I’m gonna give vague descriptions/summaries of 3 outsiders fics that I will eventually write and ur gonna vote on which one you want first…okay?
1. Movie night with the gang, they’re watching some horror movie (despite Dally being the only one that’s actually good with horror) and Pony ends up slipping after about 30 minutes but the gang didn’t realize until halfway through the movie so someone (idk who but SOMEONE probably Dally or Soda ngl) is jsut like cuddling him through the rest of the movie and making sure he’s good and stuff (agere, little pony)
2. Like 1 or 2 months after Pony’s 21st birthday the gang finds a day where they’re all free (at least for the night) and they go to a bar, Pony gets WASTEDDDDDD and like they go to Steve’s house to play some games and spend the night and stuff and like Pony accidentally tells Steve that he lowk likes him and then they kiss and live happily ever after
3. Johnny x Bob Sickfic where like Johnny is sick like really sick like bedridden sick okay you get the point and Bob is (surprisingly) really good at taking care of him it doesn’t make sense with their dynamic but I like it
I was not aware the autistic Steve fans were this ravenous
I need feedback bad y'all and I ain't got no beta sooo, tumblr it is
Steve has always been different.
Ever since he was a kid, he knew something was wrong. Well, not really wrong, just...not normal.
His dad said he came out fucked up. He didn't cry at all the day he was born, just stone faced the whole time. The doctors thought he was dead until he glared at one of them.
Then came the rest of his development.
Speech, walking, even other simple milestones—it all came late for him. His mom wanted to take him to the doctor, but his dad refused. He didn't want to admit his son might be...
So, his parents learned to work with his weirdness. His mom sat with him every single day, teaching him how to talk, how to act. His dad would grin and ruffle his hair whenever he managed to meet a stranger's eyes, or when he managed to say more than two words to anyone.
Slowly, Steve learned how to be normal.
Then, his ninth birthday came and went, as did his mom. She found a new man, a new family, and a new life that made her happier than Steve and his dad ever could.
Dad got mean, after that.
He drank and he drank and he didn't do much else other than that.
No longer did he ruffle Steve's hair or grin proudly when he choked out a sentence. There were no more comments about how Steve was an old chip off the block or how he was "going places."
Home was no longer home. It was a place of misery and pain. Any love or care had been packed away in his mother's suitcase.
His only escape from it was school.
Steve got bullied a lot. Like, a lot. Sometimes, he didn't even understand he was getting bullied. He didn't know how to see past the fake smiles and strained laughter. Kids thought he was weird, which he guesses is pretty fair.
Normal kids didn't struggle to look people in the eyes. They didn't flap their hands and make weird noises. They definitely didn't have freak-outs over the feeling of the jerseys they made them wear during gym.
Safe to say, he wasn't popular.
That didn't matter to him, though. He didn't go to school to make friends or play games. It didn't matter if he spent recess sitting alone, or if no one chose to be his partner during class.
There was one class, one thing he was good at.
Math class was his safe haven. Numbers didn't have unspoken rules or hidden feelings. Math had simple rules, the order of operations were the same every time.
Steve loved math class more than anything. It's fitting that he met Sodapop Curtis during math class.
Soda is abysmal at math. If you gave him a problem like two times two, he'd somehow end up with twelve. The nine-year-old blonde was struggling with his math worksheet. They had just started learning fractions, and it seemed Steve was the only one who wasn't suffering.
Soda had glanced over, only to see that Steve was completely done.
"Woah! You're already done?!"
Steve swore he almost had a heart attack.
After confirming Soda was, in fact, talking to him, he kind of freaked out. Usually people just ignore him, when they aren't insulting him or trying to get him to do their work.
Soda wasn't like that.
To this day, Steve has no idea why Soda chose him to talk to. Everyone in class loved him. The teachers all thought he was charming. He could've been best friends with anyone, and yet, he chose Steve.
Soda is the first person who didn't mind Steve's differences. In fact, he encouraged them. Soda was the first person who really saw him.
The second? Mrs. Curtis.
See, Steve doesn’t do too well with meeting new people. He damn well almost started crying when he had to greet Soda’s entire family in one day. Mrs. Curtis looked down at him. Dirty, bruised, trembling, and on the verge of tears. She ushered him right into the kitchen, away from the noise.
He helped her make dinner that night.
She didn’t say a word when he flapped his hands at the nice feeling of washing his hands. She shushed him gently when he shrieked over the terrible texture of her hand towels.
“Breathe, little one. It’s alright. The feeling will go away,” She said gently.
That easy understanding was everything to him.
Darrel Sr made him wary. But, the man met his awkward silence and fidgeting with a ruffle of his hair and a grin.
“Quiet one, ain’t ya? We need some quiet around here.”
Darry Jr didn’t like him none. Not at first, at least.
He complained (loudly) to his parents about Steve not using his manners. Then, he complained about him not answering his questions. Then, he complained some more about Steve’s weird rocking in his chair.
Mrs. Curtis had to pull him aside and explain that Steve was different.
“Ya need to be more gentle with him. He ain’t like the other kids. He just needs a little extra patience. Can you be patient for me, hun?”
Darry had puffed out his chest, taking it as a challenge. All of a sudden, Steve was getting bullied a lot less. All because Darry Curtis—the biggest, most loved kid in their school—was now his friend.
It kinda rocked, honestly.
Pony was a completely different challenge. He was just a little kid, and Steve kind of hated him. He was clingy, loud, and perpetually sticky. And, for some reason, he loved Steve.
Whenever he saw Steve, he immediately yelled and whined until he was picked up by him. No matter who else was holding him, he always wanted Steve.
So, suddenly, Steve was stuck with a toddler forever in his arms.
At least it gave Pony some incentive to take baths, since Steve wouldn’t hold him if he was gross. Mrs. Curtis seemed to like it, considering all the pictures she would take.
As they all grew, things stayed pretty much the same.
Yeah, Pony eventually didn’t want to be held anymore, but that was no skin off Steve’s back. Darry still watched out for him, and Soda was still his best friend in the whole world.
Then, came Two-Bit. Keith at the time. Darry brought him home one day, and he just never left.
Keith was a jokester, and he loved pranks. He also loved dragging everyone else into his pranks. Steve was not fond of this.
He hated breaking the rules more than anything. Being in trouble was a surefire way to get him to break down. So, of course, Keith dragged him into some prank on a teacher.
Steve got served detention for the very first time in his life.
He had the meltdown of the century. Screaming, crying, and thrashing. The teacher was beyond annoyed at this point, and tried to grab him and drag him to the office.
Keith shoved her away, screaming, “Don’t touch him!”
For the next few minutes, Keith served as his shield. No staff could get close to him, not until Darry and Soda showed up. The Curtises showed up to advocate for him. It was incredibly satisfying to hear Mr. Curtis chew out the teacher for manhandling him while he was in distress.
It almost made up for how bad his dad beat him for the scene he caused.
This is all to say, Steve has never been normal. Not even for a moment in his life. The gang accepts that, and they don't expect anything different from him. He's content just the way he is.
something something something, yada yada, Steve gets diagnosed and everyone is happy
pony dies instead of johnny, johnny js got the same injuries as pony in cannon, dally doesnt die. sodapop ALMOST dies/commits, but his saving grace is steve (stevepop maybe) and like darry is feeling the GUILT bc if he didnt slap pony, he wouldnt have run away n gotten himself killed, now he and soda have no kid brother :( and like the whole gang is grieving n shit
but like
based off The Best by Conan Gray🥹🫰
"Maybe it's all in my mind
But swear if I saw you tonight
We could make peace with it, not have to sleep with it
Haunting me all of the time
I'd take back the shit that I said
When I was so pissed that you left
I could make peace with it, finally sleep with it
Finally wish you the best"
(im milking this song for all its worth) ((PAUSE)) (sorry im ashamed)
OKAY so I kind of very loosely based this fic off the song... But uhm you get it don't worry...
I'm too lazy to post it here sooo
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I’m gonna give vague descriptions/summaries of 3 outsiders fics that I will eventually write and ur gonna vote on which one you want first…okay?
1. Movie night with the gang, they’re watching some horror movie (despite Dally being the only one that’s actually good with horror) and Pony ends up slipping after about 30 minutes but the gang didn’t realize until halfway through the movie so someone (idk who but SOMEONE probably Dally or Soda ngl) is jsut like cuddling him through the rest of the movie and making sure he’s good and stuff (agere, little pony)
2. Like 1 or 2 months after Pony’s 21st birthday the gang finds a day where they’re all free (at least for the night) and they go to a bar, Pony gets WASTEDDDDDD and like they go to Steve’s house to play some games and spend the night and stuff and like Pony accidentally tells Steve that he lowk likes him and then they kiss and live happily ever after
3. Johnny x Bob Sickfic where like Johnny is sick like really sick like bedridden sick okay you get the point and Bob is (surprisingly) really good at taking care of him it doesn’t make sense with their dynamic but I like it
I love Pony and Two-Bit's friendship! When Johnny says Pony's starting to act more like Two-Bit everyday, it definitely gives off the vibe of a kid picking up the habits of the person they spend the most time with :)
The leaves on the ground crunched and crumbled as Pony stepped on them. He walked down the sidewalk, through the gate, and a few more feet to reach a grave- two graves.
“Hey, Johnny, Hey, Dal.” Pony said, sitting with his legs criss crossed. He gently placed two small ice creams from Dairy Queen on the ground and a take away container of fries. “I finally finished my book. It’s about all of us greasers, and a couple of socs. Y’all ain’t here to read it for yourselves no more so I’ll read it to you- and yes Dal, it’s a bit lengthy.” He chuckled to himself. It was the type of thing he’d say when he read to them in the past.
“When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home...”
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