#dally beat him at it once when they were like fifteen and it’s why Steve started lifting weights- he couldn’t let that happen ever again

[your-unfriendlyghost]

arm wrestling

Steve s o r t a wants to let Evie win, just once, but he’s too competitive for that

He may love Soda and Evie but when it comes to arm wrestling they get no mercy

[staygoldponebone]

Sweater Weather

Part Fifteen: Sandy

The next morning was strange. Sandy got outta bed and made breakfast. Usually Evie was already at her house with one of the other girls or with Steve. But today, the living room was empty. The tv wasn't on and she couldn't hear any low chatter. There was just a deafening silence.

Going into the kitchen, she heard quiet whispers. Two people were talking. A male and female. They said her name a couple of times. She didn't know where the whispers were coming from and she was worried. She grabbed a pan from the top shelf of kitchen supplies by the fridge.

Holding it over her head, she pulled open the door that lead to her garage. There was a scream, then Sandy stopped. Evie.

She was standing beside Steve's car, while he was beneath it. She dropped her cigarette on the concrete floor when she jumped at the sight of Sandy with a pan over her head. "What the hell are you doing?!" Evie breathed.

"You scared me! I thought you guys were robbers."

"I wouldn't rob this place if you made me." She says, stepping on her cigarette. "No offense."

Sandy lowered the pan. "Have you guys seen Soda?"

"We stopped by his house, but Darry said he went to work early."

"You wanna drive me over to the DX?"

"Sure."

"You wanna get ready first?" Steve asks, looking Sandy up and down. Sandy noticed her pajamas and nodded, going back into the house.

After getting ready, she got into Steve's car. The ride was silent and Sandy was praying Soda wasn't mad at her.

When she went into the gas station, Soda looked up and smiled. There were a couple of girls at the counter that were flirting with Soda the best they could. He looked really uncomfortable.

Sandy went over. The two girls at the counter gave her dirty looks, then walked away. "Hey, Soda." She greets.

"Hey, Sandy." He came around the counter to hug her. "What're you doing here?"

She pulled away, looking him right in the eye. She was frowning. "I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to stay with me, ok? I don't wanna embarrass you or make you feel like you-"

"Sandy, you could never embarrass me." He smiled. "I was just surprised yesterday. It's no big deal. I'm real happy you're here." Soda grabbed onto Sandy's hands, then kissed them. "I love you."

Sandy suddenly felt sick. She didn't tell him. And no one else did either. All Soda knows is that she's pregnant. He doesn't know the baby's not his. He doesn't know about the party. He doesn't know and she feels bad for not saying anything. She glanced at Steve. He hadn't been happy with her since he found out that it was only her baby not hers and Soda's. She felt panicked.

"Listen, babe. We need to talk, ok?" She felt tears in her eyes.

Soda noticed and nodded. "I'll tell Pete. We can go outside for a few minutes."

He walked to a room in the back and Sandy waited impatiently. She put her hands over her face, then soon enough, Soda was back and he took her outside.

"I'm sorry." Sandy cried. She fell apart, right there. Soda wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face in his shirt.

"What're you sorry for? I mean, it's my baby too." Soda whispered, running his hand through her hair. She only cried harder. Soda didn't understand. "C'mon, San. Talk to me. It's ok."

"I'm scared." She hiccups.

"Of what?"

"You're gonna hate me, Soda. I just know it. After today, you'll think like everybody else. And...I don't blame you."

Soda felt himself stop. He felt his face get hot with anger and he swallowed hard. "What do you mean? What're people thinking?"

"People think I'm a slut. A whore." She shrugged, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter. They're right. I'm awful."

"Is this about yesterday with Steve? Look, he didn't mean it, ok? Don't worry about it, Sandy. He was just-"

"The baby's not yours." She waited. She waited for the anger. She waited for him to cuss her out. To call her every name in the book. She waited for him to scream and yell and tell her to get an abortion. She waited.

But Soda's heart only sank. It was like the weight of the world falling onto his shoulders. He was numb. Confused. Hurt in some ways. He didn't realize he'd taken a step from Sandy, but she didn't seem to care about where they stood physically.

She wanted to know what he thought. What he was thinking. Then he cleared his throat to speak calmly. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Soda. I didn't- I was just- I-I don't know. I'm just sorry. I never meant to do this. I never meant to- to screw up this badly. It was once and I'm so so sorry." She didn't wanna look at him. She was too disappointed in herself. She didn't think she deserve to be standing with him. She didn't think she deserved him.

Soda slowly nodded. "It's ok, Sandy." He wrapped his arms back around her, holding her tightly. "I still love you. I still wanna marry you. I still wanna-"

"Why? Don't you hate me? Don't you want me gone? Like Steve? I'm an awful girlfriend! I don't deserve anything nice. I don't deserve you, Soda!"

Soda's eyes went glossy and he smiled. "We all make mistakes, Sandy. I'm not mad at you. I want you to know that I care about you. And I love you more than anything in this world and I still wanna marry you. And y'know what? I think I'll marry you, then you'll have this baby and we'll all live happily ever after!"

Sandy gave him a sad smile. "That's sweet of you, but I couldn't let you do that."

"Do what?"

"Throw your life away. I'm not that important, Soda."

"What're you talking about? You are important!"

"I don't wanna ruin your life! I know that you're already under a lotta pressure, Soda. If you stay with me, you'll regret it. And how could I live with myself after that, huh? I couldn't."

"Maybe you won't ruin my life! Maybe you'll make it better! This will work out, Sandy, I know it will!" He could feel tears threatening to fall from his eyes and he held Sandy closer. "Please don't leave, Sandy. I'll do whatever it takes. Please."

~ ~ ~ ~

"This is from Angela!" Evie exclaims, handing over a polka-dotted box with big, purple bow.

Sandy took it, opening it carefully. It was a set of baby food. Sandy grinned. "Thanks, Ang."

"You're welcome. Tim says that that's the good kind. Don't ask me how he knows."

"Open this next, Sandy. It's the best gift." Two-Bit states, handing her a gift bag.

She opened it, pulling out all the paper filling. She looked into the bag and smiled. It was filled with a whole bunch of toys. "Thank you."

"Anytime. And don't be afraid to ask me to babysit."

"You should be terrified to ask him to babysit." Kathy argued, leaning over on her boyfriend. She laughed.

"You're just jealous because my gift was better than yours."

"I got her diapers. Babies need diapers, not a bag full of toys. Great job, Santa Claus!"

Sandy laughed at the two, then Darry sat beside her and gave her a bag. Inside was a teddy bear and some of the Curtis brothers' old baby clothes.

"I wasn't sure if you were having a boy or a girl, but if you're having a boy, there are way more of those in our attic." He states.

"Thanks, Darry."

He nodded, then Pony went over with a box. He smiled and set it on her lap. Books.

"What a shocker! Brainiac got the kid books!" Two-Bit exclaimed.

"I'm honestly surprised Kathy didn't give me books." Sandy replied.

Kathy grinned. "I can get you some, if you need me to. I know exactly where the good ones are."

"Me next!" Johnny announced.

He picked up a big box and set it beside Sandy.

"Need a knife?" Evie questions.

All the boys dug down into their pockets. Pony produced his first. Sandy took it with a smile and opened up the box. It was a rocking horse.

"Do you like it? I know that it wouldn't be able to ride it for a while, but I figured it's best to have it now instead of spending your money later..."

"It's fantastic. Thanks, Johnny." Sandy gave Pony his knife back and Johnny took a seat beside Angela.

Sandy started looking around. "Where's Sylvia?"

"Her and Dally are on their way. They forgot the baby shower was today." Evie says, rolling her eyes.

Sandy's front door opened and Steve came in with a cigarette in his mouth. "Ok. My gifts outside." He states.

Sandy got out of her seat, then zipped up her jacket and headed outside. Soda was standing next to a smaller version of Steve's car. "Isn't it cool?!" He shouted.

Sandy grinned and felt tears on her face. She turned to Steve and hugged him. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me. It was your fiance's idea." He said plainly, motioning to Soda.

"I meant for showing up."

He looked at her. He wanted to say that he was there for Soda, not her. But he didn't. Instead, he said "you're welcome."

The three went inside. "So...can we have some cake or do we have to wait for Bonnie and Clyde?" Angela asks.

"Come on. We'll wait a few more minutes, then if they don't show up by then, we'll have cake." Sandy answers.

Right on cue, Dally pulled into the yard. Him and Sylvia jumped out of his car and went into the house. "I see you've fixed your broken window." Dally states.

"My dad fixed it. If you do it again, you'll get your ass beat." Sandy replied.

He was skeptical. "Ok..."

Sylvia handed her a bag. Sandy's eyes widened at the contents. "You don't like it?" Sylvia questions.

"I mean, it was nice of you to give it to me, but I don't-"

"I didn't think it was that bad. Geez, if you don't like the onesie, just say so."

"Sylvia, this isn't a onesie."

Sylvia went over and grabbed the bag. She looked down at the lingerie inside, then laughed. "Wrong bag."

She went back to Dally's car, grabbing a different bag. There was a tiny, blue onesie in it with a bolded font that said 'My mommy is the best.' Sandy smiled. "Yeah, I like this a lot better."

Sylvia laughed, then sat with Dally. "What'd you bring, Dal?" Steve asks.

Dally patted his pockets, then handed over a box of condoms. "There."

"Condoms?" Soda states.

"Yeah. As a reminder to practice safe sex."

The three boys laughed.

"Alright! I need some cake!" Steve announced.

The boys started eating first while the girls talked. No one was expecting the next guest. No one.

~ ~ ~ ~

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[talkgreasytome]

Threats

Ship(s): Soc!Steve x Sodapop Character(s): Steve ; Sodapop ; Curly ; Tim ; Dallas ; Darry ; Words: 1642 Warning(s): Angst ; Violence A/N: Yes hello a Stevepop for once Me and mi amigo @sodaoutsiders​ were talking about scenarios with Steve and Soda were  Steve was a Soc because of that post and we talked a little abut this but I wrote it and gave it more detail and depth kinda? But I love her and you should see her blog she’s super nice and beautiful 💖 

Steve sighed and stretched, keeping a tight hold on his math textbook as he rose his arms into the air and yawned. He was feeling rather sleepy as the school day ended, and once the bell rang to notify that he could leave to go take his shift at the DX station, he could feel his heart soar at the thought of seeing his wonderful boyfriend Sodapop. He felt bad that he had to take a full shift and drop out of school ever since his parents died and he did everything he could to help his boyfriend and his family out financially, that was a big part of the reason he took the only open shift at the gas station, but it also gave him more time to spend with Soda.

As he walked down the hall, waves of people flooded out of the classrooms to get to their lockers and their next classes. Steve was near the end of the hall when, suddenly, he was being shoved up against the brick wall by a boy with curly black hair and a leather jacket. Steve tensed.

“So, I hear you’ve been hangin’ around the greaser crowd, huh?” Curly Shepard asked Steve in a low voice, leaning in just so Steve and the few buddies Curly had around could hear. Steve shrugged, turning his face to the side. He wasn’t exactly scared, but he wasn't exactly calm either.

“So what of it?”

Curly snickered, “I think you got some real balls to think you can cross into our territory without some sorta consequence, don’t you agree?” He asked that last question more to his friends who nodded and sniggered in agreement. Steve shivered and frowned, shaking his head, keeping his eyes closed.

“Lay off, man...”

“No, you lay off, buster. I’ve seen you hangin’ around pretty-boy Curtis and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’s usin’ ya for your money,” he paused, then grinned, “You have a beautiful face. It’d be a pity if something ever happened to it.”

“Get off!” Steve growled, his heart pounding hard as he shoved the younger greaser off of him, making him stumble into his friends behind him. There was a moment of stillness between the five boys before Steve realized what could happen any second, and he quickly took off, clutching the textbook he had managed to not drop to his chest as he raced down the hall and out of the school. When he shut the door to his car, his breathing couldn’t have been any more painful. He couldn’t decipher whether or not he was scared of some fifteen year-old dangerous greaser or if it was just anxiety from being startled, but as he made his his way to work, Steve decided to forget the situation so he wouldn’t be tempted to tell his boyfriend of it.

*****

“Deep breaths, Stevie…” Soda hummed, hugging Steve closely as Steve’s body shook with sobs. Steve clung to his boyfriend as he sobbed into his shoulder, trying to do as he said but finding it nearly impossible. In that moment, he hated himself too much. Questions like ‘Why does my dad hate me?’ or ‘Why do I have to be a Soc?’ floated in his head, making him feel worse, and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have such a wonderful person be with him and trying to comfort him. “It’s okay…”

It had been a while since Steve’s last break down. He didn’t have one often, but when that cool feeling of pretending you’re something you’re not and that feeling of wanting to really be yourself and be with the a boy who wasn’t in your social class collided, it really became too much.

“I’m fuckin’ sick of this shit, Soda!”

“I know, I know…”

“Fuck greasers who think they can treat people like shit!” Soda sighed, his shoulders kind of slumping and cheeks heating up slightly. He knew Steve wasn’t talking about him, but it still felt kind of bad to hear it. But he understood what he was saying. Most greasers weren’t exactly the nicest people. But the thing was, neither were Soc’s. But Soda guessed that wasn’t really the point.

“Did something happen..?”

“That… That good-for-nothing greaser Curly-”

“Greaser has nothing to do with it,” Soda said quickly, “it’s just Curly being a dick, that’s how he is.”

“S-sorry… Force of habit-”

“It’s okay,” Soda said gently, slowly rubbing Steve’s back and nuzzling his neck, “just tell me what he did, baby.” Steve coughed and shook his head, pulling away from Soda and reaching for the stolen bottle of rum he had managed to take from his father’s liquor cabinet. He knew his dad would probably be pretty ticked, but at the moment, he was too drunk to care.

“Pushed me up against a wall and started fuckin’ with me… I don’t know, Soda, he probably wouldn’t’ve don’t nothin’, but who knows?” Steve froze and his eyes widened as Steve took another swig of his father's rum. “He was talkin’ about ‘consequences’ and how you were usin’ me for money, and I didn’t know what to think-”

“Steve, listen to me honey,” Soda said carefully, trying to keep his anger suppressed as he cupped Steve’s cheeks in his hands. Steve sniffled some and gave him a helpless look. “You know that’s not true. I love you whether you have money or not.”

“I know that…” Steve muttered, looking down at the bed, “I don’t mean to be so sensitive, but between that, and my dad, and my friends, I just couldn’t handle it no more.”

“Baby, it’s okay to feel things. I’m always gonna be here for you, okay? You can talk to me about anything.”

*****

“I’m gonna go hang with Tim for a while, man, I’ll catch ya later.”

Soda could hear Dally talking to Darry as he washed his hands in the bathroom. At first he thought nothing of it. It had been probably a week since Steve’s breakdown and they had both calmed down from it, but when it dawned on Soda that Dally was going to see Tim, which probably meant Curly was going to be there, he quickly left the bathroom to pull on some shoes.

“Hold on a minute Dally, I’m goin’ with you.”

Dally and Darry exchanged curious looks and sat quietly as Soda got his shoes on and cracked his knuckles.

“Be careful,” Darry said simply, and Soda gave his eldest brother a nod before trotting out the door, Dally following behind. As they walked, they were quiet. Dally didn’t particularly care about why Soda wanted to tag along, so he didn’t ask, although Soda probably wouldn’t have been more than happy to tell him why. But since Dally didn’t ask, he didn’t tell, which he was fine with as well.

When they reached the Shepard household, Dally couldn’t even get a word in before Soda was walking up to Tim and asking where his brother, Curly, was.

“He’s probably in his room upstairs,” Tim responded with a shrug, and Soda mumbled a ‘thank you’ before heading over to the staircase and going up quickly. Exchanging curious glances, Dally and Tim followed the middle Curtis up the stairs and down the hall where they saw him knocking on Curly’s door.

“Open the door!”

“Maybe I will if you ask nicely!”

“I’ll break it open!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

Soda shut his eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. It was an empty threat to break down the door, he’d rather not have Tim Shepard mad at him for destroying the house and he didn’t like having to use force. When he opened his eyes next, Tim and Dally were standing next to him, and Tim was using a small key to open the door.

“Locks from the inside and outside,” he muttered. Soda vaguely wondered why Tim was helping him, then came up with the conclusion that he probably likes seeing his younger brother get his ass beat before opened the door, walked right in, and grabbed Curly by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close and glaring.

“I heard you’ve been taunting my boyfriend.”

Curly snickered, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Soda looked away a moment, taking another breath before he gave the younger greaser a hard shake.

“Stay away from Steve,” he said in a hard voice, and Curly rolled his eyes.

“Or what?” Soda growled under his breath and thought: This kid sure does like playing with fire. Calmly, he set Curly back down on his feet and turned, seeming to walk away. After taking a step and letting Curly think that, he turned around and punched him right in the jaw, causing Curly to fall back on his behind. Behind him, Tim and Dally had looks of surprise on their faces, but they faded away with looks of amusement. After Soda regained his composer, he turned around and  moved past Tim and Dally to get out of the house. The only thing on his mind now was seeing his boyfriend.

When Soda made it back to the house, Darry was still sitting in his chair watching the news and drinking tea, and Steve had made his way over obviously a little worried. When Soda walked through the front door, Steve was up on his feet, a smile present on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted, then paused, seeing Soda’s hard expression, “what’s wrong?”

“Took care of some business, nothin’ to worry about babe,” Soda said, walking up to Steve and giving him a hug. Steve cocked a brow and hugged his boyfriend back cautiously.

“What business?”

“I just spoke to Curly, that’s all.” Soda said, pulling away from the hug and giving Steve a wide grin. “Now you don’t got nothin’ to worry about.”