddenly finding it difficult to look at him.

"Billy—I'm not gonna lie, I don't know how it's gonna fit," you admitted, anxiety pooling in your gut.

Billy softened his gaze, though he was still smirking slightly. "Gonna make it fit, baby. Don't worry 'bout it."

Billy got on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, starting with your neck. He caressed your inner thighs, leaving little pecks. Then Billy rubbed your hip to soothe you and ease your nerves.

"Gonna put just the tip in at first, all right?" Billy informed.

He slowly eased his tip inside, eliciting a whine from your lips. Billy continued to slowly push inside of you, stretching out your walls, until his cock was fully ensconced in your warm cunt.

Billy called out your name, moaning with pleasure. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet and warm inside—might never pull out." You keened, relishing how full he felt inside you but wanting more. Your nerves seemed to vanish as lust started to cloud your brain.

Billy hummed, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. You let out a cry as Billy continued to thrust into you, hitting your G-spot just right.

"Billy—ah!���feels so good," you sobbed, filled to the brim with pleasure. "I'm so close."

"Yeah? You're taking me so well, baby, like a good little slut. Want you to cum all over my cock," Billy murmured, snapping his hips as he sped up his movements. You whimpered, clenching down on Billy's cock as you fell apart for him.

"Gonna cum," Billy warned, gripping your hips. "Got a huge load for you, baby."

Billy released inside you with a grunt, filling you up with his warm, thick cum. You sighed, feeling fucked out and content.

Billy didn't pull out right away, opting to keep his dick nestled in your warm pussy. You didn't let guys cockwarm you, but you would make an exception for Billy, especially after an evening of mind-blowing sex.

"You're mine," Billy murmured, pulling you close to him and kissing your neck.

"Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Hargrove? What a gentleman," you teased, gazing fondly at Billy.

Billy snorted, rolling his eyes. "Just say yes, will ya?"

You decided to mess with him a little. "What makes you think I want to say yes? Did you think the sex was that good?"

Billy flashed you a cocky Cheshire Cat grin. "Obviously. And you're fuckin' hot. But it's more than that. I hate getting all sappy and shit but—I really like you, okay? You're funny and sweet and I like having you around."

You could've melted right then and there. "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend, you big goof," you said, nuzzling into the side of his neck. Billy hummed contentedly, rubbing your back.

"Hey Billy?" you asked, trying your best to fight the sleepiness that was taking over you.

"Yeah?" Billy muttered, softly kissing your shoulder.

"I gotta pee,” you shyly admitted. “And take a shower.”

Billy let out another dramatic groan but pulled out of you anyway and let you get out of bed, leering at you as cum dripped down your thighs

“Want some company?” Billy flirted. “For the shower, not the toilet. Obviously.”

You giggled, playfully shoving Billy’s shoulder before you disappeared into the bathroom. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“Only for you, baby,” Billy joked. “Only for you.”

[your-unfriendlyghost]

this is such an open request BUT you should do anything to do w steviepop we need more of them

Finally I’m writing Ponyboy discovering Steviepop lol. It’s been discussed before on here, by myself and plenty of others, but I don’t think anyone’s written a full thing for it yet, so here we are lol!

Will cross post to Ao3 soon as this is up lol

-

 Ponyboy freezes at the porch, hand hovering over the doorknob.

  Through the window, Soda’s on the couch kissing a girl. 

  That wouldn’t be so strange on its own- sure, Soda usually has the tact to keep all the girl-kissing to his bedroom, but it’s not unheard of- except for one detail.

  He’s kissing Evie.

  Steve Randle’s girl.

  Soda’s best friend’s girl.

  “Holy shit,” Curly Shepard whispers, eyes wide as dinner plates.

  Pony blinks, making sure he’s seein’ this right.

  Evie’s on top of Soda, and Pony can’t think of anyone else who has long curly chestnut-colored hair like that, so he knows it’s gotta be Evie. Beyond that, her arm, which is wrapped around Soda’s neck, is covered in freckles. No other brown-skinned girl Pony’s met has freckles like Evie.

  “No way he’s kissin’ Randle’s gal!” Curly exclaims, nudging Ponyboy as if he has somehow missed it. “What’d Randle do to piss him off, ya think?”

  “She’s probably forcin’ him?!” Ponyboy tries to rationalize.

  “Oh he sure don’t look forced!” 

  Sure enough, Soda’s kissing back just as hard. His hands are on Evie’s waist under her blouse, and he’s got a look on his face that Ponyboy’s never wanted to see on his brother.

  “But- but Steve…” Pony stutters.

  How could Soda do this?! How could he sit there necking his best buddy’s girl?!

  “They must’ve broken up, right?!” Ponyboy offers, running a sweaty hand through his hair.

  “No way…I saw her with Randle just earlier today, holdin’ hands at the DX,” Curly insists.

  Pony swallows. “Shit…oh shit.”

-

  Ponyboy swings the door of the DX store open, bells jingling. 

  “What’re you doin’ here?” Steve asks, his dark eyes narrowed. He’s chewing bubblegum, and leaning on the counter by the register. “Soda ain’t ‘round, and babies don’t get no discount.”

  Ponyboy bites back a scowl. Maybe Steve deserves to have his girl two-time him with Soda, he thinks for a second.

  “I know,” Ponyboy says, lowering his voice. “I ain’t lookin’ for Soda. I’m lookin’ for you.”

  Steve wrinkles his nose. “...Why?” 

  Ponyboy looks around, confirming that the place is empty of listening eyes. “D’ya have a break comin’ up? It’s…sorta serious,” he murmurs.

  Steve frowns, eyebrows raising. “Serious?” he repeats, voice losing its hard edge. “Are you in trouble?” he says, eyes flicking to the door. Quieter, he says “You ain’t in another…murder wrap, are ya?”

  “No, nothing like that. It’s about…” Ponyboy swallows, stomach turning. How can he betray Soda like this, Soda who he loves, Soda who gets him in a way no one else does?! 

  But he’s gotta. It isn’t fair to Steve.

  Ponyboy sighs. “...It’s about uh…Soda.”

  Bemused, Steve wrings his hands. “Shoot, Pony, I ain’t got a break comin’ up, just closin’ time in half an hour. What’s up with Soda?”

  Ponyboy tries to answer, but his mouth is dry. 

  “He ain’t in…trouble, is he? Is he okay?” Steve says, brows drawing together. The waver in his voice does a lousy job of hiding his concern. God, it kills Ponyboy, hearing Steve so worried about Soda, about his best friend- and Ponyboy’s never much liked the guy, but Steve clearly cares so much about Soda. He wonders for the thousandth time today how the hell Soda could do this to Steve?

  Soda, who held Steve at night when his old man kicked him out- Ponyboy wasn’t supposed to see that, but he’d needed water, and he’d seen the two of them on the couch, Steve’s head on Soda’s chest, curled up close and crying. Soda had been whispering things that Ponyboy couldn’t make out and stroking Steve’s hair, trying to sooth him. When he’d caught sight of Pony, he’d tilted his head back at the hall authoritatively, and Pony had ran back  to his room as fast as he could…

  God, Pony can’t imagine that. How can you care about someone enough to hold him, hug him, cry with him and care for him, but also fall for his girl?!

  “Yeah, yeah, Randle, Soda’s okay,” Ponyboy says, feeling like the worst person in the world. “Everyone is okay, physically. But there’s a problem you should know about…” he trails off. What if Steve can’t forgive Soda? What if Soda loses his best friend because of Ponyboy?!

  “Well spit it out, Racehorse,” Steve says sarcastically.

  “Look I don’t know how to say this, and I don’t really know what’s happening, and I coulda seen wrong- But Steve, yesterday I saw…I saw Soda and Evie neckin’ on the couch.” Ponyboy says, closing his eyes tight. He doesn’t wanna see the look that’ll be on Steve’s face. He can’t. 

  “Oh…yeah…” Steve says finally. And he doesn’t sound distraught, just…unsure…? Ponyboy opens his eyes to get a better look at him. 

  Steve doesn’t look surprised. His eyes are squinted like he’s trying to pick words to say, and he’s still smacking on his pink bubblegum. It’s like Ponyboy told him that the highschool isn’t doing wrestling this year or something- mildly concerning, but ultimately not connected at all to Steve personally.

  “That’s…your Evie, I mean,” Ponyboy clarifies, waiting for some reaction.

  Steve nods. “Yeah, Einstein, what other Evies do we know?” he says, without any real heat. “Uh…I ‘ppreciate your tellin’ me, ‘n all,” he says, fiddling with a pen behind the counter. “I guess that musta been hard for ya, so.”

  Ponyboy frowns. Yeah, it was, but that’s…not the takeaway he expected at all.

  “Ain’t you gonna…say somethin’?” Pony says, in a small voice.

  Steve takes a deep breath, glancing at the back office. “Uhm…yeah…somethin’. Right.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Look, kid, I uh…I kinda know…about that,” he says, speaking haltingly.

  Ponyboy blinks incredulously. Steve Randle once yelled at him for breathing too loud, and yet he’s this calm about his girlfriend cheating on him?!

  “...What?” Ponyboy says.

  Steve sucks his teeth. “Yeah…no, we have um…well. You know, Evie’s always dug your brother, and with Sandy outta the picture…uh…shoot. No, I mean…er…” he stammers, nervous in a way Pony has never seen him be before. “I ain’t tellin’ this well,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. He sighs. “Look, Ponyboy, you can’t be tellin’ anyone ‘bout this, okay? Because it’s sorta a secret…” he trails off.

  “What is it?!”

  Steve looks at the office again, making sure the manager can’t hear him. “Okay kid, you wanna know the score?” he says, voice dropping to a whisper. He leans closer. “I’ll tell ya the score: Your brother, Evie, and me have a bit of an…arrangement…with each other,” he explains, waving his hand back and forth. “We both dig Evie, ‘n she digs us, so…”

  “You share her?!” Pony whisper-shouts.

  Steve cringes. “I mean- I guess that’s a way of puttin’ it,” he says reluctantly. “But it ain’t quite…like that…” he frowns, righting himself. “Look, I dunno what Soda wants his kid brother to know, okay? An’ frankly, I dunno how much I think you gotta know. So…ask him about it, yeah?”

  “But you’re…okay with this?!”

   “Yeah,” Steve says, eyes half-lidded. He smiles dopily. “I’m real okay with it,” he murmurs.

  Ponyboy leans back, getting mental images that he doesn’t like. He’s probably nuts, but for a second, he wonders- do Steve and Soda share…each other, too?! 

  He shoves the thought outta his head fast, because Soda can’t be a queer. Ponyboy would know if his brother was queer…wouldn’t he? And Steve can’t be either- he’s so tough,  so…so…indelicate. …Right?

  But then again…Ponyboy never thought Steve would be okay with sharing his girlfriend, either…so maybe he doesn’t know anything at all.

  He leaves the DX feeling dazed, with one thought on his mind- What the hell just happened?!

-

  “Hey Pepsi-Cola, get this- your kid brother’s onto us,” Steve says, walking into Evie’s room. He trades his work shirt for one of the sweatshirts he’s left on the floor of her closet.

  Soda and Evie both look at him, Soda looking nervous and Evie amused. “What?”

  “You heard me,” Steve says, sprawling out across their thighs so his head’s in Soda’s lap and his shoulders and torso are on Evie’s. “He stopped by today, told me he’d seen yous twos- an’ I quote,” he smirks, “Neckin’ on the couch.”

  Soda flushes, cursing under his breath. “The lil’ jerk saw that?!” he says, but his voice is drenched in that sickening affection it always is when talking about his little brother. 

  “Maybe he heard it. You’re pretty loud,” Evie says, wiggling her sharp eyebrows.  

  “Aw, shuddup,” Soda says, trying and failing to stifle a smile.

  “No, no, she’s right,” Steve grins pointedly. Soda sticks out his tongue and rests his hand on Steve’s face. 

  “But seriously,” Soda says, paleing, “Ponyboy saw us?”

  “Yeah. Poor kid was freakin’ out, too,” Steve says, shaking his head. “He felt real bad about tellin’ me, you could tell he didn’t wanna expose ya, but he said he thought I oughta know.”

  “And what’d you tell him?” Evie asks, poking his side. 

  Steve chews his lip. “Well, to tell ya the truth, I didn’t rightly know what to say. Didn’t think you wanted him to know about uh…our whole deal, an’ all, Soda.”

  “But what’d ya tell him?” Evie prods, squeezing his hand.

  Steve shrugs, or at least as much as he can lying down. “I told him that the three of us have…an arrangement, ‘cos me an’ you,” he nods at Soda, “both like you,” he says, squeezing Evie’s hand back. “The kid couldn’t get his head ‘round the fact that I’m okay with it,” he adds, chuckling. 

  “Well, to be fair, you get pretty jealous sometimes, buddy,” Soda teases, ruffling his hair.

  “Only of other folks,” Steve defends. Yeah, he’d be real jealous seein’ Soda or Evie flirting with a guy or girl who isn’t him. But when it’s with each other, it just feels…right, or something. Like things are exactly how they should be, and everything is lovely, even on the east side. “Anyhow,” Steve says, “I told him he oughta ask you about it, because I wasn’t sure how much ya wanted me to say.”

   Soda hums. “Well gee, Steve, that’s tough. I dunno how much you wanna say. ‘Cos he finds out I’m…queer, then he finds out you ain’t so solid neither.”

  Steve swallows. Glory, he knows that. He knows it well. 

  The thing is, he’s not queer, really. Not exactly. Not like those flits at the bars in New York or San Francisco. Not like those men who dressed like women. He’s not- he’s not like them. He doesn’t care about the looks of other guys, he doesn’t give a damn about abs or muscles if they ain’t his own.

  It’s just…Soda. 

  God, he just. He can’t help loving Soda. He can’t. He tried not to, Lord knows he tried not to, but he does. He loves how Soda looks, how Soda talks, how Soda can make him melt with just a smile. He loves how Soda’s grin’s a little crooked and how his dimples are deeper on one side than the other. Ever since he was a kid, all he’s ever wanted is to run away with Soda, get outta Tulsa, and drive ‘round together forever.

   But then, he’d never cared much for girls either, not until Evie. Sure, he’d torn through those Playboy magazines with Johnny and Dally, and yeah, he’d watched those Marilyn Monroe flicks with Two-Bit, but he never got how they could really get anything outta it. He figured he just wasn’t wired to jack off normal-like.

  But when Evie first touched him, it was like he’d discovered a whole new feeling. Like he’d been seeing in black and white, and she’d turned it technicolor. She’d sat on his lap in the drive-in, and suddenly he understood what Dally meant when he told him about his exploits. 

  Except it wasn’t fully new, either. He’d felt something like that for years around Soda. 

  But he didn’t dig too deep into it, because that was just…Soda. 

  It’s like Steve can only love Soda and Evie, and no other guy or gal in all the world. So he isn’t…that queer. Not really…not exactly. And so…yeah, he isn’t totally sure he wants Ponyboy to think of him like…that…

  But he doesn’t wanna pretend he doesn’t love Soda either. 

  Steve sighs. “…Just tell the kid the truth, I guess.”

  Soda smiles, very slightly. “Really?”

  “Before I change my mind, wise guy,” Steve growls, but he doesn’t really mean it. 

  He loves Sodapop Curtis and Evie Peterson, and he wants the whole world to know it. But considering the context…he’ll settle for just Ponyboy.

  -

  “Hey, Pony?” Soda says in a hushed voice as he slinks into their shared bedroom. Ponyboy’s seated at his desk, drawing doodles on his homework, and he glances up.

  “Hey, Sodapop,” he greets, trying to sound casual. Like he didn’t just find out Soda and Steve had been secretly dating the same girl, and like he didn’t think that was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard.

  “How was your day?” Soda asks hesitantly.

  “It was…okay,” Pony says, not wanting to be the one to mention the elephant in the room. “So you uh…went out tonight again, I see? How was that?”

  “Oh yeah, it was nice,” Soda nods, “Real nice. Hung out at the gal’s house, talked about uh…life and stuff. Turns out she digs horses too, only she learned English style, not Western,” Soda says, shrugging off his jacket. 

  “So ya talked about horses. How’d…Steve like that?” Pony prompts. Soda freezes for just a fraction of a second, but then he’s flopping onto the bed like nothing’s the matter.

  “He didn’t love it,” Soda says, grinning, “but just you wait, we’ll make a cowboy of him yet.”

  “You an’…Evie?” Pony says finally. 

  “…Yes,” Soda says, propping himself up on his elbow, “me an’ Evie.” He’s still smiling, but his expression has grown just a hint guarded.

  “So Steve wasn’t lyin’. Y’all do…share her,” Pony mutters.

  “No, he wasn’t,” Soda nods. “But y’know…that ain’t the full…story…” he says, voice wavering. He looks at the wall. “Ponyboy, listen, the thing about it is…” he trails off, eyes getting glossy.

  Pony hurls himself onto the bed next to his brother, and wraps an arm around his shoulders. “It’s okay, Sodapop, you can tell me.”

  Soda smiles feebly. “Oh Pony, I don’t mean to be such a bawl baby about it, I really don’t. I dunno what’s up with me…” he says with a half-baked chuckle. “I just don’t…I don’t want ya seein’ me different, you dig?”

  “You’re in love with Steve Randle, ain’t ya?” Pony blurts out. Soda goes stiff under his arm. But when he speaks, his voice is steady.

  “Yeah. Pony, I…I’m…I am.” He closes his eyes, and whispers “…Don’t tell Darry.”

  “Sodapop, Darry won’t be mad…he loves ya, no matter what,” Pony reassures. Even though you have terrible taste.

  “Yeah, but… He’ll worry. He worries too much now. I don’t want him to worry ’bout me, too…” Soda exhales. When he turns to meet Pony’s eyes, Pony sees that Soda’s silently crying, with tears running down his cheeks.

  Ponyboy hugs Soda, running his hands through his greasy blond hair. “It’s okay, Pepsi-Cola. It’s okay…” He pauses. “You know, Oscar Wilde was queer.”

  Soda laugh-sobs into Pony’s shoulder. “Who the hell is that?”

  “Author. Really great one. Real famous. I ain’t read his stuff, but everyone who has says it’s amazing. And he was queer.” Pony says. “So you know. It’s tuff.”

  “…Thanks, Pony,” Soda says, slowing his shuddering. He pulls away and rubs his eyes. “…Thanks.”

  “I won’t tell no one,” Pony promises. “I think you oughta tell Darry, but you ain’t gotta, and I sure won’t.”

  “So you don’t think it’s…” Soda trails off.

  “I think it’s alright, man. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with ya. Alls I’m wonderin’ is why you and Evie both want Steve-”

  “Aw, shut yer trap,” Soda laughs, tackling Pony onto the bed. “Stevie’s real sweet whenever you ain’t in the room, an’ if you ain’t careful with that mouth of yours, I may just have to tell ya ‘bout all the things he does to get me blushin’-”

  “GROSS!” Pony yells, all semblance of support dropped at the mental image of Steve and Soda in…that context. “Gush about that to your girlfriend, and lemme live in my blissful ignorance!”

  Soda grins, hopping up off the bed. “Y’know, Darry’s sleepin’…I think I will!”

  -

[winstonsns]

the gang when they’re jealous (request)

authors note: i’m sorry i accidentally posted it a little bit ago! i wasn’t done but now i am :3 i couldn’t find the image of the request but yeah it was requested 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.1k

warnings: blood, cussing, fighting, jealousy, insecurity, harassment

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you were at school, dissecting a squid in your science class

you and ponyboy were partners, and knew exactly what to do with the squid, even without instructions

then one of your classmates came up to you, asking “hey, y/n right? you uh, seem pretty smart. you already took apart the squid without any instructions, huh?”

ponyboy looked towards him, already seeing your attention was on your classmate

“oh, uh, yeah! it was mostly ponyboy though, he’s really smart!” so you smiled at your boyfriend, and gave him a kiss on the cheek

but your classmate kept persisting and giving you compliments, even flirting with you at times

ponyboy finally sighed and suggested, “hey, how about you go back to your desk.. seems like your partner needs help.” looking around, the classmate saw all the others dissecting their squids, while his was still put together

normally, when he’s jealous, he’ll try to make a distraction so he can pull you away or get someone else to leave

when you’re talking to someone important, ponyboy will stay close but won’t barge into the conversation

JOHNNY CADE

once, the two of you were at the drive in, planning to watch a cute romantic movie together

a guy tried to flirt with you, telling you that you look beautiful and you’re outfit is tight and looks real nice on you

you thanked him but told him to stop, many times, even though johnny was on the other side of you

eventually, when the man wouldn’t stop harassing you, johnny told him “hey, why don’t you just stop talkin’ to her? she told you to go away, man..” and shook his head in disappointment

he didn’t like him talking to you, and hated him more when he knew you felt uncomfortable

the man asked him, “who the hell do you think you are, hood? no reason why she’d wanna date someone like you—“

before he could continue, johnny tapped you, motioning to get up

the two of you walked to the car, and you said “thanks, honey.. too bad we didn’t really get to enjoy the movie though..” and he suggested the two of you would stay but at a distance from the man

johnny stayed close to you in a protective way, always checking your surroundings to make sure you were safe

but when you talk to someone important, or you’re catching up on life, he won’t do anything

he loved you, and even if he was jealous, he had to respect what you wanted

so if you wanted to talk to someone, he’d let you talk to them, sometimes because he’d know you were looking forward to it

he just doesn’t want either of you to get hurt, so he’ll try to always be nice, even when confronting someone

SODAPOP CURTIS

you were on your break at work, at a restaurant

your boyfriend, soda, came to visit you so the two of you sat down at a booth and ate a meal for free

then a guy stupidly came up to you and asked you for your number, saying you were very attractive

you looked at him, confused, side eyeing soda in a ‘who does this guy think he is’ way

you said, “um, no.. sorry. i have a boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell.” but the man wouldn’t stop talking to you

he sat down next to you, starting to eat some of your fries, making you lose your appetite

you kept moving away, and he put his arm around your shoulder, eyeing you up and down

it got to soda, he didn’t like how he was talking to you, “okay, we’re done here.” and he looked at your boyfriend

“leave.” he said, and the guy didn’t listen

“you better fucking leave.” deepening his voice and glaring at the man, putting a sense of fear into him, and even into you

he put his arm back to his side and got up from the booth, eyeing both you and soda, not saying a word but walking away

“you okay, baby?” he asked, and you sweetly answered with a “yes, thank you soda.. i love you.”

he said “i love you too.” and flashed you a genuine, beautiful and handsome smile

he was glad the man listened to him, because if he didn’t, he would’ve beaten the man up, but didn’t want a lecture from his older brother darry

your boyfriend really didn’t want to worry about you, but he couldn’t help it

he loved you too much to not worry, and he knew you understood all his feelings, not a lot of people did

he appreciated that about you, and ever since you understood, he never wanted to lose you

you were the only person he felt like he really loved

DARRY CURTIS

the two of you were at a restaurant, on a date when the waiter tried to hit on you

darry isn’t uncomfortable with telling you or someone else when he doesn’t like what someone’s doing, so he tells you and the man that he wants him to stop

so he tells the waiter, “hey uh, this is my girlfriend and i’d appreciate it if you’d stop… flirting with her.”

he listens since darry has big ass muscles, and he doesn’t want to get beat up

normally, he’ll politely ask the person who’s flirting with you if they could stop

if you’re talking with someone, simply catching up or talking about something important then he’ll leave you alone

he knows you can get frustrated if you can’t finish a conversation that’s important, so he lets you do your thing

unless you want him to help you get out of the conversation

he doesn’t want you to get emotionally hurt or feel bad if you’re talking to someone, so he always tries to talk to others politely, no matter if they’re being rude or not

if a guy is harassing you though, he would first tell the man to stop, if he doesn’t then he might get into a fight with him

just enough to get him to stop being creepy with you, but not enough to get him into legal trouble

DALLAS WINSTON

he’s normally not comfortable showing pda but will make an exception if some guy is flirting with you

but the two of you were in a bar and a random guy came up to you and was making suggestive gestures to you

he kept flirting with you and trying to get close to you, but you kept moving away

you were clearly uncomfortable with the way he was acting, but didn’t know what to do, you were afraid he’d hurt you if you rejected his advances

dally glanced over to you and saw the creepy guy was talking to you, and how you were uncomfortable and kept looking at his direction

he was jealous another man was talking to you, but was worried about if you’d be safe or not

so he walked over to you, already glaring at the man who was harassing you

he wrapped his arms around your waist and started slowly kissing your neck, mumbling “hey doll, who’s this..?” and looked at you in a loving manner

dally then looked at the man, and glared hard at him

the man saw the shine in dallys pocket, knowing it was a switchblade

but he could care less, and kept flirting with you

dally lost it when the man said “how about we go to my apartment baby, bet you’d like it if i-“

your boyfriend let go of you and grabbed his hair, bashing his head into the counter, breaking his nose in the process, punching him repeatedly, blood dripping down his face

“you ever talk to my fucking girl again and i’ll break both your fucking arms too.” he whispered into his ear

he then threw the man to the side, onto the ground and wrapped his arm around your shoulders

“thanks dal,” you mumbled “that was a lot though… i think you broke his nose..” you looked back and people were staring at you two

he knew he wouldn’t get in trouble, and led you upstairs to his room, wanting you two to go to sleep

if dally is jealous but the person he’s jealous of isn’t harassing you, just talking, then he’ll most likely walk up to you and the person you’re talking to, then will stand behind you protectively and say to you “hey sweetheart, uh, i need to talk to you for a second.”

so he’ll pull you away from the person and the two of you will talk about something random, because he didn’t need you to talk to you, he just wanted you away from the other person

however, if it seems like you’re talking about something very important or a close friend you haven’t talked to in a while, he won’t bother you

he really tries not to show the fact that he’s jealous but it’s really obvious

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

the two of you were at the drive in, going together to watch a new movie

you liked horror movies, meanwhile two-bit liked comedy movies, and was obviously into comedy himself

after the two of you sat down, a man came up to you and started talking to you

you didn’t say much since you were trying to watch the movie, but he wouldn’t stop talking and your boyfriend started to get a little jealous

eventually, two-bit talked to the guy and said, “hey, man i think my girl wants to watch the movie. you can maybe talk after but please… just some quietness ‘til after the movies done?”

the man stared at your boyfriend for a bit, gave a quiet “okay” and nodded, walking away from the two of you

“thanks, keith” you mumbled, and he nodded, putting the popcorn in between your laps

both of you continued paying attention to the movie, and your boyfriend forgot about the whole encounter with the man

but if he sees you laughing because of another guy, he’ll probably get more jealous than how he would if a man was just naturally talking with you

like, he loves to make you laugh and gets a little sad when another guy makes you laugh, especially if you laugh harder than when you do with him

he’ll try to outdo the guy by telling you jokes too

STEVE RANDLE

the two of you were at the store, planning to buy groceries

then you ran into a friend from middle school, who just so happened to have a crush on you all those years ago

“y/n, gosh is that you?” the man said, and you replied with, “oh, sorry… i don’t remember you, remind me who you are?”

he responded with his name and you remembered him, how the two of you got along and were friends up until he started treating you like crap, all because of the fact he liked you

you told steve you had to talk to an old friend, so you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked towards your old friend

the two of you just wanted to talk, and he didn’t like you anymore, so you wanted to catch up with him

the way he kept laughing at your jokes made steve a tad bit jealous, but he knew he had to trust you

but he couldn’t help but get warm, not in the good way, in a jealous way

so he walked over to you and said, “who you talkin’ to?” and you looked at him and responded with, “oh, this is my friend from middle school! we went to different high schools, so we lost contact.”

your old friend smiled at him and introduced himself and said, “oh, cool. is this your boyfriend?” and steve replied with “yeah, been together for nearly a year.”

so when you and your boyfriend left the store, the two of you got into your car and drove to steve’s house to drop off the groceries

he would get insecure at times, thinking you’d leave him when you found someone better

he’d disguise it as jealousy, but wouldn’t confront you about talking to other people if he was jealous

the most he’d do is talk to soda about it, but he wouldn’t burst out at you or get mad at you for talking to other people

authors note: sorry for taking a while! i have 4 other requests in my inbox so im working on those too. sorry for making you wait!

[ladykailitha]

Forever Young Part 4

Hey guys! We are back with this amazing fic! Since it's been a bit I'd recommend reading the last chapter: here or the from the beginning: here.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

A bit of a longer chapter with lots of twists and turns and a brief cameo of Joyce and Hopper.

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Will and Dustin looked at each other and sighed heavily.

“I forgot that there is a distinct messy side to science,” Dustin said, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the bags and bags of garbage out by the garage.

“Let’s see if we can’t find gardening gloves or whatever to protect us...” he waved at the piles with a grimace, “from all of that.”

“Good idea,” Dustin agreed. “There is bound to be broken bottles in there and I really don’t have the desire to call Wayne about needing a ride to the hospital, thanks.”

They found gloves and got to work. They sorted out the bags that were clearly from earlier in the week and focused on the two bags that were the most likely culprits for being from last night.

“So I’m just seeing beer and joint butts,” Will said about twenty minutes later. “How about you?”

Dustin sighed and pushed his bag away. “A whole lot of nothing. Like chip bags and other junk food detritus, no real heavy alcohol or anything that might mix badly with the weed.”

Will nodded. “It just seems like their every day party with out us underaged teenagers. Different kinds of soda and other drinks but nothing that screams body altering drugs.”

He got to his feet and dusted off his knees. “This was a complete bust.”

Dustin got up too. “I don’t think so. Yeah, we didn’t find anything, but that means that it wasn’t drug or alcohol related. That’s something we cross off the list.”

“I suppose,” Will sighed as he pulled off his gloves. “Let’s go tell everyone we didn’t find anything.”

“Let’s hope Dr. Owens has some ideas,” Dustin agreed, pulling off his gloves too. “But I’m plumb out.”

The other four kids were sitting on the sofa, talking among themselves.

“Sorry, guys,” Dustin said flopping on the arm chair, while Will sat cross-legged on the floor. “That was a bust. All they had last night was the usual stuff to get high and drunk.”

“Ours was unfruitful as well,” El said with a sigh. “Dr. Owens said that they had never encountered physical regression before. But he’ll look into it further and call back. I worry he may want to take blood tests.”

“He can fuck off back to whatever hole he crawled out of,” Mike growled. “I’m not letting them do to Nancy what they did to El. I don’t care.”

Lucas put his hand on Mike’s arm. “And we won’t let them either. Especially with Wayne knowing what’s going on. I have a feeling that if they tried to take Eddie, he’d storm the lab with nothing but a shotgun and enough ammo take on a third world country.”

Mike straightened and blinked for a moment. “Oh, yeah. He’d go all Rambo on their ass. Huh. That does make me feel better. Thanks!”

“No problem,” Lucas said with a smile. “Plus if we add El and Erica to the mix, the lab would be razed the ground in seconds.”

El just batted her eyelashes at them sweetly.

“So we’ve got absolutely nothing,” Dustin said with a heavy sigh. “The lab was no help, the garbage was no help. They can’t tell us what went wrong. We’re pretty much stuck until something else happens.”

“Pretty much!” Mike huffed, throwing his head back against the couch cushion. “This sucks. I’ve looked up to Nancy my whole life and after the monsters I’ve admired what a badass she was. But that little girl isn’t the Nancy I grew up with. Like she knows she’s going to be a big sister, but she doesn’t understand what that means right now. For her it’s diaper changes and bottle feeding. Not being a reporter and shotguns.”

There was a creak on the stairs leading down to the basement and everyone looked over expecting Steve as he had slept earlier, but no it was Little Jonathan.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” he whispered shyly, sucking on his thumb.

Will was on his feet in an instant. One of the things that Lonnie liked to yell about either of his sons was that they were too soft. That they needed toughening up. The fact that Little Jonathan was still sucking his thumb at this age was sure sign that Lonnie was an ass and that there was no doubt he had hit his son for trying to get comfort somewhere in this big, wide world.

“Come with me,” he said gently. “I’ll take you to the one up here and then show you where the one downstairs is so you if you spend the night you know where it is, okay?”

Little Jonathan nodded, taking Will’s hand. Will led the way and as he was about to close the door behind the toddler, Little Jonathan looked up him and cocked his head.

“Will the Wise,” he said solemnly. “You’ll find someone who loves you for you some day.” Then he toddled into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving a very stunned Will staring at the wooden surface.

When Little Jonathan came out he didn’t seem to remember what he said before going into the bathroom. So Will just led him back to the living room where the teens were gathered.

“Hey there, buddy,” Lucas said with a soft smile. “Did you want to try to go back to sleep or did you want to color until everyone else woke up?”

“M’mm awake...” came the slurred voice of Little Eddie from the floor. “Just restin’ my eyes.” He sat up sort of cross-legged and rubbed his eyes.

Max giggled. “Sure are, big guy. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

Then Little Robin came in, hair a mess and drool all over her face. “I’m thirsty, can I get some water?”

“Sure!” Will said, his voice cracking. “El won’t you take them to the kitchen, I’m sure Eddie and Jonathan are thirsty too.”

El looked at him curiously, head cocked to the side. Then she nodded. “Come on, everyone hold hands like they did for lunch.”

The kids did as they were told and El took Little Robin’s hand to lead them into the kitchen.

The kids ooh’ed and awed when El used her powers to get the glasses down from the cupboard because it was too high for her to get.

“Cups are easy,” Little Robin said with a giggle. “She can throw cars with her mind, too!”

El froze and the cup headed for Little Eddie stopped too.

“Supergirl!” Little Eddie agreed, clapping his hands and reaching out for the cup. It took everything El had to let go of the cup so that Eddie could take it.

“You should see her fly a helicopter!” Little Jonathan crowed. “It’s so cool!”

She watched them in wide-eyed amazement as they didn’t seem to understand what it was they just said. They just happily drank the water given to them and then handed the cups back to her. She put them in the sink and then led them back out to the living room.

There was Little Nancy and Little Steve sitting on the floor with their heads together, playing tic-tac-toe as they waited for the other kids to come back.

“I think they’re getting some of them memories back,” El said bluntly. “But only in spurts.”

“I agree,” Dustin said putting his hands on his hips. “But when it does happen, it doesn’t stick around for long. Just a memory and then it’s gone.”

Max narrowed her eyes and then cocked her head back and forth. “Well you want to know what I think? I think we should just let them be kids for awhile.”

“What?” Lucas cried, springing to his feet. “We need them as adults!”

“And that’s the problem!” Max snapped back, getting to her feet, too. “We rely on them too much. When do they get to be kids? Especially Jonathan, Steve, and Nancy. They were our age when they first met the Upside Down, when do they get to shirk their duties and have fun?”

Mike grabbed both Lucas and Max and started pushing them toward the hall, but before he could even get them turned around, Little Jonathan and Little Robin burst into tears. Mike closed his eyes.

“I was trying to avoid that,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Please take this argument elsewhere. Dustin and El, too. They don’t need to hear this.”

There was a lot of shouting and protesting as even more of the kids started to cry.

Suddenly there was a piercing whistle from the doorway to the hall. All the teens stopped arguing even though the kids kept crying. They turned to the door and there was Joyce and Hopper standing there. Hopper had his fingers to his lips, pointing to him as the cause of the whistle.

The teenagers stared at them in shock and maybe a little bit of fear too. They were so busted.

“Where did you lot get a bunch of children?” Hopper groused. “I don’t think I’d let any of ya babysit for love or money.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Joyce smacked his chest. “Jim!” she cried in amusement.

Suddenly Little Jonathan broke from the crowd of children and dashed straight for Joyce’s legs.

“Mommy!”

Joyce scooped him up out of habit and then froze. “All my babies are grown up, little one.”

Will and El shared a grimace.

Little Jonathan traced a scar on her chin. “Daddy did that. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

Joyce and Jim both went wide-eyed.

Joyce moved Little Jonathan to her hip to get a better look at the little boy in her arms. “Jonathan?”

The little boy nodded.

Of course the other kids were still screaming so Mike and Lucas each grabbed one of the girls to calm down first. Mike took Nancy and began cooing a lullaby. She hiccuped softly, her sobs slackening until they stopped all together.

Hopper waded in and picked up the two boys, bouncing each on his hip. El immediately stood up and grabbed Little Steve from him so he could focus on getting the one quiet. El reading Little Steve’s mind to find a song that would calm him and started humming that.

Once everyone had stopped screaming and Joyce was over her shock, she sat down on the sofa, her son in her arms.

“Will, what’s going on?” she asked her other child.

“We don’t know,” Will huffed. “We know it’s not Upside Down related. El and I checked, but they just woke up like that.”

“They?” Hopper said, looking closer at the child in his arms. “Holy shiiiiivvva,” he said changing the last word at the last second.

“What’s a Shiva?” the little boy asked, cocking his head to the side and looking up at him with chocolate button eyes.

“Shiva is an Indian god,” Hopper huffed. “With too many arms and lots of rage issues.”

“So holy Shiva makes sense,” Little Eddie said solemnly, nodding. “Uncle Wayne said not to swear because they’re big people words. Can I say holy Shiva instead of cussing?”

“Sure, kid,” Hopper said with a huff of laughter.

“Oh no,” Joyce said softly. “If that’s Eddie, and this is Jonathan are those...?”

Will sighed putting his head in his hands.

“I’m afraid so Mrs. Byers,” Dustin said, putting his hands on his hips. “Steve was the first one found like this, then Nancy and Jonathan. We assumed, rightly unfortunately, that Robin and Eddie were affected, too.”

“Does Wayne know about his nephew’s cute-ifaction?” Hopper asked.

Max chewed on her thumbnail. “I think he was the first to know, but didn’t reach out to the rest of us because he didn’t know it had happen to the others, too.”

Hopper set Little Eddie down. “Sounds like you’ve got a bit of a mess. Especially since the reason Joyce and I stopped by is that we’ve got to head out of town for a bit. We were hoping to make sure Steve was aware he had to keep an eye out for you lot.”

“I’m not sure we can leave knowing the older teens are kids now,” Joyce said, holding Jonathan to her chest.

Hopper just shook his head. “I’d agree with you, but Murray was pretty insistent we both be there.”

“Is it Upside Down related?” El asked, cocking her head to the side.

Joyce sighed and then looked over at Hopper.

“We don’t know yet,” Hopper explained calmly. “We know that the Russians tried to open a gate before and if they’ve got someone like Henry Creel, they might try to insert them into the Upside Down to get control of it for their own ends.”

El nodded. “I’ve been keeping an ear out for any stirrings, but there haven’t been so far.”

He kissed her forehead. “That’s good to know.”

“How long will you be gone?” Will asked nervously. He remembered the last time his mom left and really didn’t want to repeat that experience.

Joyce looked up at Hopper and then back at him. “I don’t know love. I know things went bad last time, but that was because a general went crazy and tried to kill El. That won’t happen this time, I promise.”

“No offense, ma’am,” Lucas huffed. “But I really don’t think that’s a promise you can make. I get that it might be Upside Down related, but I don’t know about anyone else, I’m getting tired of grown ups leaving us behind to take on problems well beyond our capacity.”

“You watch your tone, young man,” Joyce said sternly. “It’s not your place to tell adults what they can or cannot do.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’ve still got PTO coming to me then, isn’t it?” Wayne growled from behind them.

“Wayne!” Lucas breathed in relief.

“Went out bought somethings for youngsters,” he said holding up his loot. “You two can go do what you want. I’ll handle this.”

Joyce chewed on her lip and then set Little Jonathan down gently. “I’m going away for a couple of days, but Mr. Munson is going to watch you and your new friends. You’ll be safe, I promise.”

Lucas rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.

“I’ll take care of it,” Wayne repeated more sternly.

Joyce pressed her lips tightly and then nodded. She pulled money out her purse and handed it to Wayne. “To help cover any food they might need.”

Wayne set down some of the bags he had and took the money. “Thank you.”

“We’ll be in contact,” Hopper said squeezing his shoulder. “Keep the walkie nearby.”

They all nodded.

“Who wants to help me make dinner?” Wayne said with a grin, turning back to the other kids.

A cheer went up.

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Okay so here's the thing...

I'm having to come to terms with the fact that a story idea I have in my head might... not actually be written anytime soon in the way that I want. But I also love the first chapter. And I don't want it to sit on my hard drive collecting cobwebs forever. So, I figured it could have a lovely home on tumblr.

So with that in mind, please enjoy my unaired pilot of a fic that has my heart... a vietnam!Darry au.

“Hey Soda, did you get the mail on the way in?”

Soda’s laughter filled the kitchen, followed closely by Steve slamming the door shut. The dishes rattled and Darry cringed, one of these days those boys were gonna knock the door off its hinges.

But Darry wasn’t focused on one of these days, he was focused on now. And now, Soda was too busy cutting up with Steve to pay his big brother a lick of attention.

“Soda!” 

The smile fell from Soda’s face. “What’s got you so cranky?”

What a question. Where should Darry even begin? That with winter creeping in Darry’s hours were about to get cut back, and he’d have to find a third job willing to hire him for just a few months? That the water bill was long past due and if he didn’t pay it soon it’d get cut off? That Pony’s report card had come home yesterday and he had a B in math, and he’d looked so terrified of Darry when he’d told him, so frightened that his big brother was going to hit him again, that Darry had to lock himself in his room until his hands stopped shaking?

Darry took a deep breath. Soda didn’t want to hear any of that. Just wanted to walk in the front door without his brother yelling at him.

So he started again.

“Did you get the mail?”

Soda winced. “No, sorry. Weren’t thinking. I can go grab it now though if you want.”

Darry shook his head. “Nah, just stir this for me, I’ll go grab it. My check should be in there today.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

But Darry waved him off. It might be nice, he thought, to get some fresh air for a few minutes. Might cool off his temper.

The screen door slammed behind him, and he took a deep breath. The autumn air burned his throat and cooled his skin. He loved this time of year, loved when the weather shed its oppressive heat. It made roofing almost enjoyable, or at the very least, as enjoyable as roofing ever got. His jeans weren’t so sweat soaked they stuck to his skin, the shingles didn’t burn to the touch. Instead, a gentle breeze would whisper through his hair, and the air no longer felt heavy and humid in his lungs. 

He never cared much about the weather before, when the most time he spent outside was during football practice. But now that he spent his entire days at the mercy of the elements, he found himself watching the morning weather more often than any twenty one year old ever should.

He reached the mailbox, pulled open the door, and grabbed the bundle of envelopes. He thought about heading straight back to the house, but remebered Soda and Steve still cutting up in the kitchen, all laughter and play fights, and Darry suddenly wanted to be anywhere else. He was too tired today, too worn down to deal with all their noise. He didn’t have the energy to play nice. (But isn’t that true every day? he thought.) So he figured he’d take a lap around the block as he flipped through the envelopes in his hand. The day was nice, the weather soothed his temper. And Soda wouldn’t mind watching dinner for a minute.

As he started walking he looked down at the mail: Water bill. Power bill. Coupon Mailer. Gas bill. Postcard from their Great Aunt Bobby’s holiday with her family. Mortgage bill. Darry’s check. Letter from the Department of National Defense.

The last one gave him pause. Department of National Defense? He couldn’t begin to guess what it was about. For a moment he thought it might have been sent to the wrong address, but his name was printed across the envelope in sharp block type. Curiosity got the better of him and he ripped it opened.

He scanned the first few lines. He thought at first it was some sort of junk mail. Honestly, a letter from the President of the United States? What a load of—

But then his eyes scanned further down on the page and saw the words YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED FOR THE INDUCTION INTO THE ARMY OF THE UNITED STATES. 

Darry read the line over and over again. He flipped the letter over then flipped it back. This was a joke. A mistake. Some flaw in the logic of the universe. This didn’t make sense. He wasn’t a soldier, he didn’t fight. Well, sure, he could pack a punch as good as anyone. But never kill a man. Never hold a gun. 

There was a ringing in his ears, a roaring in his head. The letters on the page jumbled together, he wasn’t even sure he read them right.

He couldn’t get drafted. That happened to someone else. To other men. The ones that spent their summers hunting deer and shooting skeet. Not Darrel Curtis, he hated all that stuff. He was lettermen jackets and a full-ride scholarship. He got all A’s in school and read for fun. Soldiers didn’t do all that. Not the ones off fighting in Vietnam. He wasn’t a soldier, he was too good to be a soldier.

But then he’d been too good to spend his life roofing all day and stuck on the East Side. And look how that turned out for him.

His feet moved of their own accord, his mind raced a million miles a minute. What could he do? Where could he go? He didn’t even like the war, wasn’t sure what they were doing over there in the first place. He didn’t know much about Vietnam, Darry couldn’t afford to spend time sitting around watching the world fall apart when his own life was in shambles most days, but he did know that no one seemed to have a good enough reason to send men over there to get slaughtered. And Darry certainly didn’t want to be one of them.

His blood felt thick in his veins, his body numb. The next thing he knew, he was hit with the heat of the kitchen as he stepped back in the house, the screen door slammed but he hardly heard it.

Then, his brother’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Did it come?”

Soda. Pony. His brothers. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t even thought about his brothers. They couldn’t be here without him, they couldn’t make it on their own. Soda was only eighteen, his shift at the DX station barely covered gas. And Pony was too busy with school and track to help out with the bills. He had to get out of this. Had to be there for them.

Darry’s heart stuttered. “What?”

Soda didn’t even glance up from the food in front of him. “Your check, was it in the mail?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Darry couldn’t stop staring at his kid brother, taking him in. The tilt of his jaw, the turn of his nose. The way, even at eighteen, he hadn’t quite grown into himself. Still lanky arms and sharp elbows. A constellation of freckles scattered across his nose.

He stood there, so perfectly young, smile so bright Darry sometimes couldn’t look at it head on, and Darry couldn’t help but wonder, would this be one of the last chances he had to see him? Would this be their final day together, before everything changed, only to have Darry waste it with sharp words?

Soda’s smile dimmed, and the look he gave Darry faded into concern. “You alright, Dar? You’re looking a little funny.”

Darry shook his head. He couldn’t tell him, not yet. Not until he knew for sure. Maybe there was some way out of this, maybe he just needed to think a little clearer, maybe—

“Yeah, sorry, I’m okay. Today was just rough, I’m more tired than I realized. I think I might go to bed early.”

Soda’s brow furrowed. Darry hated when he looked at him like that. “Without eating? You sure you’re feeling alright?”

He took a step towards Darry, to do what Darry didn’t know. But Darry took a step away, putting more distance between them. “I’m fine, Pepsi. Don’t worry about me. I just need to lie down for a bit.”

Soda studied him for a moment, and Darry fought the urge to turn away. Soda could read him better than anyone, knew all of his tells. He couldn’t afford to give his brother a reason to doubt. 

Apparently, Darry was better at it than he thought, because eventually Soda nodded. “Okay, well, holler if you need anything. I’ll leave some out in case you get hungry later.”

Soda gave him that soft smile of his, one Darry tried to return, and he ran to his room and slammed the door shut before he could blurt out the truth. Because Darry could do a lot of things, but lying to Soda wasn’t one of them.

[mister-mickey]

Word of god

(This is going to be a VERY long post so buckle up)

Word of god is a phrase used in fandom that refers to something that the author of the source material has said, but was never confirmed in the source material. Because it was never confirmed in the original material, it isn’t considered canon. However, word of god is basically the next step down from canon.

This means that while you can choose to ignore it, you can also choose to accept it.

In the outsiders fandom, there are certain “word of god” type things floating around. Think soda going to Vietnam (and then that being retconned) or Johnny’s legal name being John. Even Dallas being scared of spiders, of crying after he read little women, of Steve enjoying wearing women’s underwear (?).

These are all examples of word of god. They were not mentioned in the outsiders book, but they are all things S.E Hinton has said on her twitter and in other places.

I’m only sharing the definition because what a lot of people never seem to talk about (possibly because they don’t know or because they don’t know how to access it) is S.E Hinton’s fanfiction. I think a lot of people would enjoy learning about some of the other things S.E Hinton has said about the characters. (Keep in mind, on her ffn account, she claims to not be S.E Hinton, but using the details she’s shared about her fanfiction in interviews, it’s pretty obvious that this is her account)

Just keep in mind, none of this is canon unless you personally want it to be. Don’t harass other people for accepting or not accepting any of this as canon. Fandom is supposed to be fun, and that includes letting other people make their own personal spaces and headcanons.

I’m going to share all of her outsiders fics here (as in, I’m going to link them so others can read them too) and then I’m going to share every detail that I noticed. If you read them and notice things I missed or didn’t talk about, PLEASE REBLOG WITH THOSE THINGS!

First fic- The Haircut, published in 2008. This takes place after their parents die but there is no mention of Johnny or Dallas, so it could be before or after their deaths

- Pony cuts his brothers’ hair (or at least Soda’s) probably because they can’t afford a professional haircut

- Either pony is really bad at it (possible, as seen in the book with Johnny) or Soda is incredibly dramatic

- Darry checks pony’s homework

- Pony is not great at math but does well in English, however he still misspells things (which makes the fact that he judges sodas spelling or grammar in the letter soda sent in the outsiders very funny)

- Soda is likely very forgetful (he forgot that he left the iron on and burnt a hole on his work uniform)

- This is something we could have figured out anyway because of the time period, but it’s implied that their mother would have been the one cutting their hair and ironing their clothes.

Second fic- The first Christmas After, published in 2008 (shortly before Christmas too, on December 14) this takes place after their parent’s death and after Johnny and Dally’s death.

- The Curtis brothers are willing to forgo tradition in order to save money (Darry says they agreed on no Christmas tree and mentioned avoiding getting a turkey for thanksgiving, even though they ended up getting one anyway because Darry’s job gave it to them)

- Soda apparently is not actually a decent cook. People like to headcanon that his cooking tastes okay and just looks funny or tastes a bit too sweet, but apparently soda seriously fucked up the turkey.

- Twobit is willing to eat gross stuff (he ate the turkey and darry jokes twobit would willingly eat cat shit)

- The Christmas tree is also free, like the turkey. Soda got it at work. I guess the Curtis brothers are pretty lucky, or they have jobs that kind of care about them (wild idea)

- I think this was mentioned in the book, but Darry is very casual about drinking. He grabs a beer after work.

- The real reason Darry didn’t want a tree is because he knows it’ll be upsetting to do christmassy stuff without their parents.

- Darry will shove his feelings down to try and make the holidays enjoyable for his brothers

- Steve has a mother who is active in his life. This is crazy to me because everyone just kind of assumed he didn’t have a mother. I will continue to deny her existence though lol

- Steve’s mother cares enough about the Curtis boys to send Steve over with some fudge.

- The Curtis brothers have their own ornaments. Soda’s is a car colored like a candy cane, Darry’s is a reindeer holding a football, and pony’s is an elf reading a book. The ornaments were from their father.

- There’s a joke that I think I’m not catching? I think it’s twobit saying that he called a girl a ho, but it might be innocent? I’m not the best with tone. He’s making a Santa Claus joke

- Twobit likes eggnog (gross) and shares it with soda. The eggnog has whiskey in it, which is what gets Steve interested in drinking it.

- The Curtis brothers had a dog named bowser, who also had an ornament. Bowser was a present for Darry’s fourth birthday. Darry assumed he was the only one that remembered bowser, but soda claims to remember him too. I guess this means bowser died when soda was very little. Possibly before pony or when pony was a baby.

- A lot of the Christmas ornaments are crafts that the Curtis boys made at school. (Aww) Darry and soda grew up faster than Ponyboy did, apparently pony was willing to do kid stuff longer than they were (they stopped wanting to make crafts by middle school but pony did them even after) Darry thinks it’s because their mom wanted to keep her baby a baby.

- The boy’s personalities show in the ornaments they made, Darry’s are well structured and planned, but with zero imagination. Sodas are sloppy and not great, but hold character. Pony’s are said to be eye catching and imaginative.

- Pony is supposed to call Darry from a pay phone if he realizes he’s going to be late for curfew. Pretty solid rule, I think

- Mr. Curtis wasn’t actually better at understanding people than Darry is. The main difference seems to be Mr. Curtis’s patience in dealing with people he doesn’t understand. Darry compares himself to his dad

- Their mother and father also have ornaments! Their mother is an Angel playing the piano (considering the other ornaments, we can assume their mother knew how to play piano) and their dad’s is a Santa going fishing (I guess he liked to fish)

- This is basically canon anyway, but pony was too skinny and frail after Johnny and dally died

- Soda is lactose intolerant. This does not stop him from consuming lactose. He is kind and sleeps on the couch when he does so that pony doesn’t have to listen to him farting all night (disgusting)

- Darry understands soda even if soda doesn’t say anything. So I guess Darry not understanding pony isn’t because pony is quiet and doesn’t tell him anything

- They have ornaments for Johnny and dally. Johnny’s is a little dark haired Angel singing a hymn, and Dally’s is a little devil with wings and a halo with an evil smirk.

- Johnny doesn’t like cutesy things. He is a greaser, he’s still tough. They all decide that Johnny and Dallas would like if they saw their ornaments.

- Joking about Johnny and dally makes the gang a little happier. Even after death, they bully Dallas a bit because they miss him (the hang him at the top of the tree 😭💔 and they giggle about looking up his ornaments skirt)

- Dallas would allegedly have set fire to the tree if he was there and saw them doing that

- Steve has a bunch of cousins in Muskogee Oklahoma, as well as an Uncle Bob

- Twobit’s sister is named Bren. Twobit is close with his grandmother and is visiting her for Christmas. He is going to give her whiskey for her present because his mom doesn’t let her have it.

- Soda likes to attack his brothers with tickles

The third fic- The Drive North, published in 2007. This is the longest fic, and it’s an au. I have several disclaimers I think I should make before I talk about it.

Disclaimer one- this is a Wild West au, it takes place in the late 1860s. Because it’s an au, there are some things that don’t really translate to canon. I will be sharing things that are canon to this fic, and maybe expanding how I think they’d fit into canon, but just remember, they do not fit perfectly

Disclaimer two- some of the things changed directly contradict canon. Several of the characters go by different names, some of them even have the wrong ages (I originally assumed everyone was the same age as in canon, but then mason and Tex from Tex showed up and they were ten years older than everyone else which doesn’t make sense because Tex takes place in the 70s and they should be younger than the gang), and some of the characters have pretty different back stories (the Shepard siblings are orphans in this and they’re being raised by their grandfather. This contradicts canon because in That was then, this is now, they are said to have their mother and a stepfather)

Name changes

- Steve is called pistol

- Angela is called Angelique

- Twobit is called Two bits, and his real make was changed from Keith to Eugene.

- Dallas is called White snake, which leads me to my next, and the most important, disclaimer

Disclaimer three- there is a lot of racism in this fic. Mostly weird Native American representation. This mostly comes from Dallas and Tim, but basically dallas is a white child that was kidnapped by native Americans and was then raised by them. Tim’s parents were killed by native Americans (which is of course a thing that happened back then, but I don’t think it’s written very well) These are common racist tropes, and I think it would do people good to be aware of that if they choose to read this fic.

There is also a few brief references to slavery and the civil war, and off the top of my head, I don’t think any of the characters were particularly against slavery. So if you want to read this, be aware of that so you don’t get caught off guard. There’s also a few slurs/incredibly outdated terms

I think thats the end of the disclaimers, if anyone else thinks of something I should add, tell me. I think this fic is an interesting look into the characters, but I don’t want people going in blind and unaware of the negative aspects of this fic

- The Shepard’s grandpa is named Philippe Shepard (Shepard is spelled different several times through the story, so is Philippe) he is fairly well off, I don’t think he’s rich, but he is successful. He has a Spanish gelding which is a fancy horse. Darry is jealous of him. Philippe is a former Texas ranger and he is very strict and good at bossing people around

- The Curtis brothers are doing a cattle drive under Philippe’s supervision. He’s their boss basically

- Soda’s real name is actually Patrick in this, and “Soda” is short for Sodacrackers because he likes hardtack.

- Everyone loves soda. Just looking at him makes people feel good

- Pony was a solemn baby that liked to study his surroundings. He was only silly when he was around horses, which is where he got the nickname Ponyboy. (His real name is Michael)

- Pony and soda are uncannily good with horses, which is why Philippe Shepard hired the Curtis brothers. Darry seems to really admire Philippe actually, he doesn’t shut up about that old man

- Curly Shepard is described as a hot-head, who doesn’t seem particularly skilled because he’s riding drag. This is the worst position to take because the dust gets kicked up at you. Curly was very upset about getting that position

- The Curtis parents died at different times in this. Their mother seems to have died of some sort of sickness because her death is described as “lingering”. Their dad went off to war (the civil war, on the confederate side. This does not make me fond of Mr. Curtis) when Darry was fifteen.

- Philippe Shepard does not support slavery. He also seems to have an anti-war stance. At least for himself. He says he won’t get his head blown off so people can own slaves. Philippe Shepard fought against the Mexicans and the Comanche at some point, and has enough experience with war to know he doesn’t like it

- Ponyboy has a paint pony

- Pony cried after he said good bye to the lake (the Curtis brothers are leaving their house for good) because he spent a lot of time at the lake. Darry seems embarrassed of him for that

- Pony wears soda’s hand me downs, but they still don’t fit him because he’s scrawny.

- Pony is tough physically, but incredibly emotional

- Soda has a chestnut mustang horse

- The Curtis brothers will be relatively well off after the drive. Darry plans on sending Pony to a school so he can put his book smarts to use and live in a society where that stuff matters

- The first chapter is repeated twice lmfaooo

- Two bit does not like Philippe. Philippe also uses flattery to get his way lol

- Twobit is the cook, which I guess means in canon he could be a decent cook too. He learned how to cook from his mom

- Mr Shepard is in love with Twobits mom 😭

- Mr Shepard also uses his money to get his way

- Twobit’s sister is named Lizzy in this one. Either he has a shit ton of sisters, or his one sister does not have a decided name

- Mr Shepard does not approve of ms Mathews babying Twobit. His eye twitches when she says he’s “just a boy”

- The Curtis brothers are said to have sold their eggs to make money

- Johnnys name is John, and he’s named after his father. So he’s John jr. He’s also called “little John Cade” 😭😭❤️❤️ and he’s going to be twobit’s assistant

- Dallas is their scout/interpreter. Original when I read this, I thought Dallas was actually Native American and I thought that was interesting. But no, he’s just a White guy that was raised that way. I think native Dallas would be very cool to see though, becuase I hate the trope of white people being raised by native Americans instead of people just writing native Americans

- Twobit is lazy. He doesn’t like getting up early or walking

- Mr Shepard does NOT think twobit is funny. I think he might actually hate him

- Mr Shepard spanks his grandkids and he makes sure to tell everyone. He also seems fully willing to spank other peoples kids too (he threatens twobit) He is very strict with his grandkids. He says he uses a quirt, I looked that up and it looks scary

- Mr Shepard is genuinely mean asf, and he seriously doesn’t like twobit oh my god

- Mr Shepard is seriously down bad for ms Mathews. He hates twobits dad 😭 he even calls the dude worthless

- Twobit’s dad was a sweet talking drummer who only stayed around long enough to give her kids

- Philippe has dark eyes and white hair

- Philippe was present when twobit got the nickname twobit. I think twobit isn’t particularly proud of his nickname.

- People don’t seem to like Dallas. I’m not talking other people, even the gang seems kind of uncomfortable around him. Also the gang isn’t a gang. I don’t think they’re necessarily even friends here.

- Curly is confirmed to be just a nickname. His real name is not shared

- Twobit got his nickname when he was ten. Instead of it meaning that he has a big mouth and will give his “two bits” to any conversation, it means that he’s so useless that you wouldn’t give “even two bits for him”. The twobit lovers can feast on any angst that provides. It explains why he doesn’t like his nickname in this

- Twobit’s little sister worships him and his mother adores him

- Another reference to Mr Shepard having a big old crush on Twobit’s mom 😭 this point is really being driven home, and it takes twobit a while to realize. He is horrified when he dies and almost drops a barrel on Johnny 😭

- Jesus Christ Philippe won’t stop threatening people. He says “every pound lost is money out of my pocket, and I catch anyone taking money out of my pocket there's going to be an inch off his hide.” Which curly confirmed is true and not just a phrase.

- Pony doesn’t give a fuck about cows. He calls them meat on hooves 😭

- Pony, pre fic, never liked going into town and didn’t like people. I don’t think he’s friends with Johnny (yet)

- Darry likes talking to people and sharing his opinions. He’s respected in their town

- Pony doesn’t think he’ll ever grow as big as Darry or soda. I find this interesting because I always just assumed he was small because he was younger.

- Pony prefers animals to people

- Pony likes to watch people instead of talk to them. This is already kind of canon, but it’s funny to hear him talk about it

- Darry has to ride big horses because he’s a big boy. It’s also implied that he’s still growing?! Apparently he’s still filling out into his frame. How fucking big is he going to get jfc

- Soda likes pretty horses, but he’s smart enough to pick horses based off of their speed

- Steve and curly both like hot (I’m assuming wild) horses. The difference is Steve can handle it, curly can’t. Curly got thrown off his horse 😭

- Tim and his grandpa both ride the fancy Spanish horses. They’re very pretty but pony feels tired just looking at them because of how jittery they are. But they never get tired

- Tim and his grandpa are long boned? I think this means tall? Or maybe they have long limbs lol. They’re also said to be heavy muscled. I don’t know if that contradicts Tim’s description in the outsiders, where he’s described as lean. I don’t know if heavy muscled means bulky, but it feels like it would? Tim can be lean and still muscular but the way it’s written makes him sound pretty different from the book

- Curly is convinced that he’s going to have one of the fancy horses one day, but Tim and Mr Shepard think he’s stupid for thinking that. So I guess he probably won’t. In their family, you have to earn a fancy horse, and curly hasn’t earned one yet

- Dallas rides a white horse that he stole.

- Buck Merrill is the sheriff? I find that very interesting because he was just a party guy in the outsiders

- Dallas is wearing a breechcloth, but sometimes wears pants. He also wears eagle feathers and face paint. I don’t know if that means anything. He is said to be Comanche (or at least associated with them)

- Dallas cut off Johnnys dad’s ear and wears it on his belt as a trophy. He did this because Johnnys dad was beating Johnny, so I guess they’re still close in this fic

- Everyone can sense Tim and Dally’s tension (it’s not sexual, it’s worse) and they are placing bets on who will fight who first

- Steve claims Dallas grabbed a creature off the ground and ate its head off

- Dallas has a sweet tooth

- Dallas only really talks to Johnny

- Johnnys dad is a blacksmith, and he’s huge.

- Twobit is a gossip, he makes sure he knows ALL the goings on. Every day he takes a one hour walk across the town to see everything

- Johnnys dad is suspected to have hearing loss and a bad temper

- Johnny got his scar from his dad back handing him with a hoof file (this is the event that caused Dallas to cut Mr cades ear off)

- Ever since then, Johnny has had less bruises

- The younger people on the job get to have more sleep 🥺 tim and darry work early in the morning and late at night because of that

- Angela snuck along 😭 she wants to be treated like Tim and curly so she has been following them for the past few days. Mr Shepard is PISSED

- Mr Shepard’s scoldings have caused tears among many people, including Angela

- Mr Shepard CARRIES THE QUIRT AROUND to to threaten people

- Angela is just as good at riding and shooting as curly but not as good as Tim.

- Angela was meant to stay home and have sewing lessons while her family did the cattle drive

- Angela either dislikes doing girly things like sewing, or she just prefers doing horse stuff. I can’t tell if she’s meant to be a tomboy, which I feel doesn’t necessarily fit with her character in twttin, or if she just thinks sewing lessons are boring.

- Dallas knew Angela was sneaking around, which means he is sneakier than Angela Shepard.

- Mr Shepard would 100% beat Dally’s ass which is notable because so far he’s respected Dallas a lot as an adult. He’s very upset that Dallas knew Angela was there and didn’t say anything

- Tim and curly are said to play pranks on angela which is why she’s so sneaky and suspicious

- Dallas cut off a piece of Angela’s hair. This is strange to me because he didn’t have a reason to do that? In the fic he uses it to prove that he was watching her, but how was he supposed to know he needed to prove that? Why did he cut a lock of her hair? Freak

- Dallas calls Angela a scrawny prairie chicken? So I guess she’s small and skinny.

- Tim ends up being the one to start a fight between him and Dallas

- I think Dallas enjoys making Tim angry enough to start the fights. It makes sense to me tbh, it’s very funny and I think it fits with canon. Dallas slashed Tim’s tires in the book, and I guess he did that to get his attention

- Tim is racist, and this plays a part in his hatred for Dallas. It’s apparently because his parents were killed by native Americans, but Mr Shepard says that he needs to stfu because Dallas had nothing to do with that.

- Dally’s real family had a terrible fate and I think they were killed in either the same raid that killed Tim’s parents, or another one close to that one.

- The Shepards mom’s name is Antoinette and she had a fate worse than death. I say this because Mr Shepard says he wished he was there to put a bullet in her head to spare her from what happened to her. He doesn’t say what happened, but I guess it was pretty awful.

- Tim likes to punch and grapple, Dallas likes to dodge and kick

- They aren’t friends of any sort like in the book, there’s no “cut from the same cloth” here

- Curly, soda, and Steve would have been cheering and whooping if they’d been present, but they’re elsewhere at this time

- Pony and his brothers fight sometimes, but they usually give up pretty quick because Darry gets embarrassed fighting with teenagers, soda starts laughing, and pony will start crying out of frustration

- TIM PULLED A GUN ON DALLAS

- Curly almost shot his toe off practicing his fast draw, which led Mr Shepard to ban it 😭

- Tim, his siblings, and Dallas were all very young when their parents died. No specific age is given, but Philippe says they were all very little

- Philippe is their paternal grandfather (obviously) but he saw their mother as his own daughter and apparently she was very egg beautiful. He seems more sad about her death than his own son’s death

- Tim has an impressive fast draw

- Mr Shepard defends Dallas against Tim and says that he needs to cool it with the anti-native American talk. He says he understands why they’re all mad white people are in their lands. This doesn’t stop him from taking the land though.

- Angela is now riding drag as punishment so curly gets promoted I guess.

- Twobit exaggerates stories and Tim clips them too short. Pony is the best storyteller

- Pony doesn’t know what a “sporting woman” (a prostitute) does until soda explains it

- Pony understands sex, he just doesn’t understand why anyone would ever have it for fun lmfao

- Steve got his ass beat by his dad for wasting his wages on prostitutes 😭 I guess his dad does get physical with him

- Pony says if Steve knew half as much as he thought he did, he’d be the most valuable person on earth 😭

- Pony thinks sex is gross and begs soda not to have sex (soda refuses and says he’s gonna do what he wants)

- Darry really enjoys not being in charge. He likes that Philippe is in charge because then he isn’t responsible for his brothers. He hates babysitting and pretends not to see pony nonverbally begging him to come with him into town so he isn’t alone

- Mr Shepard calls pony and Johnny the youngest, but I know that in the outsiders curly is fifteen, so he’s in between them. Either curly is a different age in this fic, or Mr Shepard doesn’t see him as an individual person (which now that I’m typing that out, I think that’s probably the case)

- Johnny doesn’t like lots of people. As in crowds

- Darry makes pony and soda take at least one bath a month. Stinky boys

- I think pony and Johnny have become friends now, they’re naturally drawn to each other

- Pony yelps runs away from a prostitute because she talked to him? I don’t think the situation called for that? He seemed genuinely terrified and Johnny just followed him

- Neither of them know what the clap is, Johnny thinks they were going to “get clapped” 😭

- Pony likes cats but can’t have one because the coyotes will eat it (very sad, one of my cats got eaten by a coyote ☹️)

- Pony cries when he’s scared

- Twobit won thirty dollars playing a game (he told the people he’d give them a chance to win it back the next day, while knowing that he wouldn’t be there the next day 😭) that’s about 700 dollars today

- Steve tries to look cool in front of soda omgg

- Steve also seems jealous of how naturally cool soda is. He’s upset with himself for being jittery around the prostitutes when soda is so calm and charming

- Steve has a mustache 😒 he grew it out to look older and he fiddles with it subconsciously

- Soda is insecure about “just being charming and handsome” because it isn’t something he had to work for

- Soda immediately started venting to the prostitute ?

- Soda immediately talked about marriage with this prostitute, he hasn’t even done anything with her and he’s already in love with her

- He gave her his entire wage… he gave her TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS and told her to wait for him oh my god

- He saw her flirting with other guys and immediately thought about KILLING HER what the fuck

- THE OTHER GUYS WERE TIM AND DARRY!!

- They were described as tall cowboys so I guess that’s means Tim and Darry are both tall

- Philippe is sick of these teenagers. They all spent their money on dumb shit and he’s judging them hardcore

- Tim and Darry have become best friends at some point, they keep giggling with each other

- Curly gave himself alcohol poisoning the second he had access to alcohol which is kind of funny to me. Either he’s a serious drunk or he’s so inexperienced with alcohol that he die at know what a limit is. I don’t drink at all so I don’t know which makes more sense. I’m leaning towards the second one because of the way he’s characterized in this fic

- Steve gets mad when soda is sad, not mad at soda, just mad in general

- Tim and Darry became bffs because they ROBBED A POKER GAME WITH GUNS! ARMED ROBBERY! They did this to save twobit from being fired after twobit spent money that wasn’t his, which is kind of sweet of them.

- Curly is sad because he was trying to get the guys to enter a brothel (part of the reason he was drinking so much) and got so drunk that he woke up in an alleyway with all his money gone 😭. He laid in rant alley for a day and a half before Tim came and found him 😢 (my stupid son)

- Soda is embarrassed about falling in love with the first woman he saw

- Steve is mad all the time, and soda doesn’t understand how he does it. Soda finds anger exhausting

- Tex and mason are very… ?? Again, they’re ten years older than the gang, instead of ten years younger. They’re both bearded and wild. They live in the middle of nowhere and say that god has abandoned them. Tex says he shot mason to make him shut up

- Nobody has been sick yet except curly, so they have plenty of medical stuff

- Johnny compares Dallas to a knight in this (instead of a gallant soldier in the book)

- Tex says he shot mason because mason gave him a bad cup of coffee. They’re very strange

- Curly broke his pinky finger oh my god (I have to be honest and say everything curly does makes me giggle because he does so much stupid stuff. My baby broke his pinky 😭😭😭❤️❤️)

- Steve cracked his tail bone when his horse escaped, and Darry got bad rope burn

- Philippe likes Sodapop. He does think soda is tiring though

- Tim values the adoration and hero worship from curly and Angela to be too mean to them. He pretends to be indifferent to them, which fools everyone except Philippe (awww)

- Tex and mason are crazy, they talk so much trash and they’re so mean to each other. It gives everyone else a shock

- Angela has a crush on Tex, who is supposed to be around 24 ish. Tex has no plans on doing anything with her thank god

- Angela wanted to be a tomboy because boys got more attention, but now that she desires boys attention, she acts more feminine. This is masons insight because Angela starts acting sweet and precious the second she starts liking tex

- Tex became friends with everyone within a few days of them joining

- Curly is good enough at roping to teach Tex how to do it. It’s nice seeing him be good at something

- Tex took herding lessons from Tim and Darry

- Darry and soda mess with pony enough for him to be suspicious when people tell him things

- Dallas keeps doing things to piss Tim off (he whacked him in the head with a stick and rode off on his horse before Tim could do anything)

- Tim “doesn’t find anything humorous in anything white snake (Dallas) does” and is very grumpy when Dallas does something to make people laugh

- The story ends on a cliffhanger but that’s it

Anyway, take what you want from these fics as canon and disregard anything you don’t want lol

[blue-sadie]

A Home Visit

Music Teacher Eddie Munson x Student Reader x Sport Tracher Steve Harrington Series Masterlist Part 3 of the Teachers Pet Series - OG @amber-michaelson Summary: a home date ruined by an unsuspecting visitor Warning: double penetration, kitchen sex

Yn/2nd person pov pov

My eyes strained as they watched the boring movie Eddie had chosen, I couldn't quite tell if it was a thriller or romance, the movies graphics illuminated off of my small tv, Eddie's arm settled around my shoulder as he munched on popcorn with the other "this movies shit" he laughed stuffing his mouth full of popcorn before taking a sip of our shared soda.

"Well you are the one who chose it" I giggled "well because I thought we'll start making out in the middle of it" he grinned pulling me closer to him "nah uh you pick it now you have watch it, I need to refill the popcorn since you keep stuffing your face" I murmured slowly getting to my feet and stretching out my cramped muscles and taking the bowl out of his lap, I walked down stairs grabbing the popcorn out of the cupboard and putting it into the microwave, i went around to the fridge

"Eddie do you want ice-cream" I yelled "what the fuck is Eddie doing here" I screamed turning to the voice and froze as I saw Mr Harrington standing there holding a pizza box and soda "um Steve what are you doing here" I asked shutting the fridge door as Eddie came tripping over his feet as he ran down the stairs.

"what's up baby" he said and was shocked as he saw Steve "hey Harrington" he murmured and just went over to microwave and taking out the popcorn and putting it into the bowl "I wonder if he has a brain" I murmured watching as he went upstairs "your fucking Munson Eddie fucking Munson" Steve muttered as he came around the kitchen island and stood infront of me his hands grabbing my arms slightly shaking me.

"Yea so I've fucked you and Hargrove what's the difference" I murmured crossing my arms Steve pushed me up against the fridge caging me in "the difference is you becoming such a slut" he muttered pushing his knee up against my pussy "but you love it" I grinned grinding against him he bite his tongue and shook his head "you got me there" he breathed out before smashing his lips against mine.

My arms wrapped around his neck as his went to my butt "jump" he growled against my lips I did and wrapped my legs around him and he turned and layed me onto my kitchen counter and he pulled back from the kiss to take off his shirt “come on baby strip” he murmured as he took off his pants and boxers and i started to take my stuff off “your too slow” he muttered before ripping off my remaining clothes.

"Steve" I whined as he ran his hands up and down my thighs "what baby" he said as he squeezed my thighs "so am I just meant to watch" Eddie chuckled as he walked into the room "just go back upstairs to your fucking movie Munson" Steve muttered rolling his eyes his hands moving their way up to grab and squeeze my breasts.

"I think not Harrington she's my student as well" he said as he took off his shirt discarding it on the floor and kicked off his pants and underwear as he came up beside Steve staring hungrily at me "come I've taken more than one cock before" I whispered seductively as I ran my hands up and down their chests "such a slut" Steve muttered but his lips were curled up in a smirk.

He pulled me up and sandwiched me between them, Eddie infront of me and Steve behind, they both leaned down attacking both sides of my neck make sure leave some marks my hitches as they run their hands up and down my body grabbing and squeezing anything they can while grinding into me

"fuck" I breathed out "do you think she needs prep" Eddie murmured as he inserted two of his fingers inside me "knowing her she doesn't need it" Steve chuckled against my neck he he position himself before slowly pushing in "come on Munson" he muttered and only grunted in response before pushing in as well making me moan out "how does that feel baby" Eddie growled into my ear as he pulled out and roughly pushed in "fucking amazing" I murmured staring at him and gasped as Steve started moving as well

"there's two of us baby" Steve growled "fuck steve" I moaned leaning my head onto his shoulder "come on eddie she can handle it" Steve growled his breath causing goosebumps to arise they both started pounding into me while I moaned and whined "how does it feel baby" eddie chuckled at my pleasured expression "s-so fucking good" I mewled as I dragged my nails down his chest “shit yn” steve growled as his hand moved to my neck “steve” i moaned confused but gasped as his grip tightened 

“oh dam she tightened steve” eddie groaned as their movement started to slow and their cocks started pulse “fuck im cumming” eddie yelled as he shot his sperm inside me painting my walls white he slowly pulled out as steve still thrusted in “i want you to suck my cum out of my cock baby” he growled before pulling out and forced me to my knees and forced his cock into my mouth and groaned loudly as he cum into my mouth 

“Fuck baby” he panted as he pulled back he caressed my face as he moved my face to look at him and wiped the extra cum that escaped my mouth “your differently gonna graduate next week” 

[callme-holly]

hey! could i possibly have a meetcute with the gang?? like, how you would meet everyone?

and if not (or this as well if you want to) the gang confessing?

sorry i’ve never done this before loll but i LOVE ur writing!!!!

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞]

𝐚/𝐧: merry christmas y'all!!

Darry Curtis: 

You and Darry met each other at the local store. You were shopping for groceries while Darry had popped in after work to grab some last minute things for dinner. He was in a rush and wasn’t looking where he was going and, in that classic romance movie style, he ran right into you.  He was incredibly apologetic and helped you pick up all of your things, even going as far as carrying them to the checkout for you. Whilst he’s helping you, you both get to know each other and he ends up inviting you to dinner in a panic. 

“Look… I know we’ve just met each other and everything, but do you maybe wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night?”  You’re a little taken aback, closing your truck slowly before turning to face him. “Yeah… Yeah sure, why not. Lets see if your cooking is as good as you say.”

Sodapop Curtis:

You were new to town and decided to stop off at the local DX to get some gas for your car. When you pulled up, Soda was already outside working on another car, flashing you a bright grin as he came over to help you. You both got talking, and soon you were both laughing and joking with each other until Steve came out to hurry Soda along. Before you could leave however, Soda stopped you and asked for your number, which you gladly gave him, telling him to call you when he finished his shift.

“Woah, wait… You got a number I could have maybe… I mean if you want to give it to me.”  You laugh softly, grabbing a receipt from your dashboard and scribbling your number. “Here. Maybe I’ll let you come see the new house when we’re settled.”

Ponyboy Curtis:

You and Pony both shared an English class and just so happened to get sat next to each other one term. He was a little shy and a little awkward at first but it didn’t take long for you to both start up conversation, bonding over different literature and poetry. It wasn’t until you started finishing each other’s sentences that he realised he might be a little more than smitten with you. After class, he catches you at your locker and asks if you want to come over to work on a “project,” which you of course agree to.

“So, uh– I was thinking we could maybe work on that essay at my place. Together?”  You raise a brow at him, nodding. “Alright, Curtis. I’ll be there at 5.” 

Johnny Cade:

You’re walking home when you see Johnny being picked on by a group of socs. Whilst you’re not particularly tough, you decide to intervene, defending him until the group leaves.  Your boldness surprises Johnny, and he thanks you quietly, choosing to walk you the rest of the way to your house. The two of you chat idly the whole way, and when you finally reach your gate, you choose to invite him in, offering to get him something to eat or drink. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. Most people wouldn’t…. Look, can I get you somethin’ to say thanks? A soda or a milkshake or…”  You shake your head, silencing him. “Just come inside and talk with me.” 

Dallas Winston:

Your dad was the chief of police, and you just so happen to encounter Dallas whilst delivering lunch to your father. He was sitting in your dad’s office and flashed you a cocky little smirk the second you walked in, letting out a low whistle, and throwing little comments in your direction. Your dad, of course, doesn’t agree with Dally’s sudden interest, however, you find yourself falling for the greaser’s charm and end up slipping him your number when your father isn’t watching. 

“Well look at this… You’re way too sweet to be hangin’ round a place like this, doll.” You roll your eyes, handing your dad his lunch. “This is my father’s office.” You smile sweetly, chuckling at the way Dallas’ jaw drops slightly. 

Steve Randle:

Steve catches sight of you when he sees you struggling to start your car in the school parking lot. He watches for a little while before deciding to step in and offer you a hand, his easy-going charm instantly winning you over. As he fixes up your engine, you can’t help but laugh at every little joke he tells, and you both fall into conversation easily. Once your car is fixed up, he gives you his number and tells you to call if you ever need help again. What he didn’t expect was you to call him that night asking if he wanted to go for a milkshake the next day. 

“Your car broken again?” Steve chuckles, leaning against the wall, twirling the phone cord. You huff a laugh. “No. Just wanted to talk to you.” 

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two noticed you getting heckled by some boys at the drive-in and decided to step in, cracking jokes and pretending to be your boyfriend until they left.  However, he ended up staying with you even after they were long gone, the two of you firing teasing comments at each other and laughing together for the rest of the night.  By the time you had to go, he offered to drive you home. Once you finally reached your house, you turned to him with a smile, kissed his cheek in thanks, and offered to go out together again. 

“You really wanna go out with a guy like me, baby?” Two raises a brow at you, his eyes a little dazed as you nod. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? You’re sweet. Pick me up at 7 tomorrow night.”

[ihni]

Starry-eyed under starry skies

For @weird-an <3

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“It’s my birthday today,” Steve said, apropos of nothing, swirling his can of soda around and listening to the carbonation fizzle. He could see his breath in front of him, like a cloud of white against the blackness of the January sky.

“Really?” Billy said from his spot next to Steve on the back porch of the Harrington house. He emerged from the thick knitted scarf that he’d wrapped around his neck just long enough to look pointedly over his shoulder at the decidedly empty house. “Then why aren’t there a hundred shitfaced people and a keg in there?”

Steve shrugged, and then couldn’t help but grin at the way Billy immediately buried himself back into the scarf so that it covered both his mouth and (adorably red) nose.

Billy noticed Steve’s grin – because he had an uncanny ability to notice the little things – and narrowed his eyes at him. “What?”

Instead of answering, Steve raised one eyebrow. “You sure you have enough layers, there?”

It was Billy’s second winter in Hawkins, but this time around he’d prepared with tons of second-hand winter clothes which he layered on top of each other, uncaring of how they looked together as long as they kept him warm, claiming that he didn’t care that they didn’t match, because ‘he could make anything look good’.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t have a point (although Steve secretly thought he looked more cute than good), but perhaps getting possessed by an otherworldly creature who liked it cold also had something to do with Billy’s current fashion choices.

Case in point; “Shut up,” Billy said and looked away, like he always did when something touched a little too close to home. Then he deflected, like he also always did; “Why aren’t you throwing a party if it’s your birthday?”

And Steve dropped it, like he always did. “I am. You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Some party,” Billy muttered. “A guy who don’t drink and a guy who can’t smoke.”

After what happened at Starcourt in the summer, Steve had stopped drinking, finding that he didn’t appreciate the loss of control as much as he used to after being drugged and beaten by the Russians. And Billy, well. He only got out of the hospital in November, and the doctors had expressively forbidden him from both drinking and smoking – or, as Billy said, ‘everything fun’ – for at least a year. The two of them had bonded over that, as well as a thousand other things (monsters being one) in the last couple of months, and now they were here. The two of them. Alone in Steve’s backyard.

“I’ve hosted a lot of parties in my day,” Steve said, taking a deep breath of cold air that burned his lungs. He tilted his head back and looked up at the stars, impossibly far from Hawkins, Indiana. “This is better.”

“This?” Billy said, sounding almost incredulous. “Being out in the cold and the dark and watching the sky is better than booze and girls and music?”

And. “Yeah,” Steve said simply, feeling the truth of it in his chest, like released tension.

“How?” It wasn’t said disbelievingly, though, but it sounded as if Billy really wanted to know.

The words slipped out of Steve before he could stop them. “Because you’re here.”

He hadn’t meant to say it; not now, and not out loud. But there was something about the two of them here – next to each other, nursing sodas of all things, braving the cold because Steve wanted to look at the stars – that made the truth so easy to speak. And there was no confusion, no barely-hidden panic like with the Russian truth serum. It was just Steve, and Billy, and the starry sky.

At his words, though, Billy let out a breath as if he’d been punched. His eyes widened, and if he hadn’t been hiding behind three layers of wrapped-up scarf, Steve was sure that he’d see his mouth fall open.

“You …” he said, and shook his head a little before looking away. “You can’t just say shit like that, Harrington.” Always Harrington, when he was uncomfortable.

“Why not?” Steve asked, feeling brave for once. “It’s just the two of us here.”

The moment stretched out between them, and he could hear Billy as he swallowed hard … and after a second or so too long, Steve gave a little shrug, trying not to feel disappointed as he added, in a too-obvious attempt to break the tension, “Besides, it’s my birthday. I can do whatever I want.”

Billy huffed, and Steve expected him to jump on the opportunity to steer the conversation back to safer grounds … But he didn’t. Instead, he dug into the pocket of his (eyesore of a) winter jacket and pulled out a misshapen, badly wrapped little bundle, and half-shoved it into Steve’s chest.

“Here,” he muttered. “For you.” And then, in a lower voice, “Happy birthday or whatever.”

A thrill of something warm shot through Steve as he took the little present from Billy’s mitten-covered hand. He glanced over at Billy, eyebrows raised in question – “You knew it was my birthday?” – and watched Billy shrug and not meet his eye.

He’d gotten presents from others earlier in the day – from his parents, from Robin, even from Dustin – but this felt different. None-too-gently tearing the paper open with stiff fingers, he let out a little laugh when he saw what was inside.

“I saw it and thought of you,” Billy said, and Steve looked up fast enough to catch him watch Steve with something like fondness, before he averted his eyes yet again.

It was a little Care Bear plush, light yellow in color and with the image of a cupcake on its belly. The cupcake held a single birthday candle, and the bear had a plastic heart-shaped nose, which Steve couldn’t help pushing at with a finger.

The bear was soft to the touch, and Steve suddenly felt soft, too. “He’s cute.”

A beat; two. Then, “Yeah. That’s what made me think of you.”

Steve’s head shot up in surprise, and this time Billy didn’t look away. His face was red – could be because of the cold, but it could also be something else – and he straightened up and worked the scarf bundle down with his chin so that Steve could see him properly. “It’s nothing, just a stupid bear. But I, uh.” His eyes flicked to the side for a second, but then he looked back, as if determined to see this through. Whatever this was. “I have something else for you, too.”

Steve waited – for what, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and dispelling the crisp feeling in the air between them – and watched as Billy drew himself up and took a deep breath. His breath came out in a cloud, too, and for a second Steve imagined the cloud sticking to Billy’s lashes and freezing there, like tiny crystals, glittering like snow. How would it look, and how would they feel when melting against Steve’s skin?

“Close your eyes,” Billy said, and Steve did, because right now Steve couldn’t deny Billy anything.

Holding the little bear in one hand and the soda can in the other, Steve stood there with his eyes closed. The darkness became all-enveloping, the cold became sharper, and all the little sounds around them – the creak of the branches in the woods in front of them, the electric hum of the outdoor lamp behind them, the distant sound of a car driving down a street – became all that he could hear.

And then. Warm lips pressing against his, a cold nose touching his cheek; there for a heartbeat, two – and then gone. He opened his eyes and found that Billy was right there, not gone at all, just having drawn back an inch or two. His blue eyes were open wide and shiny, the porch lights reflecting in them like the brightest stars in the sky. Billy swallowed and licked his lips before saying, hoarsely, “Happy birthday, Steve.”

Steve, not Harrington, despite being uncomfortable, despite being visibly terrified.

And wasn’t that the best birthday present Steve had ever gotten? Hell. Closing that one or two inches of distance to kiss Billy again was the easiest thing Steve had ever done.

~~~~

(Also works, quite incidentally really, for the @harringrovewinterbingo, square C3, prompt "Starry sky, starry-eyed".)

[daydreamerswriting]

No rush but could we get a part two on the stepping on the shoes fic? 😝

An: hehe part 2 (Steve, Two-Bit, and Johnny) also sorry I've been so inactive, I have had trouble finding motivation to write

W: implied short reader, fem reader, not proof read!

Link to part 1 (Darry, Soda, Dallas)

Steve Randle

Your heels click against the concrete as you walk over to Steve, who's under a car, fixing it. You're wearing a one of your few dark-colored dresses, in hopes that if you get grease on it, it will be easier to wash out, or it will just blend in. You carry with you your purse and a brown paper bag. Steve's jean-clad legs stick out from under a old mustang. It was a damn nice car, so of course Steve was thrilled to be working on it.

"Hey, hun." You call once you're close. He slides out from under the car almost immediately. He smiles at you excitedly as he wipes his greasey hands on a rag.

"Hey, baby. You see this thing?" He gestures to the car with his elbow, still cleaning his hands. "Ain't she a beaut?"

You smile, happy for him. "Yeah. Lucky you."

He gets up and steps closer to you. He points to the brown paper bag you're holding. "Whatcha got?"

You hold it out to him. "I made you a lunch. Cause you're always sayin that you eat chips and coffee for lunch, I thought you might like this better."

"Aw," he takes the bag from you and opens it to examine the contents. He smiles, "I feel like a little kid."

You giggle at his comment. "Cause I made you a lunch?"

"Yeah. That's real sweet of ya. Thanks, babe."

"Of course." You step closer to him. You grab his bicep to steady yourself, then you step onto his shoes and peck him on the lips. Or, it was supposed to just be a peck, but of course, Steve wasn't just about to let you pull away. He put his hand that was holding the bag by your waist and the other on the back of your neck, and he pulled you in for longer.

Steve wanted you off his feet, but he was toughing it out because of how badly he wanted to keep kissing you. He kissed you with passion, and he slid his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back with as much passion as he's giving you.

Steve only pulls back to get you to move off his feet, but once your dantiy kitten heels are back on the ground, his lips are back on yours.

The two of you only pull apart when you hear Soda clear his throat.

You back away and pull your hands away from Steve. Your cheeks flush a shade of pink.

"Hi, Soda." You mutter.

Steve doesn't seem even the slightest bit embarrassed, in fact, he even seems a little smug. "Hey, Soda. My girl here brought me lunch. Ain't that sweet." He holds up the bag proudly.

Sodapop smiles, he's happy for his best friend. "Hm. That's real nice of ya, Y/n."

"Of course. It's no big deal. Well, I better be on my way, I won't bother you to any longer." You smile, but before you can even make it a step away, Steve gently grabs your arm.

"You can't even stay for lunch?"

"Oh- well, I suppose I could, if that'd be okay."

"Of course that'd be okay. That'd be great. C'mon, I'll by you a pop."

Two-Bit Matthews

Two-bit looks curiously around your room as you finish getting ready for your date. He fingers through your records as you take out your rollers, he reads the titles of the books you've read as you put on your lipstick, then he looks at you as you get dressed.

"Close your eyes, Two." You demand.

He smiles mischievously. "Why? Ain't anything I haven't seen before."

You shoot a glare his way, so he rolls his eyes then turns around.

You quickly change into your little pink dress that you had picked out for your evening together. You were excited to debut it, and you were excited to see your boyfriend's reaction.

You hum a Beatles song to yourself has you spray on your perfume. Two-Bit lets his eyes rack over you shamelessly. You look his way and smile.

"You like my new dress, baby?" You ask.

He nods, "Yeah, real pretty."

"Thank you." You grab your favorite pair of heels, a pair of white kitten heels, they matched the white bow in your hair and your pearl necklace. You slip on your shoes then look over at Two-Bit again.

"You ready to go now." He asks you as he steps closer.

"Yeah." You slip your arms over his shoulders and around his neck as he grabs your hips gently.

"You look real cute, ya know?"

You smile bashfully and look down as you thank him.

He leans down and kisses your nose, causing you to giggle. Then, you carefully, but quickly, rise yourself up by standing on his shoes. You press your lips against his quickly, not wanting to mess up your lipstick with anything more than a peck. As you start to pull away, Two-Bit pulls you back for more, but, unfortunately, you have to protest. You place a hand on his chest and pull away again. You get off his feet.

"Honey, my lipstick!"

"What about it?" He licks his lips.

"You're going to mess it up, and our date hasn't even officially started yet."

He chuckles. "Ya know, we don't have to go out-"

"Yes we do. I didn't spend so long getting ready for nothing. C'mon, let's go." You grab his hand and pull him out of your room. He follows you happily as he laughs. When you're shutting your door, he sneaks a peck on your cheek.

Johnny Cade

"Do you have to leave?" You ask sadly as Johnny gets up from your bed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I promised Pony that I'd go some movie with him." Your boyfriend grabs his demin jacket off of the back of your desk chair and puts it on.

You sigh. "It's okay." You sit up and twiddle your fingers for a moment as he puts on his shoes. "Do you need a ride there?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I'll be fine walkin'. The Curtis's aren't too far from here."

"Are you sure? It's no trouble, really." You say.

He hesitates. Johnny doesn't like feeling like a burden, but he can tell that you want to take him. He smiles at you softly. "Oh, alright."

You smile back happily and climb out of bed. "Good choice. Let's go." You grab his hand and the two of you walk to the front door together.

"What move are ya seeing?" You ask as you let go of his hand so you can put on your shoes. He shrugs.

"Some action movie, I think. I'm only going so Pony doesn't have to go alone." Johnny tells you, not being a fan of movies himself.

You buckle the thin straps on your dainty shoes. "Well maybe you'll like it."

"I doubt it. I don't get how Pony and stand sittin' down and doing nothing for so long." He sighs.

"Oh, don't be so negative. I like movies too. They're fun." You gently grab his hand again.

Johnny gazes into your eyes for a moment then looks away and shakes his head. "Yeah, whatever." He mumbles.

You smile softly. Then carefully, and somewhat quickly, you gently grab his shoulder, and step carefully onto his converse shoes. You peck his cheek affectionately. Johnny turns his head to look at you, his face now flushed, getting a giggle from you.

"You're real cute, sweetheart." You tell him.

He brushes off the compliment. "Yeah, whatever. Will you get off my feet? These shoes are already fallin' apart."

"Yeah. Sorry," you say as you return your feet to solid ground.

Johnny reaches his hand out and gingerly touches your cheek.

You smile, "What?"

He chews on his bottom lip for a second while eyeing yours, then he meets your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

You bark a laugh. "Johnny! We've been dating for months! You know you don't have to ask anymore."

He blushes again from embarrassment. "Stop laughing at me."

"Oh, baby, I'm not laughing at you. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"

He rolls his eyes playfully, then he leans in and kisses you. He moves his free and to your waist as your arms wrap around his neck. It doesn't take long until you're fully making out. Thank god my parents aren't home, you think. Unfortunately, Johnny soon remembers again that he promised to see that movie with Ponyboy, so he pulls away.

"We should probably get goin' now," he tells you as he wipes off your bottom lip.

You nod and mutter, "Yeah," as you move your arms back to your sides. You grab your keys off the counter then reach for Johnny's hand. "Let's go, love."

He smiles and grabs your hand, then happily follows you outside to your car.

AN: Sorry Two-bit's was so short 😔

[curtis-brothers-hug]

More Dallas and Sylvia because I’m oddly fascinated by their relationship.

I think Dally comes to see Sylvia the night before he leaves for Windrixville, and he gives her his ring back.

Well, Sylvia doesn’t know it’s the night before he leaves for Windrixville. But she sure as shit knows it’s the night before something. Everyone knows about the dead Soc in the park and how Johnny Cade and the Curtis kid are on the run for it. And everyone knows that even if Dally wasn’t at the scene of the crime, he’s gotta be the one who helped them skip town. The fuzz sure think so, they hauled him in right away. So when she wakes up the next morning and he’s gone, it don’t take a genius to figure out that he must be headed to wherever he stashed those two.

Not that he told her nothin’. She tried to get answers outta him, but all she got was, “none of your fuckin’ business. Nosy broad….” But she knows him well enough to hear the words he’d die before saying out loud. You’re better off not knowin. You’re my girl and this is my way of protectin you.

Sure enough, she gets hauled into the station the next day to get interrogated about him, and she can be honest when she says she knows nothing.

She even plays it up a little. “You think that greasy hood tells me anything? I hope y’all find him. I hope y’all drag him back here and lock him up for the rest of his no good life.”

She makes sure not to wear his ring when she’s hauled in. The ring he always takes back when they break up, only to put it right back on her finger after their makeup sex.

But this wasn’t exactly makeup sex they had. She knows their makeup sex. This was something different, something more like maybe-the-last-time-I’m-ever-gonna-see-you sex. She knows that kind too. They’ve had it more often than the name would suggest.

Because this ain’t the first time they both thought maybe they’d never see each other again cuz Dally would get killed or locked up for good. In a way, that makes it even a harder blow when this time it turns out to be true. If it were more of a surprise, it might have hurt less.

She shows up to the small funeral his gang puts together for him and Johnny, and Steve pounces on her when he lays eyes on the ring. He starts yellin’ at her that she’s got no right to it, and she yells back that he gave it to her, and it’s a shouting match of which one of them handles grief worse. Darry yells at them both to shut the hell up, Two-Bit cracks a weak joke about this is just the sorta thing Dal woulda wanted at his funeral, and Ponyboy’s just standing there sorta swayin on his feet, looking like he ain’t all there and a strong breeze would knock him over.

Finally Evie and Soda both calm Steve down and tell him to let her have the ring, that he gave it to her and the gang has all the rest of his stuff anyway.

Because she’s Sylvia, she makes a crack that she’s just gonna pawn it. Because it was Dallas, she never does.