#and when steve accepted it and dropped hints to soda

[yournormalidiot]

Steve and evie are gay and lesbain solidarity, they def had a lavender marriage

[callme-holly]

𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐃.𝐂

||۶ৎ part 2 of the "radio silence" series

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YOU START TO SEE MORE OF THEM AFTER THAT NIGHT.

Not that you were trying to—you wanted nothing more than to avoid any chances of bumping into Darry—but they seemed to be everywhere no matter where you went. At the DX when you just wanted to fill up your tank. The drive-in. The diner… 

They all remembered you fondly. They’d smile and usher you over, an invite you could never ignore no matter how much you wanted to. You’d chat for a while, laugh in a way that made you feel lighter than you had in years… And then the dreaded topic would creep back in…

“Why did you and Darry break up?” 

You’d simply shrug in response, not knowing the answer yourself. Distance. Miscommunications. Both wanting different things… You didn’t know. 

Whatever it was, people seemed to get the hint and would move on to normal, more comfortable subjects. had clapped you on the shoulder so forcefully that it made you wince through a smile, almost knocking you off balance. "Didn't think you'd ever show your face around here again," he'd grinned. "But it's good to see you."

Steve gave you an awkward hug and said, "You look like New York chewed you up and spat you back onto the sidewalk." And you'd laughed because he couldn't have gotten closer to the truth.

Even Johnny—kind, quieter-than-usual Johnny—offered a small smile and a wave like no time had passed at all.

But Darry? Darry said nothing. 

He was always around, always hovering in the background like a piercing buzz in your ears. You’d catch glimpses of him slouching against walls or booths, wanting no part of the gang's antics and doing everything in his power to not look at you. Sometimes you’d catch him staring; you would feel his eyes on your back, but whenever you spoke, he had an excuse to leave. Something carefully curated and clearly planned in advance. 

You tried not to care—you tried so hard. But it hurt. Of course it hurt. Because deep down, you just wanted your boy back… 

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It kept happening. No matter how often you tried to avoid the places he frequented, he’d always be there. Shopping, walking, simply going about his own business; you always found him and he always found you, like you were both attached to either end of a long string that only stretched so far. 

“I just… I don’t know, Soda,” you sighed, sitting down on your mottled couch and handing him a drink. The furniture was clearly second-hand, battered and ancient, but cheap enough for you to not care. “He’s everywhere.” 

Sodapop hummed in response, lounging back in your chair, accepting the drink with a nod. “Maybe it’s a sign.” He muttered, and that idea made you want to throw up and pray all at once.

“I hope not.” You settled on, your voice mingled with the gentle drip-drop of rainwater hitting the hardwood flooring. The leak was becoming an issue, a large stain starting to spread across the ceiling that made you cringe as you looked at it. Unremovable and unescapable. Just like Darrel Curtis. 

“You should get that fixed.” Soda mused, following your gaze with curious eyes.

“I’m planning on it,” You sighed, rubbing idly at your temple. “I’ll call someone later.” 

“Don’t waste your money.” His voice startled you, the suddenness of his statement jolting your whole body. “I know someone who would do it for free.” 

And while you were suspicious, you didn’t question it. Any money you could save up was money towards a ticket back to New York… 

So you’d said yes.

You regretted that choice the second the doorbell rang and you opened the door, a smile plastered on your features, which dropped the moment you took in the figure standing on your porch.

“Darry?” 

He looked just as surprised as you, brows raised high, his muscles clearly tensed under the tight fabric of his shirt. “Uh�� Soda said you got a leak?” 

You nodded, as if on autopilot, holding the door open in invitation. It seemed rude to shut the door on him after he’d come all this way, especially since those were the first words he’d spoken to you since dinner last week. 

“It’s small… If it’s too much trouble, I’ll just toss a bucket under it and hope there’s no rain—” 

But the headshake he gave in response shut you up immediately and you could only watch as he inspected the bubbling paint with all the focus of a man who had been doing this for years. 

“No. I’m not having you living in a house close to flooding.” And while the house was definitely at no risk of filling with water, there was a sweetness behind the words that made your chest tighten. 

“Okay…” Was all you could manage as he dragged himself back outside, the door closing behind him as he climbed to the roof to begin working. Working. That was why he was here. Not for you. Not anymore.

You slumped onto the couch with a groan, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes, willing away the pain and the tears you’d wasted far too much energy on over the years. He didn’t deserve it. Not anymore. 

When he eventually came back down, the sun had started to sink low on the horizon, and you were entirely drained of energy. His shirt clung to his back with sweat, sleeves pushed up, and his hands were rough as ever. Still beautiful.

"Should be fine for now," he muttered, packing away the last of his tools and you leaned against the doorframe. "Might need a full fix soon, but it'll hold through the next couple of storms."

He headed to the sink without asking, scrubbing his hands free of grit and dirt. You watched in silence, heart knocking in your ribs in a beat you'd become far too familiar with.

When he dried his hands and headed for the door, bag over his shoulder, you heard yourself say words entirely unfiltered and masked with a pain that made his heart clench.

"Why didn't you return my calls?" 

He exhaled slowly, hand still gripping the door handle tightly, knuckles turning white. “You really want to do this now?” 

“I think it’s overdue, don’t you?” 

The silence that followed was oppressive, weighing down on you like a tidal wave, dragging you into the rough current and drowning you in your own sense of self-pity. 

“You left first.” He muttered, and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“I left for college. A chance at the life you supported. You told me to go! You promised we’d sort it out together!” 

“You stopped calling.” Another accusation; another reason why it was your fault.

“Because you stopped answering, Darry!” You let out a laugh, lacking any real humour and filled with a burning frustration. “What was I supposed to do?” 

You watched his jaw clench, eyes narrowing as he set his bag down slowly, turning to face you. His frame towered over you, intimidating. "I had responsibilities. Sorry I couldn't drop everything and go running after you."

"I wasn't asking you to drop everything. I just wanted to know you cared."

"I had two brothers who depended on me. A house to hold together. I didn't have the luxury of going after something that was already slipping through my damn fingers."

It was unclear whether he was talking about you or his scholarship. Either way, he'd lost both. Not by choice, but by the harsh reality of the world.

"So what?" You whispered, tears finally welling in the corners of your eyes, shining like stars. "You just let go?"

His face fell, the harsh lines softening as he looked down at you. He looked younger this way, vulnerable, like the boy you'd left behind.

"What else was I meant to do? You were building a life for yourself without me." His tone was gentler now, but still bitter enough to make you flinch. "Didn't think you wanted me in it anymore."

"I did." Your voice cracked, a sound so agonising that he inhaled sharply, bending down to pick up his bag.

He didn't say another word. Simply turned his back on you, reaching for the door once more and finally opening it.  

“Darry—” You cried, stepping forward as if to intercept him but making no real move to reach out. 

“I never gave up.” He stated, and for a moment you heard the slight waver behind his words. “I just didn’t know how to hold on to what we had.”

“We were scared.” You tried, suddenly desperate for him to hold you in his arms again, to wipe your tears and pet your hair…

“Maybe we still are.” 

And then he was gone, walking back to his truck like he hadn’t just crushed your heart into a million pieces for the second time in his life. 

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||۶ৎ tag list. @mrsdillonx , @goingdelux18 , @princesshailierawr , @r0seb100d , @groovydonutpost, @rizzraa , @sheepandlams , @marinefreaakk , @sugarrootwrites , @marilyn-girly

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi! I love your outsiders x f!reader, and I was wondering if you could do a reader who acts like Dolly Parton? Thank you!

Summary: The gang with a Dolly Parton!Reader

Warnings: none

Authors Note: none

PONYBOY loves how empathetic you are. He appreciates how you may seem like a "dumb girl" but you still persevere and strive towards amazing goals with passion. He loves when you sing, he thinks your voice is powerful and warm and tries to get you to sing country because he thinks you'd fit it perfectly. He tries his hardest to not let the socs get near you, he sees them as evil and corrupt so will literally throw a big ass tantrum if they get near you.

JOHNNY sees you like a drop of water in the desert. There are not many people in Tulsa that are as pure and kind as you are. You have the ability to smile and laugh through anything, and he finds you to be so sweet. He loves your singing too, he's always wanted to sing but he's a bit shy so you have to work it out of him. He loves watching you do your hair, putting them in big pagent queen styles, and he loves the smell of your hairspray.

SODAPOP absolutely adores you. You are like, the perfect girl, (in his eyes). He thinks your country style makes you fit perfectly into Tulsa. He's often beard saying that Tulsa was made for you. Sodas crush on you is more or less very obvious. He tries talking to you about horses all the time because that's the only "country esque" thing he can think of. He's also very protective of you around socs, he's always walking you home late at night and always making sure you get home safely.

STEVE is totally a jerk to you at first because he thinks your kindness stems from malice. He's always avoiding you, so you took a hint and left him alone, he found himself thinking about you more and more until eventually he developed a little crush on you. He's always talking about you, complimenting your personality. He buys you records just to hear you sing and is always supporting you from the sidelines. He loves helping you do your hair, holding a hair roller in place etc, and sometimes even let's you do his hair.

TWO BIT is actually a big Dolly Parton fan, but only because he realized he has such a big fat crush on you. He recognized the similarities between you two and now he's fingerling over both of you. He'll give you her songs on tapes that you can play and he's soooo happy when you sing them. He tries not to "mold" you to Dolly though, letting your uniqueness shine through. He always appreciates the little moments when you tell him what's bothering you and stuff instead of being totally super happy all the time.

DARRY also recognized the similarities between you and Dolly Parton. He thinks it's pretty cool to have such a carbon copy of a celebrity walking around. Unknowingly, he started noticing you and talking to you more, even forming a crush on you. He thinks your extravagant country glamours yet your Lind and empathetic personality is such an attractive think to have. He's always singing Dolly's songs noelw, because they remind him of you. He's always trying to shelter you, he tells you that if you have any issue with a soc or greaser to come find him and he'll take care of it.

DALLAS finds your country style pretty fascinating, however, he thinks your kindness is annoying and knows there's no way to leverage you. He and you dated as a bet to see how long you both would last, you dating the tuffest guy and him with the perfect girl. You thought why not have a little fun and accepted. Seeing how strong you two were going was a nod to how surprisingly compatible you two were. He always steals records for you to listen to and makeup and hair products. He complains about getting emasculated but his reputation really skyrocketed by dating you. He's also really protective over you but not only with socs but with greasers too. He only trusts you around the gang, and even then not so much.

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter 1. Chapter 7

The conversation with his manager had gone better than Steve expected. They had recently lost their overnight stock person and he couldn’t help but think how perfect that would be. Now that his manager had agreed to let him take the spot he could be home with Nova while Eddie was at work, if Eddie would agree to that of course. Since they had moved in, Eddie had continued to take Nova to Aimee’s before work and Steve would pick her up on days he got off work before Eddie. He had been trying to think of a way to be home during the day so Eddie didn’t have to drive all the way to the other side of town to drop Nova off and then back into town to work. His manager hadn’t been excited about the idea, Steve had a way with getting annoyed customers to calm down, but he’d understood when Steve explained.

Now he had to find a way to bring it up with Eddie. It probably would have been best to talk to him before but he thought Eddie might be more likely to accept his offer this way. There’d be the excuse of saving gas too of course. Steve didn’t have to tell him how attached he’d grown to Nova. He knew she wasn’t technically his responsibility but his heart didn’t seem to get the memo. Sure he’d have to get used to a new sleep schedule that involved sleeping a little in the morning and a little again at night, just hoping it all added up to a decent eight hours, but he could make it work. His new shift would have him going in at ten and off by four in the morning. 

Eddie would be home any minute now so Steve brought their dinner to table and got Nova set up in her high chair. Should he wait until after dinner to talk to him? What if he lost the courage during dinner when he decided to wait until after? There wasn’t any more time to figure it out when he heard the front door open.

“Princess I’m home!!” Eddie shouted as he walked through the door. “And there is my bravest knight, have you been looking after the princess this afternoon?” he asked Nova as he picked her up blowing raspberries on her stomach whilst she giggled. 

"Really?" Steve asked, trying to hide the fondness in his voice with an eye roll. "How was your day?" 

“Yes really, look at how much she’s giggling. Are you going to ruin that for her?” Eddie smirked. “Yeah not been too bad, Susan came in, for the third time this week, apparently the car is still making the weird noise” 

"Of course she didn't get the hint." Steve mumbled as he started putting the pasta on plates for each of them. "Anyway, I uh, I've got something to talk to you about."

“Hit me with it” Eddie said as he grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge. 

"So I got switched to stocking overnight at work."

“Oh, how come? They short on nights?” Eddie queeried.

"No. I actually asked for it."

“Right, why’s that?” 

"So um, I kinda thought that maybe it would be helpful. I could watch Nova while you were at work so you don't have to drive all the way to Aimee's and back towards work. Thought it might make things easier and save you some gas." Steve said, pushing his pasta around his plate and staring down at it. He couldn't look at Eddie, didn't want to see the look on his face if he thought Steve was overstepping.

“Steve, you really didn't have to do that, I’m making it work, it means a lot that you’ve done it though. Thank you so much” Eddie replied with a smile. 

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to."

“Well, thank you again. So what hours will you be working?” Eddie asked. 

"Ten to four." 

“Ok, that's great” 

"I finish this week on my current schedule and then switch next week."

“I’ll have a word at work as well, see if I can start doing the slightly later shift giving you a chance to sleep before you’re left with madam, I’ll make sure she’s changed, dressed for the day and fed before I leave so she’ll settle back down and give you longer.” Eddie said. 

"You don't have to do that. I knew what my sleep schedule would be like when I asked to switch. It's fine really. I don't mind. I just want to help and she's good company."

“It’s only fair after how much you’ve done for us both and continue to do.” 

"It's no big deal, really. It's nice to have some life in this house for a change." Steve replied. What he really wanted to say was that he'd do anything for Eddie and Nova. They didn't even have to ask. If it would make their lives easier or better in any way then Steve wouldn't hesitate to do it. That wasn't something he could say out loud though. He had already been worried about overstepping and continued to worry about the possibility of Eddie finding out his real feelings and leaving. 

They finished eating the pasta and garlic bread and then Eddie gave Nova her last bottle whilst her bath ran. 40 minutes, a giggly bathtime and silly voices for a story later and Nova was sound asleep in her crib Eddie headed back downstairs, baby monitor screen in hand. 

“Fancy a movie before we sleep?” Eddie asked as he walked into the kitchen finding Steve cleaning up from their evening meal. 

“Sure, we could watch the second Lord of the Rings film if you want? The Two Towers right?” Steve answered, finishing up with the dishes and drying his hands off. 

“Correct, I'll make a nerd of you yet Harrington” Eddie laughed. 

“Yeah yeah whatever” Steve grumbled “Go set up whilst I put these away yeah?" 

They settled down on the couch and Eddie started the film. Soon enough Eddie's eyes started to get very heavy. 

He woke up sometime later to the title screen playing over and over and soft breathing into his neck. Had he fallen asleep with Nova on him? Surely there was no way he would, or that Steve would leave her there. No no, he remembered getting her ready for bed, making up a story and setting her down. That meant that the breath and soft snores could only be from one person. Steve. Oh. Fuck, how had this happened? He opened his eyes and looked down. He was lying on his back on the couch, Steve was lying half on his side and half over Eddie he had ended up with his face smooshed into Eddies neck. Shit. This was not good. He had to move slowly but before Steve woke up to find that this had happened. How would he react if he woke up to find them cuddled up? Eddie didn’t have enough money to move out just yet. He’d hoped he’d have a little more time before they had to move out, he wanted to find somewhere else, perfect for him and Nova. 

He slowly moved himself from under Steve and made sure that Steve looked comfy on the couch before laying a blanket over him and then heading up to bed himself. As he lay there after he wondered if Steve would remember in the morning. Had he already ruined what he and Nova had? But then again Eddie didn't remember Steve falling asleep and he certainly didn't remember them cuddling up. 

Had it really been that long since he’d been on a date that he took comfort wherever he could find it? He fell into a restless sleep. 

When he woke again he did what he did every morning upon waking, he looked over at Nova’s monitor and made sure she was ok. What he saw this morning almost killed him off right there. He watched as Steve said good morning to Nova and picked her up giving her a big hug, she couldn't have been crying, Eddie never slept through her actually crying, no, this was Steve just going and making sure she was ok. Eddie sat up and watched as Steve got her diaper changed and set her down on the floor, sitting with her and playing with her toys. Eddie reached over and grabbed his phone, turning all his dating profiles back on before he could think twice, he figured it was either that or getting on his knees for Steve Harrington, and at this point he wasn't sure he would propose to him or blow him. Both, he would probably end up doing both. Having a crush on a straight guy never ended well. 

“Steve, can I talk to you about something?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room a few evenings later. 

"Sure, what's up?"

“So, I’ve been talking to someone called Taylor for a handful of days and I was wondering if you could watch Nova a couple hours extra one day next week so we can grab a drink after work?” 

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure. That's fine." Steve answered half-heartedly.

“Thanks man, I owe you one” Eddie sighed, relieved. “Fancy Chinese takeout?” 

"Sounds good to me."

They both ate their food and then Eddie got Nova ready for bed, she giggled her way through her bath and fell asleep before the princess had met the dragon in his story. The whole time he got her ready he couldn't help but think about how quiet Steve had been after Eddie had mentioned the date. Had he really stepped over the line asking for extra babysitting? 

Steve sat rocking Nova in silence. It probably would have helped if he'd attempted to hum or sing but he couldn't really get his mind to do anything but think about Eddie. How Eddie was out on a date with someone else right now, probably having a great time and that should be Steve. Had he done something wrong to push Eddie away from him and towards other people? He wanted Eddie to be happy even if it was with someone else but damn it if it wasn't going to hurt like hell. Maybe Steve wasn't really what Eddie or Nova needed in the end, they'd be happier somewhere else. He could at least pretend that he was enough and try to enjoy their presence while they were still here. 

As Steve put Nova in her crib, he heard the front door open and close. 

"Hey, how'd it go?" Steve asked once he made it downstairs to Eddie. 

“Yeah it went ok, we got on well. Kind of left it open if we’ll see each other again, but yeah. I think it went well.” Eddie said on the friday evening when he got home after his date. 

He hadn’t lied, the date had gone well, but Taylor had already expressed an interest in seeing him again but Eddie had said that he would need to sort child care first and would message them. Truthfully he liked them, they were good looking and they both got on well, but something wasn't quite right. He already felt as though they would be second best to Steve and that wasn't fair on them.

[nailriddenbat]

We Make a Good Team

Summary: Mom is out for the night and you’re in charge of the party (AKA the six kids who constantly seemed to crash at your house) and while they can be a handful, you’ve got a pretty good partner to help you out.

Requested by: @somekryptonitewriting; so what i got is a stev x reader!henderson oneshot where they are both babysitting the kids and its just them trying to maintain control over the kids and trying to keep them out of trouble but they secretly like dealing with them and just overall fluff between steve and the reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags (PLEASE message me if you want to be added to the permanent tag list for any fic, especially if you already asked and I forgot!): @thegirlwhoisintoomanyfandoms @la-fille-en-aiguilles @jj-writes-shit @thebitterbookeater @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @richletozler @just-smile-darling @w-ingardiumleviosa @buckysmaingirl @magic-and-timetravel 

A/N: This is my first request so I hope I did it justice! I am starting to accept them but I will fill them in the order I accept them, so hang in there if I don’t post one immediately! I’m very excited to hear all of your ideas and very excited to share some more Steve fluff with you all! 

1985.

Another night, another adventure in babysitting. What shall it be tonight? A trip to the arcade? Another endearing round of Dungeons and Dragons? Movie night? You tapped your finger against your chin as you stared at the group of children in the living room as they all spoke over each other. While you loved your brother and his friends dearly, the volume of their voices was enough to cause your head to start throbbing.

You called out to them to get their attention but they didn’t even turn around. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, holding your fingers up to your mouth before whistling loudly.

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin shouted as he threw his hands over his ear.

“What are you trying to do? Get the attention of every dog in the neighborhood?” Mike groaned as he tugged at his ear a little.

“Nope. Just trying to get the attention of you dipshits,” you grinned. “Movie night. Head to the rack and pick one.”

“Y/N we have watched almost every single one of those movies,” Lucas sighed as he dropped to the couch.

“Is there anything new?” Will asked as he walked over to the rack.

“Y’know there is one person in this group who hasn’t seen all of them,” Max pointed out that little fact to the boys as she looked over at El, who simply just shrugged her shoulders with a small smile.

You stood back as another heated discussion began between the kids over what movie they should watch. You counted to ten in your head and took a deep breath before whistling again.

“Would you STOP?” Dustin yelled over at you.

“Never,” you laughed. 

The doorbell rang and the kids looked over at the door.

“In come the reinforcements!” you skipped over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Steve Harrington. He stood armed with two boxes of pizza, bags wrapped around one arm that had bottles of soda and another bag filled with new releases from the video store.

“I’m here and ready for battle,” Steve smirked at you before he moved in.

The kids all jumped up and shouted as they saw him walk through the door. He held his leg up to keep them at bay as he shouted over the group, “Back up! If I drop one of these boxes you can all pick the cheese off of the floor because I am not going back to get another one.”

“Kitchen!” you waved your hands so they would all flock to the other room and watched as they did so, looking over at Steve with a grin.

“Steve Harrington to the rescue,” he winked at you before he leaned in to kiss your cheek gently.

You swooned and you sighed, “My hero,” as you held your hand up to your forehead. He rolled his eyes and called you a jerk playfully before he followed the party into the kitchen.

Dustin was lined up first, holding a plate in his hand and waiting impatiently to grab the first slice.

You raised an eyebrow at him and glanced behind him, where Max and El stood. “Dustin,” you cleared your throat. “Ever heard of a rule called ladies first?”

Steve slid the pizza boxes onto the stove and turned his body so he was blocking them. In typical Steve Harrington fashion, as you so frequently teased him about, he snatched the nearest dish towel up and swung it over his shoulders. His hands went to his hips and he looked over at Dustin with a tilted head as he said, “No one’s getting pizza until the ladies eat first. And that includes your sister.”

Dustin sighed before he moved out of the way and to the back of the line as Max stepped up with a smirk.

He started cutting up slices and handing them to the kids, stopping after Max and El to hand you a slice of your own which you left to the side for now. You and Steve had an assembly line going as he handed out the pizza and you handed out cups of soda. One by one they wandered to the table and sat back down.

You leaned against the counter and blew a piece of hair out of your face. “I’m too old for this shit,” you exhaled.

“You have not even hit your twenties yet,” Steve laughed as he jumped up onto the counter and started to eat his slice of pizza.

You hushed him which caused him to laugh even more and looked over at the table as you chewed on your pizza. They had their heads pressed together and were whispering. Your eyes narrowed and you looked back at Steve.

He caught them too and rolled his eyes as he muttered underneath his breath with a mouth full of pizza, “These damn kids are always planning something.”

“Hey!” you shouted. “No plans that result in Max driving, someone getting punched, or going into any underground lairs, okay? Final warning!” You paused to take a sip of your soda then looked at Steve for approval. “How was that?”

“Pretty good,” Steve said.

“Why do you automatically assume that we’re always up to no good?” Dustin spoke up.

“Because you’re always up to no good,” both you and Steve answered him simultaneously.

Lucas shuddered a little and shook his head, “It’s scary when they do that.”

“And they do it too often,” Will argued with him as he leaned forward to take another bite of his pizza.

“Yeah, yeah. Big, bad, scary babysitters,” you rolled your eyes before leaning forward to snatch the bag of movies Steve had brought over. “Alright shitheads! Steve brought over new movies for you to pick from.”

They all shouted out in relief and El leaned forward to watch you as you laid out each case on the table. You listed them off and held them up so the whole table could see: Back to the Future, A Nightmare on Elm Street (this caused you to throw a dirty look in Steve’s direction), Red Dawn - which had your vote because Patrick freaking Swayze - Footloose, The Karate Kid, and Sixteen Candles.

The boys threw their hands up in the air, shouting that they wanted to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street while Max scrunched her face up. 

“Seriously? Haven’t we dealt with enough scary shit?” she said. “Back to the Future is by far the better choice.”

“It’s Freddy freaking Kreuger!” Mike shouted. 

“It’s Marty freaking McFly!” Max shot back at him, twisting her face at him.

“OR we can watch Red Dawn,” you jumped in.

“You just want to watch Red Dawn so you can drool over Patrick Swayze,” Dustin rolled his eyes at his older sister.

“Why drool over him when you have me?” Steve called out from behind me. 

You waved your hand at him to shush him. “On a serious note,” you said, “Max has a point. I’d rather you watch something that’s a little more chill. El? What do you think?”

El looked over at the movie covers, examining them closely. She was unsure of which one Max had suggested and looked up at her. Max pointed to the cover and El nodded her head. “That one,” she smiled up at you.

You glanced up at Mike and Lucas, watching as their faces melt. You grinned as they mumbled underneath their breath that Back to the Future was a good choice. Dustin groaned loudly and Will just grinned to himself.

“Back to the Future it is,” Steve said. He jumped off of the counter and moved over to the table. “Help me clean up and then we’ll set the TV up.”

“I’ll prep the living room,” you said as you wandered off. You had a closet full of extra blankets and pillows that you usually tossed around the living room when it was movie night.

You were dropping pillows to the floor when you felt arms circle around your waist. Steve’s voice rang in your ears as he whispered, “Do you really drool over Patrick Swayze?”

You laughed softly and slid your hands over his arms, the blankets falling to the floor. “He’s so dreamy, Steve. What can I say?” you tilted your head back so you could look up at him.

He groaned and started to pout, “I have better hair than him.”

You turned in his arms and touched his hair lightly, humming as you nod your head, “It’s a shame that’s all you’ve got going for you, Harrington.”

He poked your sides and caused you to jerk into his body. You were extremely ticklish and you slapped his shoulder playfully. He grabbed your wrist gently and tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss you. You breathed in before you took his head in your hands and held it as you kissed him back. His arms tightened around your waist and he leaned back, lifting you off of the ground slightly. Your feet kicked back just as you bit down on his lip slowly, causing him to groan against your lips.

The kiss was cut short just as you heard something crash to the ground followed by curse words. You pulled away shortly as your face twisted in frustration. “What was that?” you called out.

All of the kids shouted back that it was nothing which meant it was in fact something. 

“They can’t just sit still for two freaking seconds,” you rubbed your face as you sighed. There was the familiar throbbing in your head. 

Steve leaned forward to kiss your head before he turned to find out what had happened in the kitchen. You picked the pillows and blankets back up to continue setting up, shaking your head as you heard Steve shout at them for spilling an entire bottle of soda.

The clean up took a while but eventually they all shuffled back into the living room to take their respective spots. The kids opted to all lay out on the floor as Steve set up the TV and you wandered back into the kitchen to make them some popcorn that they could pass back and forth.

“You all good?” you heard Steve ask them. You grabbed the bowl and moved back into the living room, leaning down to hand over the popcorn.

“Just shut the lights off and start the movie already,” Max called out.

“Someone’s demanding,” Steve snorted before he hit the lights off. He tugged his jacket off and kicked his shoes off before he leaned down and pushed the tape into the VCR player, pressing play before stepping over the kids.

You scooted over as he dropped into the corner of the couch. His legs lifted up and spread apart just as you leaned in between them, laying on your side as your head rested on his chest. His arms came around you as he leaned down to kiss your head, whispering into your hair, “Is your head okay?” 

You nodded your head and looked up at him, your voice small so the kids couldn’t hear it much, “It’ll go away soon.”

“Good,” he poked your nose lightly and you nipped the tip of his finger playfully. He glanced at the kids then back at you as he whispered with a grin, “They’re finally quiet.”

You laughed a little and rested your head on his chest again. While the kids watched the movie, you watched them. You couldn’t put into words how happy it made you to know that Dustin had such a good group of friends. Sure, they were trouble makers. Sure, they were loud and messy. And sure, they were most likely always in some sort of danger. Despite all of that, though, they were a tight-knit group who supported each other no matter what. They knew how to make you laugh and the way they idolized Steve made your heart soar. They were your kids, Steve’s kids, and you loved them all despite the headaches they gave you every single time you had to babysit.

“You’re lost in thought,” Steve muttered. He pushed your hair back gently and you looked back up at him

“I’m just thinking of how much I love babysitting these shitheads,” you admitted to him. 

He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “I kinda like it too,” he grinned. “Especially with you as a partner.”

“We make a good team,” you winked up at him and leaned up to kiss him softly, balancing yourself by holding onto his shoulders. His hand moved up to cup your face as he moved his lips across yours slowly.

“Can you two stop sucking face so we can pay attention to the damn movie?” Dustin broke up the moment by tossing a piece of popcorn at you.

You turned your head and grabbed the nearest pillow, chucking it at Dustin’s head. “Watch the movie, dipshit!” you yelled at him.

Steve laughed loudly as he pulled you back to his chest. He kissed your head and you sighed, putting all of your attention on the movie. Another night of babysitting was complete.

[allonsysilvertongue]

Here’s a prompt: Jopper + new year’s eve celebration

I had a lot of fun writing this. Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Hawkins: The Upside - 1985

Hopper couldn’t remember thelast time he had celebrated New Year. Before he lost Sarah probably, when heactually had something to look forward to when a fresh year came. When he returnedto Hawkins in ’79, his life had spiralled out of control too much for suchtrivial things like New Year celebrations to be a feature.

Letting ’84 dissolve behindhim without much fanfare was more than acceptable to him except now, there wasEl.

Despite her special psychicabilities that set her apart, Hopper actually wanted her to have a life fromhere on out that would be as normal as possible. And normal teenagers celebrateNew Year.

It started then with a simple ‘you could invite Mike’. That somehowreached Will’s ears who in turn talked about it to Dustin and Lucas. Of course,Lucas told Max and Dustin… Well, he told Steve about it.

(Hopper still wasn’t quitesure how that friendshipcame to be but fighting alternate dimension monsters together probably bonded them).

“I heard it from Will. He saidMike told him. You’re gonna ask me how Mike knows right? That’s ‘cause El askedhim to come for Chief Hopper’s party.”

“I don’t buy it,” Stevesnorted derisively. “The Chief’s known for being a party pooper, always shuttingdown parties whenever one of us threw it. Cause we’re too loud or some shitlike that.”

Dustin rolled his eyes andshot back, “if you don’t believe me then come see for yourself, asshole.”

“His gotta be boring,” Stevecontemplated. “What’s the Chief listening to anyway? Does he even know music?”

When Joyce’s car finallyemerged through the woods in front of his cabin, Hopper already had five kidsin there. Will walked up to his door as Joyce trailed after her son.

“You’re here so you got tostay.”

He kept his voice steady soshe wouldn’t know that he needed heraround but if the way one side of her lip curled up in obvious amusement wasanything to go by, Joyce could see through his bullshit.

“They’re yours now,” sheteased.

“Oh, come on,” he let out abreath, opting now to be open about his struggle. “I can’t deal with them allon my own. What am I gonna do until midnight?”

She shrugged, not letting himoff the hook that easily.

“Bet my hat you have nothingbetter to do anyway.”

Joyce glared. It was adorablethat she thought he would back down just because a five foot tall woman wasglaring at him.

Hopper opened the door wider,grinning.

“You’re insufferable. I havelaundries to fold, you know, and I was looking forward to a nice, quiet night.”

“No, you don’t. You’ll spendthat time, in your own head, worrying.”

The look she shot him told himthat he was right. The moment she came in, El came forward to give her a hugwhich she returned with such warmth.

Joyce took in the sight of hishouse. Hopper had tried to make thehouse look a little festive back during Christmas. He didn’t think he hadsucceeded much but there was a Christmas tree which El had a good timedecorating and to him that was all that mattered.

Since the six children wereoccupying the sitting room in an intense game of Dungeons & Dragons whilethe television was turned on for background noise, they both retreated to thekitchen.

“Got nothing fancy,” hegrumbled, tossing her a can of soda.

“Oh, well, I clearly made amistake. I should have just gone to the Wheelers. Karen would have given mewine or champagne. That, I imagine,is how New Year is celebrated.”

Hopper crinkled his nose.“You’re not that funny.”

“That wasn’t what you thoughtof me back when you were sitting next to me in detention,” she said slyly.

“I was young and stupid,” he retorted, taking thesoda back from her to exchange it for beer but she swatted his hand and tookback the soda.

She stood there in hiskitchen, her eyes twinkling in mirth from their exchange, and a thought flashedbriefly through his mind – Lonnie’s anidiot.

Close to 11.00 pm, Nancy andJonathan dropped by, surprising both adults especially Hopper who firstly,clearly did not recall inviting them and secondly, at their age, he would havebeen at a party one of the high school kids would have thrown.

“Powell broke it up. There wasa fight,” Jonathan explained.

Jonathan and Nancy shuffledawkwardly inside. The last time they were here, they had been trying to get theMind Flayer out of Will, not a pleasant memory to associate with a place.

Returning back to the kitchen,Hopper’s eyes strayed to Will.

“Your boy looks… healthier.”

“He does, doesn’t he? He needsto eat a little bit more but I’m afraid he will always just be scrawny,” Joycesmiled, rubbing her hand up and down her folded arms.

Sometimes, Hopper couldn’thelp thinking that she was trying to make herself as small as possible, toshrink away from the world until it was only her and the two boys, someplaceshe could keep them safe.

“He still has nightmares,” shegave up that information out of the blue. “Nothing as bad as the episode twomonths ago but the nightmares didn’t stop.”

“El has them too,” he informedher, watching her take a sip from the soda. “Dealing with kids havingnightmares about aliens… I think that’s going to be our new normal, Joyce.”

She snorted loudly, choking onher drink. Hopper handed her a napkin. The sound had attracted Jonathan’sattention and he shot them both a curious glance, his eyes shifting from hismother to Hopper. He said nothing.

At some point from when hisbrother was taken to now, Jonathan had come to accept that Hopper was going tobe a strange part of his life.

Ever since El, Hopper had beenover at the Byers’ place a couple of times to drop her off when he had to worknight and when he picked El up in the morning, they often stayed, at Joyce’sbehest for breakfast – him and El, together with the three Byers. It felt alittle dysfunctional but it also almostfelt as if they were a family, one that could make it work. Hopper refused todwell on such thoughts. Nothing will come out of it.

“Do you really think it’sgone, Hop? That Mind – Mind Flayer…”

He let out a breath. He wasn’tplanning on having this sort of discussion today but today being the last dayof the year…. A lot of reflection going on. A good, nice man would have takenpains to assure her and comfort her that the danger was gone, even if it meantlying to her, but Hopper didn’t truly believe that they were out of the woods.He didn’t speak of this to anyone, not even to Joyce for fear of worrying herneedlessly, but truthfully, a part of him was waiting for the other shoe todrop.

Getting El settled to a lifehere in Hawkins had been a challenge but it was a good one. Christmas had beenquiet and enjoyable. In less than an hour, they would be ushering in the NewYear and yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something might go wrongsomewhere. At any moment now, something would fuck him over. He was sure of it.

It was a depressing thoughtwhich was why he kept it to himself and he hated how vulnerable he felt.

“She closed the gate, Joyce,but that thing… it’s still out there, right? It’s still…. We didn’t kill it. Wedidn’t end the threat. We just trapped it there.”

He heard the strangled intakeof breath and he wished he hadn’t opened his mouth. Instinctively, like he haddone that night on the Snow Ball, Hopper put an arm around her, the cigarettehe was smoking to warm himself up, dangled from his finger. Just like that night,Joyce leaned into him.

“But the gate’s closed,” hewent on, dropping a kiss to her head, a silent apology. “Maybe I’m just beingparanoid.”

“You have a cause to be. Youand me, both. What if it comes back for Will or Jane? Oh god, Hopper,” shefisted his shirt in distress, “I can’t go through that again. I can’t watchWill go through that again.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he squeezedher arm lightly. “Nothing’s happened but if something goes after them, then wedo it together like we have before. Nothing’s changed, Joyce, I’m still in yourcorner.”

There was a time before whenhe had been sceptical but Joyce didn’t have to worry about that guy anymore. Hewas here a hundred percent. Even if his kid’s life wasn’t on the line, he wouldstill be here for Joyce.

She glanced up then and thesmile she gave him…. It made him want to do things to her, most of which, wouldbe inappropriate in a house filled with children.

He would have even kissed herif her boys were not currently sitting just outside the kitchen or if SteveHarrington had not choose that moment to walk through his front door causing arippled of excitement.

“You made it!” Dustinexclaimed.

“I heard here’s where themonster-killing squad is so,” he shrugged, “here I am.”

Hopper poked his head out ofthe kitchen just then to really make sure it was the Harrington boy in hiscabin.

“Hey, Chief, nice party,” hechuckled, looking for the alcohol. “Very… kid-friendly.”

Hopper rolled his eyes andretreated back to the kitchen where Joyce was still leaning against the counter,watching him with a hint of fondness in her eyes. At least that was what heliked to think it was, that some part of her was fond of him. It made him feeldesperate but with El around he kept thinking – wishing – that he had been given a second chance and that wouldinclude having a second chance with Joyce.

When the countdown started, heallowed Joyce to tug on his hand and followed her lead out. They hung behindthe group.

“3,” Nancy’s voice rang out.

The others picked up after her, “2!”

“Happy New Year,” the raucouscried broke through his cabin.

Hopper smiled, he couldn’thelp it. Being here in this room with a woman and children who had gone throughhell and survived…. They deserved this celebration.

“Happy New Year, Hop,” Joycestood on tip toes to kiss his cheek.

It was ridiculous how shortshe was and yet still so determined to reach him. He leaned down slightly andthe feel of her lips brushing against his stubble jaw made him closed his eyes.He reached out to touch her hip, just to hold her steady, nothing at all to dowith the fact that lately, he felt quite a need to touch her.

When he straightened up, hecaught sight of El and Mike, and he was quick to place a hand on El’s shoulder.He stared down at the boy.

Looking chastised, Mikecleared his throat, changed direction and much like Joyce had, kissed El on thecheek instead.

“Here’s to a monster freeyear!” Steve raised his own can of sofa.

Hopper could toast to that. Rememberingtheir earlier conversation, he glanced down at Joyce next to him.  “We can hope,” he spoke softly.

“Time for firecrackers,” Lucasannounced and before he could get a word in, the kids were running out of hiscabin followed by the three teenagers at a languid pace.

Joyce shook her head. “Hop,this ragtag team… I can hardly believe they took down a species from analternate dimension.”

“The winner might just surprise you yet – it’ll make for a goodtagline for a movie.”

He was rewarded by Joyce’sdelightful laugh and in the middle of the night, in this New Year, it was anice sound to hear. Whatever 1985 had to offer, he was ready to face it with Eland with Joyce, and whatever it was they had between them.

I was aiming for light and fluff but it got a bit dark, as usual with my writing. Still, I hope that was an enjoyable read!

[pity-the-backseat]

Winged Cupid Painted Blind

Steve Randle x Reader

Steve is self-conscious about wearing his glasses.

Request: hi could you write something cute or angsty for my man steve

I hope you like what I came up with, anon! Pure fluff with an extremely subtle drop of angst. Title is from Shakespeare: glasses, blind, get it???

“I don't look like nothin’ but a greasy hood with four eyes.” Steve tells you as he jerks the bathroom cabinet open so that the mirror you had him looking in faces the wall.

He’s just been with you to the eye doctor. His mother isn't really present lately, and since he was being stubborn and found an excuse not to make the appointment a handful of times before, you've taken on the side responsibilities encompassed in the idea of making sure Steve takes care of himself. Example A, Dr. Benjamin Kinney, optometrist.

Steve sat for the smattering of tests he’d call ‘torture.’ He read letters on the poster opposite him hung on the wall. And he was told, with you sitting right there in the room by him, that his eyesight was getting awfully poor and that if he wanted to keep that part-time job he had working on the underbodies of unpredictable motor machines, that he had better start wearing his glasses. You've managed to coax him to get them on his face, but seeing them make what a Soc once called his ‘bug-eyes’ that much bigger, and also mess up the look of symmetry with his nose, he’s not having it.

“That’s not true.” You insist.

“I gotta messed up face already, I don't need no glasses.” He attempts once again to remove them, you stop him just as he's lifting them by the arms. With a sigh, victory is yours and the contested accessory is allowed to remain.

    “Baby, it ain’t a big thing. I just won’t wear ‘em, excep’ when I got an appointment. That’s all. Please let it go.”

“You need them, Steve. You remember last week I asked you for a cream soda for Sodapop and you handed me Jax?”

“Well I’ll be more careful that time. I wasn’t about to poison ‘im, was I?” Your boyfriend stubbornly opposes. You watch his eyes as they rest on the smooth surface of the bathroom counter. Desperately, you wish you could know instantly what's going on in his head besides what he’s told you. This isn't just about the glasses. He’s fighting an urge to allow himself to tear up or only be honest and feel fully, be vulnerable, for just a minute. Out of habit, it's extremely hard to do.

“No, but I worry about you.” You frown at him, one of his least favorite reactions he can possibly get from you.

“What for?”

“Well I just think, maybe, your feelings about these,” you waggle the black framed vision aids, “are more about...well, something you’re feeling.Can you agree to that?” He makes no sound in reply, but leans over and pecks your cheek.

“It ain’t nothin’. I'm dumb, I always been dumb. I don't got the right to-”

“Shh,” You hush him, laying a finger against his lips, “You’re not dumb, right about now you're bein’ silly but-”

“Look, Y/N, you're not exactly with me b’cause I got brains.” He resists. You drop your hand to your side. A protest hangs hinted at in your features but you consciously think it more important to let him say what he needs to. “And the way I see it ain’t exactly doin’ me favors if I make myself look like a four-eyes then I don't even have as good sense as Ponyboy or anybody.”

“Steve,” he ignores you admonishing him. You feel your own affection for him keen and exactly only as people rarely do. You really are in love with Steve Randle. Maybe it would help him right now to hear it. “Hey, I love you.”

The reminder puts some light into his eyes as you'd hoped, but he still doesn't accept the spectacles from you.

“I wouldn't lie, you know that,” you try and reach him even inside that protective shell, “And you're absolutely perfect to me. Steve? Are you listening to me, honey?”

“Uh-huh…” he’s already pulling out of your embrace, his eyes flick from the hall to his bedroom you can see in from here since the door’s open, to you, then away from you, and in a moment he seems well nigh transformed from himself to a creature weighted down, burdened, by pain.

“You aren't. I told you you're perfect and I meant it.”

“You gotta get them eyes checked. Beauts they are, but I reckon they don't help you see too well. Perfect,” he laughs at the suggestion, insecurity teeming to overtake him. “I don't know the meanin’ of the word. I don't talk right, I don't look right-hell, I can't even wear these dumb glasses right-” he pushes them impulsively into the bowl of the sink. For the moment you choose to focus on him rather than rescue them.

“I wish you saw what I saw.” You tell him, the words are the truest, best ones you can find even if they're not pretty. “Listen, listen how I talk, Steve, I don't use proper language and all that stuff all the time. And books aren't the only way to be smart. And tuff ain't the only way to be good-looking. Trust me, doll, you never have to try too hard at that one.” his teeth peek out in an involuntary little grin and it gives you about the  best rush of joy you've ever felt.

“You don't have to be used to 'em yet.” Without breaking your eye contact with Steve you reach down by the drain and snatch up his glasses again. “Just…carry them around for a little while. Try it. And no matter what, by the way, you'll always be a total stud to me.”

He’s had his head ducked, and at some point you two entwined your hands. Steve keeps unlocking and interlocking them, but now too he looks up. The innocent smugness on his smiling face reminds you of a kid who may or may not have chipped his tooth playing but had a damn good time regardless.

“A stud?” He asks for confirmation.

“A stud.” You assure, leaning forward and kissing him on his nose, then peppering his cheeks, his eyelids, any bit of him you can get to.

“Okay, okay...I’ll put 'em on.”

Excitement overpowers the moment and though you do wilt to have to stop adoring his beautiful face, you both rotate seamlessly, you wrap your arms around him from behind. Steve slips on the specs with the same gravity of meaning like an emperor donning a crown possesses.

“...Babe.” He says after awhile, worrying you with a certain note of seriousness in his tone.

“What is it?”

“You’re blushing. You really like these on me, huh?” You bite your lip and lie, shaking your head 'no’ with theatrical vehemence.

“You think I look hot when I have 'em on, you little-don’t you?” He openly mocks.

“Well…” you look down to your sneakers, squeak the toes. Then gradually, tentatively, you give him a nod. Steve laughs from deep in his chest and pulls you close to him, planting a kiss on your mouth before you have your bearings.

“I think...I think I might just like wearing glasses after all.”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi! I was wondering if I can request the Curtis gang with a Curtis sister!reader who’s a lesbian? Like one day reader decides to bring her gf over and the boys just see this muscular southern woman that’s just a lil taller than Darry with their sister? Can it please be hc’s? 😚

Summary: The Outsiders meeting your girlfriend

Warnings: vague mentions of homophobia and misogyny

Author's Note: I doubt this is how the greasers would realistically react because yk it's Tulsa

PONYBOY CURTIS

I feel as if Pony would be most accepting of your homosexuality, like on a scale of 5 he's be a 3.5

He doesn't understand it and stuff but hes not going to think of you any less because he generally doesn't care too much

That doesn't mean Pony isn't annoying about it, sometimes he develops a small crush on the girls you introduce as your girlfriend

When he sees your girlfriend he's a little shocked but he sees it normal because that's how he'd stereotype a lesbian woman, muscular manly etc.

JOHNNY CADE

On the acceptance scale Johnny's about a 4, like Pony he won't think much less of you but he certainly thinks it's a little crazy

Johnny likes meeting your girlfriends because he thinks that people like you are a little more carefree and he enjoys it

When he meets your current girlfriend he's a little taken aback because of how strong and tall she was

They get along quite well, he thinks her quick wit and humor are quite enjoyable traits

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop is like a 2.9 on the acceptance scale, he still thinks of you as a friend but will refrain from hanging out with you in public if you're open about your sexuality (which, knowing these times, you probably aren't)

Sodapops never really liked meeting the girls you dated but he puts up with it, he doesn't like it because he's just not really used to it.

However, seeing how you were talking about your new girlfriend, he's kind of excited to meet her because he has no perception of what she could look like

He's shocked, jaw dropped, when he sees her, he didn't know women like her existed outside of TV and he's clapping you on the back for bagging a person like her

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is about as accepting as Sodapop, he has to really because Sodas your brother and they are best friends

He's trying his best to be as accepting as he possibly can but there's always be a problem with his mindset of course

Steve met your girlfriend by accident, he saw you two when you were both out and went up to you two.

He actually finds your girlfriend very suitable for you, there's a hint of protection in him but he knows you can stand your own

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two Bit is about the same as Soda and Steve, he doesn't really understand but he appreciates reform and is overall just glad that you're happy.

He's kind of intimidated by your new girlfriend, he's very nervous when he speaks to her, like he's walking on eggshells

However, after you all hangout for a while, he finds her to be really funny and a good person to talk to

He likes how good of a role model she is to his little sister, teaching her how to be safe and strong which he doesn't know if she'll need just yet but it's good to be safe.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry tries to accept you the most, he knows how hard it can be to be different, he felt that when he dropped out of school

He doesn't know whether or not inviting your girlfriend is a good idea because of how the rest of the gang will react

He decides to let her come and is prepping to make everything perfect, he's so caught up in the prep that he forgot to ask what she'd be like

He's sooo shocked when he sees her, he feels a little humbled by how tall she is and pretends he doesn't hear the "Darrys got competition" jokes.

DALLAS WINSTON

DALLAS IS A BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER, if you aren't perfectly to his standards, he's giving you sooo much trouble

He's probably talked about you behind your back a little but he's never saying anything too mean or to your face because Darry might give him the boot

However, when he meets your girl he's soo emasculated and humbled. He doesn't know what to do with himself he just sits there silently.

Tries to put a move on her to regain his ego but she's firm with him and it shatters his confidence again