#i love stevepop

[canonickero]

Random head canon that affects nothing: Steve's heart is on the wrong side of his body. Or right side, I suppose(pun joke ahahahaha)

Ponyboy puts his hand on Steve's chest where his heart is SUPPOSED to be(to Steve's left) and goes "yep, I knew you were a heartless bastard"

Ponyboy is a smart mouthed kid, but unlike Dally, Steve doesn't ever hit him or threaten to. He just takes the disrespect because he loves that kid to death. They can joke sometimes. Maybe Steve shoves him a little bit or challenges him to a very unfair arm wrestle.

Steve knew all his life that his heart should be on the left, but he never mentioned that his heart was on the wrong side to anyone because he thought he was crazy.(Irregular heartbeat Steve, anyone?)

Maybe all of his organs are switched, he wouldn't know. Very few greasers go to their yearly checkups, let alone one like Steve. And even fewer of them get anything like that checked out. He just kind of lives without even thinking about it. And then he thinks about it randomly and he thinks about it for way too long, and then forgets again. Steve probably looked weird with his hand shifted to the right on his chest when they made him do the pledge of allegiance in grade school. But he knows damn well that his heart isn't on the left, he will put his hand over his heart exactly as he was told(autism) so he doesn't care. It's just a fun fact about him that nobody believes until they check for themselves.

Soda probably comments on it more than Steve ever thinks about it. Soda's a curious guy, he's probably got his hands and ear all over Steve's chest to find exactly where his heart rests. And that's where he lays at night when Steve comes over and Soda has to camp out on the couch(Sodapop is lactose intolerant and sleeps on the couch when he can't resist ice cream or other dairy besides his morning chocolate milk. He does that so that he doesn't bother Ponyboy with his tummy ache. Occasionally one of the guys ends up coming over, but they have an armchair anyways. Steve the type of guy to lay with his "best friend" though. Steve helps soothe the aches.[little bit of Stevepop... S.E. if you didn't want us to ship them why did you make them so god damn queer.])

Soda comments on Steve's heartbeat as per usual, makes them both think about it for a while, and then they just pass out and forget about it until next time. Steve says he's been meaning to get that checked out. He probably never will unless someone drags his ass to a hospital and makes him an appointment with a cardiologist.

[sod4p0ps-dxshirt]

i love gay people u guys

[canonickero]

I love Steve he's just like me frfr(I will die if I have to be cold for even a millisecond)

If Steve Randle has one fan one of us are dead

If Steve Randle has no fans both of us are dead

Steve Randle hc because he's my favourite

-Is incredibly vain and doesn’t bother to hide it (c’mon guys this man canonically combed his hair into ‘complicated swirls’, you can’t tell me he’s not a bit obsessed with himself)

-Enjoys his science classes even though he’s not good at them

-Is incredibly protective of Sodapop, not because he doesn’t think Soda is tough but because Soda’s more sensitive than him and Soda’s one of the only people he really cares about

-When his mom left he didn’t speak a word for two weeks (Soda was losing his mind)

-Him and Johnny aren’t super close but they bond over both having shit dads. Neither of them like talking about it with anyone else, not even their best friends, so sometimes they’ll skip class together and just vent

-Was really close to the Curtis brothers dad, and was devastated when he died (he didn’t show it though because he was trying to be strong for Soda)

-Has major trust issues

-Doesn’t really like girls and it shows (tells himself its because his mom left but really it’s because he’s more interested in Soda than he’s ever been in a girl. Doesn’t know what this means and refuses to think about it.)

-Despite this, he gets a lot of attention from girls due to being Soda’s friend and also decently good looking. He hates it but likes the way Soda laughs when he teases him about it

-Is actually bad at poker, just not anywhere near as bad as Soda 

-Has broken his arm three times, and his wrist once

-Makes bets with Two-Bit all the time

-Loves animals. He found a little grey stray cat once in the lot and adopted it. Soda named it Killer because he thought it was funny 

-Doesn’t actually dislike Ponyboy, just hates how stressed out Soda gets worrying about him

-Went off the deep end and spent the night in the drunk tank when he found out Ponyboy and Johnny were missing, and drank himself sick every day after until Soda broke down and begged him to stop because Pony was missing and he needed SOMEONE

-Was lowkey devastated when Soda dropped out 

-Is NOT a people person. Even though he loves the gang the only person he can stand to be around for an extended amount of time is Sodapop

-Is lowkey kinda scared of Darry ever since the ‘all brawn no brains’ debacle

-Could eat strawberry ice cream every day of his life and never get sick of it

-HATES being cold more than anything else ever

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Dallas flirting with Soda is so funny to me 😭 cus Steve gets all jealous, and Dally is just making fun of him going, “I’m gonna steal your girl” while grinning and trying not to laugh his ass off, while Steve gets all mad.

No fr fr- Soda plays along a bit too, she likes feeling fought over lol

[fantasynmicrochips]

Well, it's technically tomorrow for me so why not

Curtis Gang Valentine's Day HCs 💗

Darry makes Pony and Soda a special breakfast of strawberry pancakes. Their momma made them every year and he couldn't not

Darry doesn't go out for Valentine's Day normally, but on the rare chance he does happen to get a date, you can BET the rest of the gang will not shut up about it

Johnny's favorite holiday!! He doesn't care about the dating stuff, just the fact that there's a holiday focused on love touches his love-starved heart

He also loves all the strawberry/cherry candy that comes out at this time of year. Dallas and Two-Bit always make sure to steal him some

Soda really likes Valentine's Day as well, because to him it feels like the one day where everyone's happy!! No drama, no fighting, just focusing on the folks you care about

Two loves getting to steal the fancy candies and flowers to give to Marcia (MARBIT SWEEP)

He also loves going around and asking random socs if they'll be his valentine just to piss them off

Steve saves up money to take Soda to do something nice for Valentine's Day, usually to a stable so they can horse ride together

(Darry gives Steve some money for it too, just as long as he gets Soda home before 10)

Dallas spends his entire Valentine's Day being a "where my hug at" guy to EVERY chick at Buck's (he gets smacked silly)

Pony misses giving out valentines like how they did in elementary school, so Soda made one for each of the gang and made them give them to Pony to make him smile. He knows Soda made them because of the chicken scratch handwriting, but it's the thought that counts

Mrs. Curtis used to keep a journal of pressed flowers that her husband gave her every Valentine's Day they were together. The Curtis bros started adding to it after they passed to keep the tradition going

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

Soda who likes being held because it makes him feel wanted and cared for in a way that he craves and hasn’t felt since his parents died is cool in all. But what about Steve who likes holding Soda because it means Soda can’t just leave him (even if he knows Soda never would).

[canonickero]

HELLLPPPP TREES FOR STEVE YOU'RE SO RIGHT

Songs that fit the outsiders characters

They would NOT listen to most of them, ever but I think they fit them so just stick w me) also please talk to me about others or call me out if they are wrong please, going to add as I go along, also if you want my reason for any lmk, some of these for the less important characters r just in my head, more will be added over time these r mostly just for fun but if you think any r like horribly off lmk

Sylvia

Teenage Whore-Hole

Miss World-Hole

Call Me-Blondie(in the bride of chucky way)

Steve Randle

Man of War-Radiohead(soda being in the war, “would keep fighting and hating”)

Trees- McCafferty (just reminded me of him)

Dally

You Know You’re Right-Nirvana

Come As You Are-Nirvana(did indeed have a gun)

Please Please Let Me Get What I Want-Deftones

Crack Baby-Mitski

Im Your Man-Mitski(literally him and johnny lyric by lyric)

Bob Sheldon

Thursday Girl-Mitski

A Mistake-Fiona Apple

Johnny

Twin Sized Mattress-the front bottoms

I Bet On Losing Dogs-Mitski

Grace-Jeff Buckley

Cherry

I want you to love me- Fiona Apple

Sullen Girl-Fiona Apple

Ponyboy Curtis

Tradesman-Zach Bryan

I was all over her-Salvia Path(just the song in general)

Beware-Deftones

Hold Till May-Pierce the Veil(Johnny being the other half)

Change(In the house of flies)-Deftones

Randy Adderson

-Texas Reznikoff

Sodapop Curtis

Stick Season-Noah Kahan

I don’t Smoke-Mitski

I will-Mitski

Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear-Mitski(First strand of lyrics is Pony, rest is him)

[kalied0skull]

“ whatcha been up to, arcade ? ”

“ noooothinggg... ” i say as i "accidentally" drop all of my stevepop doodles

“ WAIT !!! NO !!! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW !!! I'M A STEVEPOP SHIPPERRR... ”

now playing: Twist and Shout — The Beatles ♪

I've had them on the brain ALL. DAY. but purely just for doodles, not really for writing or headcanons or anything. but i just love drawing these two. hehe.. .

I'm debating on turning some of these into digital drawings, but that's a real strong maybe. we'll see !

either way I hope someone enjoys these just as much as i did because heheeee these were so fun ; it's all i did for all day at school today (aside from writing some oc lore but ehhhh)

anyways. look at them!!! ^_^

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

PLEASE write some stevepop where soda sees steve maybe defending or secretly being kind to ponyboy!

i love steve and ponyboys friendship

AGHH the scream I screamt when I got this request ABSOLUTELY! Adore these boys I am HAPPY to provide! fic under the cut!

"Ponyboy get your ass out here or I'm leavin' you!" Steve slams on the horn 'n Darry appears in the kitchen window to shake his head firmly. Ah, it was seven thirty in the mornin'. Steve had forgotten. Pony ducks past the open screen door to flip him off 'n Steve has to fight the urge to throw the door open 'n drag the kid out by his hair.

"I'm gonna kill that kid. I swear to God." Steve hmphs, kicks a foot on the dash.

Soda leans through the rolled down window 'n chuckles to himself. "Glory, Steve, ain't there bigger things in the world to be mad at? The injustices 'n all are a tad more serious then a bitchy kid brother, dig?" Soda snorts 'n Steve rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well, the injustices aren't about to make me fuckin' late!" Steve hollers 'n Pony makes an indignant noise from somewhere in the house. Soda cracks up. "You comin' to school today?"

Soda tilts his head to the side, opens his mouth but before he can say anythin' Darry cuts in from the porch, "He better be takin' his lil' ass or I'm gonna bust it." Soda hoots a laugh 'n wiggles his hips from where he's bent down to talk to Steve from outside the car.

"Well, I think the decision's been made for the safety of both me 'n my ass." Darry rolls his eyes, grabs Soda by the back of the shirt 'n hoists him up, plantin' a kiss to the top of his ruthlessly messy waves. He releases him 'n turns to climb into his truck.

He's halfway in when he stops 'n turns. "Pony come out yet?"

"Fuckin' no-" The screen door slams 'n Pony leaps off the stairs, hair ungreased 'n curlin' around his eyes, backpack slung over one shoulder 'n unzipped, a piece of burnt toast bit between his teeth.

He skids to a stop to let Darry drop a kiss to his temple 'n then whack him one up the back of his head. He whines wordlessly, mostly 'cause if he tried to speak he'd lose his breakfast, 'n rips open the back door to Steve's beater, crawlin' into the back seat.

"If you get crumbs in my car I'm gonna kick your ass." Steve twists around 'n Pony takes his toast from his mouth just to stick his tongue out.

Soda takes one good leap 'n slides across the roof of the beater to get to the passenger side, slammin' the door shut 'n kickin' his feet up on the dash. He idly flips the radio station until Jimmy Gilmer and The Fireballs Sugar Shack starts playin' 'n he grins 'n cranks the volume.

Pony groans 'n leans over the seat to change it 'n Steve puts an elbow up 'n shoves him back into his seat. "Shotgun picks the music 'n last time I checked you weren't even in the front, brat."

Pony narrows his eyes, scowls, 'n breaks off the crumbliest end of the bread, grindin' it into Steve's carpet where he can't see. "You don't even like this song!"

Soda twists around, throws a hand out the window, grins with his whole mouth. "Nuh uh, Pone. This is Stevie's favorite song. Know why?" Pony stops scowlin' just long enough to look confused.

"Why?"

"'Cause it's mine 'n Steve loves to please- OW!" Steve howls 'n jabs Soda in the ribs. Soda jumps, whoops 'n scrambles to the side to avoid Steve's fingers. Pony groans theatrically 'n drops his head to the window.

A horn blares 'n all three of them look up 'n realize their still blockin' Darry in the driveway. Darry leans out the window with an exasperated sigh, "Steven Thomas, I thought you were so worried about bein' late!"

...

Steve rolls into the parkin' lot goin' so fast he nearly spins out, throwin' the car into the first empty spot he finds. The clock on the dash reads seven fifty- already twenty minutes late.

"Pony move your ass." Steve snatches the keys from the ignition, spinnin' to grab his bag from the back. Pony flips him off again but wiggles out, draggin' his stuff across the seat. Soda jumps out, not even a pencil on his person.

Once they're out of the car, however, none of them hustle across the lot. It was the principle. You couldn't look too eager headed into a school buildin'. They had a rep to protect.

"C'mon." Soda leans around the corner when they get to the top of the steps, watchin' for the lady at the front to turn her back. "Pony go." Pony skids through the door, squats down low under the desk 'n tries to slip by.

So, of course, the woman takes that exact moment to look up.

"Excuse me, young man, you're late. Do you have a note or a parent with you?" Pony freezes like a deer in the headlights 'n both Soda 'n Steve groan.

"Uh-"

"Sorry, Mrs. Baker." Steve doesn't stop to think, just hoists his bag up on his shoulder 'n strolls over to grab Pony by the shoulder. "I gave him a ride today. Him 'n Soda. Sodapop Curtis, that is." He turns around to jerk his head at Soda. Pony looks back at him, frown lines of confusion knittin' between his brow.

"Ok." The woman folds long fingers together 'n looks at him expectantly. "Do you have a note?'

"Naw, I'm just sayin' it ain't their faults. I was-" He grits his teeth together, digs his fingers into Pony's shoulder, "runnin' a little late today. My fault. Traffic was a real bit- uh mess." He offers his best charmin' smile 'n wishes he had Soda's stupid big eyes 'n innocent long lashes that could let him blink his way outta anythin'. Maybe he shoulda thrown Soda under the bus. She raises one thin eyebrow but sighs.

"Well, alright then. I'll write them passes. You, however, will have to get a mark on your record." Steve does his best to look apologetic, waits 'til she turns, 'n flips her off. Soda snorts 'n tries to, poorly, hide it behind a cough. The woman glances over her shoulder 'n Soda lets his dimple show.

He definitely should have let him take the fall.

She tears two slips off a pad 'n hands them across to Pony 'n Soda. Soda shoots him a little apologetic grin 'n Pony begrudgingly mutters his thanks. Steve flicks him in the forehead 'n before Pony can open his mouth 'n say somethin' smart, Soda grabs him 'n pulls him along.

"Name?" Steve frowns, watches as Soda 'n Pony horse around, splittin' at the end of the hall to go to their respective classes. Steve has a sudden pit in his stomach.

"Huh?"

"Your name, hon?"

"Sorry, uh, Randle. Steve." She makes quick work of the papers, handin' Steve over his own pass.

"Alright, Mr.Randle," Steve cringes internally but doesn't let it show, "get to class, now. 'N don't let me see you again, today."

...

Steve's supposed to be skippin' third period with Soda but the knucklehead hadn't shown where they had agreed. Steve had hung around the bleachers for as long as he dared before sighin', concedin' he wasn't gonna show.

He pushes off the rail he'd been leanin' on, debatin' his options. He could head straight out to the beater 'n call the day a wash, come back for Soda 'n Pony when school let out. But Pony, the little shit, was just as likely to tattle as he was to keep it to himself. Plus he was supposed to have fourth with Soda, assumin' he showed.

He hesitates a moment more, hedges his bets, 'n figures he might as well just head to class 'n beg off bein' late. His English teacher was a real doll, she might even turn a blind eye.

He slips the back door open 'n ducks his head through, lettin' his eyes adjust. The hall's deserted, though he can hear some kinda ruckus bein' kicked up somewhere nearby. Some real brawl by the sounds of it.

He creeps the rest of the way in, easin' the door shut. Steve turns the opposite way as the noise, figurin' they were bound to get busted 'n if he was anywhere nearby so would he. He's just creakin' the door to the stairs open, idly listenin' when he catches somethin' that makes his pulse rocket up.

"How do you like that, huh, Curtis?" Steve doesn't even bother to catch the slam the door makes as it shuts. He's movin' before he can think, down in the direction of the voice. Someone groans 'n Steve picks up the pace.

The voices sound too young to be Steve 'n Soda's age. Which really only left-

Steve rounds the corner fast, slidin' a little on the tile 'n the scene he comes up on has him clenchin' his fists so hard half moons carve into his palms. Oh, Jesus.

Here's the thing. Pony ain't half bad in a scrap. Somethin' about growin' up with two brothers 'n a house full of boys made you either sink or swim when it came to gettin' pounded. 'N maybe the boys currently beatin' the ever-lovin' hell outta the kid knew that. Considerin' it was five on one 'n Pony was still on his feet.

Steve doesn't hesitate. One of 'em has Pony's arms pinned behind his back, Pony writhin' 'n strugglin' for all he's worth, 'n another is sluggin' the hell out of him. Landin' sloppy, wide punches along the kid's ribs.

Pony groans at each one but nothin' more. God, maybe the kid was tougher than Steve gave him credit for. When he wasn't bein' a baby.

"Hey, asshole." Steve catches the wrist of the kid sluggin' Pony 'n for a second both of them just blink at Steve in surprise. "Leave my fuckin' kid brother alone, yeah?" Then Steve cracks his fist across the kid's face 'n he goes down, hard.

Pony wriggles out, immediately turns to swing on the boy behind him. Steve catches his shoulder, gives him a hard shove. "Beat it."

Pony freezes, chest heavin', blood tricklin' down his temple that makes Steve want to put whoever did that's head through a goddamn wall. "No!"

One of the others steps up, lands a punch under Steve's elbow 'n Steve jams his palm into the kid's nose. "I'm not havin' a fuckin' conversation go." Pony scowls 'n a kid goes to sock him one. Steve grabs him by the shirt front, easily sends him careenin' into the wall.

"Fine." Pony hesitates a moment more 'n Steve gives him another push. He whips around 'n vanishes down the hall 'n around the corner.

Steve's losin' track of who's who 'n where's what, throwin' punches 'n easily manhandlin' the younger boys steadily backward. "Look at the baby run!" Steve's vision goes red 'n he grabs the boy by the hair 'n slams his head into the goddamn lockers. Tears instantly spring to his eyes 'n Steve yanks him close.

"What are you gonna do? Cry?" He throws him down 'n the kid crawls back 'n away from him, runnin' a hand over his face.

Before he can go for him again, someone's got a hand around his wrist, jerkin' him backward. Fully on instinct, he swings around to slug them one before he realizes its a teacher.

He shakes his head to clear it, bares his teeth at the group of kids now clustered together. The fight's over now 'n it's fuckin' clear who won. But Steve can't help but dig his heels in 'n lean toward them again.

"If I ever hear about you goddamn punks layin' another finger on Ponyboy, you're not gonna be able to walk your pantywaist asses home to your mama's. Got it?"

The last thing he sees before he's dragged off to, presumably, the office, is the blood drain from their faces 'n the flash of a familiar form duckin' through the crowd.

...

Steve rubs a hand idly over his achin' knuckles 'n sighs. He was acutely familiar with the view from the hall outside the office. He'd spent enough hours there they should probably put his name on a seat permanently.

He can hear the Principal as he calls Darry, hell it's quiet enough he can hear Darry's irritation from behind the shut door. Steve sighs again, picks at his cuticles. There was a good chance Darry wouldn't be mad about this, considerin' the circumstances, but he'd be spittin' nails about it until he could get him the full story. 'N he wasn't particularly lookin' forward to it.

"Fancy meetin' you here, Randle." Steve jars 'n whips his head up, but it's just Soda. He plops down in the chair beside him, sprawlin' his legs out in front of him.

"Yeah, real rare sight." Steve scoffs, dryly.

"Heard you got into some fight, huh?" And here's the thing. Maybe, maybe, Steve gave a shit about the goddamn brat that was Ponyboy Michael Curtis. But he had no interest in admittin' that. Hell, he wouldn't even be tellin' Darry if he thought he could get around bein' whooped without it. So he's not real interested in tellin' Soda. No matter how stupid it probably sounds.

"Yeah. Somethin' like that." Soda rolls his eyes, produces a folded paper frog from somewhere 'n flicks it at the wall.

"Man, aren't you just Michelangelo this afternoon." Steve shoots him a confused look from the side of his eye 'n Soda huffs. "Full of words."

"You mean like, Alan Ginsberg or somethin'."

"I'll call ya Romeo if it means you spill what happened." Soda blinks his stupid big eyes at him 'n Steve feels his ears go red.

"Nothin' happened. Just a lil' scrap. Some assholes said the wrong thing 'n so I beat their asses. End of story. Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart." Steve ribs him back 'n Soda just giggles, the bastard.

"Yeah, didn't take you for a child beater, though." Soda cackles to himself 'n Steve shoves him hard in the shoulder. "I heard they were Pony's age." Somethin' in Soda's sharp eyes gives Steve the impression he knows more than he's lettin' on.

"Yeah, what about it? Do I need an age limit on lettin' someone be a dick?"

"Nah, I'm just sayin'. You know. Kids can be cruel. To each other." Steve narrows his eyes 'n Soda just grins. "All I'm sayin' is I saw Pony. 'N I was wonderin' if you had." Steve opens his mouth to answer 'n the door bangs open, the principal takin' a long stride out into the hall.

"Steven Randle?" He catches one look at Soda 'n his shoulders drop a little lower. Soda just beams at him. "Sodapop Curtis, what are you in my hall for?"

"Well, no reason. But now that we're all here I figure you'll wanna send me to the office for skippin'. Say, think you can get ol' Dar back on the phone or d'ya think twice in one day is excessive?"

...

Darry couldn't get off for the remainder of the day so the principal elected to let him stay in the office for the final period. Fourty-five minutes had never felt so long.

Steve was nearly tearin' his hair out by the final bell. He jumps up immediately, swingin' his bag over his shoulder 'n jettin' out to the parkin' lot. Pony's already there, leanin' against the car, dejectedly.

"Hey, Pone. You ok?" Steve goes to push his bangs back from the spot on his temple that had been bleedin' 'n Pony bats his hand angrily away. "Jesus, kid, what's the problem?"

"I don't wanna fuckin' talk about it." Steve feels a hot rush of anger slips through his veins 'n he clenches his fists.

"Fine. Whatever, kid. Get in the fuckin' car." He unlocks the door 'n Pony practically throws himself into the back seat with a huff.

Ohh, he was never goin' down for that kid ever again.

Soda comes bouncin' across the lot just as Steve's lightin' a kool, nearly snappin' the match in two with short, angry movements. "Well, hey good lookin'." Soda shoots him a questionin' look 'n Steve waves a hand dismissively.

"Hey, Pep. C'mon, let's go." He ducks into the driver's seat 'n Soda climbs into the shot gun. He twists to look at Pony, the backseat clouded up with Pony's own smoke.

"Hey, Pone, how was your day?" Pony scowls 'n shoots daggers at the back of Steve's head.

"Why don'cha ask him." Soda cranks the window down 'n sticks his head out.

"Well, glory, aren't the two of you just a blast."

...

Soda's got a shift down at the DX, a rare one Steve's not on. Though, he's got an inklin' that's on purpose. They had a habit of havin' too good of a time when they got shifts together. Though, it never stopped the one not workin' from boppin' on down to bug the other, work or no.

Steve floors it so he has time to take the back roads with the farms. Soda always loved to see the horses out in the field 'n Steve had no problem obligin' him. Usually, he would hit the hills goin' fast enough to make your stomach flip just so Pone could stick his stupid head out 'n whoop but he's sulkin' too hard to notice.

Whatever. Soda still points out each 'n every horse 'n that's good enough for Steve.

When they pull up to the DX Soda jumps out before the cars even come to a stop 'n Pony tries to slip out behind him. Steve slams a hand down on the lock 'n so Pony's just yankin' on the handle.

"C'mon Steve. Let me the hell out." Steve resolutely pretends he doesn't see him.

"See ya, Soda. D'ya want a ride home later?" Soda leans through the window again 'n snatches his DX shirt from the seat.

"Sure, Stevie." He raises his eyebrows 'n jerks his head at Pony, not subtly at all. "Assumin' you two haven't killed each other by this afternoon."

"I dunno. This afternoon ain't a lot of time to work with. Maybe tonight?" Pony scowls 'n Steve makes a face at him in the rearview mirror.

"Alright, you two. I'll catcha on the flip." Soda winks at Pony through the back window 'n Pony stops lookin' like the most put-out kid in the world to grin back at him. The second Soda's turned around Pony sinks back into his seat 'n goes back to poutin'. Good God.

Steve waits for the DX door to close behind Soda, 'n then he floors it again. "Where are we goin'?" Pony's sunk so low Steve has to stretch to see him in the mirror.

"Home, dumbass. You got some shit to say. Clearly." Pony hmphs but falls silent.

Darry's trucks not in the driveway when they pull up, to be expected. Pony snatches his stuff off the seat 'n marches inside without a word, slammin' the car door behind him. Steve has to force himself to take a long, slow breath to keep himself from finishin' the job those goddamn kids had started 'n cavin' in Pony's skull.

Glory, Darry must be wearin' off on him.

After a moment, he pulls the keys out of the ignition 'n trudges into the house behind Pony. When he gets through the front door, Ponyboy's already standin' in the livin' room, spine pulled taught, jaw all set like he's bracin' for a fight.

Steve has to fight the urge not to scoff at him. He's got a bandaid over his temple 'n bruises along his ribs that make him huff every time he moves 'n he thinks Steve is gonna square up with him. God. The kid was smart but he was also incredibly stupid sometimes.

"Well, c'mon. Out with it. What's with the attitude?" Pony bristles 'n scowls, clenchin' his fists up at his sides.

"I don't have a goddamn attitude."

"Yeah," Steve rolls his eyes 'n Pony makes a low, angry noise in the back of his throat. "Sure. None at all."

"Why can't you ever mind your own fuckin' business, Steve?"

"You are my business you fuckin' idiot." Steve can feel himself gettin' pissed off, he's clingin' to his patience by his fuckin' fingernails. "So this is what I get for stoppin' some assholes for stompin' you into the curb?"

"They weren't!" Pony explodes, stamps his foot so hard into the carpet the picture frames quake. "This may surprise you, Steve, but I can handle myself. I don't need you treatin' me like a goddamn kid."

For a moment, all Steve can do is blink at him. Then he feels the last shred of understandin' slip straight out of his head. "Pony are you stupid? You know what? Sure. You can handle yourself. Handle yourself so well you end up with a busted eye 'n a broken rib you idiot-"

"It wasn't that ba-"

"Sure!" Steve throws his hands up in exasperation. "It wasn't that bad. But it was about to be! Since when do you not want backup in a fight?"

"It's not that!" Pony's red in the face now, hair floppin' down in his eyes, knuckles white.

"So what the hell is-" Oh. Oh, alright. "Is this 'cause I didn't let you stay?"

Pony's wicked glare tells him all he needs to know. Glory God almighty.

"Pony. Look. I know you're smart. Give me one good reason why I wouldn't want you to stick around." Holy fuck, Darry really had been rubbin' off on him. He gives an involuntary shake.

"Because you're an asshole." And you know what? Darry was a fuckin' saint for not stranglin' the kid years ago.

"Yeah. A huge asshole who was coverin' for your ass. Pony think. If you had been there when that fight was busted up how the fuck do you think Darry would have reacted?"

Pony bites down hard on his lip. "I-"

"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't start it. But you couldn't have gotten into it at all if you had been in class. Y'know. Where you were meant to be."

"I was just-"

"Yeah. Sure. Save the I was just goin' to the bathroom, I was just gettin' some water, I, I, I for Darry. You were skippin'."

For a moment, Pony just glares at him. "And you were just playin' hall monitor, right?" Pony mutters, but he doesn't sound mad anymore.

"Yeah, kid. Someone's gotta do a tour to make sure someone's not beatin' your head in." Pony rolls his eyes but Steve just grabs him by his shoulder 'n pulls him in. "Look. I know you can handle yourself, man. You don't need me or Soda or Darry intervenin' for your ass. But just humor me, alright? Im tryin' save us both some grief from the big man."

Pony scuffs his toe in the carpet, runs a hand up the back of his neck. "Yeah. Alright. Deal. But you can't tell Darry I was skippin'."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Tell you what. If you keep my secret, I'll keep yours."

Pony narrows his eyes, hesitates, 'n then drops his head against Steve's shoulder. "Deal."

...

"Stevie! Pony? Any bodies need to be buried?" Soda bounds in, screen door flappin' closed. He sticks his head into the dark living room.

Pony 'n Steve are curled up on the couch, Pony's head in Steve's lap, Steve absently rakin' a hand through Pony's dark hair. The second Soda appears, Steve jars Pony so hard he slides right off the couch 'n onto the floor with an indignant wail.

"Well, hello, you two." Darry follows Soda inside, droppin' his keys on the table with a heavy sigh.

"Soda! What are you doin' home?"

"Darry picked me up." Soda wiggles his eyebrows at Steve 'n Steve hurls a throw pillow at his head.

"Speak of the devil." Darry crosses into the living room, fixes Steve with a stern look. He glances down at Pony, double takes the bandaid, the way he's rubbin' at his ribs. Looks back at Steve's raw knuckles.

"Y'all got somethin' to say? I got a call about a fight." Pony twists to look up at Steve 'n Steve shoots him a little grin.

"Yeah. You know me, Dar. Can't keep me outta trouble." Darry puts a hand on his hip, looks between the two of them, his face softenin'.

"I do." He rolls his eyes 'n turns towards the kitchen. "Glory, I do."

Pony 'n Steve shoot each other a look, bite back on a laugh. "C'mon, you brat. I'm cold. Get up on this couch." Pony kicks him hard in the shin but clambers back up, leanin' his weight on Steve's shoulder 'n fixin' his eyes on the TV.

When Steve looks up again, Soda's watchin' him with a sly little grin. "Hey, Stevie?" He plops down on his other side, yankin' one of the blankets from the back of the sofa. "Pony should make us late more often. It sure puts you in a real sweet mood."

[stewdoesthings]

Happy Valentine's Day!!! Here's my piece for I Love How You Roll with all the best socs and greasers in Tulsa!! Cropped versions under

[canonickero]

I clutch Stevepop very close to my chest and nothing else in fear that I may get dragged by the ankle to hell with them

Am I the only one in this fandom that does not ship anyone? don't get me wrong some of the ships are good but its like, I can never ever see myself shipping anyone, plus I stopped doing the whole shipping thing, because people would attack me "erm aschually that ship does not make sense" they are fictional people buddy, get over it 😭

[tera-ixie]

I love multishipping like yes Sodapop Curtis is in love with Steve but he’s also in love with Chet, and Sandy, and also Cherry, what about it

[garbage-creature]

Had this suggested by @sonnysimagination and thought it was super cute! It's transfem Soda's first valentine's day post transition and Steve bought (maybe stole) her all the Cliche gifts and they're going out on a dinner date to a diner :3 Soda's dress is inspired by one i saw on pinterest, i just had to draw her in it!

[lucyandlucy]

Steve: I couldn't do this without you, Soda.

Soda: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

[atomizerjunkie]

ponyboy is a hater fr 💔

Ponyboy would be the BIGGEST OPP to Stevepop

I mean bros wouldn’t even be doing anything and Steve woukd put his hand around soda and my bro for no reason would snatch that shit so hard it left a mark.

I mean my bro prolly used all of him rumble skills, steve most definitely brusied over. Darry and soda got mad at him and his explanation would be something like “I don’t feel bad. Soda deserves better then a scum.”

100% true.

Also whenever Steve and Soda are all lovey dovey on each other (holding hands, cuddling and giggling like the stupid mfs they are) Ponyboy always makes an effort to pretend he’s throwing up or smth 😭

[horsegirlsodapop]

something something post vietnam au. soda comes back with his knee re-fucked up and that familiar itch against his bones and he's never wanted to leave tulsa a day in his life but home is abrasive. he takes darry's keys and drives up through kansas to get re-aquainted with America. he shares cigarettes with truckers outside of truck stops. he smokes weed with kids chasing the grateful dead. he draws cows in the pastures next to the highway while they graze. he tries every dying diner's specialty pie. he sleeps in the truck cab or bed when it's warm and clear. he goes to the junction of i-46 and 41 in california where james dean wrecked his car and died. he follows the highway up to san francisco to see the ocean. he calls darry from a pay phone and apologizes for stealing his car. he has him pass the phone off to pony so he can demand his kid brother prattle on about books he's never read just to hear his voice. he's looking for something. he's not sure what.