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Greatest thing ever I love it

Here’s my gift for @goldencherryskies for the @outsiders-gift-exchanges !!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66597244

I’m so sorry this took so long! This is my first fic I’ve ever published so I hope it’s at least kinda decent lol

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Pls I know at least 2 of these exist Im willing to trade anything I have

Hey does anybody have the Dan Soda boot or a Dos-Bit boot or like any JPC boots? Pls Im begging

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Here's my fic for @jackklinejunkie for the @outsiders-gift-exchanges

Here's the link to it on AO3.

Summary:

Life for Darry was hard. He took things too hard, knew too much.

Life for Paul, on the other hand, was easy. That was kind of his thing.

And for some reason, they fit.

This was not at all what I had planned when i started writing this but I kinda blacked out while writing and ended up with this. I hope you like it!!

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Darry and Pony ask Soda to spell or define words when he’s winning an argument because they’re competitive assholes. Whenever Soda throws a longer/more complex-ish word, whoever he’s arguing with jumps at the opportunity. Like Soda will be like “you’re incredible” and Pony hits him with the “spell incredible”. Soda doesn’t care anymore, he just rolls his eyes and keeps going without acknowledging it. Darry started it and Pony copied. Darry tried to do it to Pony once but then 4 year old Pony spelled miscellaneous without a hitch and he never did it again.

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davis has to soda soon because, uhm, well…bc i said so

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This is only a problem bc we assume people are straight until proven otherwise. They do not owe us a coming out, and as a community, I believe we should get rid of the concept of coming out because straight people are not required to give explanations. They don’t need to prove themselves gay for us.

the outsiders social media team making a pride post featuring a bunch of (presumably) straight people is completely on brand

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thinking about beverly who died young, in a car crash, in a blaze of glory; just like she was meant to.

chet and cherry find out and it turns their lives inside out. sure, bev was terrible, so exhausting and complicated but god, she loved them. and despite it all, even after the number of times she made them cry, they loved her, even if she never made it easy.

anyways here’s a letter that cherry wrote to her a few years down the line

beverly.

or bev, or queen bee, whichever you prefer tonight

i was gonna call you that week, you know. i swear i was sitting by the phone waiting to dial a few times but it never happened. there’s time, i thought. now, i just think i was stupid.

i wanted to tell you about chet, about soda, about how weird it felt to love them both. i think you would have screamed, mostly because you were proud of me for getting my head out of my ass, but also because you would have never imagined loving two boys at once. i think you always loved at least three at a time, though. you would have told me to be smart, to be charming, and not to get my hopes up, even though you knew i would anyways.

i hope brill is up there with you, i hope you’re finally letting someone love you like he could. god, you never could trust that someone just loved you, it was always for something else, but i think he really did. i think he loved you loudly and embarrassingly and you hated him for it, but i think you needed it just as much.

you were a real pain in my ass. i wish i didn’t miss you the way i do. you once made me cry so hard i tore up a love letter i’d written to chet and flushed it down the locker room toilet and then you fished the pieces out and taped it back together like it was some damn artifact. “don’t be pathetic,” you said. “tell him.”

but you also held my hair back when i puked at prom. and you danced with me barefoot in the rain the night brill got his draft notice. and you told me i was too big for tulsa, even when i was pretending i wasn’t.

i wish i told you i loved you. i did. i still do. i think we all do. i’m sorry i didn’t call you after my first sonogram or when i found out i was pregnant. i’m sorry i never said goodbye. i’m sorry you don’t get to be old and awful and brilliant.

you’re still mine, you always will be.

cherry

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hating on x reader fics is genuinely like. so weird to me .wowww someone wants to imagine dating a fictional character. wow someone did the mortal sin of pretending their fav loves them.. boo fucking hoo people are dying

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Hey does anybody have the Dan Soda boot or a Dos-Bit boot or like any JPC boots? Pls Im begging

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Ponyboy: I love being a greaser, but I'm much more than that

Darry and Soda: 🌈?

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My Hispanic ass is foaming at the mouth right now

YALL DONT EVEN KNOW ABOUT SPANISH IN THE ADOPTED AU AND HOW MUCH OF A STORY IT TELLS

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Any other thing I’ll let white Dally slide(I won’t like it but I understand it’s book and movie accurate) but Justice for Tulsa just does not make sense with a white Dally

I can't handle white Dally anymore I'm sorry i saw someone do an animatic with a white Dally to Justice for Tulsa ick ick ick ewwww why woudk you do that

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Show me to me Rachel pls

Anyone want the 3.3k word adopted au yap…

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Wait pls do share more about this

Adopted au parry ☹️

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Modern Thalia Bernard and Marshall have one of those tik tok accounts where they sit on a car and tap and everyone’s trying to figure out which of the two is dating Thalia or whether they are dating g each other bc everyone is sure SOMETHING is happening

just learned people named hailey’s blue soc girlie from the recast, Tahlia Dipp, and let me tell you i am OBSESSED. AND NOW I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER

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Real also I love modern family so much

Soda: We had a bet!

Darry: You let him get a Mohawk because he won a bet!?!

Soda: No he lost the bet

Darry: Ah….!

Soda: What, would you rather me have a Mohawk? I-I have a career!

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This healed smth in me

so,, it’s my birthday :)) (i’m 21! yay!) so everything about this is self indulgent but bevcherrymarcia has been living in my brain for the past week,, enjoy yall <33

all three of them knew there were only so many more sleepovers they could have before someone started poking around why they were so close. how many more times bev’s parents could find red and brown hair all over her pillows before someone started to wonder.

it had seemed innocent enough when they were all still young, piled into one of their beds, a tangle of arms and legs scattered over a large assortment of pillows and blankets. as they got older, their feelings changed, as well as the very fabric of their relationship, but they still treasured the hours they all spent curled up in bed together. the bedroom door would open eventually, and the shudders would be drawn back, and they would go right back to what the world expected of them, but to be together for just a little while was everything.

but bev wasn't worried about any of that as she sat up in bed, the early morning light stretching over her bedroom, marcia curled into cherry's side and bev propped up in bed on marcia's other side, her hand gently running up and down her back. she watched with reverence as marcia's curls cascaded down the canyons of her bare shoulder blades, the blankets and sheets the only thing protecting any of their modesty.

they didn't fit into the bed half as well as they used to, but it was amazing how little any of them minded when it was so rare to get just a few moments of unchallenged tranquility, when they could just exist with each other.

bev slowly and carefully pushed the covers off of her legs, careful not to shuffle the blankets around marcia. she toed on her slippers and slipped into her discarded nightgown, quietly pushing the door open and glancing back to look at both of her girlfriends snuggled up in her bed.

it was still barely light outside, and although it seemed like her siblings and mama were all still asleep, her father was still sitting at the kitchen table, the newspaper open next to him and his travel bag set next to the door.

"you leavin' again, daddy?" she asked quietly, something sad in her voice.

he looked up, apparently shocked to see her, "well, good mornin' to you, too, princess. sorry, i meant to tell you last night, but your friends were here, another partner had to drop out of a conference in miami. i only found out yesterday afternoon."

bev nodded, padding over and wrapping her arms around her father's shoulders, her eyes skimming the paper in front of him.

"we'll miss you," she whispered. "did you tell everyone else you were going?"

"i told mama, and i'm sure she told everyone," he shrugged her off. she took a few steps back, her arms crossing protectively over the front of her nightgown.

she busied herself getting out the bread and starting to make some toast for cherry and marcia. after a while, daddy stood up and folded the paper, sticking it in its usual spot next to the napkins on the table and slipped on the jacket hanging over the back of his chair.

he looked up at her and held out his arms, "how do i look?"

"like a million bucks," bev forced a smile, just like she had taught herself to. she hurried over and wrapped her father in a hug. "have a safe flight, call us when you land."

"i will, princess," he kissed the top of her head gently, squirming out of the hug before she was ready to let go. he picked up his bag and left without another word.

the words 'i love you' died on her tongue.

it was hardly out of the ordinary, daddy had to travel for work all the time, it was nothing she couldn't handle, but something in her felt chastened as the toast popped up and she went back to start buttering it.

she was halfway through cooking a few eggs when she heard someone else push the kitchen door open. assuming it was one of her siblings just getting a glass of water or a quick snack, she didn't turn around. it wasn't until two arms had circled around her waist and a face had nestled into her neck that she took note of the brown curls and perfectly manicured nails.

"mornin' sweet thing," she whispered over her shoulder to marcia.

marcia gave a soft hum before answering, her voice still sleepy and soft, "you weren't in bed..."

"just wanted to get some food for you two. figured you'd be hungry after last night," bev grinned, leaning her head against marcia's.

marcia pressed her face into bev’s shoulder, "mmm… your fault."

bev smiled, “how did it become my fault?”

“because you were the one who kept us up all night…”

"alright, alright," bev swivelled around, her arms looped around marcia's waist. "i do believe our girlfriend is still sleeping upstairs."

marcia looked around bev and her eyes landed on the plate of breakfast food bev had assembeled for them, "she was starting to wake up when i came down, you wanna bring this up for her?"

bev pressed a quick kiss to marcia's lips and grabbed the plate with one hand, the other laced with marcia's as they hurried back upstairs. cherry was sitting up in bed, sipping from her glass of water on the bedside table, having found a sweatshirt from... somewhere in the mess of clothes in bev's closet.

"you left me to fend for myself," cherry frowned, setting down the water and feigning anguish.

"i think you managed alright," marcia let go of bev's hand and climbed back into bed next to cherry.

"here," bev offered the plate to cherry, who happily took it. "eat, you need it."

"i seem to remember you being the reason we need it," cherry teased, happily accepting the kiss bev pressed to her forehead as she crawled over marcia and slotted herself back into place.

marcia curled into bev’s side as she stole a few pieces of fruit off the plate, popping a blueberry into her mouth and handing a raspberry to bev.

“so, what do you think about the drive-in tonight?" bev asked calmly, pressing a kiss to marcia's forehead and glancing over at cherry. "that new doris day movie is showing..."

cherry smirked, "what makes you think doris day will win me over?"

marcia giggled, "because she knows i'm the one who wants to see audrey hepburn."

"that's because you have breakfast at tiffany's memorized by now!" bev laughed, squeezing marcia's sides and earning another giggle.

"you drive a hard bargain, honeybee," cherry rolled her eyes and after passing marcia a piece of toast, she nodded.

satisfaction settled in bev's stomach, and she snuggled down next to marcia, both of them inching closer to cherry. generally, marcia was the clingiest of the three of them, but they were always hanging off each other anyways. some morning snuggles felt necessary as the morning light cast golden shadows over bev's bedroom, bathing cherry's perfect green eyes in sunlight. they couldn't help but stare as she gazed lovingly down at them.

"you wanna tell her or should i?" marcia asked. "you know, that she's the prettiest girl in tulsa?"

"you can tell her this time," bev smiled, pressing her cheek to marcia's. "i'll tell her at the drive-in later, you know, when she's lookin' up at the stars and looks all perfect."

a deep blush ran across cherry's cheeks. she set the plate carefully on the nightstand and dove over, pulling both of her girls into her arms. in a few moments, they were back where they started: a tangle of mismatched hair and soft giggles, bodies warm in the pool of sunlight cascading over the bed.

"i love you," cherry whispered, her forehead pressed to bev's as she beamed.

marcia leaned up and kissed her cheek quickly, "we love you more."

they settled back down, marcia crushed between them as cherry reached over and fed all of them berries off the breakfast plate.