#baby kicking ponies for life

[astros-silly-place]

ok, I just saw all this discourse like today, and I don’t usually like to get into discourse

But Jesus almighty I feel horrible for the fanbase ranboolive has been given. (Especially Twitter boobers, but Twitter is hell) and I’m a part of that fandom, and it sucks cuz some of them make me not want to interact with their fanbase anymore.

BUT ALSO getting mad at RANBOO after tweeting a CHARLES SLIMECICLE TEXT? (Which was taken out of context but I found funny a bit) and than bootwt absolutely attacking ranboo???? That’s so crazy

Ranboo is 20 fucking years old—and their fanbase treats them like they still are 17 and “oh so innocent and we must watch their every move because we don’t want to be taken as bad 🥺”

boobers that attacked (and made ranboo unnecessarily make an apology tweet.) I’m literally in ur walls, stop treating a 20 yrs old like a child and sometimes accept that some shit is a joke.

[featjunranghae]

Fatherhood - Lee Jeno

summary: when jeno's girlfriend left him to deal with fatherhood alone. he decided he'd never let anyone in his or his daughter's life. that was until he met you. his neighbour whom his daughter seemed to love way too much

warning: suggestive at the end

last part of the three part series

part one || part two || nct masterlist

Just Like That, a Year Passed

The seasons changed, days blending into weeks, weeks into months—until, just like that, a year had passed.

The air was thick with summer heat, windows open as you sat on the cool floor of Jeno’s living room. Jiwoo was nestled between you and Jeno, her small legs stretched out as the three of you shared a bowl of strawberry ice cream. It had melted slightly, but neither of you minded. Jiwoo kicked her feet happily, enjoying the moment with her father and her... the title was still unknown for you.

You scooped another spoonful and turned to Jiwoo with a teasing smile. “Baby, what do you want for your birthday?”

Jiwoo tilted her head, deep in thought, before her face lit up. “I want a pony.”

Jeno nearly dropped his spoon. “A pony?” He poked her cheek, raising a brow. “Where exactly do you think we’re gonna keep a pony, huh?”

Jiwoo shrugged innocently. “In the house.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe you’d like a birthday party instead?”

“No. I want a pony.” Jiwoo turned to you, eyes wide and pleading as she batted her lashes. “Ynnie, won’t you get me a pony?”

You snorted, ruffling her hair. “Baby, if I could, I would.”

“I miss when she couldn’t talk,” Jeno mumbled dramatically.

Jiwoo huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Daddy’s mean.”

Jeno grinned, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Okay, okay, princess. We’ll see what we can do about that pony.”

The conversation drifted into easy laughter, and for a moment, everything felt warm—comforting in a way you never thought possible.

And then your phone buzzed. Absentmindedly, you glanced down at the screen, and the notification made your stomach flutter.

Jungwoo.

The guy you had met at the hospital where you were interning. He was nice. Sweet. And from the beginning, he had made his interest in you clear. Kun.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you picked up your phone, fingers hovering over the screen.

“Who are you texting?”

Jeno’s voice cut through the moment, and when you looked up, you found him staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You hesitated before answering, “Just Kun.”

Jeno’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Kun?”

Jiwoo, who had been quietly observing, perked up with interest. “Yeah, who’s Kun?” She scooted closer, trying to peek at your phone.

You pulled up Kun's profile picture and showed it to her. “He’s my friend.”

Jiwoo blinked at the screen. Then, with all the innocence of a child, she asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

You choked on air.

“N-No, baby,” you sputtered, cheeks warming. “He’s just a guy friend. He's doing residency in the hospital I'm working at.”

Jiwoo tilted her head, as if processing the new information. Meanwhile, Jeno’s expression darkened slightly.

“So…” Jeno's gaze snapped toward the clock, and something in his posture stiffened. “Why is Kun texting you at… 11 in the night?”

Jiwoo joined along. “Yeah,” she said. “Why is he texting you this late?”

You rolled your eyes at Jeno. “11 isn’t even that late.”

“Not the point, YN."

His tone held that strictness he usually reserved for when Jiwoo was being difficult, and something about it made irritation bubble up inside you.

You huffed, placing your phone beside you. “We’ve just been talking, okay? He asked me on a date.”

Jeno’s spoon hit the table with a soft clatter.

��He what—”

“What’s a date?” Jiwoo asked, looking between you both.

Jeno barely heard her. His focus was locked on you, an odd look crossing his face. “What did you say?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous under his stare. “I said yes.”

The words felt heavier than they should.

You weren’t even sure why you said yes. A part of you knew your heart wasn’t in the right place. But another part—the rational part—reminded you that it didn’t matter. Jeno had made it clear from the very beginning that he wasn’t looking to date. That after what happened with Jiwoo’s mother, he had no interest in relationships.

So what were you supposed to do? Sit around and wait for something that was never going to happen?

“I just…” You exhaled, forcing a lighthearted laugh. “I just want to put myself out there again. It’s been a year since I last dated, and I think—”

“There’s nothing wrong with staying single,” Jeno cut in sharply.

You blinked at him, taken aback by the sudden edge in his tone. “Yeah, but there’s also nothing wrong with dating.” You crossed your arms.

“Kun’s a great guy. I’m sure you’ll like him when you meet him.”

Jeno scoffed. “Oh, I bet I will.”

He pushed himself up from the floor abruptly, his movements stiff as he grabbed the empty ice cream bowl and stormed into the kitchen.

You stared after him, frustration bubbling in your chest.

“What is your problem?” You followed him, watching as he slammed the bowl into the sink with more force than necessary. “I don’t understand why you’re upset about this.”

“I’m not upset,” Jeno said, voice clipped.

“Then what’s with the attitude?”

He didn’t answer.

And that’s what made your chest tighten the most.

Because if Jeno was mad—if he really had a problem with this—then shouldn’t he just say it?

But he wouldn’t.

Because there was nothing to say.

Because you already knew the answer.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "You're acting weird-"

Jeno’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the sink. He exhaled through his nose, still not looking at you.

Finally, he muttered, “Do whatever you want. who am I to judge?”

And just like that, the conversation was over.

You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands curling into fists at your sides. “Fine,” you whispered. “I will.”

You turned on your heel, walking back toward the living room.

Jiwoo was still sitting on the couch, too tired to say anything, but her big, round eyes followed you carefully.

You plastered on a smile. “Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.”

She didn’t say anything, but she reached out for you without hesitation.

As you carried her to her room, you tried to ignore the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. You tried to ignore the way your heart ached in your chest.

Because at the end of the day, this was always how it was going to be.

Jeno wasn’t yours.

And you couldn’t keep pretending otherwise.

—

You weren’t nervous.

Kun was a great guy—sweet, considerate, and easy to be around. He made you feel comfortable in ways that were refreshing. There was no tension, no uncertainty. You two met at the hospital. He was a busy guy but always seemed to make time for you. For everyone. As you curled your lashes and dabbed on a final touch of lip gloss, something gnawed at the back of your mind, something you refused to acknowledge.

Your phone buzzed.

Jeno: You left your AirPods. Should I drop them off before work?

You exhaled through your nose, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the sight of his name.

You: That’d be great. Thanks.

Karina, ever the best friend, helped you get ready. She styled your hair, the two of you sifting through your closet until you settled on the perfect outfit—a short, pink sundress that hugged you in all the right places. It was cute, flirty. The neckline dipped slightly, just enough to show off your collarbones and the barest hint of cleavage.

“Trust me,” Karina had said when you hesitated. “It’s the perfect balance of cute and hot. Kun will go crazy for you."

And you did feel beautiful.

Almost.

The doorbell rang.

Karina was still in the bathroom, so you hurried to answer it, smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

Jeno stood on the other side, his hand tucked in his pocket, your AirPods in the other. His gaze landed on you, and for a moment, he didn’t move.

He looked at you.

And then he looked at you.

You saw the way his eyes swept over your frame, taking in the soft pink of your dress, the way it hugged your curves. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and suddenly, you felt self-conscious. Jeno had never looked at you like that before.

He cleared his throat, handing you the AirPods.

“Thanks,” you muttered, shifting on your feet. Then, with a nervous laugh, you added, “At least tell me how I look.”

Jeno exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“You always look pretty, YN,” he said, voice quieter this time. Then, before you could respond, he muttered, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

You stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering in your chest. You tried not to let it affect your mood. Tried not to read into it. Tried to ignore the way his words settled deep in your bones.

Kun showed up—right on time, looking effortlessly handsome, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a charming smile on his face.

“You look absolutely stunning, YN.”

His words were perfect. The kind any girl would swoon over. But somehow, they didn’t make your heart flutter the way Jeno’s did.

—

The date was perfect.

Kun held your hand. He pulled out your chair, paid for everything, showered you with compliments. He was attentive, kind, the very definition of a gentleman.

And yet…

The entire time, a part of you felt like a fraud. Because Kun deserved someone who looked at him the way you looked at Jeno.

Someone whose heart raced at his touch, not someone else’s.

Someone who wasn’t still tangled in unspoken feelings for a man who would never be hers.

—

By the time Kun walked you to your apartment, the weight of your thoughts had settled deep in your chest.

“Is this the part where I kiss you goodnight?” he teased with a smile.

You let out a slow breath.

You couldn’t do this.

“Kun…” Your voice was soft, hesitant. “I have to tell you something.”

His expression didn’t falter. He just waited, his hands tucked into his pockets as if he already knew what you were going to say.

“I…” You swallowed. “I’m so sorry. You’re such a great guy. But I don’t think I can do this.”

A beat of silence.

“Is it because of Jeno?”

You blinked, startled.

Kun’s smile remained, but there was no bitterness behind it, no resentment, just quiet understanding.

You opened your mouth, then closed it. There was no use lying.

“I don’t know,” you admitted.

But you did.

You did know.

Kun nodded, as if he had expected this. “It’s okay, pretty,” he said gently. “I get it. You’ve told me about your history. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he chuckled, nudging your arm. “At least you didn’t lead me on. And we had a nice date.” He tilted his head, smirking. “I like talking to you, you know. We can just stay friends.”

A relieved breath left your lips. “Really?”

“Of course.” His eyes softened. “I’d rather keep you in my life than pretend to be something we’re not.”

Your heart ached, but not in the way you thought it would. Kun was too good for this world.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around him in a grateful hug. “You’re too nice for this world.”

“I know, I know,” he teased. “I get that a lot.”

You pulled back with a playful eye roll.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “I haven’t been on a date in so long. It felt… nice.”

His grin widened. “Well, maybe I can take you on platonic dates sometimes. My ass hasn’t been on a date in a while either.”

You laughed. “Why not?”

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “See you at work, pretty.”

As he walked away, you let out a long exhale.

Tonight should have been a new beginning.

But somehow, it just felt like a confirmation of something you had been trying to ignore all along.

It was always going to be Jeno...

—

Jeno had been awake all night.

Just two blocks away from you, sleep had refused to come, no matter how much he willed it. You had promised to text him after your date. But you didn’t.

Did it go bad? Did it go well?

Did it go too well?

“Jeno, you’re not paying attention!”

Haechan’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, irritation laced in his tone as his character got ambushed on the TV screen. Jaemin sighed in frustration as Jeno’s character died, causing them to lose the game.

Jeno barely cared.

He threw the controller onto the couch and got up, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m done.”

“Dude, what’s up with you?” Haechan groaned, but Jeno was already walking away.

He entered his room to find Jiwoo curled up in her blankets, her small chest rising and falling steadily. He smiled softly, stepping closer—until he noticed the slight dampness in her hair, the way her forehead shone with sweat. His heart clenched as he pressed the back of his hand against her skin. Too warm.

His stomach dropped.

He quickly grabbed the medicine and carefully pulled her into his arms, trying to get her to drink. She winced at the taste but didn't fight back.

"Call me if anything ever goes wrong."

Your voice echoed in his mind.

But was this serious enough? Was it worth calling you over something that could pass in a few hours?

No. Jiwoo would be fine.

Right?

—

Over the next few days, Jeno barely saw you. Apparently, you had come over while he was at work—at least, that’s what his roommates told him.

Was the date that good? So good that you didn’t even want to see him anymore?

The thought made his chest tighten.

By the time he returned home from work that evening, exhaustion clung to his bones. Everything seemed fine until dinner.

Jiwoo was fussy, refusing to eat, her small whimpers turning into tired cries. Then her temperature spiked. Then she threw up.

Jeno’s hands shook as he held her. He tried sponging her down, feeding her medicine. Nothing worked.

It was past midnight when it finally hit him—Jiwoo needed to go to the hospital.

“Try calling a cab,” Jaemin said, rapidly scrolling through his phone to look for an Uber as well.

Haechan cursed under his breath. “No drivers are in the area. I hate being broke,” he muttered, running a hand down his face.

Jaemin glanced at Jeno. “Did you call YN?”

Jeno hesitated.

Why hadn’t he?

Was it because of the petty part of him that didn’t want to need you? Or was it because you had a good date, and he didn’t want to insert himself into your life when you were moving on?

Either way, this wasn’t about him.

This was about Jiwoo.

Jaemin took out his phone and called you. You showed up almost immediately.

You didn’t even hesitate.

Dressed in your pajamas, you rang the doorbell, hair slightly messy from sleep, but your eyes were worried. “Where is she?”

Jeno barely had time to process the warmth in his chest before you were rushing past him into his room.

Jiwoo was curled into his arms, her face flushed, eyes barely open.

“Oh, baby…” Your voice broke as you crouched beside them, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. Jiwoo slowly lifted her eyes to you, her lip wobbling.

"How didn’t I notice you feeling bad?" Your voice was filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, baby…"

Jeno swallowed.

“How do we take her to the hospital?” Haechan asked.

“Kun’s coming over. He just finished his shift—he’ll be here in ten.”

Jeno tensed.

Kun?

True to your word, Kun arrived, still in his apron from work. He looked tired, but his concern was evident as Jeno relayed all the symptoms.

“Seems like summer flu,” Kun murmured, jotting down a list of medicines. ��Make sure she stays hydrated. The heat is bad—try to keep her cool, and make sure she eats well. Bad weather. The hospital is full of sick kids.”

He knelt in front of Jiwoo, giving her a gentle smile. “You’ll be better in no time, sweetheart.”

Jeno watched from the sidelines, jaw clenched.

Kun was everything a woman could ever want. He had a car. He was in residency. He came from a wealthy family. he has his whole life planned out.

He was perfect.

And Jeno?

Jeno was struggling to make ends meet. Juggling between work and taking care of his daughter. He didn't know what he was gonna do in the future.

Why wouldn’t you pick someone like Kun over him?

Jeno stared as you hugged Kun goodbye, watched as he took Haechan with him to buy the medicine.

He couldn’t breathe.

—

You let out a heavy sigh as you stepped back into Jeno’s room.

Jiwoo was still in his arms, small fingers curled into his shirt. Even now, even when she was sick, she clung to him.

Jeno’s grip on her tightened.

He was afraid to let go.

Afraid to fail her.

“This isn’t your fault,” you murmured.

Jeno looked at you, startled.

Almost as if you had read his mind.

You sat beside him, running your fingers gently over Jiwoo’s cheek. The little girl stirred at your touch, her eyelashes fluttering weakly.

“…Mommy…”

The word was soft. A whisper.

But it might as well have been an explosion. Jeno stiffened. His arms went rigid around Jiwoo’s tiny body.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

Shock flickered across your face. You blinked rapidly, as if unsure whether you had even heard it correctly.

“She…” You swallowed. “She must’ve said it by accident.”

Jeno nodded numbly, but his mind was spinning. No one had ever taught Jiwoo that word. she had never had someone to call "Mommy" before.

And yet, she had chosen you.

Jeno’s throat felt tight.

It made sense.

Of course Jiwoo called you Mommy. Who else, besides him, had ever shown her this much love? Who else had taken care of her the way you did?

And in that moment, it hit Jeno like a truck.

He couldn’t lose you.

Not only for Jiwoo’s sake.

Not for his own.

But bcause he needed you.

Your warmth. Your presence. The way you made everything feel lighter, even when the world felt suffocating.

He had been so afraid of love. So terrified of risking it, of letting himself feel.

But if it meant losing you?

If it meant watching you walk away—watching you choose someone else? That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

He had to do something.

—

Jiwoo got better quickly after following Kun’s instructions.

Soon enough, she was back to her bubbly self, talking nonstop about her birthday plans. Jeno wouldn’t have it any other way.

He took two days off work just to be with her.

And you… you had started coming around again.

Everything seemed to go back to how it used to be. The laughter, the comfort, the easy presence of you in his life. But Jeno knew better.

It wasn’t the same. Not for him.

Because now, he knew the truth. He knew that he needed you. And he couldn’t keep it inside any longer.

That night, the dorm was quiet.

Haechan was out of town, and Jaemin had gone out with friends. Jiwoo had fallen asleep hours ago, her tiny arms wrapped around her favorite stuffed bunny.

That left just you and Jeno.

You were in the kitchen, moving around comfortably, completely at home in his space as you made something for both of you to eat. Jeno leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you.

You didn’t have to be here.

You could’ve gone home.

But you were here.

With him.

"You're staring," you said without looking up.

"Can we talk?" Jeno asked.

That made you pause. You turned to him, brows raised. "Of course. What's up?"

Jeno exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. His heart was racing. This was absurd. So absurd.

But he had to say it.

"I… I want you to stop seeing Kun."

Silence.

You didn’t say anything.

Jeno’s stomach twisted. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Maybe this would ruin everything—

But there was no going back now.

"He's a great guy," Jeno admitted, voice rough. "You were right about that. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to see him anymore."

You blinked. "Why not?"

Jeno’s throat tightened. His fingers curled against the counter. "Because I can't let him have you."

Your breath hitched.

Jeno clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep going. "I know what I am. I know I’m a single dad, that I don’t have enough money, that I don’t even have my future figured out. I know Kun is the better option. But I don’t care.

I want you—I need you."

His voice broke.

"You've shown me love. You’ve shown Jiwoo love. And I… I want to be able to show you that love back."

"Jeno…"

"Please," he whispered. "Give me a chance."

Your lips parted, hesitation flickering across your face. "Kun and I aren’t dating."

Jeno froze. "What?"

"I…" You swallowed, looking away for a second before meeting his eyes again. "I couldn’t. I couldn’t date him. Not when my heart already belonged to someone else."

Jeno’s mind went blank.

"Huh?"

"I like you, Jeno." Your voice was quiet but steady. "I’ve liked you for a while."

Jeno could barely breathe. "Then why’d you… why’d you go on the date?"

You gave him a sad smile. "Because you said you weren’t looking to date. And I… I thought I had no chance."

Jeno was stunned.

No chance?

You—YN L/N—the most beautiful girl he had ever met. The girl of his dreams. The one who made him believe in love again. The one who made him want to try again.

Jeno stared at you, taking in everything- the way your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, the way you looked so natural standing in his kitchen, wearing his apron, making food for both of you.

And something inside him snapped.

Before he could stop himself, he was moving.

His hands found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you to him. Your breath hitched, eyes widening, but you didn’t pull away.

His lips crashed onto yours.

It was desperate, raw, filled with all the emotions he had been trying so hard to suppress. He kissed you like a man starved.

You melted into him instantly, hands gripping his broad shoulders as he pressed you back against the counter.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly close. Your scent, your warmth, the soft gasp you let out against his lips—it was driving him insane.

Jeno groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid against your lips, and you opened up for him, letting him taste you.

You were sweet. Addictive.

His tongue tangled with yours, slow and teasing at first, but quickly growing more heated, more desperate.

A low whimper escaped you, and Jeno nearly lost it.

His hands roamed your sides, feeling the curves of your waist, the dip of your back. He wanted to feel every inch of you, wanted to memorize the way you fit against him.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck," he murmured against your lips. "I wanted to do this for so long."

Your eyes were heavy-lidded, lips swollen as you looked up at him. "Then don’t stop."

And Jeno didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Not when you were right here, kissing him back with just as much need.

His hands roamed your waist, gripping tightly, holding you against him like he was afraid you’d slip away. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned into your mouth.

Jeno’s hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you slightly before walking you backward. You let out a small gasp as the edge of the couch hit the back of your knees.

He pushed you down onto the couch, hovering over you before capturing your lips again.

This kiss was different.

It was deeper. Rougher.

Jeno kissed you like he was making up for lost time, like he had been holding himself back for too long and finally, finally, he could have you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you, teasing you, and you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but it still wasn’t enough.

You needed more.

Jeno’s hands roamed over your waist before sliding down to your thighs, fingers gripping the soft flesh. He squeezed lightly, and you whimpered into his mouth.

That sound.

It drove him crazy.

He pulled away just for a second, catching his breath, his forehead resting against yours.

"Fuck," he whispered. His eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something desperate. "I can’t get enough of you."

You shivered, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. Jeno inhaled sharply as your nails traced over the toned muscles of his abdomen.

"Jeno," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

He groaned, dipping his head to your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You sucked in a breath, hands tightening around his shoulders. "Jeno…"

He groaned at the way you said his name, like it was a plea, like you needed him.

His lips trailed lower, tongue flicking against your pulse before he sucked lightly on your skin.

You gasped.

Jeno stilled for a second before smirking against your neck. "So this is the spot, huh?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Before you could respond, he latched onto the sensitive area just below your ear, sucking harder this time.

Your body arched instinctively, a whimper escaping your lips.

Jeno cursed under his breath, his grip on you tightening as he soothed the mark with his tongue before going back for more.

Your hands tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned, nipping at your skin before sucking even deeper, determined to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade so easily.

His hands moved again, sliding under your shirt, fingertips skimming over your waist. He traced the curve of your back, pressing you closer, until there was no space left between you.

Your body responded instantly, legs parting slightly to make room for him as his hands gripped your thighs again, kneading them before slowly trailing upward.

You gasped against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Jeno—"

He swallowed your words with another deep kiss, tilting his head to get even closer, his tongue brushing against yours in slow, deliberate strokes.

His hands wandered, exploring, feeling. He wanted to memorize every dip, every curve of your body.

You were intoxicating.

He pulled away, chest rising and falling heavily, his forehead resting against yours. His hands remained on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as if grounding himself.

The room was silent except for your uneven breaths.

Jeno licked his lips, his eyes still dark with lust. But beneath it all, there was something else. Something deeper.

"Tell me you’re mine," he whispered, voice raw.

You swallowed, eyes locked onto his.

"I’m yours, Jeno," you whispered.

That was all he needed to hear.

He kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring every unspoken emotion into it. This was all he needed. Jiwoo. You. His everything. Maybe he too deserved love. To be cherished.

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an: we're finally done with 'Fatherhood'. should I make an epilogue?

[deathbyday]

˚ 𖥔˚Anya x implied f!Reader - sticking up for her˚ 𖥔˚

Written By: DeathByDay

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You sat around the lounge room’s table with the rest of the crew. Anya sat to your left, her hands intertwined with yours on her thigh. Swansea was just right across from you, Daisuke beside him. Curly and Jimmy sat on the ends of the table, staring at each other.

You all had just gotten word from Curly that Pony Express has finally shut down and this would be the last time the crew was together. Everyone became upset at the news, rightfully so, but Jimmy was angry.

He ranted about how Curly was selfish and heading for “bigger and better” than the five of you. You raised a brow, realizing how idiotic this fight between the two became.

You weren’t going to say anything about it, but that backfired when Jimmy began going around the table stating everyone’s struggles. And of course, he just had to start with your girlfriend.

“Anya never got into medical school because she’s, well, let’s be real..” He trailed off, glancing at the poor girl. He turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

“Oh, fuck you, Jim!” You shouted, slamming your hands on the table and standing up. You pointed a finger towards him, continuing on. “You don’t have any right to go around the table saying that shit. What about you? Why don’t you share with all of us what Curly meant by a ‘struggle of a life’?”

You glared at the man, your eyes full of hatred. His brows furrowed even more as he stood up, his voice rising to match your energy.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to shout at me like that?” He yelled, his body acting like it was ready to pounce on you. “Don’t ignore my question!” You replied, voice raising. Everyone else stayed silent, watching the two of you argue.

That was until you eventually ran around Anya’s chair and slapped the brunette across the face, causing him to push you. You gripped his hair and slammed him into the ground with all your force, not thinking about how much more strength he had than you.

You two continued fighting, punches and kicks being thrown around. Daisuke had his hand clasped around his mouth in shock, looking like he was about to burst into tears and giggle like a kid.

Curly got up from his seat and shouted at the both of you in attempt to stop the fight, but failed miserably. As his attempted failed, Swansea stood up and grabbed you from underneath your arms and dragged you back, stopping the chaos.

“C’mon, kid!” He muttered a bit loudly, struggling as you fought back. Anya stood by the older man, a few tears in her eyes. As Swansea let you go, you were about to pounce on the brunette once again, but your girlfriend held you down by placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, stop!” She scolded, her grip tightening. You glanced up at the woman, obeying her order. You turned back towards Jimmy, seeing his face bruised up. You lightly chuckled, knowing that you fucked his face up.

Anya helped you up before dragging you away from everyone, walking to the medical room.

“Baby, I’m fine..” You muttered, dragging out your words as if you were pouting. She shook her head, concern written all over her face. “No, you aren’t. Your face is all bruised, not to mention the blood coming out of your nose.” She replied. She seemed mad, but her features told a different story.

After a few seconds of walking, you finally got to the medical room. You sat down in the red chair beside her desk, waiting for her to get the supplies to help you. She quickly grabbed them and set them down on the table.

She brung a few tissues that were wrapped around each other and pressed them against your nose, stopping the bleeding. You groan, feeling the red liquid drop onto your lip. “You shouldn’t have done that.” She mumbled, shaking her head in disappointment.

“But he came at you for no reason! I can’t just not step in.” You defend yourself, slightly giggling as you recall his bruised face. She sighed, taking the tissue away from your nose.

She then grabbed an ice pack, placing it against your cheek. You grumble, squirming in your seat at the new temperature. “Do you really think this is necessary? I swear, I’m fine.” You pout, feeling uncomfortable as she held you in place.

“This is necessary. If we don’t get this treated, the bruising can get worse.” She explained, gently tapping the ice around your face. You nod, taking a glance around the room as she did so.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, causing you to turn to her. “Did I do good?” You murmur, hoping for her praise. She fights back a smile and gives you a light chuckle. She places her hands on her hips before exhaling, the worry in her face gone.

“You did great, honey. Just please promise me you won’t pick a fight with anyone else? We really don’t need you getting fired.” She smiles down at you, bending over and giving you a light kiss on your forehead before leaving the room, taking the ice pack and extra tissue with her to deal with Jimmy.

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authors note

I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you were expecting, my eyes are literally fighting to stay open💔

But thank you for the request!! I appreciate it very much<3

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

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“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

[quantum1mmortality]

Im so glad you're writing for Curly bc I'm so obsessed with him rn!! May I suggest (if you haven't done them already) some soft/fluffy post burn hcs? Like finally seing him again after a long drive to the hospital, mentally preparing yourself for what he might look like. Curly being so afraid about how you'd react, and just breaking down when you let out an "oh, Curly :(" and softly place a hand on his cheek, so worried that you might hurt him by accident that it's hardly even a touch at all. Curly leaning his cheek into your palm, having been so scared to see you and now so desperate for your touch.

Life returning to a new normal after a while, prosthetics and PT, skin grafts, so on. Lying in bed with him and being so relived and happy when he gets a spark of mischief like he used to and tries to tickle or play wrestle with you. Him quietly asking questions when the laughter dies down. if you missed his lips, or the blond hair you loved so much that now hardly grew at all. Reassuring him that it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he could and could not do anymore. He's still your curly.

Sorry this turned out so long 😭 I can't get him out of my head!

I LOVE what you wrote 🙏🙏 I'll be going off of these, taking bits and pieces of your hcs and then putting them in here. Overall just gonna be fluffy post crash Curly hcs :)

Of topic, but the way some people in this fandom treat post crash curly makes me nauseous. Finding out that some of you wouldn't treat him like I would makes me wanna cry. Maybe I'm too empathetic or maybe I'm a baby back bitch, either way, I'd care for this man so much. Y'all don't understand how much I love him.

Tw/cw; none!! One curse word but that's literally it (I think)

Not proofread

Extremely sensitive to touch for the first few weeks. I feel as though curly would be in incredible pain, but would try his best to keep your hands touching his cheeks, face, body in general. He'd even go as far as to whimper at how bad it hurt, yet still enduring it because he needed to know you still loved him.

He'd be so happy to see you anytime you were around. Just like pre crash, but it was more special. It got to the point where you would take off work for weeks at a time just to be with him, just so you could see him happy.

After the first two months of agonizing pain, you'd start touching him more. Not sexual, obviously, but just getting more physically affectionate. You'd be able to hug and kiss him goodbye, and hold on to his arm as you talked with him.

Speaking of talking, he wouldn't be able to, so you would talk for him. Basically telling him something, then answering any questions he may or may not have. You've known him long enough, you know how he'd react and question things, so it was practically a no brainer for you.

Now that he doesn't feel as much pain as he used to from your touches, you'd begin sleeping with him. NOT SEXUAL!!! Just cuddling up next to him in the hospital bed, laying your head on his shoulders and kissing him goodnight. Just like how you used to.

Eventually he'd start getting prosthetics, and aside from the physical therapy he's usually getting, you'd bring board games and playing cards so he could learn to use his new hands while still spending time with you.

Curly used to kick your ass in uno and honestly he still does. The trembling in his hands would slowly go away over time, and you were helping him with that much more than his physical therapist was; because at least he wanted to actually be around you.

After months and months, he'd finally be ready to take home. New prosthetics and a bunch of skin graft surgeries later, he's in good condition again. Not perfect in his eyes, but it is in yours.

He wouldn't be able to work, but Pony Express sends him checks as if he was. He gets enough from them, you could quit your job, but you don't want to be dependent on them. So you keep working.

Getting home from work is your favorite part of the day, having Curly be so happy to see you makes everything so worth it.

Your home life goes back to normal with a few exceptions, but nothing too drastic. Curly being in a wheelchair and still not being able to speak, but it's nothing you can't handle. You love him, you're willing to make sacrifices. He'd do the same for you, and you know that.

Bonus content; if you guys were married before the crash, once he got his prosthetic hands, he'd have you help him make a little beaded necklace for his ring to go on; that way he could still wear it :) he'd never take the necklace off once it's done

A/N; I've been pretty busy recently so sorry for the delay on requests; I have a lot of ideas for them though so hopefully they'll be out soon

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Could i request a platonic shy reader the gang just basically adopts? Her home life is rough so she basically stays on the curtis couch. Darry made her really nervous at first but she realizes he's just a big sweetheart and is very soft with her when she comes over with a fever just not feeling well? All the gang pitching in to help her feel better?

Summary: you're sick and the gang tries to help you feel better

Warnings: none

Authors note: none

Every second that passed only made your body ache more. You were stuck in a tug of war between pain and uncomfortableness, the fever that you have putting pressure on you that made you weak frame shake. You were currently laying on the couch in the Curtis brothers house swaddled in blankets provided by Darry.

Darry would often peek his head in to check up on you, giving you a fresh damp towel and adjusting your blankets gingerly. You would always instinctively curl up towards him, even though he used to scare you out of your wits you'd grown to love him like a teddy bear.

Pony and Soda walked in, kneeling by your makeshift bed.

"Your mom called, she wants you home," Pony whispered. You shut your eyes and sighed before shaking your head.

"I don't want'a" you mumbled, pulling the blankets over your head and knocking of the paper towel. Soda pulled the blanket down slightly and reapplied the compress.

"We know, Y/n" he said, soothingly. Suddenly the door cracked open slightly, you squeezed the blankets in fear, thinking it wad your family here to come pick you up, however the rest of the gang stumbled in.

"Look who I found drinking outside," Steve said, pointing at Dally, Johnny and Two Bit boisterously before immediately quieting down when seeing you.

"Woah, what's happening here?" Johnny asked, his voice as quiet as a mouse like he was trying not to disturb people.

"Y/n's got a pretty nasty fever," Darry said sternly, closing the door to stop the light from hurting your sensitive eyes.

"Awww, poor baby," Two Bit cooed obnoxiously before settling down on the floor near the couch.

"How ya feeling kid?" Dally asked, handing you a cigarette.

Darry smacked it out of his hands, "That will probably make it worse," he scored Dally but he just shrugged and kicked his feet up.

"Steve, what was that tea you made me when I was sick. Your mom's recipe or something. It worked wonders for me, make it for them," Soda observed and Steve nodded.

"Alright, who wants to come to the store with me," Steve said, pulling out a wad of cash and counting his bills.

"I'll go, I need to get soup for Y/n," Darry said, grabbing the keys to his worn truck.

"And I'm gonna go get a couple more beers," Dally said smugly, getting up and stretching before heading out the door.

"And I'm going to take all of Dallys beers," Two Bit joked and followed him out. Soda, Steve and Darry followed.

The door closed and silence enveloped you.

"Finally, they're gone." Pony said, sitting next to you with a thick book. Johnny sat next to him.

"What're readin'?" You mumbled trying to catch a glimpse of the title.

"Gone with the wind, want me to read it outloud?" He asked.

You nodded eagerly and Johnny hummed a noise of approval too.

"Alright, just promise that you'll sleep after this chapter," he said, you huffed but smiled as Pony started reading.

[sparklingcid3r]

I promised a rumble rundown, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Let’s go🙏 also here's the yt vid i used lol

0:14-0:17

Paul says, “Hello, Darrel. Long time, no see” and then immediately starts checking him out with that upside down smile, ik what u think abt 👁️👁️

0:24-0:27

“I’ll take you” yeah Paul I’m sure u will 🙄 Darry’s cold af w the staredown tho, it’s unfortunate that Pony and Soda have do a full head turn to look at each other like “IKKK he ain’t j said that”

0:27-0:31

DALLAS MY GLORIOUS KING ARRIVES,, shirtless??? And the crowd goes mild‼️ Pony also gets popped in the face and down he goes, it was so good that he was here for just a little bit, everyone say bye now bc the next time he shows up in the fight u won’t even know it’s him I’m deadass

0:48-0:55

Soda is ripping into this guy right, my baby’s a champion!! And then gets up and kinda… walks past Steve getting his ass beat lmao. He even puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder to steady himself as he goes by😭

He just misses the mean double gut punch Steve tanks like the unit he is, because Steve GRABS THIS MAN’S PUNCH and RIPS one across his face, it was beautiful. Masterclass in the ring I’m afraid

0:56-0:58

Okay. I need to give yall the play by play for this single two-second sequence because it was genuinely the greatest clip of cinema I’ve ever seen in my life.

Paul’s got Darry out of frame and he’s confident, dare I say cocky. He’s doing the universal hand signals for “Cmon, hit me bro.”

And I’m gonna say this next part softly. Lean in and listen to me:

When I tell u that Darry clocks Paul in the face, I don’t mean he just clocks Paul in the face. Darry rises like a phoenix from the ashes and swings so hard that everyone around him can feel the aftershocks. Paul has just experienced the equivalent of a steel boxing glove to the dome. Teeth are flying. Paul will have no recollection of this moment for the rest of his life. Take a look at this.

Alr now we back up because YOU CAN SEEEE THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION. This man starts BAILING. The minute Darry spins back, Paul’s got bug eyes, all “Hold up. Wait a minute. He really ‘bout to clock my shit.” He did not want that smoke NEARLY as much as he thought he did, and ykw? I don’t blame him 🤷‍♀️ 

Letting yall know that I had to go back and slow down the playback speed so that I could bask in the glory that is Darrel Curtis’s behemoth of a punch. Geologists are losing their minds wondering how volcanoes are erupting and mountains are shifting, unaware of what just happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

1:00-1:03

Dally bitch slapping a dude is a great way to kick off the one-minute mark, and a good kick to the ribs just for funsies ig. U go girl🫶

1:04-1:07

Hottest Two-Bit has ever looked sorry

1:19-1:21

Alr Dally is literally picking people up and WWE rocking their shit as he slams them to the ground. That kid was dropped neck first. How did Pony not have to write a sequel.

1:22-1:24

Just an entire sequence dedicated to Soda mewing even as he gets bitched in the face. It’s alr tho, he got his get back

1:47-1:49

Istg I’m not tripping, u listen and u can hear Pony screaming for Darry yall I thought this was supposed to be a good time, I’m actually sobbing

1:55-2:01

STEVE CLUTCHES UP??? DEADASSSS that was the CLEANEST three-shot KO I’ve ever seen, then he body flips the guy behind him??? I WASN’T FAMILIAR W UR GAME, RANDLE 🙏

2:09-2:15

The Socs are kind of getting ready to retreat at this point but rq we gotta check in on the exes, Paul’s getting clowned on again lmfao.

This man tried to kick Darry, then when Darry’s got his foot and is getting ready to spin him like that pigskin, he’s PULLING on Darry’s HAIR??? Man, just leave 😭 ur cooked. And the last time we see him, he’s CRAWLING AWAY😭😭 at least STAND UP

2:24-2:27

Pony’s getting washed in a 6v1 it ain’t his fault this time, bless up. Luckily my goat Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. pulls up and literally starts throwing bodies. Absolutely spectacular that I get to live in the same lifetime as this movie.

2:30-2:32

Darry’s asking, “Ponyboy, you okay?” and some NOBODY tries to grab Darry’s shoulders. Who do u think u are???

3:35-3:45

Greasers get the W👏

So in conclusion I think we can all agree that if u are locked in an iso with Darry, just offer up ur cheek and get it over w. Ur not getting the dub. Roll down ur sleeves and go home, ur benched.

Sorry this is messy af, I'm just having fun rn LMFAO

[juviabrainrot]

LET'S GO TO THE FAIR !

PAIRINGS ... d.kaminari, h.sero, e.kirishima x fem!reader

a/n: it's fair season! (at least where i live) and i got the idea to do this. also we're not gonna talk about my tiktok ban crashout but that shit was literally 14 hours i am so dramatic idc. this also isn't proof read (again!!! are we surprised) ALSO ignore how sero's is probably longer than the rest of them bc idk he's bae and needs that extra little ramble

requests are open!

d. kaminari

ik damn well this man is trying to do all the fair games and loses at nearly all of them

and yes, he did win one game at the very least! (it was the one where you have to squirt water into the whole)

for his prize, he got a minion plushie and was mad because when you guys had previously passed, there was a pikachu plushie but it was gone by the time you came back

he only wanted it so he could give it to you since it was "basically his twin", but it's ok because minions are TOTALLY better!! (imo, fight me idc)

you both decided to go on the zipper and halfway through the line, he started getting scared because of the plethora of screams

with lots of reassurance, you two got on there and it was... something!

he screamed like a baby and started crying for his mom at one point

"I'm too young and handsome for my death to happen like this!"

after, he acted nonchalant and like he wasn't just bawling his eyes out

for some reason, he really wanted to go on zero gravity and pretended to climb the walls to take a pic and send it to sero

"wait catch my good side I want to look mysterious"

h. sero

definitely snuck his penjamin in

his plan was to go to the fair 2 days: - day 1: get high af and eat literally every food, play games, and go to the petting zoo - day 2: ride all the rides

literally the first thing he did was go to the corn dog stand and tore up an XL corn dog

next, he attacked a turkey leg and got the juices all over his mouth

did he know? no. did you let him walk around with them decorating his mouth for a while? yes

he was starting to get a little stuffed so he got himself a fresh squeezed lemonade to share and you both walked around the fair grounds

you walked past the basketball stand and he was convinced that he could shoot the hoop with perfection, but ended up bashing the ball into the front of the hoop and it came back and hit him

he gave up and pouted a little so he decided he wanted to pet some goats in the petting zoo

was about to cry when he saw the miniature ponies because he wanted to take one home

made sure no one was around, whipped out his pen and asked the horse if he wanted a hit

before you were about to leave, he decided he wanted to split a funnel cake with you but could only eat four bites before he gave up and left the rest to you

on day two, he bought the unlimited pass for you both and wanted to go crazy on all the rides

the first ride you went on was the thunderbolt and you accidentally crushed him because of how fast it was going + literal air force

forced you to go on the pendulum ride 4 times and the fireball 3 times

went into the fun house and pretended to be a hamster on a hamster wheel in the spinning tunnel, and accidentally kicked a kid that was trying to get in

e. kirishima

like denki, he was also trying to do all the carnival games, but there's one difference - he was actually getting prizes

his favorite game was the hammer and bell one since it showed off how strong he was

started winning so many prizes for you that you had to give some to little kids because you physically couldn't hold them all

you both walked through all the crazy popup shops and got weird/cringe matching shirts ( I am so sexy that even life gets hard / I am life)

he also ate a chicken leg and held his face out with a smile for you to wipe it clean

held your hand the whole time as you walked around and you became one of those cringe couples in the lines even after you swore you wouldn't

he wanted to go on quite literally every ride, even the kiddie rides

his favorite ride was definitely the fireball and rode it 5 times

took loads of pics in the photo booth and put one of the strips in the back of his phone case

ended the night with a romantic ride on the ferris wheel and took tons of pictures to post, some of them you didn't even know he took

©juviabrainrot - please do not copy/repost any of my work on any platform <3

[multifariousqueer]

Hey idk if your request are still open but here goes nothing- I deadass need some smut rn with like mean dom miles morales (earth 1610) if that makes you comfortable, if not thanks for responding anyways :)

Thank you!! ★

Ofc babes! Tumblr is on my nuts rn with smut but I got you babes

A/n: I highkey don’t see Miles being a mean Dom unless he’s angry but if you need it, imma supply it

Warnings: $mut obvi, light sp@nking, praise and degradation, nicknames,Implied consent, light ch0king, miles being mean, teasing, d1ck sucking, br33d1n6, lmk if I missed some

It was another long night for Miles; this Dalmatian guy was harder to catch than he thought and now he is pissed because he got jumped by some spider people who he though were good but they ended up nearly killing him. He is moreso pissed that Gwen betrayed him for people she barely knew. In Miles’ mind, everyone was against him and hated him so he got even more mad.

He opened the window to your apartment and kicked stuff around while ripping his suit and his web shooters off. “Fucking, Gwen. Man fuck these spider-people fr. None of them are good guys” Miles cursed as he was taking his stuff off

“Miles?” you questioned

“What, y/n? This shit better be good.” Miles replied

“Que paso, amor?” you questioned as you slipped a hand on his back that he quickly shrugged off

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. I just got my ass kicked by people that looked just like me but thanks for asking” Miles said sarcastically

“I-I’m sorry, Miles? Is there anything I could do for you?” You asked

“Yeah, get on your knees.” he said

“what?” you questioned

“Did you suddenly become deaf in the past 30 seconds I’ve been speaking to you?” Miles said

“...miles, I-“ you said

“You asked if you could do anything for me, right?” Miles said

“yeah but-“ you started

“what’s the problem? I fucking ask you to do something useful for once in your life but you can’t even do that?” Miles shouted

“I-I’m sorry” you said, getting on your knees

“Man matter of fact, take that shit off” Miles said with a slight grimace on his face

You did as you were told and he grabbed your head and pushed it down on him. Your eyes teared up as your throat adjusted to his sheer size. He grabbed your hair in a high pony tail as he fucked your throat. His rapid movements and grunts soon became sloppy as he released into your mouth with a loud groan.

You looked up at him as he panted and collected himself, you showed him the cum on your tongue:

“swallow it, mami"

You did as you were told and smiled at him:

“are you satisfied baby?” you cooed

“nah, not really” he said

Puzzled, you gave him a confused look before he picked you up and placed you on the mattress. Your ass facing him as you were on all fours. You craved this moment of when he would finally lay a finger on(or in) you and satisfy your leaking holes; however, Miles had slightly more sinister plans.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked

“You’ll see, mama.” he said

Suddenly, you felt his head trace up and down your slit; starting from your clit and ending where you needed him the most. You let out little whimpers while he was doing this and he teased your hole by pushing the tip in and rubbing small circles around your clit.

“Miles please, I need you” you breathed

“Mmmm I need this hole but you don’t see me complaining” Miles chuckled, even in the most intimate of times, he still managed to crack a few jokes

You would’ve enjoyed his quip had it not been for the fact that you were so incredibly needy for him. You felt yourself drip again as tears stung your waterline and your body began to tremble in desperation.

“Shit you’re soaking. You wanna cum? You want me to touch you? Say it Mami, tell Papi what you want him to do to your needy cunt” Miles taunted against your ear. Miles landed a harsh smack to your ass before palming it. Miles was usually bold in the bedroom but never like this

“Ummm I-I need you to fuck me, please.” you said sheepishly

“Speak up, princesa” Miles smirked

“Fuck my needy holes please Papi. I need your cum in me so bad, fuck me like the slut I am for you” you confessed, hanging your head in shame

That was all you had to say. Miles pushed himself deep within your walls which earned a yelp from you due to the sudden feeling of pleasure mixed with pain. His hips snapping at an impossible speed as the room filled with sounds of your escapade were enough to make you nearly pass out. Fortunately, Miles snaked a hand around your waist to support you(and to feel himself inside of you) as he continued snapping his hips. Your vision became clouded as you felt all of your senses fade away one by one as you approached your high, it seemed no one else existed besides you two as he whispered sweet nothings to you:

“Mmmmm you’re so good Fuck I wanna cum inside of you so bad, mami. You’re so fucking tight, so soft, I can’t take it, aghh” Miles started before his movements suddenly stilled and you felt his hot cum paint your walls. Before you knew it, your high had come crashing down on you, rendering you practically dead weight as you collapsed with moans and cries

“Mmmmm Miles” you moaned after your high

As you went to lay next to your man, he picked you up so you were straddling him and he sat you at the end of your shared bed.

“I aint done yet, ma"

You attempted to mentally prepare yourself but it was too late as Miles was already picking you up and putting you down on his cock. His hips bucking into you as you watched him use your body like a toy until he was finally satisfied.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

gone like him

@sparklingcid3r got me in my feelings about Darry's feelings after Dally's death so I wrote a fic about it <3

Darry didn’t usually have nightmares. He slept fitfully after their parents died and barely slept at all while Ponyboy was missing. But he never had nightmares. And then he watched Dallas Winston be gunned down just feet in front of him. 

Darry had seen so much violence in his life. Being a greaser made sure of that. He’d seen broken bones and faces so beaten he couldn’t recognize them. None of it even compared to watching Dally’s body jerk as bullets riddled his chest. 

The cops had turned to the five of them and for a split second, Darry was certain that they would open fire on them and there was nothing he could do to protect what remained of his gang, his brothers. 

But they hadn’t. 

Darry’s dreams weren’t as merciful. 

In his nightmares, he watched his boys be shot. He saw Steve lying on the ground, a pool of blood haloing his head. He saw Two-Bit leaning against the curb, trying in vain to stop the blood seeping from his stomach. He saw Soda with bullet wounds in his chest, but alive enough to sob and scream as he cradled Ponyboy’s lifeless body. 

Two-Bit and Soda looked at Darry. Their eyes were filled with fear. “Darry-” Soda gasped through a sob. His eyes lifted above Darry’s eyes. 

With a trembling hand, Darry reached up and felt a bullet hole in his forehead, hot blood weeping down his nose. 

Darry jerked up with a gasp, drenched in sweat. It took him a moment to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. Darry dragged a hand down his face. That nightmare had been plaguing him for the better part of two weeks. Every few days he would wake up with a gasp, the image of his gang full of bullets lingering in his mind.

At this point, he knew there was only one way to get back to sleep. He threw his blankets off and padded into the hallway. Soda and Pony’s bedroom door was cracked open so he nudged it open. 

The two boys were sprawled out, legs thrown everywhere in ways that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. Soda was snoring. God, he loved them so much. In the moonlight, he could see Pony’s eyes blink open and find him in the doorway.

“Darry?” He asked, lifting himself onto his elbow. 

“Hey, Pone,” Darry sat down on the edge of the bed next to his baby brother. He reached out and pulled the blanket up around Pony’s shoulders as he laid back down. “Just checkin’ on y’all.” 

“Nightmare?” 

“Yeah.” Darry gave up lying about it a few days ago. All three of them were struggling after losing Dally and Johnny, it didn’t help Soda or Pony if he was hiding how he was feeling. “Just needed to make sure you’re okay.”

“Soda keeps kickin’ me,” Pony mumbled. Darry chuckled. Then Pony met Darry’s eyes sincerely. “Are you okay?”

Darry nodded, “Go back to sleep.” Pony snuggled back down into his blankets, making Darry hold back a laugh as he kicked Soda’s legs off of him. Darry just sat there for a few more moments. He watched Soda and Pony’s chests rise and fall evenly and listened to Soda’s snoring. Whatever tension was left from his nightmare dissipated with each passing moment. 

When he finally was able to pull himself from his brothers, he padded into the kitchen for a glass of water. As he extended the cup under the faucet, Darry noticed his hand trembling something awful. 

With the glass barely filled, he set it to the side and leaned over the sink. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced deep breaths. But with closed eyes, all he could see was Soda and Pony, lying in their bed, the sheets stained with blood. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. He turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face. He was going fucking crazy, he was losing his mind. He just saw the two of them in bed, he knew they were safe and unharmed. But his racing heart didn’t trust that.

“Darry?” 

He turned around to see his brothers standing in the doorway. They were both bleary eyed, but were looking at him with concern. Fuck. 

He turned back to the sink and looked down at the water slipping into the drain. “Go back to bed, y’all.” Darry’s hands were clenched on the edge of the counter top, knuckles white. “It’s late.”

“We know,” Soda’s voice was so fucking gentle, as though he was afraid of spooking Darry. He felt his brother’s hand on his back.

“Pone, you didn’t need to wake him up,” Darry told them, still not looking up.  “I told you I was okay.”

“No, you didn’t,” the smartass said. “You just told me to go back to sleep.” Darry felt Ponyboy nudge up against him, but he couldn’t bear to look at him. There were tears in his eyes, he couldn’t let his brothers see. 

Of course, Soda didn’t like that one bit. He pulled on Darry’s shoulder and turned him around. Darry found his brothers looking up at him with those damn puppy eyes. Soda hugged him tight around the middle, Ponyboy quickly following suit. 

There were a lot of things Darry liked about being big, but the best one by far was his ability to hold both his brothers at once. Tears slipped from his eyes. 

“You’re okay,” Ponyboy murmured, mimicking Soda’s usual words of comfort. 

After a long, long moment, Darry pulled back and looked at the two of them. “The same dream?” Soda asked. 

Darry leaned back on the counter and took a drink from his forgotten glass of water. “Yeah.” He’d confessed the contents of the dream when Soda had woken up to find Darry sleeping on the floor of their bedroom. “But like I said, I’m-”

“You’re not fine,” Pony said sharply. For the first time that night, Darry really looked at his little brother. There was more than just worry, there was fear. His lip trembled ever so slightly and then he repeated quietly, “You’re not fine and I’m sick of you pretending that you are. None of us are fine, Darry.”

Soda squeezed Pony’s shoulder in reassurance, “He’s right.” Darry moved to drag a hand down his face, but Soda caught his hand and put it to his chest, right where the bullet holes were in his dream. “We’re not fine, but we’re together and we’re here. And we’ve got nothing if we can’t lean on each other.”

Under his palm, Darry could feel Soda breathing. He could feel his brother’s blood flowing through his veins. And he let out a long breath. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry.” Tears brimmed in his eyes, he reached out and put a hand on Pony’s chest as well. Pony gripped his wrist, holding his arm in place. “If I were to lose either of you, I-” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale. He hated the waver in his voice. 

“It’s my worst nightmare,” Pony said softly. He glanced between Soda and Darry shyly. “The-the worst dreams I have are about losing either of you, both of you.”

Darry pulled Ponyboy into an embrace. He didn’t know how to be comforted, but he had learned how to comfort his brothers, that he could do. So he kissed Ponyboy’s head, “We ain’t going nowhere.”

“Damn right,” Soda agreed, but he was looking at Darry, not Pony. 

Darry swallowed thickly, “I love you both, so goddamn much.” 

“Enough to go back to sleep?” Soda teased, poking Darry. 

Darry chuckled and ran a hand over Pony’s head absentmindedly. “Yeah, alright. You two get back to bed, I just need some air.”

“No.” Soda grabbed Darry’s bicep and Ponyboy’s hand. 

The two of them pulled Darry into their bedroom and bullied him onto the bed. They each curled up on one of his sides before he could even try to sit up. The three of them barely fit in the bed together, but none of them cared. 

Darry could feel Pony’s breath on his arm. The pulse point on Soda’s wrist was pressed to Darry’s hand, there was no doubt it was intentional. Even though he was already sweating with the two of them in bed and that Pony and Soda definitely needed to clean their room, Darry got the best night sleep he’d had in weeks.

[pumpkinsy0]

I think I'm sick cause I am EXHAUSTED and my heart feels like it's gonna fucking beat out of my chest SO 🪄🪄🪄 pls hcs and make pony sick and feel like this too because if I feel sick he has to too

wishing u a swift recovery anon🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

•pony hates getting sick bc the gang wont shut up w the “u doin ok”, like at some point its sweet but its every 5 minutes of the same question it gets exhausting so he just replies in a grunt

•usually pony WOULD love sodas cuddles, but not when hes this sick, its just overstimulating as hell stop touching him dude hes hot as hell😭😭

•theres always someone in charge of spoon feeding pony and ONE time it was curly but curly kept fucking around, chewing the food and acting like a mama bird w her babies about to spit it in ponys mouth. soda heard it from the other room and kicked curly out cause ur not about to play rn.

•ponys not gonna eat chocolate cake when hes sick, he specifically requests bacon w syrup for breakfast, in general he turns into a huge carnivore and deeply craves orange juice all times of the day

•worst thing pony can have while hes sick is itchy eyes bc the curtis house NEVER has eyedrops. god forbid its ALLERGIES hes fighting for his life and multiple ppl think he just has pink eye or something and he has to go home early

•hes already a pretty pale guy (despite being in the sun???? a lot???? its odd) so when hes sick he looks paper white pale, the gang jokes if this was the 1800s tuberculosis woulda made him transparent

•yes soda gives the best massages, but yknow when ur bodys just sore but it hurting while massaging it feels realllyyyyy good??? thats the only time he would even ASK darry for massages, it hurts so good dude. darry makes sure hes careful w bc ponys sick, dont worry

•between the medication and ponys tiredness, sometimes he cant tell whats real and whats not, sometimes he feels like he imagines the interactions he has bc look, they arent WILD, but he felt like he was in a dream state. DID curly actually sneak in through the window to see how he was doin??? DID he dream of steve putting a wet rag on his forehead????

•SPEAKING OF STEVE, there was a time he walked in the room seeing pony was sick as hell and he had the biggest smile of his face, pony has never been as off put from steve as in that moment, what the hell was he smiling so hard about, check his pockets yall he hidin somethin🗣️🗣️

•pony being sick reminds me of shinji sitting in that chair i just wanna let that out, thats how bad ponys fighting for his life

•johnny lowkey has a weak stomach, he can support pony through a lot, throwing up aint one of em and pony gets that, johnny’ll just come back another time

[fantasynmicrochips]

Outsiders headcanons that just make sense (to me)

(First post oop anyways. TW ⚠️ for discussion of drugs, alcohol, and addiction)

All the boys really liking Dolly Parton and Bobbie Gentry (Soda enjoys them the most tho)

RIP JOHNNY CADE YOU WOULD’VE LOVED NORMA TANEGA

Pony leaves Oklahoma after college and only comes back for holidays

Had Johnny lived, he would’ve gotten a new look on life and wanted to work with kids like himself (rip Johnny Cade part two you would’ve loved to hate on CPS "standards")

Now had DALLY lived, he would’ve ended up in prison or on the streets selling drugs (probably both)

Steve starts going over to Two-Bit’s when his dad kicks him out because Two misses when Johnny would sleep over

Two-Bit drinks much more after Johnny and Dally pass away and possibly tests it with hard drugs in the 70s to deal with his pain

Cough cough Sandy’s baby being Dally’s

Marcia and Two-Bit have a secret relationship for years until Marcia’s parents find out and disown her 

Pony not getting married or having children but being the coolest uncle ever (he doesn’t visit often but he calls every other week)

Steve and Soda opening a mechanic shop together at some point in the future. Or Soda working at a stable again. I rlly like both

Cherry and Marcia becoming nurses in adulthood and ALWAYS gossiping about the annoying/mean patients

(I apologize for the severe lack of Darry btw I promise I’ll think of some eventually)

[ranx0]

A conversation with young soda about his apparent interest in other boys, + What I imagine would happen between Mr and Ms Curtis abt soda and Steve’s unusually close relationship as best friends (cause by the former):

2nd - 5th grade

Soda’s parents start to worry about him when he starts elementary school. Nothing in particular stands out too much, but it’s a lot of little things that start to add up when you know someone as well as his parents know him.

First there’s the slight blush and large burst of excitement that follows after one of his parents spot him saying goodbye to Steve at parent pick up.

Steve, as they have just found out, is one of Soda’s new friends. But, like all his many other friends, they’re sure he’s just one of the boys he immediately picked up and decided ‘mine’ when claiming friends. They never would have expected Steve becoming such an integral part of their son’s life.

They don’t think anything of the blush though, Soda’s face could just be cold from the outdoors, or they could have been rushing to get outside.

What gets them thinking though, is how Soda insists ‘everyone’s pretty in their own way.’ The little boy, now a year older, insists everyone is pretty. From the girl across the street to Steve. Steve, there he is again. That name brought up. They try asking him why he thought Steve, another boy, was pretty but all Soda said was he couldn’t see why he wouldn’t be.

The couple just assumed he couldn’t find the words for ‘conventionally attractive’, not that a six or seven year old would have that vocabulary.

In fifth grade is when his parents are firmly locked in on the idea that something is up with Soda. Not that it’s bad, it’s just they don’t want their baby in danger.

Soda was in the living room watching the TV with Darry when he turns his head around to look at his mom, and in the most innocent and curious tone he points to the TV and says, “Mama, why does the boy have to be with the girl?”

Mrs. Curtis gave no answer. Just an “I don’t know honey, that’s just how the story was written.”

-

8th Grade

“Honey,” Mrs. Curtis turns to her husband, deep in thought. She was cooking dinner for her boys. Darry was at football practice and Pony at track, Soda had just been dropped off at Steve’s house. They were going to go on a double date with some girls they met, or so Soda claims. That’s what brought up Mrs. Curtis’s upcoming question.

“Yes?” Mr. Curtis looks up from the daily paper, humming at his wife. Nothing interesting to pay attention to report on the paper anyway, he doesn’t really care for all that war stuff anyhow.

“Steve’s quite close with Soda, isn’t he?” She questioned slightly, not that she had any problem with him. Quite the opposite actually. She loved the boy, maybe it was just the maternal instinct in her but every time he came over bruised or kicked out, she couldn’t look at the fourteen-year-old without her heart crumbling. She just felt so bad.

“Sure he is,” Mr. Curtis shrugged, folding up the paper as he watched Mrs. Curtis turn the stove up higher under the full pot of water. “What ‘bout it?” It wasn’t threatening, just curiosity.

“Well, I’ve just been noticing some things with him lately. Specifically how he treats Soda.”

‘Ah, so this came from a place of worry.’ Thought Mr. Curtis.

“You think Steve’s bullyin’ him or something?” Mr. Curtis couldn’t find any reason to question their friendship, they seemed the bestest of friends to him. Exactly how he and his boys acted when they were kids.

Mrs. Curtis shook her head, “no, no. It’s just that,” she paused trying to find the right wording. “They’re quite touchy.”

Mr. Curtis just laughed, shaking his head in confusion. “What?” He said with a slight chuckle to it that makes Mrs. Curtis feel slightly stupid, but she persists anyhow.

“They’re always together. One hand on each other at all times. Always practically on each other’s lap while on the couch together, arm around the other,” she took another moment to collect her thoughts. “It makes me wonder if what Soda said all those years ago might not just be a one off thing.”

Mr. Curtis looks at her skeptically, raising an untrusting eyebrow at her. “No, it’s just that—“ she tries to defend herself, “—I don’t have any problem with it, I don’t want him getting hurt, Darrel.”

Mr. Curtis sighed, running a hand down his face. “He’s gonna be fine, Lucy. Trust me, he’s got a date tonight, don’t he? He’ll be safe.”

“Alright.”

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Guess who's back. Back again. Shadys back. Tell a friend

Just cuz I feelin' emotional today, the epilogue crew holding their kids for the first time

Tee hee

(Absolutely !! Also feel better tell those emotions to stop lol

Josh levy-

Title: “Mission Log: I’m So Screwed”

Josh Levy had rehearsed this moment in his head a hundred times.

In theory, he’d walk into the delivery room cool, composed, possibly humming a movie soundtrack. He’d make a clever quip, maybe drop a tear or two, and then—boom. Girl dad. Credits roll. Applause.

In reality?

He was pacing like a malfunctioning Roomba, babbling Starfleet ranks under his breath, and seriously considering fainting before the nurse even called him in.

Nurse:

“She’s here. Want to come meet your daughter?”

Josh blinked.

Josh:

“Daughter. Right. Yes. Of course. That’s what I ordered. Standard-issue human infant.”

The nurse gave him a look.

Inside the room, there she was—wrapped up like a little burrito with a red face and a scrunchy, unimpressed expression that somehow already radiated judgment.

He froze in the doorway.

Josh:

“Oh my God, she already hates me. She knows I’m a poser.”

Partner (weakly):

“Josh. Come get her.”

The nurse placed the baby in his arms. He held her like she was a thermal detonator, stiff and terrified, elbows at full chicken-wing extension.

And then—

She blinked.

Her eyes (barely open) landed vaguely in his direction.

And something inside Josh short-circuited.

Josh (whispering):

“Oh. Oh no.”

He sank into the nearest chair, still staring.

Josh:

“I’m in trouble.”

He looked down at her, completely dumbstruck, mouth wobbling into a dumb smile he couldn’t suppress if he tried.

Josh:

“You’re… you’re the most beautiful alien I’ve ever seen.”

She flailed an arm. He made a squeaky sound not meant for adult males.

Josh:

“Yup. That’s it. It’s over. I’m toast. You want a pony? I’ll build one. You want to name your goldfish Captain Meatball? I’ll embroider it on a shirt. You want to crush my heart into play-doh with a crayon drawing of us holding hands? Go ahead. You win.”

His partner blinked at him from the bed.

Partner:

“Did you just imprint like a baby duck?”

Josh (still staring):

“She has my nose. And a better hairline.”

He gently touched the edge of her hat with one finger.

Josh:

“I’ll vaporize anyone who makes you cry. Except me, but I’ll feel really bad about it.”

He looked up with wide eyes.

Josh:

“I don’t know how to be a dad.”

Partner:

“You’re already doing it.”

She squawked in his arms, tiny and furious. He bounced slightly, instinct kicking in, eyes wide with panic.

Josh (cooing):

“No no no—don’t cry. I’ll show you Wrath of Khan. You’ll love it. Wait, no, that’s the one where Spock—okay, maybe Voyager. Wait, what’s a baby-friendly Star Trek?”

He was spiraling. And yet—

He’d never been so sure of anything in his entire life.

---

Bill Dickey-

Title: “You’ve Gotta Be Kiddin’ Me”

Bill Dickey had seen a lot of weird crap in his life.

He’d been kicked out of more cons than he could count. He’d screamed himself hoarse over Boba Fett figures with bent antennas. He’d lived through the death of fandom, the rise of Funko Pops, and the slow, humiliating decline of his own metabolism.

But this?

This was insane.

“Alright, Dad,” the nurse said with a practiced smile. “Ready to hold her?”

Bill:

“I dunno, lady, is she ready to be held by a guy who once called a twelve-year-old a ‘casual’ for misquoting Thundarr the Barbarian?”

But then they handed her over.

And just like that, everything… paused.

She was small. Warm. Loud as hell. Pink in that fresh, freaky way babies are. And she had these scrunched little fists like she was already ready to fight the world.

Bill blinked.

Bill:

“…Oh, what the hell.”

He cleared his throat and adjusted his flannel around her, staring down like he was afraid she’d explode or melt or—worse—recognize he was full of crap.

She made a wet little grunt. Kicked her foot.

He grunted back instinctively.

Bill:

“Great. A kicker.”

The nurse hovered nearby, watching.

Bill didn’t look up. He just kept staring, his tone dropping a little.

Bill:

“You’re a loud one, huh? You’re gonna yell at me just like your mother. Or worse—you’re gonna ignore me. That’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna hate everything I like. You’re gonna roll your eyes at me when I say George Lucas should’ve been legally barred from making prequels. You’re gonna think I’m a cranky old fart, and you know what?”

She blinked. Let out a soft noise that sounded dangerously close to a sigh.

Bill’s face twitched into something almost like a smile.

Bill:

“I’m gonna love every goddamn second of it.”

He shifted her carefully, like she was a rare, misprinted comic issue.

Bill (grumbling):

“Just don’t start dating some jerk who wears a Deadpool shirt and calls himself a cinephile. I’ll throw him. I will physically remove that bastard from the planet. With my hands.”

His daughter sneezed.

Bill:

“Gesundheit. Christ, you’re already cuter than me. It’s gonna be a problem.”

He leaned back in the chair, exhaled through his nose, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear:

Bill:

“Alright, kid. You win. I’m in. You’re the only person alive allowed to touch my toys.”

And he meant it.

Even if she drooled on his flannel.

---

Pete DiNunzio-

Title: “Monsters, Meet Your Match”

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and panic.

Pete DiNunzio stood stiff near the window, arms crossed over his horror-themed tee and worn flannel jacket, pretending not to be sweating through both layers.

He hadn’t sat down once in two hours. He’d grunted, paced, snapped at the vending machine when it ate his dollar, and refused every offer of water like it was poisoned. He looked like he was waiting to be drafted into war.

Nurse:

“You ready to hold her, Dad?”

Pete blinked.

Pete:

“Yeah, I—uh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Gimme.”

But when they handed her over, he didn’t move at first. Just stared at this little pink thing bundled up like a cannoli, breathing soft, already frowning like she knew what kind of world she’d been born into.

And then she made a tiny grumble.

Like… a growl.

Pete (soft, stunned):

“She’s got lungs like a 57 year old smoker.”

He finally took her, arms awkward, callused fingers twitching like they weren’t sure where to go. His jacket creaked as he adjusted her closer to his chest.

She was so small. But warm. Real. Breathing.

He looked down.

And then… the whole world just slowed.

Pete:

“…Shit.”

The nurse raised a brow.

Nurse:

“Language.”

Pete (quietly):

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I just—look at her.”

His daughter made another tiny sound, halfway between a sigh and a squeak.

Pete exhaled slowly, a crooked smile forming, like he was seeing her as the final twist ending in a horror movie he thought he already understood.

Pete:

“She's got my nose. Poor kid.”

She flinched, and he instinctively bounced her a little—just like he used to rock back and forth waiting in line for midnight horror releases. Only this time, no ticket, no gore, no audience.

Just her.

Pete (half whispering):

“I watched The Thing when I was ten. Ate pasta during the chestburst scene. I thought I knew fear.”

He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers.

Pete:

“This? This is worse. Way worse.”

She blinked, scrunched her mouth, and he completely melted.

Pete:

“You ever break up with me, I’ll cry like a bitch. I’m tellin’ you now.”

He glanced toward the bed where her mom lay half-asleep.

Pete:

“She’s gonna own me. You know that, right? We’re gonna have matching horror shirts by kindergarten. I’m gonna bring her to Spirit Halloween and cry in the parking lot when she outgrows the kids’ section.”

He paused.

Pete (softly):

“She’s my final girl.”

She squirmed a little in his arms. He smirked, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

Pete:

“You don’t gotta be sweet. You can be loud. You can be weird. You can be a little scary. That’s in the bloodline. Just—don’t let nobody tell you you’re too much.”

He leaned down, kissed her forehead once, gently, like he was afraid she’d dissolve.

Pete:

“I got you, bambina. You and me? We’re gonna haunt this world together.”

---

Jerry stokes-

Title: “Wizard Level: Dad”

Jerry hadn’t slept in… a day? Maybe two? Time felt weird now. Like he was in a side quest he hadn’t prepared for—low on potions, high on panic, and somehow still underleveled.

He stood outside the hospital room, fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve. His fingers itched to grab a book, a dice bag, anything that made sense. But the nurse was coming now, arms full of something impossibly small and swaddled in soft yellow.

Nurse:

“She’s ready to meet her dad.”

He swallowed. Nodded like a man about to face a dragon with five HP left.

She placed the baby in his arms, and for one terrifying second, he froze.

She was warm. Heavy in the way that mattered. Her face was pink and slightly squashed, like a sleepy little gnome who'd just been born into the wrong realm.

Jerry (softly):

“…Hi.”

The word barely came out. His voice cracked like it did when he was a teenager.

She blinked. Not really at him—more through him, like she was still loading. Her fingers curled against his shirt.

He exhaled, slowly, like he’d been holding his breath since the beginning of time.

Jerry:

“You’re real. You’re, like… you’re actually here.”

She made a tiny noise. He grinned, goofy and dazed.

Jerry:

“You sound like a baby dragon. I love that for you.”

He adjusted his grip awkwardly, still terrified of breaking her, but more confident by the second.

Jerry:

“So listen, little miss Stokes. I’ve been prepping for this boss fight my whole life. I’ve read The Hobbit nine times. I know how to braid hair like an elf. I can identify every Labyrinth character by silhouette alone. You, my sweet chaotic neutral bard, are in good hands.”

He rocked her gently, shifting side to side in a rhythm he didn’t even realize he knew.

Jerry:

“I don’t have everything figured out. I’m not, like, the High Wizard of Parenting or anything. But I’ve got one hell of a party around me. And you? You’re the new protagonist.”

Her hand twitched. Jerry stared at it like it held the key to the universe.

Jerry:

“I’m gonna teach you everything. How to read the good books. How to paint minis. How to slay goblins and misogyny.”

A pause. Then, a tiny yawn from her.

Jerry:

“…Okay. Maybe not right now. You rest. I’ll… I’ll be here. Always.”

He looked down again, completely gone.

His daughter. His squishy little sidekick.

Level 1: Unstoppable Love.

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(I fucking love Josh and Pete they are such dorks

[alaskan-wallflower]

You sent me some hcs so now I’ll send you some in return ❤️🎞️

• sometimes the gang will have sleepovers where they’ll all sleep in the living room on the floor. They’ll drag out all the blankets and pillows from their room and just be in a puppy pile on the floor

• going off your hc of Darry being a daycare worker, one day he came home from work looking utterly green and Soda and Pony are like oh hell no this bitch brought a stomach bug home and of course they all get sick and it’s a miserable experience. It gets passed through everyone in the gang, no one is safe, and it’s all Steve and Soda’s fault because they can’t stay apart for too long without being bored so Steve tried to hang out w him while they were sick and got sick himself then everyone else got it too 😭

• in the summer they’ll all go to a lake to go swimming and Darry will pack everyone sandwiches and sodas and they’ll have a fun day in the water <3 he attempts to teach everyone how to swim but Soda and Steve are roughhousing, Two-Bit is scared of going where he can’t reach and is clinging to Darry (Darry literally has Two-Bit on his hip like a baby 😭), and Dally is getting a kick out of trying to wrestle Pony and Johnny at the same time 💀 they were doing chicken fights at one time like where you sit on someone’s shoulders but Steve was on Soda’s and Pony was on Two-Bit’s and Pony “accidentally” poked Steve in the eye so they had to stop

• Soda saved up for awhile and got Darry a really nice heating pad for his birthday that he could use on his back when he’s sore but Soda ends up using it more than him because he steals it every time he has a stomachache smh 🤦🏼‍♀️

• Darry LOVES gossip. You know who else does? Dally and Steve. Between the three of them, they know EVERYONE’S business in town. Dally knows a lot of people from the different gangs, Steve hears stuff at work, and so does Darry, especially stuff about the adults in town like teachers from school and peoples parents and stuff. The three of them will be sitting at the kitchen table with their chins in their hands just like “and THEN what happened?” they’re so nosy

• Two-Bit is super good with kids so maybe one day Darry helps him get a job at the daycare so he can finally start getting his life together and he LOVES it so much and is actually really good at it 🥺

• Johnny skips school allll the time literally just because like he’ll sleep over the Curtis house and everyone is getting ready in the morning and he’s just laying on the couch still. Darry will be like “come on Johnny you’re gonna be late if you don’t get up now!!” And Johnny’s just like “um no 😊 no school today ❤️” and Darry’s just like bruh. Pony tries to pull the same thing after seeing Johnny do it and Darry’s like absolutely not

• whenever Soda is sad, Darry is who he wants. He finds so much comfort in his big brother, especially because Darry can always tell when something is wrong. He’ll just get this look on his face when he’s upset and Darry’s like “come here” and just pulls Soda into a nice long hug and lets him talk about whatever he needs to <3

I hope you liked these! Most of them were just silly and fun ❤️ love Johnnycakesswitch ❤️🎞️

BROO the happy little dance I did when I saw you sent me an ask, your hcs are my favorites i swear 😭😭😭

THEY DO HAVE CUDDLE PILES 🗣️ Like I know it starts out with just the Curtises and then Steve drags his ass over and crawls next to Soda and then Two Bit JUMPS in and crushes everyone’s legs (bitch) and they just invite Johnny over because he will NOT insinuate cuddles, you have to do that but he doesn’t put up a fight. Then Johnny drags Dally in like “I will if Dal does” and Dally’s just like “Fine man 😡”

Darry definitely brings home illnesses and sicknesses all the fucking time because little kids are gross and don’t have the ability to be hygienic so he comes home with spit and snot on himself sometimes and then he’s like “wow I feel like shit”-Pony gets SO mad he’s like “Darry it’s your fault I feel like shit because you brought home a stomach bug 😡” he uses it to guilt Darry into rubbing his tummy for him-Soda just whines a lot but in all seriousness they take good care of Darry (who can be a TERRIBLE PATIENT BTW-the only reason he stays home is because Soda’s like “you’re gonna throw up on a roof or in front of kids” and Darry thinks about it and is just like “😨”

I love headcanons of them swimming! I’m working on the holiday headcanons you sent in and I was JUST typing about them going swimming-they totally do! Darry loves anything where he can show his strength off so he’s just there with Two Bit on his waist like a wet cat-Johnny has to get Dally in-he tries to be nice like “cmon Dal there’s no sense in you sweating your butt off while there’s water right here” but Dally is a stubborn BITCH so he’s like “no” and then Sassy Bitch comes to light and he’s like “what are you on your period or something?” and Dally gets PISSED and tackles Johnny into the water-they got him in tho. Only problem is being in the water for so long makes them SO hungry and Darry is dealing with six whiny bitches as he drives to Dairy Queen 😭 (Also Pony poking Steve in the eye is so real, he’s such a hater. I also know he scratches him with his nails and Steve gets so mad because he has scratch marks all over his chest. “It was an accident Darry I was just tryna push him off 😇”

Soda would so do that-he just wants Darry to be happy and comfortable :( I feel like Darry ends up looking for it after work but sees either Soda or Pony curled up with it-Soda is just sitting there like “Darry I’ll give you a massage if you let me use this for five more hours minutes” and Darry’s like “fine” but in the end he just lets his brothers use it because he doesn’t feel like fighting them lmao-Soda is frequently getting stomachaches because his stomach is sensitive. Pony just doesn’t drink anything but Pepsi and he has a habit of not eating and then he wonders why his stomach is killing him

Darry being into gossip is SO funny like we’re not gonna sit here and pretend he doesn’t eavesdrop on conversations while he’s roofing homes. He also gets flirted with a LOT at work-one time he was roofing his old third grade teacher’s house and she would not stop flirting with him-he shrugged it off until he was finished and he was like “yeah do you happen to know a Darry Curtis?” and he just has this smirk on his face and she’s just like “shit 😨”-yeah that one had the whole squad laughing. He also knows Dally knows stuff from being in jail and just snooping around at night so those two are gossip QUEENS. They all gossip-Pony and Johnny report back to Soda and Darry about their old teachers and they love it.

Awwwww YES-especially because I think Two Bits mom would send his sister there sometimes and bumping off your headcanon about him watching her a lot so when Two Bit is picking her up one day he just hands him and application like “Just think about it” and he does. And he works there in the end-his little sister introduces him to all her friends too-she’s one of the oldest ones there but she doesn’t care. Two just loves interacting with the kids and goofing off-I feel like it also leads him to drink less because he doesn’t wanna be intoxicated around little kids so working there helps manage his alcoholism. He also doesn’t mind being dressed up by the kids-I love using the musical’s Two Bit-they love playing with his curls and they think his tattoos are the coolest things in the world. He’s so happy there 🥺

Johnny literally just says that and Darey’s like “whatever, I’m not your dad” so he just lets him stay at his home 😭 Pony’s always like “why do you let Johnny stay home 😡” and he’s like “I’m not Johnny’s caretaker, now get up.” and Pony just bitches about it so so much-Darry’s just like “Fine Johnny I won’t make you go, there’s food in the fridge and just sleep or smth” like Darry learned to stop giving a shit but Pony is SO whiny about it-

Darry just knowing when his brothers are sad, UGH it’s the purest thing-I feel like Soda prefers Darry because Darry just knows how to properly hold and comfort Sosa in the way he likes. Darry also knows Pony LOVES deep pressure and honestly it’s just like second nature. Darry lets Soda listen to his heartbeat or rest his head on his stomach. He always knows when Soda’s feeling better because he’s like “it’s nice your belly’s happy” because it’s just making noises and Darry just laughs a bit and they just talk it out-babies 💜

I love your headcanons, never feel scared to just spam my inbox! This goes for anyone lol

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶'Cause he held in his arms, and he taught me to be strong 🎶

Although Zelda and Giorgio’s efforts on the farm were growing less dire, there were still days when some of them had to go without meals. Rather than leave Violette there with empty cupboards and exhausted adults on days when she wasn’t at the schoolhouse, Antoine would bring her to Abraham’s ranch with him. 

It comforted him having her so near, seeing her run unencumbered on the sand without any of the worries that plagued his or Zelda’s mind. She seemed happy and comfortable there, but sometimes it terrified him that she was growing older and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It seemed like only months ago that she’d been born, not over seven years before. Soon enough she’d be a young woman, and the thought alone was enough to make him panic. He wanted nothing more than to freeze time at exactly this moment, before anything could hurt her or take her away.

He was happy that she had William, who was such a kind and soft spoken boy that was always happy to play whatever games Violette suggested.  But even his presence reminded Antoine that one day there would be a boy he couldn’t protect his baby girl from, one who would break her heart and make her cry, just the way he had done when he was young. 

He only hoped that he would be there when it happened, to help her pick up the pieces and stay as strong as he knew she was now. Every day he could see his mother and sister not only in the color of her eyes, but in her temperament too. She was strong willed and stubborn, but she allowed herself moments of such fancy and wonder, that he couldn’t help but see Zelda in her too. Each and every one of them triggered a fire in his soul, a pure rush to safeguard them against the rest of the world, that all of them combined in his only child was enough to make his heart burst.

He told himself at least he had her there with him now, that if he could focus on exactly the girl she was now and give her everything she could possibly want, he would show her the type of man and life she deserved; because above anything, he knew that she deserved the world.

He wanted to give her the best sides of himself, the moments in his day that made him feel happiest and uplifted him from the drudgery of the world. So of course, he took her to meet Silver. He had been worried that the horse would respond to Violette the way she did with everyone else, but she seemed to immediately sense that the child was Antoine’s, and thus an extension of the trust she already had for him. With amazing softness, she lowered her head toward Violette, and the child’s usual harsh bravado softened in turn, transforming into a gentle, hushed amazement as she looked into the horse’s eyes. “Poppa, I love her!”

He could feel the pride welling in his chest, threatening to burst into tears, when she looked back at him with excited eyes, “Can we take her home, Poppa? Please? Please!”

“I’m afraid she lives here, Princess. But I’ll get you your very own pony one day. I promise.” Her face transformed even more, brightening with excitement as she continued to pet Silver. The horse seemed so content, that Violette brought her face against her nose. Antoine panicked, bringing his hand forward to stop her, but the horse stayed calm, looking back at Antoine as though to tell him to calm down for once.

With her face still close to Silver’s Violette turned her eyes up at her father, “Can we at least ride her then? Pretty please?”

Antoine had asked himself that very question every day since Abraham had offered. But he didn’t want to tell his baby girl he was afraid, or that the stories of the men she had kicked into the sand were more gruesome than any Western he had ever read. So instead he simply said, “Maybe one day….”

Even a child could hear the wistfulness in his voice, but then Abraham’s curses from outside punctuated the moment. Antoine knew that meant one of the horses was refusing his commands, so he gently moved Violette’s hand away from the horse and opened the stall gate. “You go and play with Will now, alright? We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

She looked up at him with her big olive eyes, trying to stop him as his boots headed for the door of the barn. She needn’t say a word to besiege him to stay; but he mustered even more strength than needed against the most stubborn of horses to drop down on one knee and kiss her goodbye, promising that he would come and find her at the end of the day just as he always did.

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