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Finally have all 4 life stages let's gooo

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Pidbit mafia au!!!! ka BOOM 💥💥

there's also an ao3, but that one is going to be updated in order, so it might take a while... also lowkey on hiatus bc im supa supa busy 🙏 promise it'll get finished eventually

Meet the [blank]s

Meet the Curtises

Meet the Shepards

Meet the Mathews

Meet Paul‼️(and his family ig...)

Meet the Sheldons (+ plus plot)

Actual writing

Darry gets put into power and talks to Johnny about the Sheldons

Darry does meetings with Tim, Tim thirsts over Darry

Tim gets demoted, Tim angst

Tim thirsts over Darry pt. 2 (ft. Curly)

Curly doesn't know how to be a mafia boss

Tarry's failure(s) of a date(s) (ft. Angela & Pony)

Curly agrees to escape duty, get more duty, and Tim is angry at Darry.

Curly doesn't know how to be a mafia boss pt. 2 (ft. Tim)

Tarry make up and make out

Twobit hits on Tarry (again), Paul approves this decision

Stuff, probably Paul-bit

Tbd stuff

The super mega alliance party, lots of people get hurt.

Bob shows up and is evil (ft. Randy)

Tarry angst (crow & grandpa special)

Ponyboy is saved, (ft. steve not hating pony)

Paul-bit breaks up (NOT CLICKBAIT)

Curly is a wittle scared

Bob shows up and is evil pt. 2 (ft. Randy)

Two bit starts to win over Tarry

Two and Paul make up and (almost) make out

Dally fucking dies

The return of Ho darry, and the formation of Pid

Littlebit traumadumps all over Darry also Tim and Littlebit are evil to each other

Twobit comes to collect his sister, paul-bit makes up and (almost) make out

filler

Twobit finally joins Pidbit

Funny stuffs

Tim being gay...

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I need to start more drafts, so this is Bob Sheldon being evil!! (Paul's dad, too) Also, Pony gets a concussion and cries a lot. This is mostly just me torturing pony for plot purposes (and personal hatred)

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Ponyboy woke up handcuffed and sore. Where is the world was he? What happened? All he could remember was being shoved into a group of people by this nice guy. His mind is still a little foggy, but details are slowly coming back to him. The room is empty, his joints sore and aching. He's chained to a ring on the wall, and his ankles are cuffed to each other.

There was a large window, he could only see the sky, no roads or buildings. The building must be tall and isolated. Memorys came flooding back, the guy shoving him into a group, grabbing him and stabbing a needle into his arm. He shoved them away and tried to run back to Steve, Soda, even Dally, but he was surrounded.

Ponyboy watched the same guy enter the room. He looked a little guilty as he opened the door for some other people. It was Paul and Mr. Holden, Paul approached Ponyboy slowly, pulling him onto his feet and unchaining him from the wall as he forced him to the center of the room.

The older man was indifferent as he pulled out a knife and yanked Pony's hair back. "We just want to send your brother a message."

Pony looked past the man and noticed how empty the hall was. The base of the knife pressed against Pony's neck. He was briefly reminded of how Johnny had returned beat up and bruised after getting caught.

Without thinking, Pony forced himself to step back as much as the cuff allowed. He got away from the blade, but the older man in front of him grabbed him and threw him onto the ground. Pony tried to brace himself, but his face made contact with hardwood.

He bit into his tongue to avoid talking back to them. The metallic taste helped ground him and keep him from panicking again. Paul dragged him up by the collar and dug the knife into his lip. Once it broke skin and began to bleed, Paul pulled the knife away.

The older man still looked unimpressed, Pony wished that he had just stayed close to Steve like he was told. The moment he let Cherry lead him away, he was put in the spotlight. Even as he was fighting against them, he saw Steve and Dally go after him. Hopefully, they made it and were making a plan to save him.

"Randy, go check on the ransom," He pressed a cloth against his lip for the bleeding. "Then we're going to dunk him."

Pony began to panic as the cloth covered his nose slightly, making his breathing labored. Dunk me? What even is that? He scanned the room for any way to escape or give his friends a sign. None of the options were worth the risk.

He could go for Paul's blade, but he doubts Paul will let up easily. He could make a mad dash, but his ankles are still cuffed. He'd never make it far. Regardless, with both the older men monitoring his moves, he wouldn't have made it even uncuffed.

Pony came out of his thoughts as Paul spoke, "Dunk him? He's like 12. We can't just do that!"

Ponyboy was itching to correct him, but his better judgment told him to stay quiet and listen. Paul fought against his fathers ideas, Ponyboy began to fiddle with the cuff to see if he could manage his hand out. His wrist ached, and he tried to cover up his movements as much as possible.

"How do you think we made it this far?" His father yanked the cloth away from Pony's lip painfully. "You've worked with your brother, right?"

Pony's hand got out as he nodded. Pony felt himself tear up. He just wanted to go home. He would give anything to just go home to his family and cry until he passed out. The man grabbed his wrist and put it back in the cuff, securing it tight enough to hurt.

Then he grabbed Ponyboy by his hair and shoved his face against the floor. It made an echoing sound in his head as he hit the floor. It was cold against Pony's cheek, and he noticed faint red stains in between the cracks of the floorboards. He's going to die. They're going to bash his head in and kill him. He's heard about this happening, that Dally's seen it and done it before.

They would stomp on his head, and he'd become a bloody mess on the floor. His heart raced, and he couldn't stop the tears from coming. Pony begged incoherently for someone to save him, Soda, Darry, even Steve, just anyone. He waited for the pain to set in and his skull to shatter, but it didn't come.

The grip on his hair let up, Pony sat up immediately to shake those thoughts away. He tried to control his breathing with every method taught to him. The sound of a slap rang, Pony flinched but looked up to see Paul holding his face.

"How can you ever take over when you're so sympathetic with the enemy." His father pulled Pony down by his hair again, slamming his head again the floor. "He is not your family! He is the bargaining tool and nothing more!"

"He is a child." Giving Pony an unsure smile. "He had a perfectly fine, sixteen year old brother. And you still went after the child."

Ponyboy thought about if Soda was in his place. Soda would talk back again and again. But he could've also toughed out the beating. He wouldn't have cried like Pony did. He wouldn't have gotten the mercy Pony's getting. If it was Soda, he would never come home. Would Pony get home?

Then the door opened again, Randy coming back in. "They are not agreeing to the ransom until we can confirm the safety of the kid."

The old man gave a sigh of annoyance, "Well, you tell them, they are either accepting or never seeing their brother again."

Randy nodded, stepping towards the door.

"Bring me, Sheldon. I have to give Paul an example of what I expect."

The name sounded familiar... Ponyboy couldn't put a finger on it. Like a name he heard in a story. He was knocked out of his thoughts from the switchblade being pulled out again. They yanked his hair back and forced him into a kneeling position. The old man smiled, and Paul looked frightened. They grabbed most of his hair, grown out to match Soda, and put the knife against it.

"How about a haircut while we wait?" He had a smile that felt sickly sweet. "Then, a bath..."

The thought of cutting his hair felt like having his arms torn off. It's what connected him to his brothers, Darry with shorter, well-kept hair, soda with long slicked back blond, and Pony in the middle. He'd stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else also had long hair, Darry was the only one who cut his. For some reason, looking like Darry scared him almost as much.

"Please, not my hair..." Pony whispered, mostly to himself. "Anything but my hair..."

Pony felt him saw through his hair. He was missing pieces and nicked Pony twice. Pony froze up. He could feel the knife near the back of his neck. The cuffs were tight, and he couldn't even stand up on his own now. Paul was handed the knife and took it hesitantly. He was nicer, still choppy and fast, but cutting away from Pony and gentler than the previous.

Paul watched chunks of Pony's hair fall to the floor. He didn't want to do this, He didn't want to even be here. But he had to, so he tried to at least be nice to Pony. The door opened after he had cut off a good amount of his hair. Bob came in, and Pony had silent horror on his face.

Paul wondered about how Pony knew Bob until the man opened his mouth, "Oh, it's that Curtis! This is going to be fun."

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Paul blacked out for a moment, time passing faster than he could process it, and his father was watching. Bob was holding Ponyboy by his newly chopped hair over a large tank of water. Randy stayed nearby, with a cooler of ice that was added to the tank.

Bob had a sinister grin and dunked Pony in aggressively. The kid struggled and shoved and pulled against his grip and the cuffs. It didn't help do anything but forced him further into the water. Paul's father made a hum of approval as he prevented Paul from trying to stop Bob.

"Take this as revenge for your little friend trying to get with my girl."

He yanked Pony up once the struggling began. Pony gasped for breath and coughed. His face started to flush from the cold water. Bob had deliberately kept his hair out, not wanting to get his hand wet. He repeated this again, holding ponyboy in just a little longer.

"What did your brother need a spy on my territory for anyway." Bob stated more than asking.

Pony huffed, "Probably makin' sure you're still useless."

Ponyboy was still trying to catch his breath as his teeth chattered, and shivers ran all through his body. Bob pushed against his head again, and he sucked in a breath before he went under. It was freezing. It forced him to let go of his air. Drowning had an odd burn to it. His lungs were on fire, but his entire body shook.

Paul felt just as frozen as the ice in the water as Pony struggled, and Bob laughed. That psycho laughed. He was going to kill him if he didn't pull him back up soon, and he was laughing like it was just a game. Pony shouldn't have back talked. He was just digging his own grave doing that.

Pony was getting lightheaded and couldn't fight against Bob much longer. His arms still tried to flail, trying to push himself up while also keeping his balance. Bob pulled him out, and Pony coughed out water he didn't even know he inhaled. Paul watched as water dripped off of Pony's face and hairline.

Pony looked at Paul and used his eyes to plead for help. Paul just shifted his weight to reveal his father sitting directly behind him. Bob abruptly let him go, and he barely stopped himself before he landed face first in the water. Not only that, Randy rolled up his sleeves and took Bob's place.

Randy was a follower, that much Paul and Pony knew. Randy also looked at Bob with a familiar emotion in his eyes, something Pony had seen before. Something he recognized from the lovesick look Soda teased Darry for. He could use that, at the very least, to buy him time. Then he remembered how they left Johnny.

"Do you just do whatever you're told gay boy?-" Pony swallowed a mouthful of water. The price he pays to make fun of his tormentors.

Randy pushed him in further than Bob did, his hair and the back of his neck were soaked too. He pulled him back up quickly, water dripping all over his clothes and making him even colder. He coughed as he tried to shake Randy off. Who just tightened his grip and made Pony look forward.

Randy spoke behind Pony. "Watch it. You might laugh, but we could always keep you in the water till you finally run out of breath."

"We can't, " Bob said, wiping his hand on a paper towel. "That doesn't mean we can't have fun with it, though!"

Bob gave Randy a nod, and Pony was under again. This time, he was under for longer. Struggling became harder and harder as his mind became fuzzy, and the cold felt so nice on his aching lip. Paul watched the bubbles release and stop. Bob finally gave in as Pony weakly began to lean forward into the water.

As Randy pulled him out, Pony began to cry. Weak, pathetic sobs as he choked out coughs and as he tried to get away from the tub. Paul couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to be in that position. Bob looked straight at Paul as Randy shoved Pony back in.

Bob smiled, walking over to Randy and looking at Pony. The sound of his head hitting plastic and hardwood. Pony tried everything to get his head up again. Paul's father finally left to join the ransom, and so Paul would be alone as they tortured this kid.

Randy pulled Pony up back into a sitting postion. Giving him a little break. He was sobbing, babbling words, and shaking like a leaf. Bob grabbed a bit of Pony's hair, rubbing in between two fingers and then wiping it off on Randy's sleeve.

"Just a couple more."

Randy hesitated. "Bob... He's shaking..."

"I didn't ask that, did I?"

He stayed still though. Bob stood next to him, sizing him up and then walking back to the seat Paul's father was previously in. Paul refused to be near that monster, so he moved towards Randy. Pony cries quieted, tears still rolled down his face mixing with the water dripping from his hair.

"Do what you want, but keep him quiet. That sound is disgusting. " Bob sighed.

Paul took his hankerchief, using it to gently wipe the tears and snot off of Pony's face. The kid didn't open his eyes, but he begged for his brothers. It squeezed his heart. It reminded him of Keith's little sister, who was perpetually scared of living. He really hoped they were safe.

"Please... I wanna go home..." Pony felt the fabric against his face, wanting to escape it, but the grip on his heart didn't allow him. " 's cold... 'm so cold"

After a few minutes, the tears stopped, and Pony quieted. Paul had some hope that Bob would have some mercy and let Pony rest for today. It was short-lived as Randy let go of Pony, who was exhausted, and he began to fall to the side.

Paul grabbed his shirt to soften the fall, looking at Randy, who refused to make eye contact. Randy reached into the cooler and dropped more ice into the tank. It wasn't an order. Ponyboy was still on the edge of consciousness, slowly coming back as his breath steadied and he wasn't panting anymore.

"You're real pathetic. Waterboarding a kid for kicks?" He pointed at Randy, "You're doing for someone else which is even worse."

Randy scowled, "Shut your mouth. Whats stopping me from just doing it again?"

"Maybe that Bob didn't say you coul-" Paul covered his mouth with the hankerchief.

Pony yelled, muffled curses at Paul and Randy. Eventually, Randy got tired of the noise and yanked him away from Paul and into the water. Paul wanted to shove Randy out of the way, but that was a one way ticket to being abandoned by his dad. Pony was pushing back against Randy, calling him just about every name he could think of as Randy struggled to shove him in.

"You're mad because I'm right! You're just as pathetic as me! Hes not gonna give you a spare glance you kn-"

Water splashed onto the floor and the spund of Ponyboy's head hitting the bottom of the bin sounded painful. Pony kept struggling against Randy but couldn't beat the leverage. Bob made a confused face then made a gesture for Randy to stop. He didn't though, he kept holding Pony down as the struggling got more and more desperate. He expected Randy to pull him back up but he just kept holding him in. Pony was dead weight and Randy kept him in the water.

"You'll kill him." Bob warned,

"Maybe the little brat would learn then!"

"He can't die yet."

Paul stepped in and shoved Randy away and pulled the kid. Pony was unconscious, but after a couple hits on his back from Paul, he reacted, choking on his own breath. The boy coughed harshly, water dripping from his mouth and barely getting enough air as tears or maybe just residual water rolled down his cheeks.

Randy scowled and left the room with a slam of the door.

Bob groaned as Randy's footsteps faded away. "I should get a hold of him. You can deal with the kid now."

Paul wanted to knock him out, break his teeth, and maybe even cut him up a bit. Maybe then Bob would know that he's not playing with a toy, he's traumatizing and torturing people. A child was shaking and out cold, making Paul's fingers itch with the need to grab Bob and beat some sense into him.

He had bigger—well—smaller fish to fry, the fish being the kid in his arms. His options were clear, he could clean him up and leave him here or make a run for it, see if he gets shot to death or gets the kid home safe. The kid was still stuck in between conscious and not. He waited some amount of time before finally getting to bother him.

"What's your name?" Paul whispered, seeing if the kid was awake.

"Ponyboy" It was long silence, though it was only about ten seconds, "Where's my dad?" the boy whispered back.

It hurt Paul, it reminded him of when he was younger and still allowed to talk freely to others. The sons of Darrel Sr. had been well hidden, but Paul knew how Darry used to sneak out and play football with his select few friends. Seeing his little brother, so similar but a direct opposite of him, it begged him to help and give up whatever his father was trying to turn him into. Maybe a monster like Bob, or a shadow like his mother.

"You're going home, I promise."

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call me the mcrib the way I leave and come back!! Anyways im like 94% sure im gonna ghost again because im on a strict watch for being too obsessed with this AU

trust, I'm evolving as we speak.

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My wips also dont have names

Tarry date

aquatic horseguy

Mafia Au; Killing Dally

die craz die

idk who to tag so uhh join if you want 😁👍

Wip Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @hogans-heroes thanks so much!! These are in order of how recently I've touched them. I have too many ideas and I hate giving titles lol. These are just my MotA ones because that's where my focus has been. Ask away!

Mask Sequel

Buck shot down

Buck's not ok

Throughout the Great War

Unconscious MOTA

Lolz

Buck doesn't eat

Gestspo

Tagging: @stars-remain2 @youokaybucky @heretoobsessstuff @avonne-writes @steviewicks45 @bcolfanfic @happy-days19 @crow2222

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hey if we’re mutuals you can literally interact w me whenever. send me whatever u want i will probably be very excited

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deepfried. bat. wings.

Stupid vampire

Ponyboy paints on Curly’s wings :3

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For me? 🥹🥹

April is the Cruelest Month Whump Event 2025!

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Tagging @r0cky-road @crazability

Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

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PAUL 😍😍 (and his fam ig.) Hes a little mysterious nonchalant king. Hes gonna be super chalant later though, Trust.

Meet Paul, (and Family ig...)

Paul Holden: Muscle & soon to be leader. He's currently working under his father to be prepared. He doesn't actually want to lead but is afraid of disappointing everyone. Dating Twobit as a little escape from reality.

Mr. Holden: Current leader, Hes an asshole but hes effective. Brute forces his way through everything while also giving his son daddy issues.

Mrs. Holden: (?), Shes referenced to but mostly in the form of Mrs. Holden/Mother of Paul, so she's not relevant at all. She exists, though!

David: Spy, He's referred to as Paul's friend, so he's also not relevant, but he exists. Also the bridge between Holdens and Sheldons.

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Controversial(?) hot take, but I genuinely don’t think Jally or JohnnyxDally is a bad ship when written right.

Personally, I’m kinda on and off on it. Like, sometimes I’ll read Jally- but not often. I only like it when Johnny and/or dally aren’t toned down to one characteristic. Stop making Jonny a baby and Dally really soft or a ducking dickhead. Stop making them so dependent on each other( and yes, in canon, dally killed himself because Johnny died, but they can do things without the other. Dally didn’t have the one person who he could actually trust, and he didn’t allow himself to reach out to others. He felt trapped and only had one way out)

ALSO! They don’t have a large age difference. Johnny is 16, Dally is 17. So if you hate on the people that ship it for that, maybe recheck it.

And I’m not saying you have to like the ship, just don’t put down the people that do. Dislike it all you want, I don’t care. Everyone has preferences and opinions, accept it. I like Jally when I feel its written well. You don’t have to.

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You know what! I like Dallas winston and I like how S.E. developed his character in the outsiders book but thar does not mean i support his action in the bo- *gets shot in the head*

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in honor of discovering a new pid-bit enjoyer im (not) writing another meeting. Geez, they do that alot huh? Totally not because that my excuse for them interacting!

this is all out of order, so one day, I'll organize it and make a masterlist (false)

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Darry walked in with his brother. He noticed how the only open seats were very close to Tim and Curly, still it was a bit awkward between them now. After many interrupted and failed dates, Tim had gotten ridiculed and demoted. Darry almost wanted to ask Pony to sit closer to Tim, but he felt as though this may be his only chance in a while to get a chance to speak to him. Tim had been avoiding him like a mouse avoids cats.

He sat next to Mrs. Mathews, giving her hand a kiss before he sat. She had many influences and was a very adored woman in the community. It helped his case when he was respectful and turned the manners up a notch. Currently, Darry was trying to secure a cross alliance between the Shepards and Mathews. Both families were notorious for their old-fashioned, ruthless ways, which sparked a small rivarly. Darry was hoping to squash it with diplomacy and avoid any fighting.

Everyone slowly began to file in, and Tim could feel everyone staring at him. Even the little girl who brought them drinks stopped to stare at him. Some embraced his new traitorous title, addressing Curly instead of him. Others not so much, Tim hated having to remind them that he's not to be spoken to by anyone other than Curly and Darry. It was humiliating to have to stay completely quiet as his little brother answered questions mindlessly, even looking to Tim and telling him to answer.

If only Slyvia could've kept her mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened. If only Tim could have rejected Darry from the start, this wouldn't have happened. If only Tim wasn't stupid enough to let this happen. Now he was forced to listen and do as Curly demanded, which was everything, as Curly got to sit back and watch.

"Mr. Shepard-" Mrs. Mathews began.

"Miss, 'M not Curly." He said with a tinge of resentment in his tone.

"Do not cut me off, and I know." She smiled sweetly, "I simply wanted to be sure you also heard, I will be stepping down soon, and my son will replace me."

Her son came in, another man. He looked... calm, and didn't seem to have any worries. He introduced himself as Keith but informed us that some people may call him Two-bit. Darry gave him a firm handshake as he sat down, right in between Darry and Tim.

He stunk of booze and, for some reason, chocolate. It gave Darry a mild headache, the sweet scent too hard on his senses. Tim was on edge, and the alcohol smell reminded him of the leader who came before him. The training he endured and scars that littered his skin and proof he was ready to lead. It pissed him off.

Tim had worked so hard to reach where he was, and because he got comfortable, he lost it all. This guy was getting his position from family. He didn't deserve the power, and neither did Darry. Both of them were given it, while Tim had to fight tooth and nail to stay in the running.

Even Curly just had to wait for his brother to mess up, speaking of which, he was clearly struggling to keep up with all the information. It brought him a bit of relief that people could see his brother clearly wasn't prepared for so much responsibility.

"And so uhm... It's..." Curly looked to Tim expecting help, but Tim continued to look down at his lap. "I- My brother Tim, can explain the details!"

Tim's head whipped over to Curly, and then he looked back to the table of people expecting him to listen. "Recently... we have agreed to an alliance with Mr. Curtis..."

"This is meant to create a cross alliance with the Mathews, and eventually the Holdens. To strengthen influence and expand business into new areas." Curly was doodling batman as Tim spoke, not even paying attention.

The rest of his speech passed as a blur. Everyone's eyes were on him. It comforted him just as much as it set off his fight or flight. Tim got through the details with few interruptions other than a question or two. The negotiations began and Curly did a bit better this time

Curly copied what he remembered from previous negotiations, what they had wanted, and what they were willing to give. There was a small strip of neutral territory between the Shepards and Mathews, which wanted to be widened by the Mathews. Tim silently hoped Curly wouldn't give in.

It stayed professional for the most part, Darry, keeping the discussion on track whenever Keith tried to derail the topic. Keith was good, but not good enough to beat a child, apparently. He was also getting irritated from the constant butting in from Darry to stay on topic.

"Mr. Shepard, can I ask how old you are?" Keith said with a small huff of annoyance.

Don't answer. "I am fifteen, but my age has nothing to do with this." Tim placed his head in his hands as he listened to Curly screw them over.

Keith knew what he was doing. He was going to argue that they were incompetent and that working with them would drag them down. Tim wanted to rip out Curly's hair and tape his mouth shut, maybe that would make this go smoother.

"Years young, I see?" He chuckled at his own joke. Obnoxious. "If it doesn't insult you, I'd rather speak to someone older. Your brother, maybe?"

"Sure, he probably wants me to shut up anyway." Curly yawned as he picked his pencil back up and continued doodling.

At the very least, he was being given control of the coversation. The negotiating went south fast. Keith was being easy on Curly and was ruthless when against Tim. Tim was just itching to jump across the table and slam that stupid smug face into the table.

Keith dragged Tim out of his violent urges, "You probably think I'm mouthy or too demanding. That's true, I don't care about most of what you're asking for."

Keith hummed calmly as he pulled out a document, "We'll be willing to give up part of our territory as neutral if you match it. But, we want some of your assests."

"Or a date," what. "You decide!"

Darry also choked at the sudden proposition. Keith stayed with a smug smirk, asking Curly and Pony about themselves, while the two guys were in their stupor. Curly had a disgusted face as he spoke to Keith, and Pony was also there, kind of avoiding having to talk.

Darry cleared his throat finally, "That is highly inappropriate! Mr.... Mr Matthews, thi-"

"Inappropriate, shmimappropriate!" He gave Darry a toothy grin, "Dont worry, big guy, Im not leaving you out either! I promise to show you a good time"

Tim felt his face catch on fire as Darry quickly put an end to today's meeting before it got too out of hand. Keith took his leave, ruffling Curly's hair and giving Pony a pat on the back. Tim dared to peek as the door opened.

"See ya soon, sweethearts!" He said, aiming a wink directly at Tim.

Curly laughed, and Pony had a disgusted look on his face. Darry couldn't decide if he was jealous that Keith asked out Tim or flustered that Keith asked him out, too. Tim looked like he would rather be anywhere else and began to pack up Darry's things to kick him out sooner.

Curly and Pony were already on their phones playing roblox as Tim tried to shoo them away. Pony was persistent though, he had to prove that he was better at dress to impress. Curly also whined to Tim to let them stay longer.

"You do not have to be next to eachother to play roblox. They have to go Curly."

Curly groaned, "Just because you two are a mess doesn't mean we have to be punished! Let us play!"

Darry was also trying to convince Pony to go, but by the looks of it, was fighting a losing battle for him.

"C’mon Tim, use this as a chance to actually go on the date!"

"We alrea-"

"A proper date. I did not make that alliance for you to fumble."

Tim shushed his brother, but Darry had a mean smirk on his face. He gave Curly a smack upside the head, who yelped, then ran off to go play with Ponyboy. The door slammed, leaving them alone, but Tim didn't want to turn to face him again.

"Soo..." Oh god. "How about that date then?"

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I had this put away for so long, and it was honestly so easy to finish. Anyways its implied that Two thinks Tarry is dating, he doesn't, and they're not. (Yet)

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mmm Twobit has a beer belly, perfect pillow for his boyfs

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I love it when people draw stinky greasy (not) yankee blond Dally instead of Matt Dillon. Dont get me wrong, i love him, but my king should've been performed in his stinky (not) yankee glory

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hello sailor 😍😍

Maryland! Havent drawn him since 2023! Phew, what a long time! Still a prettyboy I hope.

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peter the horse is here...