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newtkive · 3 months

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shift shenanigans - s1 social media au

note: jus for fun ! may or may not do more parts.

warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes from richie sry

part two

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chefboyardee: my friends! i love my friends! the two on the right more than the left (i’m joking i promise) 😁😁😁😁

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syd_adamu: brave of you to call him your friend y/n

↳ chefboyardee: boss man carmy save me

↳ syd_adamu: oh.. :///

marcus.brooks11: you did me so dirty, friend.

↳ chefboyardee: love you marcus you look spectacular

↳ marcus.brooks11: don’t start

richietheking: Where am I?

↳ chefboyardee: ya motha

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richietheking: Getting sh$!t done.

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marcus.brooks11: This is coolllddd.

↳ richietheking: You already know it man.

syd_adamu: this is actually crazy

carmyberzatto: can you show this on instagram? i think you should delete this.

↳ richietheking: Delete your life.

chefboyardee: come down to the beef for a number 6 the occy way 💯 the safest joint on the block 🤑💯we are 🔛🔝

↳ richietheking: Eyyy I know that’s right.

↳ carmyberzatto: please don’t advertise this.

WE HAVE THE BEEF 🥩

[ 8:25 am ]

y/n:

bruh im about to lose it. heads up when you guys get to work.

marcus: that catering order is about to be crazy

DO NOT REPLY: These white boards are stressing me out.

syd: we know, probably giving you ptsd from not finishing high school

DO NOT REPLY: Fuck you I did finish it.

y/n: oh i gotta change ur contact name richie

richie poo: ????? What

y/n: it was ‘DO NOT REPLY’ lols

marcus: valid

syd: real

richie poo: What? Why?! That’s so rude

y/n: cuz you piss me off

and you kept blowing up my phone yesterday

richie poo: You weren’t answering, and we needed help at the cook out.

syd: the one where you poisoned everyone?

richie poo: Fuck off.

y/n: when i’m off work, i’m off work.

marcus: don’t let carmy hear that, y/n

y/n: don’t remind me

syd: he’s trying at least, go easy on him. he really has great ideas

richie poo: You mean you have great ideas in that little notebook

tina: Never trust a broad with a notebook.

syd: hey! i’m just being helpful

y/n: do you guys think my ig post will hurt carmys feelings

marcus: it would make me a little sad if i were him, but i don’t think he cares

y/n: great i’m gonna cry now

syd: i doubt he even saw it y/n it’s fine

richie poo: Check the work chat. Cousin is in a mood.

y/n: oh great

tina: Help us all.

syd: be nice you guys

WORK

[ 9:15 am ]

carmy: Everyone, we have huge catering orders tomorrow to prep for today. Please get here as soon as you can, the earlier you clock in the better. Additionally, please be careful what you post on social media. I don’t want people to get the wrong impression

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

syd: ok sounds good

richie poo: Cool it, Cousin. What’s the issue with the social media

tina: I use FaceBook. That not allowed now??

carmy: Tina, you’re fine. I’m talking about those who post work things on public accounts

marcus: facebook is crazy

richie poo: I can’t go private

y/n: he needs the likes

richie poo: No I’m disabled from doing so. Not sure why

y/n: liar

richie poo: 😑I don’t like you

carmy: Then please don’t post pics of yourself posting up with a gun and an air horn outside of my shop anymore.

marcus: that pic was fire can’t lie

carmy: Well, it’s bad for business.

richie poo: Fine, whatever

y/n: carmy

carmy: What, Y/n?

y/n: is this because of my caption on my post i’m sorry i promise i wasn’t being for real

carmy: I don’t care Y/n.

y/n: is that code for ‘i care a lot and i’m crying in the office right now and that’s why the door is closed’

syd: ? why the oh

y/n: he opened the door and yelled no 🤨 but i think i saw red eyes

carmy: Please get back to work and I’ll comp a meal for you later

y/n: OMG yes chef 😍

richie poo: Inappropriate emojis and you shouldn’t have to incentivize her to work

y/n: shut up acting like HR i’m gonna beat your ass

jealousy is ugly which is why you have that mug on your face

carmy: Stop

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

i heard your giggle tho

richie poo: Again with the schizo episode

syd: you can’t say that richie

richie poo: Oh sorry

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binniebakery · 4 months

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lights off

College AU Bestfriend!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader .. not exactly fluff! kinda suggestive? ♡ Warnings: thunder? rain? ig being in the dark? my first time writing kissing .. my first time actually writing ANYTHING so it might be bad im so sorry guys ♡ A/N: this is my first little fic (if you could call it that)! i literally hate it but i think i got the point across LOLL regardless i hope someone will enjoy please lmk what you think <3 lowercase intended + not proofread ~

7:32 pm. sighing softly, you placed your phone that was softly playing your favorite tunes back down on the small table over your lap. you tapped your pencil on the table in frustration as you once again for the fifth time readjusted your legs on the bed of your best friend's bedroom. time was going by excruciatingly slow and it didnt help that this math problem was taking you a million years to solve. the sun had already set outside and heading back to your dorm seemed less favorable by the minute. hearing a soft shuffle from the other side of the room you looked up at your best friend. rain began to patter outside. looks like you'll be staying for longer than you intended. beomgyu, who had his deep-colored headphones on was moving his head to the music as he wrote down notes from his study guide. his hair softly wrapped around his features most attractively. you began to mentally trace the lines of his nose, his eyes… his lips.. the dim lighting of the room adding more charm to his aura. "y/n..? are you okay? i could feel you burning holes into my head." beomgyu said as he shook off his headphones to fully put his attention was on you. snapped out of your daze, you mentally kicked yourself as you felt embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. how long had you been staring at him for..? "sorry gyu. if i was staring i didnt mean to" you softly laughed, trying to seem nonchalant and cool about the situation. beomgyu, seeing your embarrassment, chuckled at your reaction. "youre okay, i know you look at me because im cute" he grinned and you rolled your eyes. "oh shut up! you know i was daydreaming. i cant focus on this assignment anyways, its too hard. i think im gonna just finish it tomorrow." you smiled as you threw a pillow at him. he was always cheeky when he had the opportunity. anything to see you react. "daydreaming? so you do think im cute?" he grinned wider after recovering from your pillow attack. you huffed and placed the table that was on your lap onto the ground. "you know youre so-.. ugh and what if i do think you're cute?! what would you even do about it, huh?" you retaliated as you sat on the edge of his bed, now fully facing him. you faked a pout as you were feeling a bit bolder than usual today. your homework giving you enough pent-up rage to have the energy to give in to his bickering.

"okay well i dont know how much truth there is to that but if you really meant that id probably kiss you." your eyes widened at his response. you see beomgyu's face turn into an unreadable expression. he hadnt realized you were only half joking and fully meant the compliment, but it was too late and by the time he caught wind that you were actually flustered he felt his stomach flip. even he was shocked by his own words. he slipped. had he said too much? after a few seconds of silence that felt like minutes. the rain outside seemed to get louder. his eyes finally met yours and you looked away. you felt your heart pounding at the thought of you saying too much. both of you overthinking the situation and awkwardness that you both never have had before taking place. you and beomgyu have never had an awkward moment like this. normally you both laugh things off but this time felt different. "you trust me right?" his voice sounded sincere. this tone was rare for you to hear from him but you knew immediately he was being genuine with his question. "h- huh? yeah of course.. why?" you responded. "okay well.." you noticed beomgyu was now fiddling with his headphones, it seemed like he was turning all the gears in his head to get out what he wanted to say. "y/n.. theres a chance you may have not been telling the truth but if you were- look regardless if you meant it, i meant what i said." you could feel your stomach turning. he hardly flirted with you but when he did it always felt different from his usual teasing. you never said anything though, in fear of ruining your friendship. yet you always thought about what it would be like if he also returned the feelings you felt.

the room's atmosphere seemed to change. suddenly you were both hyper-aware of his neon led light being the only source of light aside from his computer. your playlist had stopped and the silence felt unbearable. in one swift move, he stood up, and turned off the led light on his wall.

the room was a lot darker now, his computer screen's light being the only way of telling you what he was going to do next. you watched as he plopped down next to you. he was so close that you could see the slight tinge of pink on his ears. your senses began to be filled with the light scent of his cologne. "i.. look- the only way i can say or do this is if the lights are off- im not trying to be weird its just you make me so nervous.. i cant look at you." he mumbled as he looked at your hands resting on your lap. it was so dark and both your hearts were racing. "gyu.. " was all you could muster with his hands now softly on yours.

"can i…" beomgyu began as he leaned in closer, only centimeters away from your face. his eyes staring intently into yours. he had this look of pure admiration, nervousness and love. it was all too surreal. realizing what he was asking, you silently nodded as you stared at his lips. he pressed his forehead on yours, the thick tension in the air causing your body to tingle in anticipation. as you felt his hair softly tickle your features from him leaning in, your lips connected. he kissed you oh so softly as he held your cheek gently. your hands, as if moving on their own, were softly placed on his arms. his lips softly moving along your own. he was patient. it felt as if he was waiting for you to respond, unsure if what he was doing was okay with you. you moved your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, causing him to sigh. it was all he needed to know you felt the same. his hands moved to your waist as you settled your fingers into his long hair. softly pushing him towards you to intensify the kiss. all that could be heard was the rain outside aside from the soft exchange of sighs and hands roaming. "ive liked you for so long.. you have no idea.." he began between kisses. it was all passionate, slow, and tender as if he was handling you like glass. his hands pulled your waist impossibly closer to his. he separated first, leaving you craving for more. "trust me, i liked you so much i was so scared you didnt feel the same way despite you teasing me the way you did." you chuckled as you pecked his cheek. "you drive me insane.." he softly spoke. "y/n, every time i tried to say something.. my brain just went to mush.. its so bad i swear. i could only be this confident with the lights off.." beomgyu laughed as his eyes began to trail your facial features. he was admiring every curve and feature, and at that point, both your faces were impossibly red. "gyu.. can you just.. kiss me again..?" your voice came out hardly a whisper. "i like you so much i feel like im going insane from the way you just confessed." he smiled fondly at your words and nodded, leaning in once again. as soon as your lips touched you could both practically feel the electricity pouring through your bodies. as if on cue, thunder struck the moment you connected again. your arms wrapped impossibly tight around him, slightly tugging and playing with his hair. his arms remained at your waist, slightly circling over the shirt you wore. you could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric.

his tongue slightly swiped along your lips for permission, and you parted your lips in response. having his tongue explore your mouth had your brain going numb. time felt like it had stopped, with just the rain as your only witness to the quiet whispers and confessions that only you two could hear. when you both finally were running out of breath, you separated with beomgyu looking into your eyes. you stared back, lips equally as glossy as his. "are you.. going back to your dorm yet?" thunder struck once again, as if responding to his question. you smiled. "its raining a little too hard dont you think?" beomgyu chuckled, realizing how silly his question was. "yeah. youre right, i think you should stay." you bit your lip as you pulled off each other, both of you immediately missing the warmth. beomgyu shook his head fixing his now fluffed hair thanks to you as he ran his fingers through. he then stood up to turn the led light he had turned off previously back on. "so.. how about we watch a movie?" he spoke as the light clicked. you could almost burst into laughter from the question given the events that just happened a minute prior. give it to choi beomgyu, your best friend, to turn a situation less awkward by simply being his charismatic self. the personality you fell for since day one of knowing him.

"sure gyu, but.." you trailed off, shy about what you were about to say next. honestly, could this get any more awkward? "yeah?" he turned to you and tilted his head in that attractive way he does. "leave the lights off." you looked at him with a shy smile. he flushed at your words. and for the last time again, lightning struck. "yeah.. lights off" he replied, led light clicking once again.

#tomorrow x together #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt scenarios #txt imagines #beomgyu x y/n #BakeryTreat♡

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nyasstars · 9 months

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infrunami - yang jeongin🦋

"you're a shitty friend"

synopsis. jeongin has been pining over a girl in his class for years now. until he realizes that the true love of his life was always right in front of him.

cw : hurt/angst, non idol!collegejeongin x fem!collegereader, unrequited feelings, mutual pining (eventually), slow burn?, cursing, eventual fluff, hurt feelings, reader is referred to as JJ (cs why not)

wc: 1.7k

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after Felix had walked you back to your apartment, you lazily plopped down onto the couch beside Yuna. "how was the studio?", she asked, never looking up from her phone. "I quit the team" you huffed. "Felix did too"

"wait seriously? why?" she gawked at you while tilting her head. "we just.. hated it. the leader was so obnoxious and she just had no regards for anyone else." she nodded and shrugged, "I met her once, actually. she was in a course I was taking. dropped it the next day"

"I'm not surprised, anyone who meets her probably wants to rip their hair out. I'm gonna go take a shower" you clapped, using all your strength to stand up. "you should. you stink" she twisted up her face at you. flipping her off, you walk towards the bathroom.

your shower had left you feeling refreshed, although it felt like all your energy had gone down the shower drain. it took your remaining energy to get out of the shower and get dressed. you dropped your phone onto the nightstand beside your bed and with a sigh and heavy eyelids, you laid on your bed and started to consume yourself in your thoughts. Felix and the dance team.. you were still in shock that he'd actually left the team just because you did. then Christopher, or Chan, how had you never known about him?

a buzz from your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. you grabbed your phone with a sigh. the contact that once made the heat rise up to your face now make you huff in slight annoyance. unlocking your phone, you responded to the message.

innie <3 : hey, how was the library? did you guys get any work done?

you : absolutely no work was done 😭 how was your "study" session with soojin?

innie <3 : well our STUDY session got cut short and we didn't get to finish.

you : didn't finish ?😏 I wonder why, maybe it's because you guys stopped midway to make out

sending that message ignited a pang in your chest. the thought of them being together romantically and soojin getting the one thing you've wanted since high school broke your heart.

innie <3 : okay you are gross 😭 but no, it's because she had to go to work so we were gonna meet up tomorrow to finish it.. is it cool with you?

you : of course, I mean you don't have to ask my permission to hang out with her lmao

innie <3 : cool.. so how was your day? didn't you have dance today? how was it?

it angered you that after blowing you, and the rest of your friends, off, he just asked about your day like it was nothing. it angered you that after he had ignored you all day after class, he could just talk to you. it angered you that your heart warmed at the thought of him still wanting to know about your day.

you : quit lmao 😭

innie <3 : what the hell? why? I thought you loved dancing

you : I do, trust me. it was just the team and chaeryoung were so unbearable. she's so obnoxious for no reason

innie <3 : I get it. im sorry though, I know you'll find another team that's worthy of your talent <3

you sighed, solely because you knew that no matter what he did, you could never stay mad at him. and that no matter what he did, you'd always love him. and that no matter what, he wanted soojin and not you.

you : thanks innie. but can we talk tomorrow? im exhausted lol

innie <3 : of course. love you!! goodnight <3 read 9:47pm

its not like you were lying. you were tired. but you couldn't find it in you to respond to his last text because you knew he didn't mean it the way you did. you slid your phone back onto the nightstand and succumbed back to your thoughts.

but before you knew it, fatigue took you over and you had fallen asleep.

"why do you hate her so much?" jeongin shouted in your face, his naturally calm demeanor now replaced by anger and disdain. "it's like ever since you found out I liked soojin, all you do is talk shit about her, judge her, and get mad when we hang out."

tears began to brim in your eyes but you didn't dare let them fall; refusing to let him see how much he was hurting you. "I just don't like her, okay? do I have to like her just because you do?"

"but you can't give me a single valid reason as to why you don't like her!! as my best friend, I expected you to support me." he throws his hands up in frustration. you opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn't. the words were at the tip of your tongue, yet you couldn't force them out. the real reason you hated his crush so much -because it wasn't you. "I- I just can't. im sorry innie." you whisper.

"you're a shitty friend" he scoffs before walking away.

gasping, you sit up and immediately hug your knees. hot tears roll down your face, you'd been crying. was it possible to cry in your sleep? you needed to talk to somebody - anybody. when you grabbed your phone - it read 3:23am, and scrolled through your contact list, your finger hovered above his a little longer than it should have. you wanted to talk to him but if you did, then you'd have to explain to him what the dream was about.

you placed your phone to your side and laid back down, staring at the off-white ceiling. you slowly drifted back into your thoughts, seemingly unable to fall back asleep. but it was as though he consumed your every thought.

you wanted to buy new clothes, he has an amazing sense of style. you needed new decorations for your room, shopping with him is so funny. Christopher has such cute dimples, but nobody's dimples are cuter than jeongin's.

he consumed your every thought. every hope and dream. every time you considered the future, there was no way for you to think about it without seeing him. when you closed your eyes, you saw his smile and the way his eyes disappeared as they folded into crescents.

grabbing your phone, it read

Saturday, November 10th, 10:12am

with droopy eyelids and dried tears, you trudged to the bathroom in a failed attempt to shower which resulted in you simply standing under the shower head for almost twenty minutes. after you got out and got dressed, you headed straight for the couch and plunged onto it. "you look awful" yuna gawked at you from the kitchen, peering over the counter.

"well good morning to you too Yuna. and I know, I didn't sleep" you groan, dramatically throwing your head back. "I think I'm gonna go to the campus cafe, wanna come?" you quirk your head up

"nah, I have to get back to the library."

nodding, you go back to your room and grab your wallet. "text me if you want anything." you shout on your way out the door. the breeze of the november wind sends chills down your spine as goosebumps paint your arms underneath your sweater. similarly to when you'd been walking to the library, the leaves danced under the spell of the wind, sweeping the ground you walked on and flying about.

when you'd finally arrived at the campus cafe after what felt like an eternity, you shivered at the stark contrast of the warmth of the cafe mixed with the succulent scent of coffee versus the cool wind from outside. after ordering, you stood to the side to await your drink when you heard a familiar voice ordering as well. when he walked over to you, he smiled, showing off his dimples.

"we've got to stop meeting like this", you smiled. "hi Christopher" he reminded you so much of jeongin. the way his eyes disappeared when he grinned, a smile so heartwarming and dimples that you swore made your eyes turn into hearts. "hi JJ", he grinned. "how are you?"

"exhausted. I know I look rough." you giggle. "didn't get much sleep last night?" he tilted his head, concern plastered on his face. when you nod in response, he continues. "I know what that's like."

"life must be so difficult as an RA. how many all nighters do you have to pull?" you glaze, dramatically pretending to sympathize with him as you both grabbed your drinks after your names were called.

he throws his head back, loudly laughing. "do you want to sit down? I don't have anywhere to be right now" he offers, gesturing towards an empty table. following him to the table, you sit down to continue your conversation. "so, tell me all about the secret life of being an RA" you smile, taking a sip of your espresso (caffeine addict)

he laughs again, "well I will have you know that im not only an RA. im also a producer. my friends and I are a music trio. and im no stranger to all nighters" he shrugs.

"oh really? what's your name? I'd love to listen in sometimes" you ask, genuinely intrigued. he goes on to tell you more about himself, his hobbies, his friends, his major, etc.

by the time he finished talking, you felt like you had known him your whole life. "so tell me about yourself. I feel like I've been talking about me this whole time" he smiles again, taking a sip of his tea.

"okay well, im a psychology major, considering switching to pre-med. im also a dancer and I love music..." you went on to tell him more about yourself when he interjected. "you dance? what team are you on?" he tilts his head.

"well... im not currently on one per se" you enunciate, "I was on one but I quit recently. the leader was insufferable and she treated the team members horribly. my friend Felix quit too." he nods in understanding.

"if you are looking for one, my friends have a dance team. they're throwing a party later, if you want to stop by and meet them. you can get to know them and ask about their team."

"I thought as an RA you were supposed to shut down parties, not encourage them" you raise an eyebrow.

"well. sometimes you have to break a few rules to enforce them." he giggles.

a/n : Tumblr needa stop playin with me 😒 cause why I had to rewrite this chapter almost three times because it wouldn't save in my drafts. anyway, I've realized that im so much better at writing inner thoughts then dialogue 😭 I hate writing dialogue. but this fic is seemingly very self-indulgent ?? lmaoo

#stray kids #skz #i.n x reader #jeongin #yang jeongin #this is a cry for help #i.n stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids au #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz x reader

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paul-ster · 1 month

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What if I just totally dropped off the face of the Earth for a week?

Like it’d be cool I swear. I swear maynee 😓

Anyways enjoy this snippet of a fic im working on (while I try not to ignore all my other fics)

Fic Name- Freely Tomorrow (I’ll probably change it tbh) PONYBOY POV!

Mom wouldn’t have been mom if she wasn’t so punctual. Mom always knew how much groceries were gonna be. She always knew when Darry took some money to take out a broad. There wasn’t a pattern or anything, she just knew.

Me and Soda used to ask her for money to go together somewhere and she’d have enough somehow. She would always know everything. From when Soda faked sick to when she died. She knew who was going to take me. She knew dad would die with her.

She just always knew and always had a plan.

Darry used to tell me that mom and dad fought all the time before I was born. That my mom used to not be punctual and always forget things. Then after I was born, she did a full 180. It made me happy; I was like their miracle baby.

Darry was the only one that looked like dad. Soda looked identical to mom. But Soda shared some traits with dad, mostly his personality. It didn’t bother me that I looked like Soda but didn’t act like mom or dad.

Once Two-Bit joked about me being from another dad and mom and dad shut that down. I had never seen them so angry like that before. They reassured me that everything was fine. I didn’t remember much, because it happened when I was 5.

Now, I’m faced with that problem again.

“Our parents had a will?” Darry asked the police. They just nodded at his question. Just a few minutes ago we were told our parents were in a fatal car accident. Just a minute ago we identified their bodies.

Just a second ago I was in custody of Darry.

I could tell that Darry was trying to be strong. He looked at the police officer with certainty in his eyes. It was like he had grown up in the time that it took to identify our parents bodies. Still, there was some uncertainty as he looked at the cop who held papers in his hand.

Soda was crying with me, although for our parents. He wasn’t listening to the fact that I could be taken away. Darry didn’t cry, he held his head up high and started the process of getting custody.

“We will have a court date soon. I warn you son, it’s hard to fight against a hand written will,” the police explained to Darry. I didn’t understand then what that meant. Darry didn’t seem to understand either…

“Cmon Pony, Soda, let’s go home,” Darry said to me and Soda. Soda was reluctant to get up, tears were still falling from his eyes. We still needed to call the gang to tell them what happened. Although, Darry seemed to have already done that.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Steve said as he stood next to Soda. It was obvious he was there for Soda only. He didn’t even bother to give me a glance. I didn’t mind that much though, Darry’s conversation with the police hung heavy on my mind.

After a bit of Steve coaxing Sodapop to go home, we made it home. I felt numb, unable to do much but cry as I went to my room. I lay in my bed, looking at the window I had.

The moon was high in the sky. Just today I went and watched the sunset. Just today-

“Pony?” Someone’s voice called from the door. I was unable to move, paralyzed by the thoughts that ran in my mind. I wanted to cry again.

I just wanted to cry and have mom hold me. It was pitiful to think about. Still, the person was in the doorway, shining some light into my dark room. I hadn’t noticed the voice and waited for a second. Again they spoke and I knew who it was.

“I’m real sorry ‘bout your parents,” Johnny said. His voice was real soft, almost coaxing me to cry again. I wanted to cry but something in me didn’t want to anymore. Instead, I got up and faced Johnny.

Johnny looked like he had just finished crying. I understood why, my parents were just like parents to him. They treated him way better than his actual parents could’ve. In some weird way; it felt like we both just lost our parents.

Johnny came over to me and sat down near my legs. Something in me wanted to talk and to cry, but not both. There was a second of silence as I fought with myself to cry or not to. Instead of making a choice, Johnny chose for me.

“Will you be alright?” He looked at me. I wanted to lie, to say I’ll be fine. Yet, I just shook my head and laid back down. Johnny hugged me over the sheets.

“It’s okay to cry,” he whispered into my ear. It was like he held the ticket to my emotions. I cried heavily, heaping sobs overtaking my body. He held onto me tightly, sitting me up so he could rock me gently.

There he was- a 15 year old coaxing a 13 year old. The night was cold and he offered me warmth. I wished the warmth could’ve lasted forever.

I felt the huge blobs of tears fall down my face. It was like my grief was falling out of me, but still sticking to me. Johnny was sniffling too. However, I could tell he was trying not to cry either.

We stayed there for a long time. Just us crying and trying to hold each other. I could hear Sodapop crying too. If I tried, I could’ve probably heard Darry sighing and sniffing. Yet, I couldn’t help but revel in the warmth Johnny gave me.

In the morning I was shocked to see Johnny still with me. It was obvious that we had both cried ourselves to sleep. For a bit I just laid there, numb. When Johnny stirred was when I decided to get up.

We walked to the living room. Everyone was in there, mostly sleeping though. Darry sat at the dining table, running his hands through his hair. He was stressed.

I walked up to him and saw the papers he had on the table. It was a will, my name was etched on it in big letters. Before I could fully read it, Darry put it away.

“Go wake up Soda,” Darry said before I could do anything else. I just nodded, nothing in me could make me give a snarky response. Soda was in his bed with Steve, somehow, Soda was still crying.

For a second I just looked at them. Sodapop and Steve looked so young. I mean- I think everyone looks younger when they’re sleeping though. For Steve though, he just looked a lot less angry.

I looked to Sodapop. His body trembled a bit, and tears continued falling from his eyes. Both of their eyes were puffy, they probably cried themselves to sleep too. Before I could think more of it, I decided to wake Sodapop up.

“Soda, wake up,” I said as gently as I could, walking to Sodapops side and shaking his knee. He stirred a bit before looking at me.

“Hey Pony…” his voice trailed off. It was obvious he was seeing through me, not at me. It took a bit but he got up and followed me to Darry.

Johnny had stayed in the living room, set on waking Dally up. When me and Sodapop walked in, he abandoned that to go to me.

“Hey Johnny,” Soda greeted and Johnny nodded. Darry looked at us and ran his fingers through his hair.

The day dragged on. For me, I cried the entire day. Soda cried too, except he cried with Steve. It was obvious that Darry was holding back his tears, he held a firm face as he sorted through papers. I cried with Johnny and alone.

Somehow, Darry got everything ready for the funeral. Then, he was set in getting custody. He was granted temporary custody of me and Soda as the court date was set up. I could see the fire in his eyes as he wanted the custody to be permanent.

On the day of court I saw some people I didn’t know. They looked at me and the gang closely. It was like they were sizing them all up. Darry held me close, Soda following his lead. The judge asked some questions and soon the topic of a will was brought up.

“Darrel Curtis and his wife Lilith Curtis had a will. In the first section of the will, it is stated that Ponyboy Curtis will be handed to his godparents. Will his godparents step up to the stand?” The judge said.

I felt my mouth go dry and I looked at Darry and Soda. Soda was panicking, this was also new information to him. Darry however, held a firm face and continued to look at the person coming to the stand.

There was a lady, her hair was long. She had the same colored hair as me and the same eyes. Something in me panicked as I looked at her. We made eye contact and she smiled.

“Angelina Thomason, you are the godparent of Ponyboy Curtis right?” The judge asked. Angelina nodded, looking only at the judge.

“Have you discussed this with Lilith and Darrel Curtis?” The judge continued.

“Only with Lilith, if you see the will, Ponyboy is only related to me,” Angelina’s voice was soft but firm. For some reason, that scared me.

“When was the last time this was discussed between you and Lilith Curtis?”

“Just a month ago. She had given me her will and asked me to sign for Ponyboy Curtis.”

The judge nodded and I looked at Darry again. This time, Darry’s face looked like Sodas- scared. I looked back at the judge and the jury. Some people were talking before they quieted down from the judge.

“Our final verdicts are Sodapop Curtis will stay in custody of Darrel Curtis Jr,” the judge started. I heard some cheering from the crowd, most likely Two-Bits. After the court was called again it was time for me.

“Ponyboy Curtis will be placed in custody of Angelina Thomason. These are effective immediately,” the judge said. The court went quiet and I felt my blood go cold.

As the court was dismissed all I could do was look at Darry. Darry’s face looked sad, like he wanted to cry. Sodapop was crying as the gang met up with us outside.

“What’s- what’s gonna happen with me?” I asked. No one could answer me, they just all looked at Darry.

“You’ll come with me, that’s all,” someone said from behind me. I jumped and looked at Angelina. Up close I could see her eyes more clearly. They were grayer than green and that made me a bit jealous.

“You!” Sodapop yelled as he pointed at Angelina, “you’re taking our brother away from us!”

Angelina’s face was perplexed before going back to a calm look. Then she looked at me.

“Y’all don’t know, do you?”

I just looked at her. Know what? Why she was taking me away from my brothers? I shook my head and she just looked away.

“It isn’t my place to tell you. You have to pack though, tomorrow we will go to Kansas-“

“To hell with that! You’re not taking him,” Sodapop yelled at her again. He pushed her and instantly was held back by Steve. I knew Steve was angry at Angelina too though. It seemed like the entire gang was ready to kill her.

“Look- it ain’t my choice. Lilith didn’t know she was gonna die and she just chose me. We can stay in Tulsa but I know what goes on here. Darrel, you can choose for Ponyboy to have a good life in Kansas, or stay here and become like y’all,” Angelina was starting to lose her cool. I couldn’t help but flinch at her voice. I didn’t want to leave but I didn’t have a choice.

I looked at Darry and his face was unreadable. Dallas however reacted for him.

“Like y’all? The fuck is that supposed to mean. You’re taking him away from family and you have the balls to make us seem bad?” Dallas sounded close to tears as he started to walk towards Angela. He held a glare in his eyes as a small crowd started to form from the commotion.

I looked from Dallas to Angela. The question was still unanswered and I feared for the answer.

Kansas? Away from the gang?

I had just lost my parents. Why would I want to lose the rest of my family? It was too soon for anything like this to happen. Before anything else could happen, Angela spoke up.

“I’ll be at your house tomorrow Darrel. I ask that you have an answer by then,” with that, Angelina walked away into a car. I just stood there and before long I was taken back home.

We all just stayed in the living room. No one looked at me. Something in me wanted to cry again, it felt just like when mom and dad died.

“So did y’all know her?” Two-Bit finally asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head and Sodapop did too. We looked over at Darry and he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I met her once, when I was Ponyboys age. Shes only two years older than me,” Darry looked at me.

“I didn’t think she was going to take you. She knows we’re family,” his voice started breaking as he got angrier, “Why did mom have to put her to take you? Why just you?”

The questions hung heavy in the air. I just looked down, tears welling in my eyes again.

“Am I staying here or going to-“

“Kansas,” Darry interrupted me. I looked at him in shock. Everyone else in the gang looked at him in shock and he just looked at me. Something in me was scared, almost wanting to run away.

Still, Darry’s face was certain. That made me sad and angry. Did he want me gone? Did he think I was a burden now? Before I could do anything, there was a hand on my back.

“Guess you have to pack,” it was Dally. I just looked at him and thought about the same questions I was thinking with Darry. Still I nodded and got up, albeit numbly. I couldn’t look at anyone as I walked into my room with a suitcase. Dallas helped me, as did everyone else but my brothers.

I knew why they didn’t. They were arguing in the living room, something they didn’t want me to hear. At that moment I didn’t want to hear it, I didn’t want to remember that there was a reason why it was only me leaving. When I was finished packing, I went to sleep.

Everyone else didn’t make fun of me for crying. I could see the anger in Darry’s eyes, the fear in Sodas, the uneasiness in Johnnys, some anger in Dallas’s and Steve’s, but sadness in Two-Bits. They all stayed over to get ready to say goodbye to me in the morning. I didn’t want to leave.

I don’t want to leave.

#might do it tbh #:3 #i don’t even know #mayneeee #the outsiders #ao3 writer #fanfic #write #se hinton #unfinished #ponyboy curtis

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