#soc 1 type 1

[eerna]

*gently taps my hands on the table* okay let's do this one more time. "I will have you without armor" isn't Inej telling Kaz she will leave him if he doesn't solve his intimacy issues. it's her saying that he has been avoiding investing anything into their relationship for years and yet he still expects her to put her dreams on hold for him without ever trying to help her with the emotional labor of caring, and that she will not stand for it. she's not asking him to get over it, she is asking him to prove he wants to get better, hand in hand with her. we always forget Inej is also too traumatized for a typical romantic relationship huh

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Handing you guys an entire canvas of just Cursed Paul bc he hasn’t left my brain.

As usual, some little doodle content stuff teehee

- We retconned it so that the socs only stopped attacking Paul because Soda’s terrifying ass showed up. Umbra (Paul’s familiar) ran home looking for Darry and found Soda. He's her favorite of the gang so she's like 'good enough' and starts SCREAMING at the dude to get him to follow her. - The socs didn't know if Paul's power was physical or if he could use his voice like Soda so they choked him </3. They would've killed him in the process if Soda didn't show up. Imagine being in this dark ass alley busy jumping a guy and then you're faced with a fae who has this low-ass growl, with glowing eyes and fangs. Not to mention this looming shadow of a cat the size of a Caracal growling at you too. I'd be scared - Soda bursts their eardrums as he should (new power we decided on teehee. Supersonic whistle type shit, can break glass) - Some Parry bc Paul may be beat shitless but he's still Darry's pretty boy <3 - They can't get married but they have wedding rings. Paul's is a little one made of vines w/ a pretty little flower bc Darry couldn't afford a real one yet. Pony made it actin' like he didn't want to but made it literally gorgeous and one of a kind. Darry's is an actual ring because Paul saved up for that bitch for ages. Darry had an aneurysm when he saw it bc that bitch had an authentic diamond on it, Paul will not tell him how much it was. - Dally is the only one allowed to beat up Paul and will be very loud about it. Local New Yorker haphazardly slams fist over the head of this witch dude who probably has a concussion more at 5 - This isn't in the doodles here but I'm saying it as a fun sneak peek at some future art/writing for those who read this; Paul's magic is tied to his life force he will die if he ever loses his curse,, also blood rituals are dangerous <3. - If he's too frantic, Paul's magic can falter. Not very good when you're being jumped by a fuck ton of your old friends. - Paul is THE fucking cat dad ever. Umbra is his baby he birthed her /silly. She can do no wrong and he's her #1 defender.

I'm so sorry to the people who don't care for this au I'm insane rn.

On another note, that Greaser Design Lineup should be out soon!! Waiting for my Art Block to go away before I start the proper Justice For Tulsa frames bc they're more complex than quick little doodles!!

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Thoughts on Marcia and Two-bit

Hinton making Marcia a brunette is a really interesting narrative choice when we know Two-bit typically prefers blondes, and is a further indication that their connection was real and had the potential to actually grow into love. It’s even more interesting when you consider the fact it’s indirectly implied that many greaser girls bleach their hair 1, similar to how greaser boys oil their hair, likely because blondness is ‘trendy’ and/or because they can’t afford ‘proper’ hair dyes/treatments. Knowing this, Two-bit’s preference for blondes can be extrapolated to be a very clear ‘preference’ for the greasiest of greaser girls, not only because they’re ‘the only kind of girls who would look at a boy like him' 2 but because charming/sleeping with a lot of women is a way to gain further social status in the greaser world. Thus, his clear interest in Marcia is not only an anomaly and one of Hinton’s many efforts to show that Socs and greasers aren’t so different, it’s a clear indication of genuine connection and potential love because in flirting with Marcia and asking for her number Two-bit is not gaining social status from adding another girl to a proverbial list, he is expressing true interest in a girl who is the literal antithesis of his (well known) ‘type’; which is one of the things that makes it so tragic that Two and Marcia not canonically end up together.

1. "I liked Soda's girl Sandy just fine, though. Her hair was natural blond and her laugh was soft, like her china-blue eyes." (Hinton, 1967)

2. "I thought of Sylvia and Evie and Sandy and Two-Bit's many blondes. They were the only kind of girls that would look at us." (Hinton, 1967)

[stromuprisahat]

Ivans loss: "soldiers aren't human beings" & "all grisha are soldiers" is probably what the author thinks. I still remember when RoW came out and someone asked Leigh Bardugo a very heated question about Fjerdans and she gave a strange justification (link below). She replied, no to making the reference (let's just respect that answer and let's say Fjerdans arent' what the question said they are - and I don't even want to type it out because it's like kicking a beehive and no good will come from it) Let's focus the issue of grisha = soldier = fair game Leigh justifies Matthias and Fjerda's actions by saying: @ 1:23 "Grisha are soldiers. they are weapons. they are ppl who are fighting back" But....SoC had Matthias and Fjerdans going after non-soldiers. They were quite literally hunting civilians, farmers, etc. in all the lands. "Pursuing rogue Grisha in other lands...liberating Grisha captives with the sole purpose of clapping them back in chains and sending them back to fjerda for trial and execution..." next page captive speaking "We are not criminals...we are ordinary people - farmers, teachers. Not me Nina thought grimly. I'm a soldier. ...Did Leigh truly forget about the 15 innocent souls who were chained in the ship? 15 souls who were there just for being grisha? Does she not re-read her works at all????? x.com/hellcatdynes/status/1584699468536221697

That woman! (derogatory)

(Ivan post)

tw: I'm not gonna hold back in this reply as much as I usually manage. It might get vulgar and harsh.

I've seen this particular pile of shit while it was fresh and gods! I can't even begin to explain how sick it makes me. No wonder so many of her fans are a bunch of ignorant idiots.

Let's start with the icky bit- the whole quote:

... people have drawn parallels between Matthias and the drüskelle and the SS, and I don't think that's completely accurate. The Jews, who were put to their death in WWII were innocent. They were civilians! Their crime was being Jewish. Grisha are soldiers. They are weapons. They are people, who are fighting back, so though the drüskelle are hateful and carry a lot of prejudice with them, it is not the same as them going after innocent civilians. And I need to make that clear, because I would never write a Nazi/Jewish romance.

Honey, that's exactly what you did!

I won't shy away from that passage, because it pisses me off immensely.

... people have drawn parallels between Matthias and the drüskelle and the SS, and I don't think that's completely accurate.

So, here we go with this one- I'm entirely sure their uniforms and Brum's accomplishments have nothing in common with fucking Nazis. If you're colour-blind, or US-American, so you don't grow up with photos of that particular chunk of history in your fucking town, because those people in nice uniforms used to burn corpses of their victims just behind the walls. The crematorium is still standing btw. Daily visited by dozens of tourists.

Seriously- fuck respecting what she said! I possess reading comprehension! These atrocities happened around HERE! It's not just an ugly story for me! I grew up in town once used as Jewish ghetto, concentration camp and Gestapo prison, so yeah, I might be overly sensitive about how you choose to dress you genocidal murder club!

The Jews, who were put to their death in WWII were innocent. They were civilians! Their crime was being Jewish. Grisha are soldiers. They are weapons.

As you mentioned:

... The drüskelle had existed for hundreds of years, but under Brum’s leadership, their force had doubled in size and become infinitely more deadly. He had changed their training, developed new techniques for rooting out Grisha in Fjerda, infiltrated Ravka’s borders, and begun pursuing rogue Grisha in other lands, even hunting down slaving ships, “liberating” Grisha captives with the sole purpose of clapping them back in chains and sending them to Fjerda for trial and execution. ...

Six of Crows- Chapter 14

If I wanted to be extremely kind, I could assume this is just Ravkan propaganda- it's what Nina had been taught-, but later we see her experience:

“You’ll be tried for espionage and crimes against the people.” “We are not criminals,” said a Fabrikator in halting Fjerdan from his place on the floor. He’d been there the longest and was too weak to rise. “We are ordinary people—farmers, teachers.” Not me, Nina thought grimly. I’m a soldier. “You’ll have a trial,” said the drüskelle. “You’ll be treated more fairly than your kind deserve.”

Six of Crows- Chapter 14

The wording's rather obvious- it's not about herding up enemy soldiers, but hunting down another species, another race, another kind. That's exactly the type of reasoning Nazis used- Jews were something different, inferior. Dehumanization is a significant part of their ideology.

*takes several deep breaths, because that Cola I've just drank is about to make a re-appearance*

I'll point out another part- already in one of the links in this post, but:

Until a drüskelle had accomplished a mission on his own and been granted officer status, he was required to remain clean-shaven. ... “Good work is right,” one said in Fjerdan. “Fifteen Grisha to deliver to the Ice Court!” “If this doesn’t earn us our teeth—” “You know it will.” “Good, I’m sick of shaving every morning.” “I’m going to grow a beard down to my navel.”

Six of Crows- Chapter 14

Capturing people to have them slaughtered is a rite of passage for drüskelle. It's an accomplishment worth marking. Something to look forward to and boast about.

Grisha are soldiers. They are weapons.

What about non-combatant members of Second Army? Healers, "untrained" Materialki, Grisha working for nobles? Those are weapons too?!

Like- we've already established nobody cares about the free-range Grisha (unless it's drüskelle in need of promotion), but even Second Army includes those, who aren't the first line of defence! Who won't be used to be attacked.

They are people, who are fighting back, so though the drüskelle are hateful and carry a lot of prejudice with them, it is not the same as them going after innocent civilians.

I'll make it even more obvious- would you say rape doesn't count as such, when its victim learnt self-defense before it happened?!

Nice opinion, Leigh! Great message for the poor young vulnerable girls! Very empowering!

And this is one of those days I'm sorry they don't organize full-experience trips to places like my ex-hometown, because I'd gladly invite that woman, so I can accompany her visit with loud reading of specific quotes from her work.

[darkmajesty-xo]

the spark between us pt.1

18+ MDNI| himbo!kaminari , cherrychaser!shinsou, nerdy!reader

this was an absolute disaster.

out of all the students in your soc theory class, the professor had paired you with none other than denki fucking kaminari.

why is this such a big deal ?

for starters, he’s an idiot. there isn’t an intelligent thought going on in that pretty blonde head. the only reason he was even enrolled at Yuuei University was athletics. he was set to go pro but the league required at least three years of college before an athlete could be drafted. school was literally a placeholder for him until he was able to do what he really wanted.

secondly, it would be extremely difficult to be partnered with this beautiful idiot because you had the hugest crush on him.

what’s not to like about kaminari ? he’s handsome, funny and charismatic—undeniably one of the most popular guys in school. a super bubbly, “life of the party, attitude that was the complete opposite of your shy, reserved nature.

he was also taken, so that ruined your chances of anything happening if you were even his type to begin with. as far as you knew, he’d never spared you a second glance. so, why was he walking over to your lunch table with his boyfriend in tow.

you knew shinsou a little better than kaminari—he was the son of your favorite professor and you had a couple classes together. on a few occasions he’d lean over to ask for the date or a spare pencil. and it definitely made your heart race when he’d whisper “thanks, kitty” , referring to your favorite headband, and wink before turning around.

okay, so maybe you had a crush on both of them but that made things even more difficult!

“hey, yn!” kaminari shouted as he approached.

god, he was so loud. half the cafe turned to look in your direction. you sunk in your seat silently praying that the ground would swallow you hole.

“helloooo— earth to yn. anybody home?”

he was getting closer and there was absolutely no way out of this, so you gave a small wave as he slid into the booth across from you. shinsou opted to sit next to you, throwing his long arm behind your head.

“hey, kitty. funny meeting you here” he smirked lazily, reaching into your lunch tray to pop one of the fries in his mouth.

“h-hi shinsou. hi k-kaminari” you replied, looking down at your fingernails. eye contact wasn’t your strong suit and it was especially intimidating with the two of them.

kaminari didn’t seem to notice. “no need to be so formal—all my friends call me kami or denki!”

“we’re not friends…” you mutter, sparing a glance at the blonde while chewing at your fingertips. seeing his pout made you immediately regret your words.

“ouch, sparky. sucks to be you” shinsou teases, taking another fry to throw at his boyfriend.

“dick” kaminari scoffs, before glancing back at you. there was the briefest moment that his honey brown eyes met your own before snapping back down. interesting, he thought to himself. “well, we may not be friends yet but i promise to win you over if you give me a chance ! whaddya say partner?”

he extends his hand for you to shake. they’re pale and pretty. with long veins popping out of the flesh and black painted fingernails. your mind flashes to thoughts of them caressing your body—would they be soft and smooth or rough and calloused ?

you knawed at your lip in contemplation. it wouldn’t hurt to try and be friends— you did have to work together anyway. and it would be nice to have someone to talk to outside of schoolwork. if you could manage to string together more than two sentences.

you dare glance up at his honey brown orbs for the briefest of moments before settling on his pouty lips.

“ohkay, k-kami” his lips curl into a smile as you extend your hand to meet his. static electricity courses through your fingertips causing you to yelp and pull back.

“looks like you two have chemistry” shinsou purrs, lazily fingering the tip of your cat eared headband.

kaminari looks at his boyfriend incredulously.

“no bro, i told you we have sociology!”

you and shinsou groan in unison. “whaaaat?” kaminari whines making you giggle. shinsou squeezes your shoulder and smirks down at you and heat immediately floods your face.

this is going to be a long semester.

[ambrozjas]

Hii!! Your blog is so cutee ^^ I’m wondering if you could do a Johnny Cade x Soc reader?

johnny x soc!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸 ᰔᩚ

this one was a little iffy, i’m not really used to writing soc!reader but i tried my best 😭

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

johnny getting jumped by socs, mentions of societal standards for socs and greasers, some curse words, reader is known to wear a skirt for like one bullet point

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❥ starting offfff, you guys probably met in class? i cant see you guys meeting in any under circumstances unless you were in the same situation as sherri or something

❥ you probably noticed his quiet behavior, so unlike the other greasers

❥ JOHNNY is overall very sweet to you when you guys finally start dating, but at the beginning of your relationship he’s definitely iffy considering his history with socs

❥ if he were to introduce you to any of the gang first, i think it’d be ponyboy, who’d also be wary of you due to your social class

❥ johnny does come to you after a rumble or if he’s been jumped by socs, and it can’t help but make your heart ache

❥ it’s bad enough johnny gets beat on at home, but getting jumped on the street by socs for no reason is just as bad

❥ if you’re a soc who cares about their rep, i’d assume pda would be a no

❥ however, if you don’t care and are more of a “greaser and soc are equal” type of person, i think johnny would be okay with light pda, like some hand holding

❥ ugh i can’t get the idea of a drive in date with johnny out of my head

❥ literally watching a movie n sharing a coke

❥ DOES NOBODY UNDERSTAND THE VISION???3);7:83??1

❥ you having him choose the multitude of cute outfits you wear to your dates

❥ like???

“which one, johnny?” (as you’re holding like seven different fuckin outfits)

“uhh.. the white one?”

“..which white one?”

❥ if you wear makeup n wanna put it on johnny, i feel like he’d be so scared of an eyelash curler being so close to his eyes 😭😭

❥ imagine laying in the lot with johnny, jacket under you so you don’t dirty your skirt, your head on his shoulder as you guys mindlessly talk about whatever comes to mind

❥ DO YOU GUYS NOT GET MY VISION LIKEEEE..

❥ please tell me you guys understand 😕

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ last request of the nightttt i finished this at 1:10am 😭 i have one more good one in my inbox but i think i’ll save that for tmrw xoxo

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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[jahayla-parker]

hi! I was wondering if you could do Kaz with a tour her sister or something where he doesn’t want her to get hurt but she thinks that he thinks that she’s weak? (That sounded so confusing sorry) if you can’t it’s fine though. Don’t forget to drink water! And maybe take a little walk?

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Worrier and Warrior : Platonic/Sibling Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader

Part 1

Desc: Kaz’s little sister is the latest victim of Kaz’s lack of communication and transparency. This results in actions that cause even more tension between them. Will Kaz ever get over his toxic habits and be truthful with his sister or will it be too late?

Warnings: SoC type content and applicable warnings, including mentions of trauma, violence, sickness, injuries, death, etc.

Part Two Can Be Found Here

Both parts can be found here

Y/n groaned to herself as she sat in the chair across from Kaz’s desk. She’d had enough of his behavior lately. He’d been excluding her from heists and even refused to let her work nights at the Crow’s Club. Y/n knew her brother well enough to know there had to be a reason for his behavior. Kaz never did anything without thinking it through.

Kaz limped into the room exuding his annoyance, having had to follow his sister into his office. He did not want to talk. Much less talk about this matter. He had his reasons behind his behaviors and he didn’t feel he needed to explain them to her.

Yet, she’d snapped at her brother moments ago. She hasn’t intended on doing so, but she couldn’t help it. She felt excluded and unwanted thanks to Kaz’s actions. So, when he gave out shift assignments and once again left her off of it, she snapped and called him out on it. Kaz ordered her to head to his office, hence why they were both sitting in the dusty room in the attic.

Y/n stared silently at her brother as he sat down across from her. Kaz copied her and silently shook his head as his eyes glowered at her. Neither sibling spoke for awhile. It was only when y/n huffed and stood up to leave that Kaz elected to speak.

“You have nothing to say?” Kaz remarked, raising his right eyebrow at her.

Turning back to him, she glared, “you’re the one who ordered me to your office”.

“Because you raised your voice at me before my crew” Kaz argued, shifting his jaw.

Y/n laughed sarcastically, “I raised my voice before your crew?”

Kaz steepled his hands as he stared at her silently.

“First, you’re not my parent Kaz! You’re my older brother, but you’re not in charge of me” y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kaz flinched faintly at the mention of their family. Y/n noticed and thought about apologizing. But, she knew that would only make him more mad. Besides, his immediate return to his dismissive body language removed any guilt she felt.

“Second, I am part of your crew! Yet, you treat me like I’m different” y/n pointed out, stepping closer to him.

Kaz tilted his head slightly to the left, “you are different”.

“Why? Because I’m your sister?” She groaned, throwing her head back.

“Younger sister” he corrected stoically.

She squinted at him as she returned to her seat before him, “so?”

“So you need to trust me. I am better equipped to handle these matters” he said confidently, an egotistical glimmer in his eyes. It made y/n want to reach across the table and punch it out.

“Just because you’re older? I can handle myself Kaz. Just last week I handled Guiblan and his crew by myself” y/n pointedly reminded him.

Kaz scoffed, leaning back in his seat dismissively. “Last week as in when you were stabbed during what should’ve been a simple task?” He remarked.

Y/n sank in her seat. She was suddenly weighed down with self-doubt and embarrassment. These weren’t often feelings that her brother made her feel. However, for that exact reason it felt extra heavy.

“Is that what this is about? That’s why I’m no longer assigned tasks or shifts?” She questioned quietly.

Her mind raced as she waited for his reply. It wasn’t like she tried to get hurt last week. Saints, she fought off numerous large men by herself even though no one else was supposed to even be there. She even still successfully completed her task. Yet, that wasn’t enough for him?

Kaz stayed silent. Instead of responding, he looked away from her. His eyes were now staring sharply at one of the cracks in his wall.

Y/n stood up to leave. “For the record, I was out numbered. Besides, there weren’t supposed to be any guards in the first place”.

“Not everything goes according to plan all the time” Kaz acknowledged with a small dismissive shrug.

Y/n bit her lip as her head lowered slightly at his comment. “I’m aware of that, but-“

“But, you weren’t able to handle it without getting injured” Kaz said, his eyes snapping back towards her. He quickly realized he almost revealed the real reason behind keeping y/n from being involved in any Crow or Dreg business. As such, he puffed his chest and added, “and then Nina had to waste her energy taking care of it and couldn’t work her next shift.”

Y/n balked, her already pale skin losing color. “Wasted her energy? Fuck you Kaz. I never asked for her to take care of my injury-“ y/n defended.

“You didn’t have to,” he snapped, slamming his gloved hands on table as he rose from his seat. “I take care of my Crows. This whole business doesn’t work without my investments operating at full capacity” Kaz reminded her.

She stated at Kaz silently for a second. Did he really just call his own sister an investment to his business? He was mad because she was utilizing too many resources? Resources she never asked for?

Y/n wasn’t sure what to say. But it didn’t matter. Because just as she opened her mouth to speak, Kaz interrupted.

“You were decommissioned for days and took Nina down with you. I cannot have that” he said, much more calmly this time. However, there was still a burning anger to his eyes.

“The others get hurt too Kaz, why am I the one needing to apologize for it?” Y/n questioned. She was hoping there was something she was missing. After all, if she were only an investment like the others, why was she being targeted by him?

Kaz once again broke eye contact. His gaze drifted to his cluttered desk this time. “I needed more from you” He said simply.

Y/n squinted, “tell me what you want and I’ll do it”. She didn’t understand what was happening. If her brother needed something from her, he would always just tell her. Why did that change?

“You cannot do it” Kaz stated emotionlessly.

Was that what it was? He was mad not just because she was utilizing too many resources. But because she was utilizing too many resources while not contributing enough in exchange?

Even more than that, he didn’t think she could? Kaz wasn’t an idiot. So was she truly that weak and incompetent? Y/n hadn’t thought so, but maybe she was wrong. “Ka-“ She began, hoping to clear the air.

“Y/n, listen to me. I know what I can and cannot assign you” He said dismissively, shaking his head in frustration.

She stared at the side of his face as he actively ignored her. There was suddenly this defeated heaviness settling into her chest. She took a deep breath before reluctantly asking one of the pressing questions in her mind. “So I’m done with it all?” Y/n questioned.

“If there are tasks I think you can handle, then I will inform you of such. Until then, drop this attitude” Kaz ordered.

She shook her head. The action mostly for herself over her disbelief; after all, he still wasn’t looking at her. “What do you expect me to do in meantime?” Y/n sighed.

Kaz groaned as he ran a leather glove covered hand through his tousled hair. “I don’t care. Read. Have a music session with Wylan. Saints, maybe have Inej or Jesper train you to handle fights.” He remarked, eyes flickering up to her frame.

Kaz watched as she visibly sank. Y/n shrunk in both posture and confidence right before his eyes. And then she was gone. It was all his fault; he knew that.

He even felt a morsel of guilt and regret over it. But that diminished when he recalled seeing his younger sister bleeding from a stab wound. Y/n had gotten the injury because of him. But that wouldn’t happen again. It couldn’t.

Kaz couldn’t let it happen again. He wasn’t sure if he could survive that. Sure, y/n had healed fine. But, it very easily could’ve ended in her death instead. That was something Kaz would do whatever necessary to prevent.

He’d lost his older brother Jordie. He couldn’t lose his younger sister as well. He loved and cherished her too much. Kaz and y/n had always been close.

They were both little when Jordie passed. All three siblings had gotten sick; but only two survived. His brother’s death tore apart almost every aspect of Kaz’s life. All the way down to his morals and life’s motivation. Yet, he didn’t let it tear his relationship with his little sister away.

Kaz had fought to keep himself and y/n alive ever since that day. Y/n had always looked up to Kaz. And while his behaviors changed drastically after Jordie’s death, hers didn’t. She continued to look up to Kaz and tried to be like him. That infuriated Kaz at first, until he realized it was the one thing that would truly keep her safe.

Yet, when she was stabbed last week, that notion evaporated. Kaz knew who was responsible. And he knew why they did it. He’d pissed off the wrong person.

Well, to Kaz there was no such thing. But when it came to getting his sister involved, that was different. She wasn’t supposed to be connected to or impacted by his actions. Yet, that night he’d sent her off on an errand only for her to come back bleeding because of him.

Kaz knew his words tonight made y/n think he saw her as weak. He also knew she took everything he said to her or thought of her to heart. He hated being the reason she now believed she wasn’t strong enough.

But, he told himself it was best this way. She’d likely not push as hard when he refused to let her attend heists or deny her shifts at the club. Both of which he needed to do to keep her safe. To keep her alive. To keep the last piece of himself afloat and alive.

“Kaz, that makes no sense” y/n argued.

It had only taken a few hours for y/n to decide she was going to prove Kaz wrong. Last night she’d elected to show him she wasn’t weak. That she was capable of contributing and keeping up with the others.

Therefore, when she overheard the plans for the crows to meet with Evrin Golding, a wealthy merchant, she tried to convince Kaz to let her join them. Much to Kaz’s dismay. However, he abruptly shut that down with a vague excuse as to why she couldn’t go.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you” Kaz sighed, grabbing his hat from the coat rack by his door.

Y/n huffed and glares at him. He was being so difficult. How could she prove herself if he wouldn’t let her go? “Yes, you do. Because I deserve to go. Plus you could use an extra set of eyes” she smirked.

Kaz rolled his eyes, “you’re not going.”

“That’s irrational and you know it” y/n argued weakly.

Her brother merely surged as he put his hat on, “clearly it runs in the family”.

She groaned and walked until she was blocking the door with her body, “Kaz,-“.

“You’re not going. I don’t want or need you there. End of discussion” Kaz spat.

Y/n frowned and stepped aside. She hadn’t expected herself to cave so quickly. Especially when she had the upper hand by blocking the door. Yet, Kaz’s words stung more than she’d expected.

It had only been a few moments of sulking in her self loathing before she ventured outside. Y/n knew where the meeting was to take place. So while Kaz may not have allowed her to go with, he couldn’t stop her from following after them. Sure it was somewhat childish, but it was the option she was left with if she didn’t want to just accept Kaz’s analysis of her.

Y/n quietly lowered herself to the ground beside Inej. They laid on their bellies atop an old abandoned building just outside of the Barrel. Inej of course had heard y/n coming, but the others hadn’t. As such, y/n allowed herself to get comfortable on the rooftop before watching the scene below.

“I tried to get him to let you come” Inej whispered as the wind whipped past them. It was just loud enough for y/n to hear before the wind carried the sound behind them; away from the others below.

Y/n smiled to herself as she whispered a grateful thank you to her friend. She was pleased to know at least Inej didn’t find her too weak to take part in tonight’s activities. However, it seemed even Inej couldn’t convince y/n’s older brother of her strength.

Y/n and Inej made hushed small talk as they watched from a distance. It was mostly about their latest events in their lives outside of the tasks they did for Kaz. Y/n knew Inej was trying to keep her mind off the fact y/n’s brother thought she was too weak to be here. It helped some; it always helped to talk with Inej.

However, a small disagreement between her brother and their contact easily caught her attention. Y/n and Inej immediately silenced in order to listen closer. They shared a knowing look as Kaz’s attitude only worsened the situation.

Y/n smirked to herself when she realized she could help Kaz. She knew she’d be able to not only help him get out unharmed, but also still complete the task at hand. Kaz was great at reading people. So he had to know how his behavior was worsening the situation.

But Y/n knew when it came to Pekka, Kaz’s vision blurred. This man Kaz was trying to get intel from was part of Pekka’s crew and could be yanking his chain.

Of course y/n hated Pekka with her entirety as well. But, she was able to separate his crew from him. They hadn’t been there. It didn’t mean she liked them, but rather could tolerate them just long enough to handle the task without her emotions taking over. Part of it had to do with her dissociating from her emotions and traumas; but it worked. At least for matters like this. Matters in which her remaining older brother’s fury blinded him and endangered his life. She wouldn’t lose another brother, and certainly not at the hands of Pekka again. So she’d mastered over the years how to not let Pekka or his crew impact her the way it did Kaz. It wasn’t healthy for her as she had to dismiss her traumatic experiences. But, it kept Kaz from taking it too far and getting killed in his search for revenge.

“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene." Y/n whispered to Inej. She slowly rose from the ground and walked to the far end of the building. It would be best if she acted like she stumbled upon the two of them. Kaz wouldn’t believe it for a second, but the Dime Lion easily would if she did it right.

“Y/n, I wouldn’t cross Kaz. His sister or not, no one crosses him” Inej warned, looking over her shoulder at y/n. She sighed when she saw the determined look in y/n’s eyes. It was the same look Kaz got when he was set firmly on a decision he’d made.

“Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." She winked as she jumped down from the back of the building. Y/n quickly made her way around the building to join the scene she’d witnessed from above. She noticed the way the Dime Lion grinned at her as his eyes scanned her body.

She also noticed how livid her brother was. Of course she did, he was practically steaming. Anyone could see how Kaz’s eyes bore into her as he watched her approach. But, she ignored his unspoken order to leave.

“Hi, I’m y/n” y/n greeted, smiling innocently as she stood before their contact.

Kaz remained by her side, his hand tight on the crows head of his cane. If he hadn’t wanted to kill the Dime Lion earlier, he certainly did now. He despised y/n ignoring him and following him out here. But he could have killed the man before him for falling for y/N’s faux innocent play. Especially when the man kept checking her out.

“Well hello there beautiful, I’m Dan-“ the contact began, extending his hand towards y/n.

Kaz cut him off by swinging his cane down between them and shook his head. “Your name does not matter. Nor do her looks. We are here for one thing-“ Kaz barked.

“What my brother means to say,” y/n forced a giggle, “is that I could really use some help from you”.

This was one of the ways y/n and her brother Kaz differed greatly. Kaz refused to show weakness, even if it was fake. Y/n however, didn’t mind pretending. She knew better than to show her true weakness(es). But she was willing to utilize faux ones.

After all, y/n knew she men -especially those in Ketterdam- saw women as far weaker. While y/n knew she could easily take most of these men by herself, she saw their ignorance as a tool. It made it a lot easier to get someone off guard if they let their own guard down due to thinking she was merely a weak girl.

However, she was now wondering if that’s why Kaz saw her the same way. Did he fall for her pretend innocence and ignorance? How could he have? Did he still see her as the little girl she was before they lost Jordie?

She had to push these thoughts aside and refocus on the current moment. Y/n forced on a tender smile as she waited for the man to respond.

He seemed to be intelligent enough to not fall for it immediately. However, as he looked back over at y/n’s ‘shy’ body language, he caved. “Of course darling, I was just telling your brother that I’d love to help. Especially for a damsel like yourself” the man smiled, pretending he hadn’t been arguing with Kaz moments ago.

Kaz’s grip on his cane tightened dangerously. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he snapped off the crows head at the top of the cane. It was all Kaz could do to get himself to silently go along with y/n’s fake storyline. It was all he could do to control his brotherly protectiveness. It was all Kaz could do to not kill the man where he stood.

To say Kaz was pissed would be a grave understatement. Yet, no one could truly find the right word to describe his current state. He stood rigid, his sharp eyes burning holes in y/n’s. The tension in the air palpable.

Kaz had ignored her the entire return to the slat. He refused to go off on her in the streets where others could see or hear. He didn’t need anyone knowing how much she mattered to him. How much her actions and safety swayed him.

As such, he kicked everyone out of the slat as they returned. Well, everyone but his crows. He’d ordered them out but didn’t have enough focus or concern to force them to leave. They already knew how Kaz was with his sister anyways.

This meant the crows all stood silently as they watched in anxious anticipation. While Inej had been the only one to have seen what happened, it wasn’t hard to piece it together. The crows knew stubbornness ran in the Brekker family. So they knew it was only a matter of time before y/n pissed Kaz off by disobeying his latest orders for her.

Kaz tried to control his anger towards his sister. He could feel the raging fury alive and consuming inside of him. But he didn’t want to be mad at her much less act out against her (especially if it was only due to said emotions). Yet, as the scene replayed in his mind, he felt panic merge with his anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Kaz spat, stalking closer to where she sat.

Jesper’s eyes widened as he watched his friends nervously. “Kaz, man, maybe-“ he awkwardly interjected. His goal was to calm Kaz down before he said something he’d regret. But his interruption only resulted in him getting chewed out as well.

The crows froze in their places as they listened to the loud bickering between y/n and Kaz. They weren’t sure what to have expected. The siblings disagreed from time to time, but this was something very different. To make matters worse, both of them were stubborn and angry. That wasn’t a good mix in anyone, but much less in a Brekker.

“I told you I cannot rely on you” Kaz stated, adding another insult to the mix he’d already thrown her way tonight. He refused to look at her as he said it. But, he kept his head high and voice loud and authoritative nonetheless.

Y/n shook her head at him as she took a deep breath. It wasn’t that this comment was worse than the others. But she’d had enough. Y/n may have acted out of an attempt to prove herself, but she also did it to protect him. Yet, he still shouted insults at her.

She once again found herself feeling ashamed and weak. Y/n might have no problem pretending to be these things to get people to do what she wanted. But that didn’t mean she wanted people to actually believe them. Much less her fellow crows. Much less her brother. And much less herself.

Y/n quietly stood and turned to head to bed before her emotions could show. She heard Kaz ordering her to stay where she was. But, what was one more disappointment from her?

Y/n had barely made it to her room before she broke down. She locked her door and slid down the thin wood until her butt hit the floor. Maybe Kaz was right. Maybe she was too weak to handle this. After all, here she was, practically sobbing over an argument with her brother.

Kaz entered her room later that night. By then, she’d composed herself and removed any signs of her heartbreak. Which was good because he’d only come to lecture her further.

Y/n spaced off early on into his latest speech about how she had let him down. She didn’t care to hear it anymore. It hurt and she was furious that Kaz was the one hurting her.

As Kaz went to continue venting his annoyance, he noticed she seemed distant. Furrowing his brows, he asked "Are you even listening to me?"

Y/n let her eyes return to focus, and shook her head. “No, but you don’t want me to be” she admitted, clicking her tongue.

Kaz growled quietly, “Hmm and why is that?”

"I will break your nose if you keep talking about how weak I am. I’ve heard it enough” she explained, looking away from his intense stare.

Kaz saw the pain flickering in her eyes despite her response. He sighed and took a long deep breath before speaking. His tone was much less harsh as he told her, “I did not say you are weak”.

Y/N’s eyes snapped back to him, annoyance overtaking her pain. “Not directly, but you still did” she argued.

“What do you want from me? To coddle you and your feelings?” Kaz retorted. Guilt hit him instantly but he held his ground. He would ignore his guilt if it meant keping y/n safe.

“Why are you treating me like I’m your enemy and not a friend?” Y/n whispered, her voice soft again.

“You’re not my friend y/n” Kaz groaned. He hated the way her face fell even more at his words. But, this was what needed to be done.

“You’re right, I’m your sister. That’s worse” she acknowledged, her voice cracking.

Kaz wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t want to make her feel worse. But, he also couldn’t apologize. So, he leaned against her desk silently.

“Get out” y/n ordered meekly.

While Kaz debated ignoring her, he decided against it. He could see how defeated his sister was. So, while he wouldn’t act on his guilt and apologize, he could at least offer her some space. Kaz glanced back at her one more time before leaving her room.

“Aren’t you in a cheery mood” Jesper teased sarcastically as y/n rolled her eyes yet again when Kaz was speaking.

“I have a right to be angry." Y/n retorted, shaking her head.

“Could you be any more annoying?” Kaz asked as he stopped reading off his list of today’s assignments.

Y/n glared across the room at him, “Excuse me?”

Kaz rolled his eyes back at her. “You heard me y/n” he stated calmly. “You’re making us go in circles. We’ve been over this. You’re not taking part in any of the Crows’ or Dregs’ tasks unless I say so” Kaz reminded her. “So stop interrupting the meeting with your infuriatingly annoying emotions” he ordered.

“Kaz,” Inej sighed, shaking her head at him as she gave him a knowing look.

Jesper bravely jumped in again as Kaz glared at Inej. “Y/n has been training with Inej and I, daily. She’s great” Jesper informed him. He watched as y/n nodded in acknowledgment of the training sessions they’d had the last few weeks.

Y/n noticed how Kaz froze and seemed to be pondering Jesper’s remark. “Told you, I’m not weak” she huffed, sending him a glare.

“Y/n, I-“ Kaz sighed, shaking his head.

“Just let me come, I can keep up” y/n pleaded, sitting up straight thanks to Jesper’s compliment.

Kaz took a deep breath. “No” he responded defiantly.

“But Kaz,-“ y/n argued, leaning forward in her seat.

“No” was all he responded with again as he shook his head.

“Come on, you know I am not too weak for this life. Admit I’m right” y/n said. Part of her was teasing in hopes he’d loosen up some. But the other part of her wanted him to say she wasn’t weak. She was still struggling with her own belief on the topic and needed him to clarify it for her.

“I will do not such thing” Kaz said.

Y/n chose to ignore the clenching of her chest and lungs at his refusal. Instead, she reminded herself that he never liked to give others compliments. But there was one thing he hated more. As such, she pressed her luck by responding, “Fine, then admit you’re wrong”.

“No” he groaned, dismissing her with that one word sentiment again.

Y/n threw her hands in the air dramatically. “Quit acting like this you stupid wet sock” she sighed. Y/n could hear the quiet laughter of the crows over the unusual insult. But she knew Kaz would pick up on it.

Y/n hated wet socks and Kaz knew that. She’d hated them ever since she was old enough to say so. It was her final straw when the orphaned siblings had found themselves out on the streets of Ketterdam. She couldn’t handle the feeling on her feet and the cold nights only made it worse. In fact, she had verbally blamed the wet socks for the three of them having caught the illness that took Jordie from them.

So, while it seemed like a humorously random insult to the Crows, Kaz was actually impacted by it. He knew it hadn’t been her intention to bring his mind back to that night. Much less to insult him by calling him the one thing she blamed for what happened. Kaz knew she’d never do that, even if she were furious with him.

But, that didn’t mean he was able to keep it from impacting him or his response. He glared across his desk at her before walking to the door. “You’re staying here! It's better for everyone!” Kaz shouted as he angrily walked out.

Y/n once again elected to ignore Kaz. She was determined to prove him wrong. Y/n was also determined to prove to herself she could handle it. As a result, she was once again on a sketchy rooftop with Inej.

The girls silently watched the scene below. In which Kaz was pretending to bargain with the merchant. The plan was for Nina to pickpocket the merchant while Kaz and Jesper had him distracted.

It all seemed to be going according to plan at first. However, that quickly changed when one of the merchant’s men noticed and let out a calling sound. Suddenly, twelve armed men appeared, surrounding Kaz and Jesper.

The sharpshooter had drawn his pistols but was waiting on a sign from Kaz to pull the trigger. However, Kaz calmly shifted his gaze up to the rooftop instead. Y/n flattened herself out even further, hiding behind the ledge of the roof. Inej gave her a soft giggle as she rose to join Kaz.

Once Kaz saw Inej caught his signal, he finally gave Jesper his. Within seconds the trade meeting erupted into a battle. Y/n wanted to go down and help, but she still feared that Kaz might be right. If he was and she went down there, she’d only make it worse.

So she remained steady on the rooftop. Her eyes danced over the chaos, checking everyone’s safety. That was when she saw her brother had been knocked down. Kaz was struggling to return to his feet when a gun was placed against the back of his head.

Y/n didn’t hesitate any longer. She flung her quiver over her shoulder, grabbing a single arrow before setting the quiver beside her. As she loaded the arrow into her bow, she took a deep breath and stared intently at her target.

Kaz looked up from the ground and over to where the arrow had come from. His eyes narrowed as he saw his sister on the roof. Despite his orders to stay at the Slat. Kaz shook his head as his relief quickly changed into anger.

“Nice shot” Jesper grinned, slinging his arm over y/n’s shoulder after she’d made her way down to them.

“Y/n,” Nina smiled, “glad you could join us!”

Y/n smiled back and shrugged, “Well, it’s more like I crashed the party, since I wasn’t invited, but-“.

”You weren't invited because no one wanted you to come." Kaz spat, staring her down.

“I just saved your life Kaz-“ y/n argued, waving her arm around to the now-dead bodies on the street.

Kaz shook his head and gritted his teeth. “You just risked my life and everyone else’s” he replied.

“Excuse me? He’s dead, he was going to kill you. I handled it” y/n pointed out in disbelief. She’d literally taken someone’s life to keep him safe and he was still mad?

Kaz remained angry. “You weren’t to be here. You risked everyone’s safety by throwing the plan off” he rebutted. He knew it wasn’t entirely true and that it might sound like a stretch even to his Crows. But he hoped y/n would focus on his need to be in charge of the plans at all times.

“Having a gun pointed to your head while knocked on the ground was part of the plan?!” Y/n snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Y/n” Kaz warned, his voice clipped.

She shook her head, “No, if you don’t want me throwing off the plan then just include me to start with”.

“How many times must I tell you no?” Kaz groaned, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Until it makes sense!” She retorted, smirking at him confidently.

Kaz moved his hand back down and laid it over his other on top of his cane. “It does make sense! You were not included because I did not want you here. You are more of a risk than you are helpful.” He told her, eyes staring at her abdomen as he spoke.

“So you killed the man, good for you, who cares? “ Kaz asked rhetorically. He regretted that remark as he knew killing someone wasn’t something y/n took lightly. But, Kaz nonetheless continued to berate her for risking herself. “If you were here from the start, it would’ve been worse. You’re a weakness and liability. When will you comprehend that?” Kaz huffed.

“Is that truly how little you think of me?" Y/n asked, her voice weak and shallow.

Kaz felt himself wanting to give in and confess the reality behind his anger. To express that he didn’t see her as weak, but still worried about her being taken from him. But, he wouldn’t let himself. He merely nodded even though it weren’t one hundred percent true.

“Fine. I comprehend that” y/n stated emotionlessly as she turned around and left.

Kaz sighed in relief that the conversation was over. He had the feeling this time he finally got through to her. Her dejected response and giving up on the argument suggested such.

Kaz had assumed y/n went back to The Crow’s Club or the Slat when she left the scene earlier that night. As such, when he arrived, he sent Inej to check on her state. He knew his Crows were all judging him for having said the things he did to her. But, he only asked Inej to check on her because he wanted to know she had made it back safely, not because he was going to apologize.

Kaz was sitting in his office, resting his head in his hands. He was nursing a headache and his leg was brutally assaulting him with pain. Yet, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about how to keep y/n from trying to dismiss his orders again. He couldn’t face losing her. But what levels would he go to if it meant hurting her along the way?

Before he’d had time to analyze that question, Inej entered his room. He glanced up from his hands and squinted at her. She seemed concerned which set him on high alert. “Well?” Kaz asked impatiently.

“She’s not here” Inej whispered, wincing as he watched fear flash through his eyes.

“What do you mean she’s not here?” Kaz asked sharply.

“She’s not here Kaz, it’s straightforward” Inej remarked, “she must have headed elsewhere”.

Kaz stiffly breathed in and out through his flared nostrils. “Go” he ordered. “Find her” Kaz clarified, closing his eyes.

Inej falteted. She wasn’t sure bothering y/n was the best solution. Inej also doubted Kaz would respond well to y/n when she got back from wherever she’d gone off to. “Kaz-“ she drawled.

“Find her and bring her ho-“ Kaz coughed. “-back here” he corrected, eyes still squeezed shut.

Inej silently nodded and left to track down her friend.

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[calix-amini]

do yuo have twobit headcanons? asking for a frien d

hehe yes sirrr

two bit headcanons

-this man has never seen a stick of deodorant. EVER.

-he takes showers just not frequently

-and when he does it’s probably just him using 3 in 1 and then stepping out

-this guy would do BOTH types of drag race! car and rupaul

-he’d also probably wear his moms old dresses and go “look ma! im you!!”

-two bit and steve are the forgotten members of the gang so they hang out when the others dont

-he LOVED coloring with his sister when she was a toddler and listening to her talk about her day

-scratch that he loves his sister so much that whenever she would cry he would too

-he’s actually a little self conscious of his hair ! like he likes his sideburns but he hates the rest of his hair

-he has random different-colored splotches of skin on his skin? like just a little darker or a little lighter

-his eyes are realy prety :3333

-his love language is physical affection

-he would LOVE tyler the creator SO MUCH

-two bit and ponyboy are a little closer after the events of the book (canon version and the “everyone lives” version) and even tries to sit down and watch a movie with him :) (he didn’t make it past the title screen oof :,p)

-he still hates socs but now he doesn’t prank the ones that didn’t do anything to him/ to the gang

-him and marcia are going steady (so are marcia and randy, so they get into some fights)

-his breath smells like booze 24/7 even when he didn’t drink

-i don’t think he brushes his teeth too much

-he loves climbing trees

-he turns into a sappy little man whenever he sees a cute pet

[wannaseewhatshangin]

hii i love your work 💗💗, could you do sort of like a forbidden love thing with fem reader x dallas winston where she’s a soc so they aren’t supposed to be together but he would do anything for her and do anything to be with her

Awwww 🤭🧸dally is so cute

Dallas Winston x soc! Reader

It was quite a surprise when Dallas took a liking to you

But at the same time

Some people say they saw it coming

You and Dallas were bound to fall in love

You definitely weren’t like any soc he has met before

“Hey..”

Him asking about you was the icing on the cake

“How do y’all feel about that y/n girl?..”

He definitely trails off any time he talks about you

The boys were astonished

“You ain’t diggin this girl are ya, dally?”

He definitely tried to deny it

“Hell no. Why would I? Girls have cooties.. 😒”

Hell, sometimes he couldn’t even decide how he felt

But when you smiled at him at the corner store

Not a mocking smile

But a sweet, innocent and soft smile

It really set him off

You were allowed on greaser territory

Nobody else

Just you

Because you weren’t like everybody else

And boy was he head over heals

Of course he’s gonna say he ain’t

“You fallin for this girl? She’s a soc for Pete’s sake!”

“Nah, man. “

Yes he was

He was fallin hard

Of course he made a move

Like askin you out for a coke

Or whatever you like

If you say no

He won’t stop until he gets a yes

Of course if you say no about 50 times

His ego will be bruised but

He’ll bounce back eventually

But he’ll definitely be upset you know

If you say yes (which you did) this boy is down bad for you fr fr 🤭🧸

“Hey, doll.”

You would look at him and it made him feel some type of way

Fast forward to when you two are dating

This boy sneaks around the gang just so he can talk to you about anything

He misses you all the time

“Ay, where’s ol’ dally?” Two-Bit asked

Johnny almost said something

But he knew Dallas would kill him if he said anything.

“I don’t know.” Johnny said lowly

CUDDLES! CUDDLES! CUDDLES!

Please let this boy have his hands around your waist.

Please let him kiss your cheek.

This man WILL look you in the eyes and say that he don’t wanna cuddle and that he doesn’t like ‘em

Just wait in 3..2..1..

His hands are all over you.

He just can’t help it.

When he’s around you, he wants to make sure you think he’s tuff.

Of course you think he’s tuff.

“Dally…you’re the most tuffest guy I know. You don’t have to show off.”

His heart melts.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let this man have his hand on your thigh while driving.

Let’s talk about work.

It doesn’t matter WHERE, WHAT, HOW, WHEN, OR WHO.

He’s gonna be there to take care of you.

Let’s just say you work at a diner.

First of all.

Your outfit is absolutely gorgeous on you.

According to Dallas.

“Aw! Babe, you look gorgeous.”(yes you do, babes!)

WITH HIS HANDS AROUND YOUR WAIST!

Doll, I can’t even say how much he loves you.

He will stay at the counter all night if he has to.

Just to help you out and keep you company.

Joking around is a must with Dally.

When your not looking, he will throw a small ball of napkin at you.

Which does stick to your hair.

Everyone can see how much in love you two are.

The elderly couple that sit in the back booth every Saturday.

The group of other teenagers that sit at the counter.

Lindsy, the girl who orders coffee from you and won’t take it from anybody else.

Mia, The little girl that gives you gum in return for a toy that comes with the kids meals.

You always put two toys in there for her. 🤫

The same three boys around the age of 14-15 that harass you while you work.

On several occasions, they made you cry.

“Aww. Is the soc gonna cry?”

You were on the verge of providing a waterfall .

They just wanted to bother you.

“Look please leave me alone.”

“Please leave me alone!!!” The boy in front mocked as he sat down.

They just laughed.

“She’s trembling!”

“Hey, young man. That’s no way to talk to such a sweet girl. You outta be ashamed of yourselves.” The elderly woman said, walking hand in hand with her husband.

“Get lost old fart.”

“How DARE you! She’s is just a sweet old lady! I’m so sorry mrs stevens. Your next Saturday meal is on me.” You said on the verge of tears as Mrs stevens reassured you it was alright.

Dallas was pissed.

He grabbed him by the collar.

“Who do you think you are? Talking to my girl like that. Has anybody ever taught you how to treat a woman?”

“If I EVER, see your face in this diner EVER again. I swear on my life I will fucking kill you. You think you’re hot shit? Huh? Say it.”

“I’m not.” He said, utterly terrified.

He shoved him to the ground.

Once the boys left you broke down into tears, picking up the food from the ground.

It broke Dally’s heart to see you in so much sadness.

He crouched down next to you, giving you a giant hug.

“I’m so, so proud of you, doll. You did amazing. You’re so strong.”

“Thanks dally, you’re real tuff.” You said, hugging him

You finished picking up the food and closed the diner up.

You and Dallas walked hand in hand down the street.

Now.

How about the gang found out.

Oh lord.

They would catch on when they saw lipstick marks on Dally’s cheek and he would smell straight up like a bottle of woman’s perfume.

Which smelled hella good.

“Dally? Who you been kissin on?” Two-Bit asked genuinely curious.

“Nobody, man.”

Johnny just kept his mouth shut. Like the good friend he is.

Two-bit showed him a mirror to show him all the kiss marks that you left behind.

Everyone else was concerned

But Dallas loved them.

He wish he could take a mental screenshot of this and save it forever.

Darry tried to wipe it off.

You know how moms lick their thumb and then rub it on you?

That. That’s Darry right there.

“No! Leave it!” Dally yelled quickly.

Sooner or later he was gonna have to come clean.

“Tell us the truth, Dally.”

He sighed.

“It’s y/n.”

Everyone was shocked but honestly they didn’t really care.

“And I love her and if you guys can’t accept my wishes then I don’t need to be close with y’all. We’re all buddies and I do love y’all but I love her too and I would do anything and everything for her.”

“Dallas shut up. We don’t give a fuck. To everybody else? They might care. But as your friends and all that, we don’t care. As long as your happy.” Darry said

He was so happy.

Let’s get back to the kiss marks.

Dallas loves them.

He thinks they are sweet.

He gets giddy anytime you leave a kiss mark behind.

He also, for some reason, thinks they make him look tuff.

He definitely has a few Polaroid photos of you and him.

Him laying in your bed with you kissing his cheek, leaving pink kiss marks.

He has pictures of those too.

At this point he just wanted them everywhere.

The smell of your perfume was intoxicating to him.

He felt like he was on cloud 9.

“You smell good.”

You would blush.

He definitely stays over most of the time.

Mostly because he misses you and can’t go even a few hours without you!?

Yes.

And let’s not forget that this guy.

Is Lana Del Ray coded everywhere.

I don’t wanna hear it.

I know Lana Del Ray wasn’t a thing back then.

But ima make a few changes.

If you had Lana Del Ray vinyls, cassette tapes, posters, anything.

He would definitely listen to her with you.

And IF he said he didn’t like her at first.

She will definitely start growing on him.

But if the first time you introduced him to her

And he liked it from the beginning.

He might be a bigger fan than you.

And for my girlies that love Aerosmith like me.

This guy would definitely like Aerosmith as well.

Like.

Sweet Emotion is a makeout song.

And he likes Walk this way, crazy, Janie’s got a gun, jaded, dream on, back in the saddle, rag doll, Angel and much more.

He loves to makeout.

Please.

Of course he won’t pressure you.

If he’s feeling like making out

He would kiss your neck

And if your not feeling it just say it.

“Hey, dal. I’m not really feeling it right now.”

“Oh alright. Sorry, doll.”

He would kiss your cheek and just lay with you.

But if you are feeling it.

Shit, go right ahead.

He would have smeared lipstick all over his swollen lips.

It’s definitely a pretty sight.

He loves you.

Don’t let him go.

Because as long as you hold on he will do the same.

He believes that you two found each other for a reason.

You two are meant to be.

[canonickero]

so

New mootie

I wanna hear absolutely all the lore you have about Steve's parents/home life

Because I suspect you have more than I remember from the book or the movie

*hands mic*

I am going to fucking explode YES FINALLY SOMEONE ASKS ME ABOUT STEVE

This may not be entirely coherent it is 00:34 when I begin typing this and maybe I'll remember an end time who knows. But I'll start with a slight character analysis and stuff

So Ponyboy doesn't go very deep into Steve's character. Ponyboy seems to think that Steve hates him, and he despises Steve back. But Steve takes care of him like a little brother. Most notably; he takes care of Ponyboy in ways that Sodapop does. But Ponyboy doesn't even think about his efforts and actions, he just mentions them in passing. Steve is always backing him when the Socs are around and he is specifically stated by Ponyboy to buy him pop and candy when he visits at the DX. Soda does too, which makes it sort of just a passing mention, but I think it's interesting. Steve also spends his hard earned money on spoiling Ponyboy a little. He doesn't have to take Ponyboy to the DX for their shared school lunch break. He could take the hell off and go see Soda himself. It'd probably be safer for Ponyboy to stay at school, even. But Steve totes him around just because he feels like it. And Steve only works part time at the DX because he's in school full time unlike Soda. Steve makes less money, but he still wastes his gas and spends money on Ponyboy, like he would an annoying little brother that he doesn't actually hate. Like when your parents insist you take your little sibling with you when you go somewhere, or when they want to get in on everything you do because it's cool. That's probably how Steve feels about Ponyboy. Sodapop is his best friend and has been since grade school, he's been around Pony since he was a baby. No doubt Steve was there for some pretty important moments. Steve addresses Pony by name and as "kid" rather than anything rude and he doesn't ignore Pony. He's the one to draw attention to his picture in the paper and makes him feel like the hero he is, even if Pony isn't too happy about it. He's supportive, if a little blunt. But he doesn't actively try to annoy or hurt Pony aside from little jabs, like siblings would.

Steve doesn't seem to have any siblings of his own. Two-Bit is offhandedly mentioned to have a kid sister, but Steve gets nothing. He's just got a drunk old father who would rather him gone. When his father gets drunk and angry for whatever reason, which is all the damn time, he kicks Steve out and Steve runs to the Curtis house. And while Soda is his best friend, Steve wouldn't torture himself. He wouldn't keep going to the Curtis house and stay during the mornings and engage in conversation with Ponyboy if he hated him. He loves Ponyboy to death. The gang is like the family Steve never really had. No sign of his mother, whether she's dead or left Steve with his dad is unsure. But he doesn't have a mother, and he hasn't had one in a while. He doesn't even offhandedly mention her, like Two-Bit mentions his mother or Dally mentions his father. Steve doesn't mention his family at all, really. It bugs Steve that his family is so broke. He's got one of the more fucked up families of the gang.

Two-Bit still has a loving mother and a kid sister. Johnny has a home to go back to, though it's horrible(but they do leave him alone quite often. Just whenever they're pissed at each other or the world, they take it out on Johnny. He is left alone and can go home at least some days, and sometimes he can avoid his parents. And Johnny's mother went to visit him in the hospital, though her intentions were unclear. She only started yelling when Johnny refused to see her, which, good on him.) Dally doesn't need family, he's past that at his point, but he's got a place at Buck's if he ever needs it. Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy all have each other. But who does Steve have at home waiting for him? A drunken father who throws him out for whatever reason he could find. And he apologizes by giving Steve a couple bucks, which would have pretty much been his next few cases of beer. So for a good while in a week, Steve gets to go home. But his father isn't exactly there for him. Steve doesn't have a loving father, really. Just a guilty one. A guilty father left with a child he didn't want. He tells Steve to get out and never return every damn week at the very LEAST once a week, with absolutely nothing on him. He just kicks Steve out and expects him to be fine with never returning, with only the shirt on his back. Only when Steve's father is sober does he feel bad and give Steve some money, and then he does it all again. He doesn't love Steve enough to get better. He'd rather have the booze.

So other than Johnny, Steve has one of the worse home lives of the gang. No mother, a drunkard father that's likely passed out on the couch half of the damn day and never sees him.

I'd also like to mention Steve's view on Ponyboy again. Steve is described as tall and lean. Based on his job as a mechanic, he's muscular. His drunkard father wouldn't have enough sense to keep any protein in the damn house. He's known to be uncaring, and he probably doesn't think of groceries until the last second(speaking from experience, I have a drunkard father). Steve likely has to feed himself(or help himself to the food in the Curtis's fridge). But he spends a decent amount of his paycheck on Ponyboy, the tag-along kid he pretends to hate. Steve is lean. Just like the other greasers, he's poor. He feeds himself. But he'll damn well buy Ponyboy a Pepsi and a candy bar to keep him happy for lunch. But we don't ever get to know what Steve eats. Other than the chocolate cake, Steve doesn't seem to eat much. We know that Two-Bit has beer and chocolate cake for breakfast when at the Curtis', but he's got a mother at home that most definitely feeds him. We know how the Curtis' eat, we know kind of how Dally likes his food, we know that Johnny eats what he needs to. But Steve? No clue. He's a hungry teen like the rest of them. He's tall and muscular and needs to eat his fill. But you know damn well that he'd kill for Ponyboy. He likely makes minimum wage and works only part time. Sure, he gets money from his father, but there's not much there. In today's money, that's quite a lot for an apology, but it probably goes to gas and food. Otherwise, Steve takes care of Ponyboy in the exact same ways that Sodapop does. But Ponyboy doesn't appreciate it at all because it's Steve, and he thinks Steve hates him. And all Steve wants is to have a day with his best friend without Soda bringing Pony along. It's not much to ask for.

Also, Ponyboy casually sits on Steve's car when the Socs approach him later on in the book. He wouldn't do that if Steve would skin him for it. Steve is amazing with cars, he can drive anything on wheels. He'd take good fucking care of his car, greaser or not. Two-Bit's breaks go out on his car, but Steve is never seen to have a problem with his. If he's letting Ponyboy sit on his car and lets him BREAK A BOTTLE ON IT, you know damn well Steve loves that kid. Sure, there were Socs. But he and Two-Bit were backing Pony and Steve could have given him hell right after. And he didn't. Ponyboy is the little brother Steve never had. The gang is the family he deserved but never got. He's allowed to raid the damn fridge. I'm sure if Tim Shepard did that he'd get some odd looks. But Steve is one of them. As much of a side character as he is, Steve is always one of them. He's never faced with disdain from the others. It's all just Ponyboy. Soda was only ever mad at Steve once and there weren't many disagreements other than maybe one time when he called Darry "all brawn and no brain." Clearly there's SOMETHING about Steve that makes him one of them. There's SOMETHING that makes him Sodapop's best friend. Ponyboy is just a younger teen who can't see what the gang does for him. In the movie, do you see the excitement and love in Steve's general demeanor when he enters the Curtis household? He feels completely at home there. Even though Darry almost shattered his jaw once, he feels safe. Not a hint of discomfort. He feels comfortable enough to go into Darry's bedroom, where Soda's jeans are after he ironed, and start a pillow fight with Darry's pillows. Steve is at home there. He never snubs Ponyboy. He pokes fun at him, but he's never actually a jerk like he's portrayed to be. But he is cocky. He's confident. He's a little self centered.

But how could he not be? He never had a mother to tell him he was handsome growing up. His father never kissed his nose to reassure him it wasn't too big or wonky. His mother was never there to tell him that his smile was gorgeous. Steve never got that validation growing up, so he acts like he's the best. But he doesn't think that. Sure, he's confident in himself. But that's a learned skill. You don't just pop out the womb all confident. You get it from yourself and the people around you. The gang are all confident and loud around each other, so Steve is loud and confident too. He loves himself because he taught himself that love. He got it from elsewhere, because his family wouldn't love him.

Steve is constantly fixing his hair. He can't have a single hair out of place. He's always worried about his appearance subconsciously. He lets himself be a gross dumb teenage boy with his pals, but he's also a self-conscious, smart kid who had to figure these things out at some point. And he had to figure it all out on his own.

Steve is incredibly intelligent. He knows what people are thinking and he knows what he's doing. He doesn't think Ponyboy has enough street smarts to be out on his own. He thinks Ponyboy is dumb for not using his head. But by god, Steve loves that kid to death. He probably knows that Ponyboy mostly hates him. He knows that Pony will still take the Pepsi and candy bars and rides to the DX even though he's hated. Steve knows damn well that he's not exactly a comforting presence to Ponyboy, despite always being stretched out on his couch and always being nearby due to his brother. Steve reassures Ponyboy that nothing bad will happen to him when he's put in the paper. But he says it like he doesn't believe it either. He just wants Pony to be okay, he knows that Ponyboy doesn't want his opinion. So he never says his opinion about the situation, he just states the facts about it and reassures Ponyboy that he wouldn't be put in a boys home. Steve's opinion isn't wanted at home and it isn't wanted by Ponyboy either. But Steve is used to that. He's good at keeping his mouth shut, just like Ponyboy is.

They're incredibly similar, but Ponyboy just hates to see it. They're both smart-mouthed greasers in their little gang of boys that all grew up together. They're both school smart, they're proud of being greasers and they do stupid shit. They go to the same school and eat at the same places, they travel together and they know enough about the other to not get clobbered. Steve protects Ponyboy, both physically and protects his feelings. They love sweet stuff and eat like horses. Steve and Ponyboy both love their hair and they both have an attachment to Sodapop.

But it's curious how Soda doesn't explode under all that pressure. Surely, he's venting to someone. To Steve, probably. But there's only so much Steve can do to help when Ponyboy hates him and Darry will shatter his jaw if Steve dares to call him dumb and burly, even if that does prove his point. All he can really do is listen as his family fights, just like at home. It's not fair to any of them, really.

And when Johnny and Dally die, Steve is heartbroken. They were his brothers, his friends, his gang. They were special to him like they were to everybody else. But he doesn't get to mourn. After the rumble, his ribs are broken and he's beat to all hell. But he still goes into a full sprint to get to Dally after Johnny dies. He still does what he can to protect his family. When Ponyboy is first jumped, he throws rocks at the car(and in deleted scenes, absolutely beats the shit out of the Socs inside) for Ponyboy's sake. That's his family. His home. He's not going to let anybody hurt his kid brother and get away with it.

Steve is scared of cops. He acts all brave and mighty, but when Dallas is shot, his hands go up and he's in absolute shock. He's shaking. He's scared that he'll be next. Because as hellish as his life is, he doesn't want to go just yet. Not like that he doesn't. But his father wouldn't care if he never showed back up home. That would just be another six or seven bucks saved for his next few cases of beer. He wouldn't have to feel guilty when his son showed back home if he didn't have a son to show. And Steve probably knows that. But that doesn't mean he wants to die too. He has the gang, what's left of it. He still has his best friend and his kid brother, his older brother and father figure who actually wants him to eat. He still has Two-Bit, but there were no jokes to be made at that point.

Steve is pretty sad, actually. He does what he can and yet it's never enough. Ponyboy still hates him, they don't grow closer after the deaths of two of their closest friends. Ponyboy still thinks Steve hates him. And Steve's father will continue to be a drunk; he wouldn't ask about Steve's day or wonder what was wrong. He would be passed out on the couch after too many beers, and Steve would have to deal with his grief on his own. Because his father wouldn't care and his mother isn't around. Because his home life is depressing and losing two of the gang feels like he lost more than that. Because the gang was all he had. His entire family. His father doesn't even count.

Why would he? His father makes him go run off to his best friend's house with nothing but the clothes on his back every damn week. His father would rather drink himself to death than care for his son. Steve is set up for failure in life, but he does what he can and then some. He's just not appreciated. At all.

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