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Just Another Day at the DX

Sodapop Curtis x Steve Randle Fandom: The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983) Synopsis: Soda teaches Steve how to flirt for a double date.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚A.N: sorry the fic is so short😭the stevepop lowkey isn't showing too but I'll try better next fic promise (school is killing me)

Includes — fluff ; slight ooc ; some Soda x Sandy bits ; inaccurate details of the time period cause I didn't do my research Word count – 906 words

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“So, whatchu gotta do is look ‘em right in the eye for just a split second and say, ‘Hey.’”

“H-hey,” said Steve, his voice dropping down a register in an attempt to be suave.

Soda burst out laughing. “Not like that. You gotta put more charisma in it, more… confidence, y’know what I mean? Like…” he put on a cool voice, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

The two exploded with laughter, echoing around the empty DX convenience store.

“I don’t get it. How d’you pick up more broads than me if we’re using the same methods?”

Soda smiled. “Dunno. Maybe stop calling ‘em ‘broads’ in public? It’s demeaning to women, y’know.”

Steve scoffed. “Must be your natural charms, then. I mean, if I was a girl I’d be head over heels for ya.”

Soda snorted, his ears tinted the faintest shade of red. Must’ve been the heat. “Aww, stop it you. People are gonna think we’re gay or something.” He leaned back against the counter. “‘Sides, the days of picking up broads are over for me. I’ve got the best girl in the whole wide world now—”

“Yeah, yeah, Sandy. You’re always been nonstop ravin’ bout how fantastic and pretty and funny she is for the past month. It’s as if you’re gonna outright marry her or sumthin’”.

Soda looked a bit stung. “What’s wrong with gettin’ married? I mean, I love her and she loves me, so why not speed up the process a bit?”

Flustered, Steve responded, “Now, I-I didn’t mean it like that. Just sayin’ that you can never be too cautious, ‘specially when it comes to marriage. Me myself, I could never imagine just settling down with one girl for the rest of my life.” He made a face of disgust.

“Relax Stevie.” Soda chuckled. “Since me and Sandy are goin’ out tomorrow night anyway, I can try to set you up with one of her friends. I think she’s ever mentioned one of ‘em before: name’s Evie, if I remember correctly. Rhymes with Stevie.” He winked.

Darn, thought Steve. His wink really does work on everyone.

“Alright, alright, break’s over lads. Get back to work!” hollered the manager.

“They both grumbled as they headed for the gas pumps outside.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Soda pushed open the door. “You in?”

Steve mulled it over for a while. He’d do anything to see Soda happy.

“Guess I’ve got nothing to lose.”

***

The next evening, Steve burst into the Curtis house, breathless from running, wearing his best double denim set.

“Close the door, will ya? Electricity don’t come for free, y’know,” yelled Darry from the dining table.

“Does anyone know where Soda is?” Steve huffed.

Soda emerged from his room. “What took you so long? We gotta go pick ‘em up by 7.” He did a double take on Steve. “And what on earth are you wearing?”

“What? They're my best jeans. Broads love double denim,” sniffled Steve.

Soda sighed. “They look like they’ve been through 3 rumbles unwashed. You’re all sweaty too… for Christ’s sake Steve, this is exactly why you never score a second date.”

“Well, you look cool by the way.” Steve took in Soda’s edgy leather jacket. “Did you borrow that from Darry?”

“Yeah… hey, maybe you could benefit from borrowing some clothes from my wardrobe.”

A few minutes later, Steve hopped in their borrowed T-Bird (courtesy of Buck), clad in Soda’s finest clothes (most of which would’ve been shamed by the Socs. It smelled like him. Steve thought that that could be helpful later.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“The movies,” said Soda casually. “Then dinner if we’re all still hungry after. By the way, we’re splitting the bill 50/50. Pay me back later.”

“What?! You—”

“We’re here!”

The ride to the movies was quite silent at the backseat after the initial small talk, while Soda and Sandy chatted away. Steve surveyed the girl. She had big doe-like eyes and soft curls from what he could tell by the streetlights. She had a pretty charming smile, like Soda’s, though it had since dropped when she first saw him.

“So, uhh… you like movies?”

“They’re fine,” she answered.

Soda mouthed the words ‘you’re doing great!’, then giggled with Sandy in the front seat. Buncha losers, Steve thought.

“You watch Paul Newman a lot? I know Soda’s kid brother does. Man, it sure is annoying sometimes when he goes on and on and on about it when I’m just trying to watch TV. What ‘bout you? D’you have a kid sibling or something? I don’t, but I consider Ponyboy kind of like my little brother sometimes… Okay, I’ll stop talking,” he said, noticing Evie’s deadpan expression.

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, she finally spoke. “I like cars.”

Steve’s expression instantly lit up. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve been saving up for years to buy my dream Ford, but they’re just so expensive these days…”

He sighed. “I get it. I work at the DX with Soda, so I get to be around ‘em all the time. I mostly do repairs, oil changes, stuff like that…”

“That’s really cool.”

“Hey, maybe you should come over sometime. I can show you the ropes, maybe even take a few out for a test drive. It’ll be cool.”

She smiled. Soda gave him another thumbs up and a smile.

Steve would do anything to see Soda happy.

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It Should've Been Me (I'll Wait for You in Purgatory)

Ponyboy dies AU

Fandom: The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983)

Synopsis: One more week until Johnny’s trial. One more week until his day of judgement. He wished he could speed up the process.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚A.N: Hi gang, I'm *ੈ✩‧₊˚A.N and I'm one of the writers in charge this week and this is my first fanfic on tumblr!! I apologize in advance for the wildly inaccurate depiction of SH and PTSD. If there are any criticisms, comments, or any messages please type that in the comments. By the way, requests are open right now so be sure to check that out :DD

TW: SH (self-harm), some su!c!dal thoughts

Includes — angst ; very ooc ; johnny x ponyboy may be implied if you read it that way

Word count — 808 words

“Stay gold, Johnny.”

Stay gold. Stay gold. Stay gold.

It shouldn’t have taken Pony’s death for its meaning to finally click in his head. Yet instead of dissolving along with the rest of those painful memories, the phrase just kept replaying, echoing throughout his otherwise empty mind.

It should’ve been me, not him.

Johnny curled up on his cardboard ‘bed’ in the juvie detention centre, far, far away from home. Gone with the Wind tucked under his makeshift pillow, as if tucking it away would preserve his memories in a jar.

“Stay gold. Stay gold. Stay gol-”

He’s done this multiple times before, usually when the voices get too loud. His hands instinctively reach for his neck.

It should’ve been me.

Palms crushing, flattening his windpipes. Why didn’t I say anything? Grip tightening whenever another memory dared to teeter at the edge of his consciousness. Those kids weren’t worth his life. Brain pandemonium. My life will never compensate for his.

This is hell.

This is the only way I can atone for the sin of being alive.

This is the only way to get those damned voices to shut-

His hands gave way, weary arms dropping onto the mattress. Johnny cursed his poor eating habits. This would’ve been quicker if they hadn’t taken away half the stuff in this room. 

“This isn’t your fault, Johnny.”

False. He never said that. He bit his hand, hard, until little ruby beads of blood emerged, then marked another x on the wall calendar. One more week until the trial, he thought. One week closer to seeing you again.

*** Nightmares always look like this.

The flames that blanketed the church, now consuming him. He was tied to the wooden walls, like being burned at the stake, the fire ravaging his body, coursing through his blood, becoming one.

Perhaps it was Pony don’t even mention his name who said that people can’t feel in their dreams. And perhaps it was his guilt that was consuming him rather than the flames. The flame-guilt becomes one with his soul, enveloping it deep into his sleep.

“This is all your fault, Johnny.”

Johnny knows. Ponyboy or the voice in his head has tirelessly reminded him every night. His voice still stings like it did on that fateful day. He could barely make out the outline of Pony’s face in the flames, trying to slip through his memories. I’m slowly forgetting your face.

‘I know it is,’ he whispered in his dreams, ‘so let me join you in the life after this.’

“Save me. What are you doing just standing there?”

Hot tears trickled down his cheek, synonymous with the feeling of the flames licking his skin. It was no use to struggle against these restraints — he learnt that lesson the hard way long ago.

‘I can’t save you. It’s too late.’

“So it’s no use. You can’t save me in the past, so you’ll just keep on living the present like nothing’s worth saving anymore.”

‘You don’t get it. Losing you was losing everything.’

“You still have time to fix your mistakes. Tell Dally to see a sunset. I don’t think he’s ever really seen one.”

‘Easy for you to say. It should’ve been me. You’re the one who gets to die and finally leave this damn world behind, while I am tortured day and night by the sheer memory of you. Don’t you get it? Sunsets ain’t the same without you, and it will never be. 

Nothing gold can stay.’

Silence. The flames flickered for a minute, exposing Pony’s peroxide blond hair.

“I’ll always be here, Johnny. In the afterlife. I’ll wait for you in purgatory, no matter how long it takes, so that our souls can be cleansed at the same time. But the Greasers still need you. They still need you — Soda and Dally and Darry and the others.

Please… do this for me. 14 years ain’t enough.” Pony’s voice cracked like it did when he said it in the hospital. “It ain’t enough.”

Johnny choked. ‘And how will I know I won’t mess it up like the first time?’

Pony’s voice, faint into the dreamscape, whispered “It’s up to you to take that chance.”

The flames swallow them whole.

***

This is it, he thought. This is where I face my fate.

Standing outside the courtroom, he thought of what would happen if he failed. If he was charged guilty for the murder. Am I a murderer? Perhaps he’ll get executed if he’s lucky; then the game will finally be over, and he can reunite with Pony.

But maybe staying alive would be for the better. He still has debts owed, debts needing to be paid, even if it would mean staying in this endless limbo for a while.

This is the only way I can atone for the sin of being alive.

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I am Might.

I am Might. Might might might. Might saw mighty mice with mighty frighty thighs. Might might be a homo. Homosapien? Might might be. Might might might. Mighty Might, mights on lice. Mighty lice dies on rice, Fries dice pies. Mighty might might.

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Ruffled Hair

Katsuki Bakugo x Female!Reader Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo does not like being touched- at all. No one, apart from his mom and dad, never ever touched him unless absolutely necessary. He never let anyone do so. Not even his friends who he always dodged from whenever they tried to hug him. So why, out of everyone, her?

*+:｡A.N: honestly, I’ve always wondered whether his hair fluffy or not.. Especially when it looks spiky.. Hmmm I wouldn’t know either lolol!

Includes — fluff ; slight ooc? Word count – 920 words

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Everyone knows who Katsuki Bakugo was. He was like real dynamite, explodes everywhere he goes, and everyone’s affected. Everyone’s either annoyed, scared, perhaps even ignorant to his temper. No one wanted to deal with him, apart from his classmates of course.

But every single student, every single staff member knows this: He hates getting touched.

Even when his mom just ruffled his hair a little, he would still explode like a child throwing a tantrum. When his friends tried to hug him or put their arm around his shoulders, his palms would sparkle and pop, explosions popping off like how his anger’s boiling bubbles. He just didn’t like anyone touching him unless absolutely necessary. It was a fact to anyone who knows him that he absolutely hates physical touch.

Until a new student arrived during their second year.

Y.N was from Shiketsu High and had no idea who Katsuki Bakugo was. During her provincial exam with her peers and seniors in her first year, she had not interacted with the boy whatsoever. The fields were big and there were several contestants, it made sense that they never met. But, she did hear about him from one of her friends who took the exam. He described the student as crazy and unrefined, that he “fought unfairly,” which she doubted was true, knowing her friend’s personality.

So when she joined U.A, she thought that all her friend’s words were nothing but a hoax. Well, she was deeply wrong. Because when she said hi to Katsuki with a pat on the shoulder, he immediately grumbled and told her to “go the fuck away,” which stunned her. 

Who curses when they tell someone to go away? She thought.

Well, she didn’t really mind once she’d gotten used to hearing Katsuki cursed her out every, single, day. It was more annoying than insulting, really. Nonetheless, she continued to bother him with small talk, a short conversation here and there, and a little sudden attack to his stomach when he’s not paying attention. He would always get really angry at her, his hair puffed up like a pufferfish and his face as red as an apple. It was adorable, honestly. Seeing the boy flustered was something Y.N looked forward to every single day and he “hated” it.

To be frank, he didn't “hate” it. It was just annoying, that was all. Seeing her laugh after tricking him or whenever they were talking was something he took in as a trade for his sanity. A smile from her for his sanity when said shortly. Somehow, Y.N really picked up on his perspective. She never noticed how he would scoff like he actually cared, how he smiles whenever she tells a crazy story. She never noticed how his eyes stared at her with something you’d never seen on the boy. It was surreal, truly.

And she never noticed his feelings like her own until one day when she was hanging out at Katsuki’s house.

It was the whole gang’s persuasion that Katsuki Bakugo finally agreed to hang out at his house. It was a blast! Drinks, snacks, games, everything you would need for the perfect and exciting hang out at a friend’s house with laughs and smiles as rewards. Soon, it was late and everyone started to head out. All except L.N. She decided to stay back to help clean up and prepare dinner after Mitsuki asked her to help.

They were both in the living room, sitting on the floor and watching TV, when Y.N lifted her hand and ruffled his hair. She always wondered what the texture it would be. Would it be spiky? Fluffy? Oily? Out of curiosity, she moved her hand to his head. Katsuki was frozen, stunned. He turned, very slowly and you could see his face turning red in rage. That already started a pull on her face at the sight. “What?” she raised a brow.

Katsuki grumpily said, “Stop patting my head, my hair is everywhere.” He pushed her hand half-heartedly but he only felt her hand go back to his hair. “Don't worry. I know how hard it is for you to admit how much you like it.” Katsuki’s face turned redder.. Except it wasn’t from rage.

It was from embarrassment. She could tell by how his face didn’t scrunch up like when he’s angry. She could tell by how she saw no imaginary smoke come from his hair. He was embarrassed, and it was unexpected, even for her. “Are you.. Embarras-” “NO! You’re fucking weird, ass.” He turned away but was pulled back by the girl’s hands on his shoulders. “Nuh uh! You ain’t going away that easily!” She grinned. “You definitely like it! You just don’t want to admit it, don’t you?” She wiggled her eyebrows, trying to get something, anything from Katsuki, and she surely succeeded when she saw his cheeks turning redder and redder, even his ears had a hint of shaded red. “You are making a mess of my hair, bitch!” Y.N laughed, that sickening laugh that always twisted Katsuki’s stomach in a fuzzy way he never felt. “It’s already a mess!” she said as she ruffled it even further and didn’t stop even when her body was being pushed away by Katsuki.

There was no way Katsuki was going to admit it, no way! He will, never in his life, admit how much he likes his hair getting ruffled.

Not by anyone else.

By her. Just, her.

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Want Some Cake?

“Honey” Mitsukuni Haninozuka x Female!Reader Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club Synopsis: When Y.N decided to visit Haruhi’s school after a long time of not seeing her, she hadn’t expected her to be a host.. Surrounded by male students. She didn’t know whether to drag her sister out of the club or stay to see Haruhi in action. Along with her decision, a new element into the problem appeared right in front of him with sweets.

*+:｡A.N: Hello! I’m *+:｡A.N, one of the TradeMarked Writers! And I hope that this fanfic can be something that you, readers, will enjoy! Soo~ Enjoyy

Includes — Fluff ; slight ooc; platonic relationship ; reader’s appearance is androgynous Word count – 1470 words

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“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Can’t you go any faster?” A soft chuckle was heard from the other side of the line, making Haruhi pout. “Don’t laugh! I haven’t seen you in months!” She grumbled. Her older sister just laughed even harder, amused at the pouty voice she hears from the other side. “Just a few minutes, alright?” Haruhi sighed and said, “okay.. But don’t take too long!”

And just like that, the call ended smoothly. Y.N placed down her phone and continued to drive until the school appeared right in front of her. She drove to the gate, verified to enter, and found herself parked and outside, looking at the massive school in front of her. The school’s in Japan yet the school itself looked nothing like regular schools you’d see around cities. It looked European, with a hint of British influence. Ouran High School had unique colors: pink and purple on the roofs, and beige on the bricks. The colors matched well with the students’ uniforms that were a nice color of purple that wouldn’t burn your eyes.

The students were also unique, with quite a majority of them being from foreign countries. It was clear from their color of hair and eyes, as well as their features that you wouldn’t normally see on a native Japanese. It all made Y.N even more interested in the school.

Months prior, when Haruhi had just gotten accepted to Ouran with a full scholarship, Y.N was extremely uncertain about Haruhi going there. Yes, the school provided amazing education that could keep up with Haruhi’s high intelligence, but the students there were what worried the most. After all, rich students tend to be cocky, arrogant, full of themselves and would look down upon people who they deemed inferior. Y.N didn’t want her little sister to get bullied, especially now that she can’t protect her from them now that she already graduated from high school.

But from the weeks Haruhi’s been there, Y.N immediately noticed the sudden improvement in her social skills. From being completely introverted, Haruhi’s become more bright, more confident in herself. That’s when Y.N recognized that the school was perhaps something that would improve Haruhi’s education, as well as her social life.

Though, she needed to make sure that it continued that way, which is why she’d decided to visit Ouran High to see if Haruhi should truly continue studying there.

She walked in the long halls of European designs, being greeted by a few polite students as they walked past her. Soon, Fujioka found herself in front of the clubroom (according to what Haruhi told her) and pushed the door open. She did not expect to see the whole room be filled with young ladies giggling, drinking tea, and eating treats as they’re being served by the members of the club. Y.N could tell who those members were because they were wearing.. Unique clothing. Each member was wearing something you’d seen out of a medieval comic. Each wore a sophisticated suit, sewn with each members’ signature colors, with gold and gem accents that seemed to make them glow brighter than they already were. They looked like they were princes you’d find from a reverse-harem game. It was surreal.

And it was even more surreal when Y.N saw her little sister wear the exact same uniform. For her, it was a nice color of beige and several pink gems decorated her body. She doesn’t know whether those gems were real, but they shone in a way you’d be convinced they were. 

She walked towards Haruhi and stood behind her. “Haruhi..?” She asked, like she was uncertain. She was certain but it was still crazy to see her little sister in a suit. Haruhi turned around and was shocked and happy when she saw Y.N. “Ane san!” Haruhi jumped on Y.N, hugging her so tight it felt like she’ll never let go.

“Haru- You’re- uh-” Y.N’s groaning backed off Haruhi who apologized quickly. Hearing the small commotion, every member of the host club walked up to Haruhi and saw Y.N and couldn’t believe their eyes.

Y.N had quite a similar appearance to Haruhi except she looked more confident. What’s more, Y.N also had the same androgynous attractiveness as her little sister but it was more mature, more sophisticated. Especially with her current outfit being a semi-formal fit: a button up shirt with unbutton buttons and a red cardigan with only a button holding it together in the middle, and fitting black dress pants that just made the whole outfit look rich.

“Hey… who’s this?” Tamaki whispered to Haruhi who whispered back, “My older sister.” 

“Older sister?!”

“OLDER SISTER?!” The rest of the members yelled out in unison at the shocked statement from Tamaki. Y.N only laughed at their amusing unison. It lifted some of the unease she felt about Haruhi’s residence in Ouran.

“Hello, my name’s Y.N Fujioka. I’m Haruhi’s older sister. I’m glad you guys are taking care of her-” Haruhi punched her before she could say “her.” Y.N punched back and whispered. “What?! Why’d you punch me?” Haruhi paused. She hadn’t told her sister about her whole “girl secret identity” and now she wasn’t sure how to tell Y.N … and how she would react to the news. “Haruhi.” Ah, the girl knew the face on her older sister’s face. It was a fact that she’d always used to force her to spit out any sort of secret she’s holding from her.

It was really effective, especially when it’s been drilled into your head since childhood to always spill when she sees piercing angry eyes and gritted teeth.

“It’s a whole thing.. I’ll tell you later.” Y.N sighed. It was better than nothing, so she let it slide.

“Hey!” The young adult turned her head and looked down to see a little blonde boy who held a little teddy bear. “Hi?” she smiled, confused. “I’m Honey! Can I just say… you’re really pretty!” Y.N’s prior confusedness immediately faded away and was replaced with absolute joy. Perhaps the joy was from the fact a little boy just called her pretty. “Awh… thank you!” 

Haruhi then pulled Y.N in and whispered. “He’s a year younger than you.” Y.N turned her head towards Haruhi with wide eyes. She shouted in a whisper, “What?!” She turned back to Honey, then back to Haruhi, then back to Honey. Y.N was 19 which made Honey 18 years old.. The boy was only 4’10 feet tall! How was he 18?! Was what she thought.

The boy, noticing the intense confused stare from Y.N, blushed a bit with a cheeky smile. “Y.N chan!” Y.N looked down and was surprised to see a slice of strawberry shortcake right in front of her. It looked adorable, and had a hint of vanilla scent that lingered around them, added with the sweet sour smell that strawberries emitted. There was one big strawberry on top of the cake and she just eyed it, just like how Honey was eyeing it and struggling to hold himself back.

“Hehe.. you want some cake?” he asked, gesturing to her to take the cake with his signature cute smile.

Y.N took the cake from Honey and just stared at it. She knew that as a host, it was a norm to give such treats to guests.. But the way Honey, who was absolutely adorable, gave her the cake, made her stomach do backflips. She couldn’t explain it… it felt like a giddy feeling, a feeling that brought a genuine smile on her face. Fujioka grabbed the fork and took a bite of the cake and her tongue tasted the sweet strawberry jam mixed with the frosting, being mellowed down by the soft spongy cake. It was the perfect blend.

Honey just smiled with the same amount of happiness Y.N was feeling. He was happy to see someone who likes cake just as much as he does. Though, he still couldn’t stop staring at the big strawberry that still stood on top of the cake, and Y.N noticed his hungry stare. Without hesitation, she stabbed the strawberry with the fork and gave it to Honey.

Honey looked back from her to the strawberry repeatedly, his confused face turned into disbelief to utter joy. With his mouth wide, he ate the whole strawberry in one bite from Y.N’s fork, chewing while letting out a satisfied whine. “Is it good?” The boy nodded enthusiastically while hugging Usa-chan tighter.

Perhaps the community Haruhi is in is something to be considered as a good influence for her… and maybe Y.N herself could befriend a friend or two.