#cmon steve jobs

[crazycupidgirl]

apple needs to get an archive messages for imessage.

[dafuq-lyrehc]

My AirPods must hate me. They exclusively die when the song is songing and my brain is tingling

[sendmyresignation]

just found out reading the wttbp excerpt from that book about anthems that chris lord-alge produced the song (and the record). which is hilarious bc i have incredible beef with TOM lord-alge’s mixing and he happens to be tom’s older brother lmaoooo. elder sibling superiority strikes again ig.

[murdrdocs]

WHERE YOU ARE. luke castellan

description. almost a year after you and luke breakup, you find yourself in his embrace once more to scratch an itch you can't reach yourself.

includes. SMUT 18+, exes hooking up, fem!coded reader, unprotected p n v, outdoor sex, both r and luke have major attitudes, r is claimed but not specified, a little angsty (they're exes cmon what did u expect), takes place during tlt but no major plot points mentioned; title and inspiration from sunshine by steve lacy

wc: 4.2k+

a/n: as mr steve lacy said, "still will give you dick anytime you need!". ao3 link

There is an itch you can’t scratch.

It’s been there for almost exactly a year, persistent and reminding you of what you’ve been lacking since last summer. You’ve attended to it time and time again, digging into it with all of your might, only to be left semi-satisfied. Never left with lazy eyes, relaxed limbs, and a far away want to do it all over again once you recovered. 

The blame for your lack of satisfaction is placed on your chosen partners. 

Humans, all either far too eager to please or not eager enough. Either too cocky and overconfident, or lacking any and all confidence at all. 

They got between your legs, did the job, but never well enough. They never did it like he did. 

And for the past year, specifically the past few months, you’ve been trying to ignore it. Day by day, when you were forced to coexist with your ex, you attempted to push the feeling to the side. You instead focused on the heat on your skin and the gravity pushing large droplets of uncomfortable sticky sweat down your body, ignoring the way sweat made his skin shine. You buried yourself in work, taking up chores offhandedly mentioned by Mr. D, especially if they would get you away from group settings. 

But then, in the solitude of mindless duties, you had nothing to do except think about Luke Castellan. 

His dark curly hair. His even darker eyes. The way his rounded face had become more chiseled since last summer. The sound of his laughter and the smell of his shampoo. The feeling of his hands on your hips and your waist and your ass and especially between your thighs. 

At the end of the night, you would always fall back and spend a little extra time in the showers, bringing yourself to orgasm after orgasm with hopes that eventually one would give even half of the amount of satisfaction a single orgasm from Luke would. 

Clearly, with the way you’re watching him from across the dining hall with wide eyes, it hasn’t been working. 

“You’re staring.” The pointed voice of your sister next to you breaks you out of your stupor. 

You’re quick to avert your eyes to your plate instead, finding that your food had been picked over, conformed from its original shape and placed in a few different spots so your plate appears as if it’s overflowing instead of losing its contents. 

You don’t bother saying anything in response, instead shoveling a fork full of brisket into your mouth. 

“Just two more days. You can last until then,” she reassures you. 

You’re not sure if you could. 

ㅤ

Only a few minutes later were you sliding almost all of your food into the fire, completely ignoring the rumbling in your stomach. 

Please. 

The rest of your brisket glides into the fire. 

Just give me one more time. 

Your cheese and bread join it. 

That’s all I ask for. 

In goes the fruit and then your plate is empty. 

Someone steps up beside you and you’re about to leave anyway, so you pay them no mind. Not until they speak to you. 

“Hey.” 

Gods, it’s almost pathetic how the simple greeting makes you feel. 

Suddenly, the waving flames of the fire in front of you is the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Hey.” 

“What’d you give up?”

Has his voice always sounded like that? Suddenly it’s … deeper. Granted, the last time you spoke to him alone was a year ago. Both of you have matured since then, but in some ways you’re still stuck in your old nature. 

“Fruit. Bread. Brisket. The usual.” 

Even though the conversation is extremely lackluster, you find yourself wanting it to continue. You want to speak to him more. 

Luke hums and it’s only then that you look at him. 

He’s turned to face you now, holding an empty plate in his hand and you wonder: when had he given his offering up? Surely you should have seen it since the fire was all you could focus on during the last minute. Really, you just weren’t taking in any information at all save for the addicting sound of Luke’s voice. 

“And what did you ask for?” His eyebrows lift, his tongue darts out to glide over his lips for a split second. A brief memory of how nice it’d been to kiss him comes back before you can prevent it.  

“You know I can’t tell you that.” You take a step closer to him as you easily fall into this old routine. Tease and tease and throw in a flirtatious tone to beat around the large bush that held a ‘please fuck me’ sign. 

“Telling you my prayer is like telling you my birthday wish.” 

Luke tilts his head, letting his eyes wander to the side for a second before finding you again. The fire reflects in them, adding a warmth to his eyes you haven’t seen all summer. 

He’d been off the past few months, holding a tension in his shoulders and having a clipped-ness to his voice at times. You might be imagining things when you feel as if he’s different—good different—with you. 

“Which you used to do all the time.” 

You shrug. “It was always things you could do for me. I just wanted my wishes to come true.” 

“Oh yeah, like do your chores. All that time I spent scrubbing the bathroom floors for you.” 

A grin finds your lips. “It was a good lesson in responsibility. Right, Luke?” 

When he rolls his eyes, you notice how there’s no malice behind the action. It’s almost too easy for both of you to fall back into your old pattern. 

“Yeah. Sure.” He takes a small step closer to you and if you weren’t so in tune with every detail about him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “So you gonna tell me what you asked for or not?” 

There’s no point in him knowing, other than to intrude on your life. Unfortunately, you don’t mind the intrusion. 

You stare at him a little while longer, your eyes flickering back and forth between his. Every so often, you let your gaze fall to his lips, only to bring it back up to his eyes like nothing ever happened. 

For a second, you pretend to think about it, falsely balancing his proposal before deciding. 

“I’m good. See you around, Luke.” 

When you return to your table and sit next to your sister, she has the kindness to not say anything about your prolonged absence for only a few moments. 

Then, “Am I covering for you?” 

You delude yourself into believing she won’t have to for a few seconds. And then you catch Luke’s eye from across the dining hall and you sigh.

“Yeah.” 

ㅤ

“Knew you weren’t over me.” 

You stop walking at his words, shoes thudding against the grass. The thunderous roar of the waterfall covers any other possible sound you could’ve created, but Luke never needed to hear you to know when you were approaching. It was a weird intuition thing you never understood.  

“Hello to you too, Luke.”

He turns around to face you, and as expected, he’s wearing a smirk. His arms are crossed over his chest, he’s no longer sporting his camp tee, having replaced the bright orange material with a deep blue hoodie instead. Practically everything about him screams relaxed, his gray sweatpants adding to the ambience that his aura creates—one that says he knew you were going to meet him tonight. 

“We’re way past formal greetings at this point, don’t you think?” He turns back to face the waterfall in front of him when you join his side. “You never used to greet me before.”

“Things change.”

“Yet you’re still out here. That could only be for one reason.” 

You shrug, folding your own arms over your chest. You have nothing to do with your hands yet, and you’ve been flexing them impatiently with anticipation. 

“Maybe I wanted to stargaze. Who knows.” 

Luke doesn’t say anything. 

In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring up at the sky, presumably stargazing like you falsely claimed you were doing. You try to do the same, picking out a few easily recognizable constellations you knew. But it’s only a minute later that you’re caving. 

“Okay.” 

You turn to face Luke. 

He does the same. 

He’s brought a lantern out here and it sits on the ground in front of you both, bright enough to illuminate the side of his face with an orange-yellow glow. 

“Okay?” he asks for clarification. 

Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip for a second as you mull over your words. After tonight, there’s only one more night of camp left, and then you won’t be seeing Luke for another year. There’s almost no repercussions for laying it all out now, dropping your poorly built guard to get what you’ve been craving for a year now. 

“I’m not out here to fucking stargaze.” You sound exasperated as you admit it. 

Luke paints a picture of faux shock on his face. He gasps, splaying a hand out over his chest as his eyes widen. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.” 

Really, his attitude is starting to get on your nerves. 

Your temper flares and you suddenly understand the rage and frustration Clarisse always inhabits. 

“Don’t be a dick.” You try to manifest the negative feelings taking over your mind when you speak, but your tone betrays you. The command comes out too soft to change anything. Too gentle to be real. 

“Thought you liked it when I was a dick?” 

Something you’d told him in confidence last year. Confidence and drunken delusion. The shameless way you were grabbing at his clothes at the time clearly showed your inebriation. 

“Gods, Luke, would you just stop talking and kiss me already?” You take the step closer to him, finally entering his space to get what you want. What you’ve literally been dreaming about for the past year. 

He stops for a second, his eyes flitting to your lips once, twice, and just when you think he’s about to kiss you, his lips part for a different reason. 

“You also liked it when I ta–” 

You do it yourself. 

You expect him to hesitate before giving in, but his response is quick. 

Hands at your hips pulling you closer to him. His head tilting to the side so he can deepen the kiss just enough. His tongue wastes no time entering your mouth, pressing against your own tongue which allows you to taste the slightly off flavor of the root beer he’d had earlier in the night. 

Just like everything else had gone tonight, you two found the rhythm easily. 

You let Luke lead, pressing your chest into his, arching your back when his palm rests right above your ass. 

He kisses you like he wants more, a little over eager as the tip of his nose presses into your cheek with a little too much pressure. And he could take more, you’re offering it to him with the way your hands slide under his sweatshirt and press against his bare abdomen, fingers tracing his abdominal muscles. Luke just refuses to take it. He refuses to go the extra step. 

You huff against his lips, eyebrows furrowing in vexation. 

Luke pulls back from you first. He stares down at you, unmoving, not saying anything and when your brain is clouded like this, you don’t have it in you to try and decipher the storm in his dark eyes. 

When your brain is clouded like this, all you can think to do is speak.

“And for what it’s worth, I’m over you. I’m just not over…” you trail off, not really feeling like a conclusion is necessary to communicate exactly what you’re missing. 

Luke’s laugh is more like a sharp inhale. He cups your cheek with one hand. “And that’s a part of me, angel.” The pet name sounds almost villainous coming from his lips now. It’s too heavily dipped in confidence, dripping with sour arrogance. 

If you weren’t so horny, you would be turned off at the sound of it. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. But there’s very little that Luke could do to turn you off. 

Instead of dwelling on it, you lean back up and press your lips to Luke’s again. 

This time, Luke kisses you how you expected. 

He’s rough, lacking politeness and a little bit of coordination. His hands grip at your ass, pinching the fabric of your pajama bottoms and the fabric of your panties between them. There’s lots of tongue and even more spit, a few moments where your teeth knock into each other’s.

Now that he’s participating how you want him to, there’s not much anticipation. 

Your long sleeve tee is thrown over your head and placed at your feet, the same treatment goes for Luke’s sweatshirt. Your hands glide along each other’s bodies yearningly. You can’t help but start to feel satisfied with what you’re getting, even though it’s close to nothing. 

You’d been wanting to even be in Luke’s vicinity with intentions other than solely platonic—almost professionally—for so long now, so just feeling the weighted heat of his hands on your bare skin is enough to make you sigh. 

It doesn’t take long for both of you to end up on the ground, and after a small dispute about who gets to be on top, you end up on your hands and knees, hips wiggling impatiently as you wait for Luke to make the final move. The one to start the end of the beginning. 

There’s a few prolonged moments where nothing happens. You’re trying to be patient, busying yourself with chewing on your bottom lip and listening to the soothing sounds of water falling, but you’ve been so empty for so long and you really don’t think you can last any longer. 

You look over your shoulder to see Luke sitting on his haunches behind you. Just staring. 

He seems to be stuck in a trance, and just when you start to get a little insecure, Luke spits into his hand and runs his fingers down your cunt, reaching back up to probe two fingers into your entrance to the first knuckle. 

It’s slightly too much of a stretch all at once, and you wince a little, fingers gripping the strands of grass beneath you. 

You think you hear a small apology from him but you can’t tell. Either way, he corrects himself and slowly sinks one finger into your cunt. Already, you’re letting out a drawn out sigh. It comes out more guttural than intended, as if Luke pulled it directly from deep within you as he draws his finger back out, only to plunge it back in. 

His fingers scratch along places you haven’t been able to reach on your own. The tip of his digit strokes along a spot you’d been searching for for months, only having found twice on your own. (Both occurrences can be attributed to pure luck … and sheer desperation)

You don’t have to ask for more. Luke pulls the singular digit out and when he pushes back in, you feel the same stretch from before. This time, it’s more expected. 

You know to let yourself relax to allow him to continue. 

He enters you easily, and he starts to set a pace that hints at his intentions. He isn’t fingering you to prep you anymore, at least that’s not what it feels like he’s doing. His fingers are caressing parts that he only reaches when he wants you to cum. His pace isn’t one of careful leisure. Instead it’s goal searching. 

“Luke,” you start without even knowing if there’s a finish intended. 

He hums distractedly. 

“Fuck me. Please.” 

You aren’t above begging at this point. It’s all a means to an end for you. 

But you don’t know if it’s the same for Luke. 

His free hand comes to your ass and he caresses the flesh in a surprisingly tender way. You watch him lean up, and you watch him pepper kisses along your lower back. 

“I’ll get there, angel, promise.” 

And it suddenly occurs to you that Luke is taking his time with you. He’s savoring it all. 

For a second, the carnal desire melts away to reveal something more raw. The urge you used to feel to just talk to him first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The way your insides would flutter when he smiled, or the way everything seemed a little darker when he was down. 

Every emotion you’ve been working to get over for the past few months comes back tenfold in this small moment. 

And then Luke hooks his fingers and you’re brought back to the more debauched side of your circumstances. 

His pace speeds up a little. He introduces his other hand along your clit, singling out two fingers and rubbing wide and slow circles around the bud. 

During your nostalgia filled moment, your body had gotten closer to orgasm. Luke only has to pump his digits a few more times and tighten the circles just enough and you’re digging your hands into the dirt, pushing your hips back into his touch, and arching your back as your muscles tense up and you announce your orgasm, only to let go a few moments later. 

It’s a little more than pathetic how hard you cum. But you haven’t felt the touch from someone other than yourself in a long time. And you haven’t felt the touch of someone adequate enough to satisfyingly please you in an even longer time. 

Your hips twitch back and forth, the muscles in your thighs tense until you ache to relax them, only to repeat the action as waves cascade through your body. Luke is there through it all, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he coos gentle words from behind you. 

Your head hands low between your shoulders, but you still hear him coaxing you through it. 

“That’s it … just let it happen. ‘S it’s a big one. You really did miss me, hm?” 

He still sounds smug, but it comes off more affectionately this time. At least, a little less annoyingly. 

You’ve barely let yourself calm down from your orgasm before you’re reaching between your thighs blindly, swatting Luke’s hands away and searching for something else entirely. 

He chuckles, mumbles something under his breath that is definitely snarky, and you’re immediately swearing. 

“Luke, I swear to the fucking Gods, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll..” 

It’s embarrassing how the meeting of his head and your entrance instantly shuts you up. It’s like a pacifier nestling between your lips, not fully settling into your cavern without a few teasing strokes up and down the plane of your cunt first. 

But the teasing makes it all so much more worth it. Just the first inch makes your eyes roll back. 

It’s so familiar, but in a slightly foreign way. You haven’t had it in so long, but you remember everything you loved about it. 

The way his head stretches you out first, and then comes the rest of him, only a few moments of reprieve before you get to the thickest part of him. The way his fingers press into your skin as he sinks in, exercising as much restraint as he could. The way his tip parts you open, scratching parts of you that have been itching for a while now. 

He’s bare within you, and if you hone in your senses enough you can feel everything. Every ridge and mountain plane and every vein. The way he’s warm and heavy within you, filling you so well you don’t know how you’ve been empty this long. 

It’s like an insatiable hunger has finally been filled. 

You don’t know how you’ll ever go back to being without this. Without Luke. 

By the time Luke has bottomed out, you’re already attempting to fuck yourself back on him. Luke takes over quick enough, digging his hands into the fat at your hips as he drives into you. 

You can feel your ass rippling with each thrust, and you think there’s clapping, too. 

Luke is harsh with it, any tender moments you two had during the night are gone, replaced with fierce thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of you with an intensity that tells you he wants to cum as badly as you do. 

You have the sudden urge to see his face, to watch his eyebrows pinch together as he cums. You look over your shoulder once more, and sure enough his thick eyebrows are pushed together. His lips glisten in the ambient lighting, pink and plump and parted as he focuses. His eyes don’t leave your ass, trained on where the two of you connect. 

Only a few moments later does he notice you’re watching him, and he casts a look up to meet your eyes. His expression doesn’t change, still as concentrated as it was before. 

Then he tells you, “turn over”. 

You’re quick to comply, barely even having to mourn the brief emptiness before you’re on your back (on the ground but it doesn’t matter at this point) with your legs spread, Luke quickly entering you and resuming his pace. 

He leans down, holding your thigh for leverage with one hand and holding himself up beside your head with the other. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close and yours do too. 

“‘M close,” he tells you. 

Your hand slinks up to dig into his curls, and like this, you’re allowed to reminisce once more. 

Not one specific memory finds you, but the position is so well known. It’s so intimate, only becoming more so whenever Luke presses his lips to yours. 

It doesn’t cross your mind to tell Luke to pull out. But you don’t want him to. 

You need to feel him, all of him, just one more time. 

So when Luke spills warm cum inside of you, it’s the highest form of pleasure. 

He fucks it into you a little more, a few punctuated thrusts ensuring none of him leaks out, and then the hand on your hip comes between your thighs again. He pulls out, waits, and when you feel something trickle out of you he catches it with two fingers and drags it up to your bud. 

“Can you cum for me one more time?” he asks, voice sweet and gentle. 

Even if you couldn’t, if you were physically unable to, you would still give it a try if he talked to you like that. 

You nod, keeping your eyes pinched shut and licking over your now unoccupied lips. 

“Look at me,” Luke commands. “I wanna see you.” 

Your eyes peel open. You stare up at Luke. And with two more flicks, you cum. 

“Heard you’ve been calling me your ex.” 

You shrug as you pull your bottoms over your hips. Your shirt is already on, but you shake it out a little, trying to get rid of dirt remains that somehow found their way into it. 

“Yeah. That’s what you are.” 

Luke pulls his sweatshirt back over his head before responding. “We both know I’m more than that.” 

“You were more than that. Things change, Luke.” 

When he meets your eyes, there’s something in his gaze. Maybe remorse? 

He licks his lips, shrugs. “They don’t have to. We could go back to how things were before.” 

It’s such a tempting proposition, one you laid with for weeks. Watching the sun set and then watching it rise all in one wake, wondering where things went wrong, trying to fix them in your head so you could get it all back. You treated your breakup with Luke like a mission gone wrong, and that’s where you went wrong. 

You shake your head a little and start to walk away. 

“Goodnight, Luke.” 

His hand catches you around the wrist. He stares down at you, gaze hard and serious. 

“Hey, anytime you need that. Anytime you need me to give you that, you come find me. Okay?” 

Satisfaction flares in your chest as you nod. 

ㅤ

By the time the sun has made itself comfortable in the sky, you’re the last one out of bed. 

You shower quickly, paying extra attention to your knees to scrub the remnants of dirt off of them, and then you’re at the dining hall for breakfast, sliding up next to your sister with striking bags under your eyes and an alluring glow added to your aura. 

She doesn’t say anything for a while and neither do you. Both of you tend to your hunger, slowly setting food into your mouth and savoring the sweetness of the strawberry pancakes. 

Only when nothing is left on your plates but your offerings does she speak. 

“Covering for you tonight again?”

You don’t hesitate at all when you say, “Yep.” 

“You owe me.” She’s trying to come off a little demanding, maybe a little mean. But she looks a little amused. Maybe even happy for you. 

Your eyes leave hers to look across the dining hall, finding Luke already looking at you. 

When you grin in response, sickly sweet and triumphant, you don’t know if it’s towards her or Luke. 

Either way, your reply is the same. 

“I love you.” 

[stevieswhore]

lavender haze

word count: 1.2k words

think *reader, steve, and eddie are three best friends who are way too touchy to be just friends, and getting high just makes it so much worse...* (aka, steddie shotgun session)

content warnings: getting high & makin out w steddie

you lay in between steve and eddie, taking a drag from the joint, and holding the smoke in your mouth for a beat before exhaling slowly.

“princess, let me try something..” eddie says, gesturing for you to hand him the blunt as he sits up some.

you look up at him, and feel steve do the same, from his head's place on your chest, with his arm lazily wrapped around you. steve got extra touchy when he was high but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

eddie inhales slowly, while keeping eye contact with you. he motions you forward with his fingers and you quickly catch onto his goal.

you smile and sit up a little, to meet his lips. he holds your cheek and slowly lets the smoke past his lips and into your mouth. you hold it in your mouth and smile at him with heavy eyes.

“mm.. good girl- now give pretty boy a taste..” eddie mumbles with a smirk, jutting his chin up.

your eyes widen slightly as you look down at steve. he's completely out of it but still manages a loopy smile as he gazes up at you. you smile and grab his face, pulling him into you.

his eyes are wide as you press your lips to his and slowly blow the smoke into his mouth. he holds it for a bit before abruptly bursting into a coughing fit, making you giggle as you kiss his temple.

eddie passes you the water bottle to hand to him. steve slowly drinks from it before burrowing his face into your neck.

“good job baby..” you mumble, kissing his hand as he intertwines your fingers.

“alright hey- it was my idea..” eddie teases, rolling his eyes. you look up at him and giggle, making him smile. “cmere eds..” you breathe.

he leans down and kisses you slowly. you feel steve kiss your neck softly and smile. when you pull away from the kiss, you lay down again as eddie cuddles into your side after putting out the joint.

“my boys..” you slur, with a sleepy smile. you feel steve hum against you as eddie smirks again.

“mm.. imagine if nancy n rob caught wind of this one..” he laughs. “i would never hear the end of it..” you groan. steve giggles softly, and hugs you tighter.

“stevie.. let’s go put our pajamas on.. b’fore you fall asleep..” you say gently. “too tired..” he slurs against your neck. you sigh and sit up slightly, so he has to move his head. he groans and finally looks at you with his puppy eyes.

“cmon baby..” you whisper, pushing his hair out of his eyes. he nods and starts to stand up, stumbling in the process. you smile and sit up to help him, feeling eddie’s hand fall down your back as you stand.

the three of you are in steve’s house, so it's easy to find a sleep shirt and sweatpants for all of you.

“here eds..” you say softly, tossing him some pajamas. “thank you princess.” he says with a smile, as he takes his shirt off to start changing.

steve stumbles again and you catch him. “alright.. m gonna help you ok?” you say, looking at his sleepy red eyes. he nods slowly and lets you lift up his polo.

you pull on his sleep shirt and kiss his lips quickly, making him smile. you help him step out of his pants and giggle as he trips a little. you then help him step into his pajama pants, as he holds onto your shoulder to steady himself. you smile when he's successfully dressed.

“there we go..” you coo, kissing him one more time. he smiles against your lips and falls onto the bed, pulling you with him. you giggle and fall on top of him, deepening the kiss a little.

“oh you guys are cute..” eddie teases, only half joking. steve looks up at him and smiles dopily. you kiss his jaw quickly and just watch the two boys have their little stare off.

“why don’t you come down here munson..” steve speaks after a moment, his voice raspy from all the smoke.

oh.

eddie looks taken aback but quickly collects himself with a smirk before moving down to the end of the bed with the two of you.

“what’re you gettin' at, harrington?” he smirks, dangerously close to steve’s face. you just continue to watch as steve pulls him down into a harsh kiss. your eyes widen as you quickly get off of steve, so that eddie could have a better hold of him.

you watch the two makeout sloppily for a little before pushing your hands through eddie’s hair. “alright boys.. now i’m feelin a little left out..” you giggle. eddie is the the first to pull away, to look at you, leaving steve to chase his lips with his own red swollen ones.

eddie looks down at steve again and smirks.

“not bad pretty boy..” he teases. “mm..” steve hums, pulling him back into another kiss. you giggle as they move up the bed a little and eddie pulls you with them.

eddie kisses you passionately and runs his hands up and down you body. you glance down at steve who is just watching you makeout in complete awe.

“baby..” you coo, turning your head to kiss him slowly. he kisses you back hungrily and whimpers softly.

“harrrington you’re so cute when you’re all touchy like this..” eddie says softly, only a hint of teasing in his voice. steve moans softly and intertwines his fingers with eddie’s.

“dy'wanna kiss him?” you ask softly, already knowing the answer. “yeah- yes- please..” he breathes quickly. you turn both of their heads to face each other and look down at them as they smile at each other. “cmere..” eddie whispers, pulling steve in for yet another kiss.

you let them makeout for minutes on end until you both can tell steve is about to pass out from exhaustion.

“alright pretty boy.. time for bed.” eddie breathes, pulling away. steve pouts with those damn puppy eyes and eddie almost gives in, leaning in to give him another quick kiss. then eddie looks up at you as he sits up.

“princess.. go put on some pjs.. can't have you sleeping in that..” he says softly. you nod and kiss him quickly before getting up.

you throw on a big t-shirt and head back into bed after washing your face in steve's bathroom.

eddie is running his hands through steve’s hair as he dozes off and you smile. “aw.. my boys..” you coo, settling in between them. steve shifts slightly until he is comfortable again as eddie wraps his arm around you.

“pass me the water eds..” you whisper softly. he takes a sip and then hands the bottle to you. “stevie.. one more thing before you fall asleep. drink a little water..” you say so softly. he groans into your neck.

“baby c'mon.. please..” you say again. he slowly looks up at you and opens his mouth. you giggle and pour it slowly into his mouth, letting him swallow before pouring some more.

once he's had enough, you pass the bottle back to eddie with a kiss.

“goodnight sweetheart..” he whispers to you. “night baby..” you mumble with a smile.

“g'night pretty boy.” eddie says over you, to steve, reaching over to nudge him softly. “hmm.” steve groans.

eddie winks at you and lays back down. “night stevie..” you whisper, kissing his temple.

he's out.

eddie turns out the light and you quickly pass out in their arms.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

i feel like i need a list of every praise or filthy word steve says to you while you’re coming for him

while i cant possibly provide everything , i can provide some <3 he likes saying things that he knows make your head spin, while comforting you and holding you as tight as he can at the same time. 🤍 nsfw, minors dni.

the classics: usually whispered into your ear while hes looking at you like youre an angel sent from heaven

“i love you”

“good girl, cum for me.”🤍

“look at you baby, such a good girl” 🤍

“youre so wet for me honey- feels so good”🤍

“my pretty baby, love you so much, sweet little cunt feels so good”

“does that feel good, lovey? yeah?”

“shhh, let it go, cum for me. good girl.”

“hold my hand doll, love you so much, good girl, cumming for me” <3

“youre so beautiful my love. cant wait to make you my wife.”

“marry me, doll, please.”

“gonna let me fill you up pretty girl?”

“doing such a good job, fuck- i love you ”

“cmon, cum for daddy, such a sweet girl”

“shh ive got you, ive got you baby.”

desperate/pussydrunk steve: usually after a long day and all he wants is you, whiney and desperate. long moans inbetween.

“fuck, fuck, i love you i love you i love you i love you”

“good girl, good girl, fuck, oh-”

“you feel so good baby, god. i love you so much.”

“you look so pretty like this oh my god”

“please marry me please please please fuck-”

“youre so beautiful- ‘love you so much, feels ‘s good”

*insert whimpering* 💫🙂

“good girl, good girl, ‘m gonna cum baby”

jealous/frustrated/punishment steve: as mean as he’ll get. still wants you to feel good and safe, probably has a hand around your neck or in your hair and is railing you to high heaven

“youre mine doll, understand?”

“i love you baby, so much. take it.”

“does that feel good? such a pretty little slut for me. all mine. love you ‘s much.”

“youre so pretty baby, be good for me. one more.”

“so fucking tight for me. cumming on my cock like this”

“such a pretty girl, taking me so good”

“keep your legs open. i want to watch.”

“youre going to cum for me again. be good, sweet girl.”

“who can make you cum like this baby?” “thats right babe, good girl”

“my pretty girl, taking my cock like a slut, huh? good girl. ”

“youre so desperate baby, you want me? you want more?”

[dallasgallant]

While the Complete novel intro is already a million times better than the theatrical as it actually starts at the beginning rather that the street corner. I lost my mind and wish that we would’ve got the deleted even further extended opening,

It’s still Pony walking home chased by the soc’s but includes a bit more narration from him as well as passing by each of the gang - introducing them before they get introduced. We see them, see they get harassed by the soc’s too as they drive by but their proper intro would still be saving pony.

Darry’s at a roofing job,

two bit is separating Johnny from his mother ,

Dally’s getting released from jail

Soda is making out with Sandy, Steve is working on a car

Add it backkkkkk. Spare me the time excuse! Where’s my four hour cut Coppola?! *bangs table* gimme. Discs have the capacity now days! Cmon!

Don’t be Stanley Kubrick - you better have saved all of this. Please.

[biboomerangboi]

​I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

[h4rring1on]

Hiii I absolutely LOVEEE ur writing. Idk if I already sent you this request and I'm sorry if I diddd.

I was wondering if you could write a steddie x reader fic where Steve and the reader go with Eddie to a deal and the buyer is rly creepy with the reader and triggers a panic attack and the boys comfort her?

pairing: steddie x reader

warnings: obvi reader is uncomfortable and a little scared, buyer is hella creepy and really pissing eddie and steve off, swearing, panic attack, the boys being sweethearts

“please eddie!” you begged

“no!” eddie denied

you and steve have been begging eddie for the past 15 minutes to let him take you two with him while he’s dealing, you both wanted to see how he does it

you even made an unfunny joke saying you wanted to learn so you could do it do

yeah that didn’t really end that well

“come on, ed. do it for the girl! don’t you see her innocent eyes?” steve said

eddie looked to you, to see you looking at him, desperation in your eyes

“nevermind” you sighed, “let’s go steve” you sadly said, holding steve’s hand and walking away

“wait” eddie groaned

you and steve secretly smiled to yourselves

and now here you were, sitting on the bench with steve and eddie, waiting for the buyer

“this is so boring” you sighed

“does usually take this long?” steve asked

“honestly—no, don’t know what’s up with this guy. he’s been acting sketchy ever since we made the deal to meet here”

suddenly, the heard rustling from the trees

“hey—whoa whoa man!” the guy said, suddenly freaking out, “those cops??”

you and steve looked at each other with a small smile

“oh nah nah, they’re with me. you got the money?” eddie said as he stood up

“yeah” he said, you stood up too and stood nearby the man

the money suddenly fell to your feet

“sorry, dropped it” the man said with a creepy smile, he kneeled down to get it, and your eyes widened when you saw him looking up your skirt

you quickly moved away instead of telling them, so they don’t worry and make a big deal about it

steve noticed you acting off, he knew something was wrong

“got a lot of money, can i buy you too?” he whispered

you looked away, pretending not to hear

“oh i get it, you’re the slut kind” he said, “the one you rent by the hour” he grabbed your butt, making you gasp and move away

oh they definitely saw this one.

“what the fuck man!” eddie yelled pushing the guy away

your heart was racing, you breathing fast, you weren’t even aware of your surroundings.

“hey hey, whoa, baby” steve said, “breath for me, it’s alright, we’re here sweet thing, take some deep breaths for me” steve guided you, distracting you from the fact that eddie was beating the shit out of that guy

“that’s good, good job. tell me, what do you see, love?” steve asked

“i see…y-you, and the um—the trees, a-and the bench” you said, trying to calm down

“good job, baby! that’s great, you’re doing great.” he smiled at you, “why don’t you tell me what you can feel?”

your breaths were suddenly louder, and tears slipped from your eyes, “hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. just take a deep breath and talk to me, babe”

you took some deep breaths, as you were doing that, eddie suddenly appeared in your view, his hands bloody

your breathing was back to the way it was before, “eddie? wh—your hands—“

“don’t mind my hands, doll. cmon, tell us what you feel, we’re right here, i promise you” eddie sajd

you nodded and tried to calm your breathing a bit, “i feel—y-you and stevie’s hands and um—i feel the j-jacket im wearing and—and…i’m sorry” you sobbed, “i’m sorry—i don’t know”

“hey, sweetheart, look at me” eddie said, “it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay”

you slowly nodded, steve pulled your close, hugging you tight, he knew when your panic attacks happen, you usually like the comfort of being in someone’s arms

“it’s alright, babydoll” eddie kissed your head

you were slowly calming down, with steve stroking your hair, with eddie talking to you, with them both comforting you

“we’ll always protect you, baby” steve said

“always” eddie agreed

[milo-webp]

Maybe Friends Aren't So Bad

FIRST FIC!! This was a request by @fefe-the-cat! I hope you like it :D

TW for: Canon typical violence, a good amount of swearing (cmon it's Dallas Winston)

773 words

Dallas's day was not going well. Hell, his whole life wasn't going well. He had woken up with a hang over, which was never enjoyable, but he could survive that. It wasn't until he found out Sylvia had cheated on him once again had things really turned to shit.

Dallas needed to pick a fight to release all the pent up emotion he felt. And he did end up finding some random soc to rile up; what he failed to realize was that this particular soc wasn't alone. In fact he had several freinds that Dallas had failed to notice. Friends who were much, much larger than Dallas.

So here Dallas was, limping his way to the Curtis house with blood dripping into one eye. God I hate it when blood gets in my eye Dallas thought as he roughly wiping his eye, just agrivating the wound further.

His plan was to just go in, get cleaned up, get out. No one should've been thereat the moment. Soda and Steve were both working at the DX. Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit were all at school. Darry should be at his roofing job. Life, however, had other plans. Or rather Darrel Curtis had other plans.

" Glory, Dal, what the hell happened to you?!"

Dallas flinched when he saw that Darry was in fact Not at work. Squeezing his eyes shut for a second to ease the pain from Darry's hollering bringing back that damn hangover headache. Dallas shouldered his way past Darry, trying to get to the bathoom where all the first aid supplies were.

"I'm fine Darry. Now shut it, will ya'? I've got a migraine." Darry wasn't having it though. Stepping infront of Dallas, Darry gripped Dally's shoulders trying to examine his injuries.

"You look like you got the shit beat outta you. Did you get jumped or something?" Dallas glared at his friend… wait…friend? God Dallas really was getting soft. When did he start thinking about the gang as his friends? He never thought about his old gang members back in New York as friends. Why is this any differant. He needed too change the perspective of the gang . They weren't friends. They were allies. Only al- Jesus fucking christ, could that cut stop bleeding?! Blood was dripping into his eye again. He hated when blood got in his eyes.

"-allas? Dallas!?" Dallas was shot out of his thoughts by Darry's worried voice. "Are you ok? I asked you if you needed help cleaning that cut up? it looks like it needs stitches…"

Right. Dallas needs to clean the cuts that littered his face. One of those cuts kept getting blood in his eye. He hated having blood gets in his eye. He wiped his eye again. "Jesus, Darry, I told ya'. Im Fine. I just don't keep any first aid shit at Buck's."

Darry's eyes scrunched up in worry. "Are you sure? Because it looks pretty bad… I've done stitches a few times. They may not be pretty but it'll get the job done."

Dallas gritted his teeth. Why couldn't Darry just let it go? It's not like he should care! Dallas Winston was a no good JD. A hood. He was a bad influince on Ponyboy. He never did anything that was good or useful. All he did was mess up.

In his emotion, Dallas hadn't realized that he was saying his thoughts outloud. But what he did notice was Darry's pained expression. Fuck. Darry wasn't supposed hear that.

"Dal…" Darry's voice was strained with worry. His eyes were soft. Softer than anyones eyes should look while looking at Dallas Winston.

Some emotion that he didn't recognize started to build up in Dallas. And of course Dallas turned that emotion into anger. Because anger is all Dallas knew how to feel.

"What the fuck is that look? Are you pittying me? Dont fucking pitty me Darrel. I'm not some little kid who cant handle himself. I don't need you to worry about me. And I don't— GOD DANMIT WHY DOES BLOOD KEEP DRIPPING IN MY EYE!" Dallas furiously wiped his eye, just worsening the cut that was causing him his strife.

In pain and in a shit emotional state, Dallas began to do something he hadn't done in years. Cry.

It was as the first sob hit that Dallas felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Dally started to cry even more. He hadn't had a hug in… he doesn't even know how long. He melted into his friends arms. Maybe Darry did care about him. Maybe having friends is a good thing. Maybe friends aren't so bad.

[lamoabss]

Okay but like,,,,hear me out hear me out,,,

“Pretty boy” by TV Girl is so fucking Steve coded. Like cmon, you’re telling me this song isn’t about him??

“But how about his lonelinesses? He gets it from his mom

A hundreds dollars for his haircut, but a a smile from God

And when he touches you, you wonder how he keeps his hands so soft

He got some money from his grandma, guess he’ll never have a job

Oh pretty boy (pretty boy)

Don’t speak (don’t speak)

Oh pretty boy (pretty boy)

You pretty boys are a only good for one thing”

—

Additionally,,,,can you imagine Eddie hearing this song and being like, “this is about my pretty boy” so he shows it to Steve. And Steve’s a little nervous cause he never really liked Eddie’s music but the look on the metalhead’s face is so endearing that he just can’t say no.

So he shows the song to Steve and when it’s finished playing Eddie sees him absolutely engulfed by tears. Eddie suddenly thinks that maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Hey, hey” Eddie coos, attempting to calm Steve down, “I should had known better, I’m so sorry babylove.”

Eddie places his hand within Steve’s and gives it three squeezes. It’s their unofficial way of saying the L word (or at least Eddie thinks).

Steve just looks at Eddie with a confused expression on his face while attempting to wipe away the tears with his free hand, “What are you sorry for Eds?”

Eddie places his other hand over Steve’s cheek in attempt to try and reassure his sweet, pretty boy.

“I heard the song on the radio,” Eddie started, “When I listened to it, it reminded me of you sweetheart.”

Eddie sees Steve’s eyes soften.

Nonetheless, Eddie continues, unaware of the fondness within Steve’s face.

“-But I should have realized that maybe it was a bit too much.” he looks down, seeming ashamed of being the one responsible for Steve’s tears. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Stevie, if I had some common sense sometimes I would just-“

Steve stops him before he can ramble on any further.

“Oh Eddie,” Eddie stiffens at the sound of his full name on Steve’s lips, “I wasn’t crying ‘cause I didn’t like the song.”

Eddie shifts his gaze back up to Steve.

“I was crying ‘cause its absolutely perfect,” Steve attempts a bright smile, even though he has tear-stained cheeks.

“Oh” is all Eddie can muster out.

“Yeah, oh” Steve mocks him (with good nature). “Tell me more about the song please.”

And so Eddie goes in full detail about the way that this song reminds him of his pretty boy.

[familyvideostevie]

i know everyone is being so soft and i love that but by god my brain went immediately to one of steve's large, warm hands wrapped around your throat and the other holding your wrists above your head or maybe behind your back, whispering the filthiest things in your ear while he pounds into you

oh ho HOOOO yeah baby here we go.

I mean his hands are big right? like soooo big so he can totally get both of your wrists if you let him and he presses his thumb real lightly into your windpipe, maybe into the divot of your chin, maybe at the corner of your mouth as his other fingers are spread out wherever he can reach em and hes telling you youre doing such a good job and you feel so good and you're so tight and isn't he so lucky and hes like cmon baby lemme hear you and then he says you make such pretty sounds shouldn't the whole neighborhood get to hear em and he tells you to moan louder as hes fucking you into oblivion

[upsidedownwithsteve]

can we not expect people with lives and jobs who don’t just live online to be fully aware of all of the personal/political beliefs of every person involved in a piece of media they may consume 😭 like cmon Noah I can get bc he’s a main character and it made some rumbles but expecting anyone to know truly anything about Millie’s fiancé who *respectfully* as far as I know is just….bon jovi’s son is absurd

in other news, I’ve finally been able to catch up on the blurbs you wrote last week and I’m completely in love with Steve Harrington all over again. I thought I was out but you pulled me right back in 😔🧎🏻‍♀️

thank you! i nap 5 times a day rn, please 😭 who has time to deep dive into every literal living human being? and yes, exactly, all i know about the guy is he's the son of bon jovi and he's getting married way too young...

listen, i thought i was out too 😭 alas, steve reigns supreme. thank you for reading baby 🧡

[h4rringtonsworld]

my hero | eddie munson

single dad! eddie x daughter

summary: its lily’s first halloween and eddie wants to make it as memorable as possible. but turns out she was the one who made it memorable for him

warnings: major fluff, trauma talk

wc: 1.8k

a/n: i was watching criminal minds s6e6 and got so inspired to do this so enjoy xx

~~~

hawkins, indiana 1986

eddie thought that the worse was over when he survived the whole upside down ordeal. that was until his then hook up got pregnant.

‘are you going to keep it?’ eddie was pacing back and forth in the living room biting his nails. a bad habit he had ever since he was 10.

‘i guess so, if you’re okay with it’ it didnt hit eddie soon enough that he would be a dad. a whole dad taking care of his own flesh and blood. he finally graduated in ‘86. he would be a dad in ‘87.

the day lily was born was the greatest day of his life. he did not find out the gender until he saw the pink cloth wrapped around her. she was so soft and her head smelled like flowers, thats how he got the name lily. ‘hey babygirl, you’re so tiny’ the little girl in his arms reached out to hold his pinky.

baby mama up and ran before he knew it. she didn’t leave a note or anything. he was stuck with a baby and he had zero experience taking care of someone. he was grateful for steve, robin, nancy, jonathan, dustin and everyone for helping him. from feeding lily, playing with her, changing her, taking care of her when eddie got a job at a car shop. he was thankful for their help but it was his daughter, he had to learn all this things by himself too.

~~~

hawkins, indiana 1988

lily’s 1 now. he got the hang of taking care of her and knowing her little quirks and habits. she was a hyper little girl who loves lilies because of her name, hates the smell of paint, wants to play the guitar when she grows up just like daddy and has the cutest smile in the world.

‘lils! c’mon it’s time to eat dinner with dada and grandpops!’ eddie sees his daughter running with teddy in her hands. he remembers winning it for her when they went to a carnival and she never lets it go ever since.

‘asta’, she couldnt quite say pasta yet but it was one of her favourite foods and eddie would always try to save up to be able to cook it for her, or well, wayne would cook it, because eddie would just burn the kitchen down.

‘today, you’re going to aunt nancy and robin’s place ok? they’ll help you dress up and then we’ll go trick or treat, yeah?’ eddie help lily up to her kid chair while she tries to get the food in her mouth.

eddie wipes lily’s mouth after she finished devouring the whole plate of pasta. she definitely needs to change. ‘cmon pumpkin, let’s get you all dolled up’.

lily changed into a pink unicorn shirt with pink tights and a tutu. she loves wearing tutus, any colour, any day. her whole look was completed with two pigtails and if anyone were to look at her, they would not believe that this is eddie munson’s daughter.

eddie lifts lily up to put her in her booster seat. she has always been a fidgety baby so trying to buckle her in her seat is a hassle everytime.

‘lils, give your dada a break please, cmon sit quietly’ eddie has been trying to get lily to sit still for like 10 minutes now and he does not want to be late as he had to rush to cover a shift. eddie would have asked wayne to take lily but he couldn’t because he had an appointment.

after what felt like eternity, lily sat still with her teddy, drinking her juice box. eddie softly played some sabbath, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, softly singing iron man. he hears giggling in the background and sees his daughter banging the empty juice box. huh, she likes metal as well.

‘lily! we missed you! come here honey!’ nancy squealed while walking to lily with open arms. once lily saw nancy and robin, it was like her teddy bear was forgotten and she sprinted towards them. eddie beamed at this interaction, he was glad that he had friends who loved lily as much or even more than he does.

‘i’ll be back in about an hour, just have to cover a shift real quick’ eddie checked his watch and he was glad he had about 10 minutes to spare. he crouched down and held lily’s hands ‘you behave for aunt robin and nancy okay? when i get back, you better be dressed up and all ready to get candy, yeah?’

‘-andy!’ lily squished eddie’s face and kissed his nose. eddie gave a small peck to her forehead and waved the three of them goodbye.

nancy and robin got a little house together and decorated it for halloween. well, robin was the one who wanted to and nancy just helped along. they had pumpkins and spiderwebs with some bat shaped lights. they also had a table with a big bowl filled with candy. it was about 6pm so a flood of kids should be arriving soon.

‘cmon lily, time to be the best dressed girl out there’ lily reached out to hold robin’s pinky and they went upstairs where robin and nancy had already laid out a few outfits on the bed. from a princess, to a bee, a clown and lastly, wonder woman.

robin and nancy let lily wander around to see which one she liked the most but after a few minutes, lily walked back to both of them with a pout on her face.

‘what’s wrong bug?’ nancy placed a hand on lily’s side while the other was stroking her hair.

‘you dont like any of this? this princess one is cute, it’s all pink, your favourite colour is pink right?’ robin held up the princess dress with a plastic crown attached to it. lily held it for awhile, inspecting it before throwing it on the ground.

‘aw lily, what do you wanna dress up as then? bee? wonder woman? clown? which one lily’ robin brought all the outfits to lily but lily just threw all of them. robin and nance are starting to get frustrated because they don’t know what’s wrong and they’re not sure what to do.

‘-ada! -ada!’ lily suddenly started jumping up and down while pointing to herself.

robin and nancy looked at each other trying to figure out what lily is trying to imply ‘dada? dada’s not here honey’ then lily started running to a small closet where it has some of her clothes when she slept over sometimes and started opening everything.

‘sweetie, no, don’t do that, lily honey, please, i just fold all those’ nancy rushed towards lily before she could trash the whole room. lily then hold up a hellfire shirt that eddie specifically got for her so she could wear since she liked how it looked on eddie.

‘yes lily, that’s your hellfire shirt, do you want to put it back?’ nancy began putting all the clothes back deciding she could fold it later.

lily pulled the shirt to her chest ‘-adaaaaa!’

robin came to sit down beside lily ‘do you want to dress up as dada? you wanna wear this?’ lily clapped her hands excitedly and began tugging the outfit she had on. robin quickly help her and replace the pink unicorn shirt with the hellfire one. nancy then found ripped jeans which were blue and lily already had on white sneakers. nancy also found that she could use a necklace she had as a chain for the jeans. robin ruffled up lily’s hair to make it look more poofy like eddie’s.

‘nancy, come here and look!’ nancy and robin backed away from lily and they looked at her in awe. she looked exactly like eddie. exactly a splitting image and they were so amazed.

‘you look adorable little munson, you wanna see yourself?’ robin scooped lily up and face her towards a mirror.

‘-ada! hero!’ lily giggled while pointing towards herself.

‘hero? dada’s a hero?’ robin bouncing lily up and down while having tears in her eyes. she knew how hard eddie worked to give lily a good childhood. before lily even came into this world, eddie had already been struggling so to know that somehow smart little lily sees her dad a hero, it definitely made robin’s heart swell.

‘aw baby, don’t cry’ nancy came behind robin and lily to give them a hug. ‘you are a sweet girl huh lily? your dada is a hero, now cmon, he’ll be here soon’.

eddie was pretty exhausted even though it was only an hour’s worth of work. the only thing he looked forward to was seeing his girl. ‘robs! nance! im here!’ eddie knocked on the door as he hears laughters in the house.

‘shh lily, cmon stand behind me, let’s surprise your dad’ robin says pushing lily behind her as lily could not stop laughing.

‘be there in a minute!’ the three of them were excited and nervous to see how eddie would react. nancy reached for the door knob and opened the door slowly.

‘hi guys! where’s lily? is she all dressed up? i have her pumpkin bowl to put all the candy in later’ eddie held up the plastic pumpkin shape bowl, shaking it excitedly.

‘we have a little surprise for you, well more like lily has a surprise for you, come on in’ robin and nancy clap their hands together.

‘ooo i love surprises, okay im coming in’ eddie stepped in and set the bowl down on the table. lily appeared from behind robin and eddie stood there speechless. she had on her customised hellfire shirt with blue ripped jeans, white sneakers and her brown hair was all wild and untamed. she looked so much like eddie.

it took a few seconds for eddie to say something ‘i thought you wanted to be a princess sweetie or a superhero or something’ eddie sat down in front of lily and he was already about to cry.

‘dada! hero!’ she points to the shirt and then to eddie and at that moment eddie swore that he turned into a puddle. all those sleepless nights, the snarky remarks made by people when they see eddie holding lily, crying before going to sleep, not ever feeling like he was a good dad, all of those dissipated once he heard those two words. he began crying and pull lily so close to him he felt like she was going to explode.

‘you said dada, honey, i love you, oh i love you more than anyone in the world’ eddie peppered lily’s face with kisses. lily pecked eddie’s cheeks in return.

‘let’s go get so much candy’ and the both of them left with the biggest smiles on their faces.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

okay i feel we talk a lot about how much steve loves to overstimulate you as a punishment, but stevie edging you does not get enough attention💔

“i know you want it baby, oh i know you’d be such a good girl for me if i let you cum, but you just look so so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, don’t cum sweetheart.”

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM i love the rare times that steve is mean. you're gonna have to rile him up a LOT though. something like this I think. minors dni.

CW: jealousy, nontoxic, praise, mild daddy!steve, cunnilingus (m and f receiving), p in v sex , aftercare, &lt;3

Steve loves his good girl. He loves how you hold onto him and follow him. He loves how you trust him enough to let him take care of you, so to speak. He never takes advantage of that. He knows you like being a good girl, knows you love his praise. He loves you so much, and the dynamic you have with him is so comfortable and loving. Of course, he's not always dominant, but he knows he has the option to be. You kiss him and make him feel loved and supported, and he's so grateful for you. Everything about your relationship is mutualistic. Constant love and care for one another. When you're feeling submissive, he takes care of you in any way that you'd like. Whether that means hugs or kisses or fucking you over his kitchen table, he enjoys every second of it. Overall, Steve Harrington is the dictionary definition of a soft!dom.

It was a Saturday night and you were getting ready to go to the small bar in town to celebrate Joyce’s new job promotion after the upside-down shenanigans. You didn’t particularly want to go, and neither did Steve, but it was a good time to see all of the people you cared about in one crowded place.

Steve was getting dressed when you came out of his bathroom, your hair blow-dried and makeup perfected. Deep red lipstick and a small black wing by your eye. He’s buckling his belt when he looks up to see you in the mirror. A silk black dress that reaches a few inches above your knee, sheer tights underneath, and a matching heel, all topped by the gold “s” pendant around your neck. an outfit that ensured the rest of his night would be borderline torture trying to keep his hands off you. his jaw drops in the mirror before he whips around to look at you directly. blatantly tracing your entire body with his eyes.

“Jesus christ baby, you look gorgeous. You trying to kill me? You almost sent me into a coma over there.” he voices while moving towards you, taking your hand in his and observing your face and body more closely, “cmon beautiful, give me a spin.” you blush while he spins you around, accompanied by a low whistle that makes your breath hitch.

“Damn, baby…” he picks you up by your waist to plant you in front of his bedroom mirror, “look at you… god. I’m so unbelievably lucky. You’re so beautiful, even when you’re sleeping.” His words make you smile. His implication is that he admires the work you put into your appearance while also making sure you know it’s unnecessary to his infatuation with you.

“Thank you Stevie.” You smile up at him while he rubs his hands up and down your body, lingering by your chest and neck.

“Course, baby. Least I can do. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and give it a kiss, all while you’re both still facing the mirror.

“You doing this on purpose, baby? This how you’re gonna keep me distracted all night?” He says into your ear, watching you squirm and blush. Knowing that he knows what you’re trying to do. Ruin him, for the sheer fun of it.

“Lets go, honey.”

The bar was crowded as usual, and by the time you and Steve sat down, you were already ready to leave. Steve was resting his arm on the table, talking animatedly to Eddie and Robin. His arms had to be a gift from god. Watching them move, his left hand on your knee, his black polo shirt that you never thought anyone could manage to make attractive has you staring at his chest and biceps way more than it should. Robin keeps talking to Steve about something horrifying that Keith had said yesterday, while Eddie giggles at the look on your face. Deciding that you might as well test your luck, you close your legs around where his hand rests above your knee. He looks down at your thighs and gives your leg a squeeze before bringing his hand back to the table.

Every ounce of need to be his good girl flooded from your body, replaced by the need to make his night a living hell. Your eyebrows furrowed and your face formed a pout instantly. Eddie is enjoying the show that only he is noticing, raising his eyebrows at your expression change. Steve keeps conversation, not even looking at you. Heat rushes to your cheeks at the lack of attention. You place your hand on his inner thigh, hoping that he’ll get the hint. He reaches down to interlace your fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before setting it back in your lap.

“Behave, doll.” his voice is kind but firm in your ear.

Your eyes narrow, and only then do you look up. Noticing Eddie chuckling at you with his hand over his mouth. You roll your eyes at him, which makes his jaw drop a little at your attitude that is usually nonexistent when Steve is around. You hop out of your chair, going to find Nancy at the bar. Not turning back to look at him or tell him where you’re going. Robin followed quickly after you, tripping a few times before catching up to you.

Steve and Eddie were left at the table. Both shocked with your behavior.

“Damn, Harrington.” Eddie brings his beer bottle to his lips, Steve turns his head to look at him. “Looks like we’re in for a show tonight. What’d you do to her? Poor girl.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and his face flushed.

“Shut it, Munson.” Eddie held his hands up, declaring innocence before getting up to find you. Ready to encourage you in your mental warfare. Knowing that he left Steve angry.

Steve finished his drink before moving to find you. Spotting you at a table with Nancy and Eddie.

“That dress is so pretty on you, you look amazing.” Nancy remarked, looking you up and down.

“Hell yeah, loving the vibe here darling,” Eddie interjects, motioning at your body with his hands. You thank them both, blushing at the compliments and returning one to Nancy. You see Steve walking towards you, you catch his eyes and stare at him as you undo one of the buttons on your dress, exposing more of your chest, (Steve can't help but notice Eddie’s eyes following your chest, quickly turning away once he realizes what he's doing), before heading off to find Robin and get a drink. Steve is appalled. Absolutely scathing at the thought of who else could be looking at you right now. He follows and finds you quickly, grabbing your waist and turning you to face him.

“C’mon, doll. We’re leaving.” you stare at him for a moment, “Now.”

You let him take you to his car after saying goodbye. He opens the passenger door for you, as always. He starts the car, and doesn’t say anything as he reverses out of the parking space he’s in. His silence continues throughout the drive, but he always keeps one hand intertwined with yours. You notice his jaw clenched, and your breath hitches at his unfamiliar attitude hes displaying. Your cunt throbbing while you press your thighs together desperately. Your gaze landing on the tent in his jeans.

After turning into the driveway, he guides you to the door with an arm around your waist. Closing it behind you both before pulling you into him for a hug, just holding each-other for a second before he refocuses, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

“Go upstairs and take your dress off.”

Your heart probably stops right then, but you follow his orders instantly. Heading into his bedroom before tossing the dress onto the floor, leaving you in a bralette, a pair of tights, and heels. Hair framing your face perfectly, red lips ready for him.

His footsteps come closer after he finishes locking the house up and putting some towels in the dryer so they will be warm for you later. Your breath fluctuating with nerves. He reaches the door and pushes it open, looking a complete mess. Hair disheveled from how many times he has run his fingers through it, polo unbuttoned and showing his chest hair filthily, cock straining against his jeans. He looks at you before motioning you to come closer to him, then pointing downwards for you to get on your knees. You do so. He leans down to you and grabs your jaw.

“You want to tell me what happened tonight?”

“I- you were ignoring me.”

“No, baby. I was very much aware of you, just thought maybe you could make it through the night without throwing a fit.”

“I wasn’t! You pushed my hand away!” Your pout worsens.

“Tone.” He warns you and you soften, “you know very well that if I had kept my hand on you I wouldn’t have been able to keep them off you.”

“B-but, I want you on me.” You look so cute that Steve almost forgets what he’s doing. Almost. He kisses the top of your head before continuing.

“And what do you do when you want something?” He questions you.

“… I ask.”

“And what did you do today?”

“….”

His voice softens slightly. “You know better. I love you so much, but you know that you should’ve told me. Isn’t that right? Y’know I’ll always help you, honey, always. With anything. You can tell me anything. You know that, sweet girl. Right?”

You look at the ground, feeling slightly guilty now because you know he’s right. “Yes, Steve. M’sorry, just wanted you to pay attention to me.”

“I know honey, I’m sorry I made you feel ignored. But we’ll do better next time right, sweetheart?” You nod. “Use your words baby, you know that.”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Good girl. Do you want me in your mouth honey? How does that sound?

“Yes please, daddy.”

Steve pulls his shirt over his head swiftly and meets your eyes, serious again. “Or we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie if you want to baby. You know you have all the power here, okay?”

You nod, looking up at him. “I know. Want you in my mouth, please.”

“Such good manners baby.” He scratches your head with the praise before unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. Palming himself through his jeans, groaning a little bit before you slide the denim down his legs so he can step out of them. He keeps touching himself in front of your face. His grey boxers sporting a small wet stain from precum. “Open.”

Your jaw falls along with your tongue. Steve places two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do as he says while he takes his cock out. You whine around his fingers while he strokes himself. The tip of his cock an angry red color. Throwing his head back while he fists his cock. “Fuck, baby. Looked so beautiful tonight y’know that? Had me hard for you all night. Y’know Eddie was watching you too? Yeah, I know you do. You think he’d turn down the chance to fuck you if he could? No, he wouldn’t. But you don’t want him, do you baby? You just want your daddy, huh?”

You nod eagerly. Sucking his fingers harder now in response. trying to work your heel into your clit for some sort of relief.

“Stay still, pretty girl. Open wide for me, baby.” And you oblige, opening your mouth while he draws his fingers out and strokes himself with them before slapping the head of his cock onto your tongue.

“Thats a good girl. See? Look at you. You know how to behave, don’t you baby? C’mon honey, suck my cock… fuck baby, good girl, good girl.”

Your lips are moving around him steadily, making his hand on the back of your head shake. He’s less gentle tonight with you. Usually he would just barely guide your mouth around him, letting you take it at your own pace. But now he’s adding more force to his movements. Placing your hand on his thigh so he knows you can tap out if you want to. While he uses your mouth, he reaches down to unhook your bra, letting it fall onto the ground in front of him before pulling out of your mouth. He places a kiss on the top of your head, then on your forehead, then your nose, and your lips.

“I love you.” He whispers.

He settles himself between your lips again, letting you touch him like he knows you need. You look up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. He smiles lovingly down at you.

“Being cute won’t get you out of this this time, baby. I appreciate the- fuck- effort though.” He rubs his thumb across your forehead while you continue to look up at him, mouth full. He starts up again, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking into your mouth. Slowly at first, but speeding up slightly after a few thrusts. “Ohh love,- you are pretty cute though.” His head falls back, exposing the vein in his neck, red and flushed. “my pretty fucking slut, my beautiful girl.”

You whine around him, tears brimming your eyes. He pulls out to let you catch your breath. You nod up at him, and hes pushing back in. Rutting into your mouth and running his hand through his hair. You feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, honey. C’mon baby, make me cum.”

And you do just that. Bringing a hand up to rub harder circles into his balls and sucking just around his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,- ahh” He moans while his cock starts to spurt warm ropes of cum down your throat. You look at him with those same pleading eyes while he works through his orgasm, swallowing what didnt drip out of your mouth, and catching what was running down his cock with your tongue. “Shit. Good girl…God, fuck.”

You sit with your knees on either side of you. The black heels you wear dig into your hips. That is until Steve lets go of your hair to lean down and pick you up from under your arms. Letting your legs dangle around his waist, supporting you with his hands on your ass and lower back. He kisses you delicately. Peck after peck onto your lips with little praises in between.

“Took it so well, baby. So well.” He carries you over to his bed, lying you down on the plush comforter. Kisses are pressed to your thighs all the way down to your ankles before removing your heels. Kissing back up your ankles before moving to hover above your hips. His eyes scan the thin tights that adorn your legs. You can see him pondering what to do with them. His hands trace the outline of your bare center below the sheer fabric, moving to your hips. He pauses for a moment before he grips the material on either side of your pelvis, and rips them down the middle. Making you gasp.

“Steve!”

“Sorry baby, I’ll buy you some more tomorrow.”

He finishes removing whats left of the tights, moving his hands up your stomach and rubbing your tummy and tits.

“Gonna be good for me? Don’t worry honey, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead and cheeks, your lip is trembling and your brain is cloudy. “Use your words please.”

“Yes, Stevie, I will.”

“Good girl.”

Steve threw your legs over each of his shoulders. Your cunt on display for him. His fingers glide through your folds before plunging them inside you. He leans over you to hover above your face while his fingers move inside you. His lips ghost over your face, kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and settling on your lips.

“I love you, honey.”

His fingers keep working on you, your eyes start to roll back, a warm fog overtaking your rationality. His favorite. Loves when you get all small for him, when you hold onto him for dear life while he touches you, too fucked to form cohesive thoughts. His mouth moves down to your neck, leaving wet, messy kisses over your skin, sucking it between his teeth until you whimper. You whine out his name.

“S-Stevie, close…close, please.”

But then he moves off of you. Sitting on the soft comforter and stroking your hair. The whimper you let out is almost a scream.

“Steve!”

“Shh,” He places another kiss on your forehead, “it’s okay baby, youre okay. Be a good girl.”

You turn to bury your face in his tummy, wrapping your arms around his waist. He rubs your back soothingly.

“You ready to get up for me? You still okay?” He says it with such sincerity. He would stop completely if you so much as hesitated. But you were already nodding and trying to sit in his lap. But he easily pushed you back onto the bed and spread your thighs apart.

“Use your words babylove. You know that. Thats why we’re here right now, yeah? Cause you wont use your words.”

“M’sorry, I’m okay Stevie, m’sorry. I want you please. ”

“Hey, hey, none of that alright? It’s okay dove.” He kisses your sternum before positioning his head between your legs. Admiring you for a moment before placing a kiss at the top of your slit. Peppering kisses all over your cunt while you quivered beneath him. His tongue finally made its way onto your cunt, plunging inside of you before latching onto your clit. You’re head is swimming and your body feels like it’s on fire. The wet sounds of his mouth on you and his heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear. His hands holding your thighs apart and rubbing the sides of your pussy with his thumbs. Then bringing two fingers back to your little hole and fucking you softly with them. The knot in your tummy pulled even tighter.

“Steve! Stevie! Please, please, please. Can I… Can I- Please.”

But he was already moving out of you and back up to your tits, taking a nipple in his mouth before releasing it slowly to come back up to your face.

“No! Stevie… please. Need to cum, please, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl for you daddy I promise. I promise I’ll be good.”

“I know you want it baby, i know. I know you would be such a good girl if I let you cum, yeah? but you just look so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, dont cum sweetheart. its okay, ive got you honey, daddy’s got you baby.”

Your glassy doe eyes nod up at him, you just want to be a good girl for him. You whimper a little when he takes your tits in his hands again and works your nipples with his mouth. Biting and pinching and sucking until they’re red and sensitive. He blows cool air onto them and you jump. He smiles a little and coos at you.

“You poor thing, baby. I’m sorry honey, gotta get my good girl back, baby. Here, you wanna suck my cock again baby? Then I’ll fuck you? You need something in your mouth baby?”

You nod at him, and usually he’d make you use your words but he knew you’re too far gone now. So he just moves his hips up to your chest. You already have your mouth open, with your tongue out for him.

“Awe, baby. Theres my good girl, huh? Smart little thing. My pretty baby.”

His cock is straining again, leaking precum onto your tongue when he slapped his tip onto it a few times. The familiar taste making you dumb under him. Your lips wrap around him, sucking and licking and satisfying that oral fixation. His hands stroke your hair while he moans above you, watching you take what you need.

When he thinks your sufficiently distracted from the ache between your legs, he moves back, smiling at the way your body chases him. He presses his forehead to yours and takes your face in his hands.

“Need you to use your words for me please, okay? Are you ready, baby? You want me inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please. Please. I want you.”

He smiles and kisses the tip of your nose. Running his hands back down your body and lifting your legs up. Admiring your leaking cunt before picking you up off of the bed. Carrying you around to the other side of the bed so that you could see yourself in the mirror. Your heart skipped a beat at the scene. He bends you over the bed, before bringing his arms around you to pull you towards his chest.

“Deep breath baby.”

And then he’s completely inside you. None of his usual slowness. Already thrusting into you. His cock filling your little cunt up so good. Your moans resemble screams. You can hear him grunting behind you. Almost animalistic.

“Good girl. Thats my good girl. Such a good fucking slut for me, aren’t you baby? Making a scene just so I’ll fuck this tight little cunt. This what you wanted princess? Look at me.”

He grips your hair and makes you look into the mirror in front of you. Watching your own fucked out expression. Flushed all over. Tits red and sensitive. His hair was in his face. Shifting with his movements, and he was looking at you like you were an angel. You watched as he turned to whisper into your ear, his eyes watching your own looking into the mirror. Knowing you could see him talk to you like this.

“Your so fucking beautiful baby. I love you so much. Make me so happy. You doing good?”

You nodded, but he fucked the words out of your mouth.

“I love you ,daddy. Feels so good. You’re s’ big, Stevie, filling me up- filling me up so good.”

“Good girl.”

And he's letting go of his grip on you, guiding you down to the bed on your tummy. Moving both his hands around your hips and lifting them up before fucking into you. Rutting into you over and over again at an almost inhuman pace.

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie,,"

You're a mess. Completely fucked out in front of him. Mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, hair in your lipgloss, mascara smudged around your eyes. He's smiling so hard, letting his head fall back while he fucks into you, in complete bliss. The aura around you both is that of candlelight on a Sunday night, pure comfort and euphoria.

"Love you s'fucking much baby. God, could fuck you forever. My pretty girl. I'll take such good care of you, baby. Fuck-"

His words send chills throughout your entire being. Pushing you right back to that knot.

"Daddy, daddy, please. Taking such good care of me. Please, let me cum, please. Please, Stevie."

"Dove, sweetheart, cmon. I want you to cum for me now, baby. Let go for me. Yeah, fuck that's it, pretty girl. That's it, baby, oh, I know honey, I know. I know. Fuck, you're soaking me, love. Can I cum in you, sweetheart? Yeah? Thank you baby, such a good girl for me. Oh"

He keeps rutting into you while you cum on his cock. You're in the clouds, everything around you has melted into nothing but Steve. You feel him filling you up. Warm and safe. His arms wrap around you. The wonderful feeling of exertion puts a smile on your face. His lips place soft kisses all over your shoulders and face, whispering sweet nothings to you. Lying down next to you after maneuvering you back onto the bed properly. He wraps you up in his arms and kisses your head, rubbing your arms and shoulders, tracing hearts and "I love yous" into the soft skin.

"Did such a good job baby. Always so amazing. You're a dream, baby. My love. My own angel. I love you so much."

"Loves you Stevie, make me so happy. I love you."

He kisses you again before getting out of bed, making his way around to you and kissing you again. He hands you his shirt off of the floor and lets you wrap your arms around it, making sure you didn't feel alone while he goes into the bathroom and starts a bath for you, adding bubbles and lavender soap. He grabs a pair of boxers and returns to the bedroom, kissing you and picking you up.

"M'here baby. I'm here."

You smile at him and bury your face into his chest while he sits you on the counter. Kissing you all over your face and giggling with you while he takes off your makeup with you.

"Y' want me to go get you some water, beautiful?

Your face lights up, making him melt a little. "Yes please, love."

"Okay, honey, I'll go get everything ready for you, m'kay? You want some tea?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright angel. I'll be back in a couple minutes."

You clean up before getting into the warm bath. By the time you were in the water, Steve was knocking on the door with a cup of tea, and a glass of water. Entering the room when you told him to come inside.

"Hey, you. How you feel, babylove? Y'alright?" He asked you this every time, even though you always had the same answer. He loved to hear it.

"I'm so happy, Stevie, I love you."

He kisses your hand and brushes your hair out of your face, smiling softly at you.

[dallasgallant]

Upon rewatch-

I’ve rewatched with subtitles this time as the music is … really loud and a bad mix on the complete novel so I’ve noticed a whole lot more on this rewatch than I had. And for as much as I can critique about the film there’s so much detail and love in the world and performances.

Some of this stuff might be a little obvious but this is just a hearing it because subtitles or me noticing more ok?

Pony does in fact scream for Darry and Soda when he’s jumped on his way home, it’s brief as they gag him right after.

Steve complaining about his hurt nose and two bit immediately trying to touch it lmao

“Hey soda here come the hobos” (Dally, Johnny and Pony come to bum money from them)

“Return of the dead!” “Awe get outta my hair.”

“Just watch it grease ball.” “Says who?”

You can faintly still hear Johnnys parents fight all the way from the lot, adding to his breakdown

Pony looking through the window “it’s Darry” were you expecting the president?

Johnnys “you trying to kill us?!” When Dally whips into the DQ (he was smiling until this point)

“Where’s he going?!” “Get over here!” “Come here man… you’re you’re… going to get him.”

Pony starts the fight with Two-bit

“Why don’t you get a job? You ever think of getting a job there two bit?” (Steve you little hater lmao)

Half the gang has a weird ass laugh

“I’m gonna be so glad when you’re out of here”(Nurse to Dally)

“Cmon I’ll grab hold of a little one” (I lose it every time)

ITS TWO BIT WHO SAYS “he’s just a kid” what if i die?

“First Johnny, now Dallas.”

“Don’t you start crying too ponyboy, one bawl baby in this family’s enough.” “I ain’t cryin’”