#'you've really got a hold of me'

[secondbeatsongs]

when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts

but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!

and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?

welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast

anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.

[stopandimagineloveforever]

You've Really Got a Hold on Me rehearsal - LET IT BE

*if you'd like a clip from Let It Be, message me

[captainhysunstuff]

"You Really Got a Hold on Me" was an interesting choice for a wedding song.

[silverskye13]

He is a creature to me do you understand?

@lindentree @helsknight-daily

[appri-dot]

"Don't worry Damie! If you're jealous, we can share the chair!"

"How the fuck are you able to hold me."

[jt1674]

[pennamepersona]

the thing that finally let me understand wyll was seeing a couple posts about how he's like. unfazed in the beginning. this is normal to him

very "the day you were taken by the nautiloid was the worst day of your life. for the blade of frontiers, it was tuesday"

[dunderbread]

music genre of the day: song about a relationship that is so so so toxic but the music is so good you can't even complain

[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

◇Chapter Eight◇

Chapter List Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

1965 ◇ Outside the Curtis House

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Gracie climbed out of Sally's car and shut the door behind her. It was a quiet night in Tulsa. This was a good thing to Gracie beacause quietness meant no trouble, which meant that she wouldn't have to be worrying about the gang tonight.

"Thanks for the ride, Sal" she rested her elbows on the car door, smiling tiredly at her friend.

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Sally returned the smile before blowing Gracie a kiss, which she jokingly caught.

As Sally sped away in her little red car, Gracie opened the gate of the Curtis house and walked up to the front door. She knew that Darry would be home from work by now.

Pushing open the front door, she could hear the sound of the radio coming from the kitchen. "Who's that?" Darry's deep voice called out from where he was washing the dishes.

"It's Gracie," she called back. She hung her old jacket and handbag on the coat-rack beside the door, leaving her in her butter-stained work uniform.

The girl trudged into the kitchen, a yawn escaping from her lips. Darry noticed this and turned aroud, giving her a look which she recognised far too well. "I know what you're gonna say, please don't. I'm far too tired to argue with you now,"

"Well you wouldn't be if you cut down your work hours," he grumbled, but quickly shut up on the subject when he noticed how Gracie's eyes were burning a hole into the side of his head.

She rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the sink that was filled with suds. Without speaking, Darry stepped away, drying his hands with a tartan tea towel before starting to dry the dishes that were already dripping onto the draining board. He knew how relaxing Gracie found it to submerge her hands in the warm, soapy water. It was an unspoken rule between them: she washes, he dries.

"Who did you lie to?" Darry spoke a few moments later, drying the plate he held in his hands in circular motion.

Gracie creased her brows in confusion

How did he know about that? She thought. Almost as if he could read her mind, Darry continued to speak.

"Soda told me you came in here today and puked like a drunk, he said you were sick but..." he turned to face her. "You're barely ever sick. So who did you lie to?"

Gracie took a deep breath, he knew her too well. Her face heated up out of embarrasment at the thought of admiting to Darry how she dragged him into her lie. "Shelly Oaks,"

Darry let out a low chuckle, not expecting that answer. "My god, I haven't heard that name in years,"

"Same here... until she walked into the salon this morning," Gracie rinsed off a glass before leaving it on the draining board.  The sound of the radio softly  humming swirled around her ears as one of the rat pack sang, though she couldn't tell which one.

"Well, what did she want?" Darry asked, a tone of judgement sounding in his voice. He never liked Shelly that much, and liked her even less since that night after the football game. Though he hated to admit it, he held quite alot of grudges.

This attitute from him made Gracie feel a little better about herself. "Using a haircut as a coverup to brag about her engagement to Paul Holden," she rolled her eyes.

The mention of his ex-best friend gave Darry a sudden loss of breath. As if someone had swung a baseball bat at his stomach, affectively winding him. That was another name that Darry hadn't heard in years. "Oh,"

"Yeah," Gracie replied with her back turned to Darry, failing to notice his reaction. "And she was bragging about how romantic his proposal was so... I kinda, em"

Her hesitation made Darry regain focus. He leaned against the countertop, flinging the tea towel over his shoulder as he crossed his arms. "You kinda what?"

Gracie turned around, her sudsy hands falling down to meet behind her back. "I kinda- told Shelly that you and I... were engaged to be married," the sound of her heartbeat was pounding in her ears during the few seconds of silence that followed.

Darry's blank stare quickly turned into a smile, his singular dimple showing as he threw his head back in laughter. "At least buy me dinner first," he joked.

The woman rolled her eyes as she turned back around and continued to wash the dishes. "Your name was just the first that came to mind, ok?"

"Ok," he shook his head. "I can just imagine the look on her face when you said that," he chuckled. The thought of Shelly's shocked expression made Gracie's lips turn up into a smile.

"It was pretty funny," she admitted, taking the plug out of the sink drain and watching as all the dirty dishwater swirled down.

The pair pottered around the kitchen, putting away the delf in a comfortable silence just as the crackled voice of the radio presenter spoke cut through.

"And now, we're heading back to a few years ago when this song seemed to be playing absolutely everywhere! It's Smokey Robinson and The Miracles with You've Really Got A Hold on Me,"

As the opening bars of the song blew through the air, both Gracie and Darry immediately looked up from what they were doing. Memories of the past danced in their heads, memories that they had pushed down and made themselves forget about. It was pretty hard to forget about now.

Gracie could hear the soft thuds of Darry's footsteps on the kitchen floor as he walked over to the radio, turning up the volume so that the music was loud. Just as loud as it was that night.

Then, she heard his footsteps again and not long after she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Darry standing right behind her, so close that she had to look up to meet his eyeline. He had his hand held out, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes that matched his smirk perfectly. "Would you like to dance with me?"

A tired smile grew on her face as she took his hand in hers. Softly, he spun her under his arm before pulling her in close, his arms holding her waist as she interlocked her hands behind his neck.

I don't like you, but I want you

Seems that I'm always thinking of you

Though you do my badly

I love you madly, you really got a hold on me.

The pair swayed to the music while looking at eachother with content. All of the external worries and stress seemed to fade away. It was just them, dancing together, in that moment.

Around halfway through the song, Gracie spoke. "You know, I thought that you had forgotten all about that night," she looked down, suddenly shy with the vunerbility.

Darry chuckled. "No, I think about it alot acctually," he admitted. He watched as Gracie's looked back up so her eyes met his once more.

"Really? Why?"

"It was the last night of fun before everything got so grown up and serious," he spoke, exhaling deeply.

Gracie smiled, it was quite fun. "Well, I think that's the whole point of senior prom, Darry" she let out a breathy laugh.

"I suppose," he spoke, a red tint glowing on his face. "But that's not the only reason why I keep thinking about it" he spoke. His eyes flitted down to her lips as their swaying grew slower.

"Oh," she breathed, realising what he meant. Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, noticing how his heart-rate started to pick up as her head tilted towards him. She licked her lips, wetting the cracked skin as she moved even closer.

The sound of the music continued to flood the room, drowning out all other sounds. Including the opening of the front door. Sodapop walked in, a smile bright on his face as he remembered his date with Sandy earlier that evening. The sound of the radio drew him to the kitchen, it was never usually that loud.

As he stood at the door, he was met with the sight of Darry and Gracie, their lips only inches away from eachother. He stepped back as silently as he could, trying not to draw any attention to his presence.

As he stepped backwards his keys fell out of his jean pocket, making a loud clatter on the floor. Darry and Gracie shot away from each other, the latter turning her back to the both of them in deep embarrasment.

"Soda, what are you doing home?" Darry asked nervously, his face a deep shade of red.

Sodapop raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say in response. "W-well it's like midnight... I mean, I can leave again if you guys want some privacy-"

"No! Um... Ponyboy is supposed to be home by now," Darry checked his watch, all of his responsibilites now returning to him. He walked past his brother, into the sitting room, trying his best to escape the awkward moment.

Gracie turned around and opened her mouth to speak, to plead with Soda to not tell anyone. As if he read her mind, Sodapop pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key. He smiled, the secret would be safe with him.

Gracie returned his smile. Thank god for Sodapop Curtis she thought.

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Taglist: @kaytheday @american-idiot-jpg @curtis-corner @casey1-2007

[opalimagines]

Songs I was thinking about when writing the last one :)

[v-tired-queer]

Sometimes a part of being a Christian who is/has gone through trauma and/or heartbreak is listening to a sad pop song and equating it to Jesus

[chirpsythismorning]

🎨 🖼️ 🌈 🩹 🧍🏽💡 🔮⚡️☄️

You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

[turtlemagnum]

one of my favorite parts of strategy games like chess and advance wars is that feeling when you haven't quite won yet but the enemy has no real options so it feels like you're just sloowly wrapping around them like a snake. when all your enemy has is their king and you've managed to turn 3 of your pawns into queens, and all you've gotta do is get in juust the right position, and in the meantime all they can do is squirm. god, that's such a wonderful feeling. nothing quite like it

[magnifiico]

confirmed mag doesn't grant sabino's wish bc after dealing with @charroblanco he's had enough of musicians 乁(ツ゚)ㄏ

[poptartmochi]

y'all i have created a Monster 😮😳😳

[lytransthropy]

I saw your post about you going back to the Hospital and I wanted to tell you that I love you. I'm not sure if you remember me from when we used to do Pokemon RPs on Twitter, but I look back on that time fondly and you're my friend still, even though we don't talk to each other any more. I saw everything you've been dealing with. You're very strong for making it this far into your life and I'm proud of you. I truly hope things get better for you. I think I'm super emotional right now since it's past 9pm and maybe I should be going to bed. I still love you, forever and ever.