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coming home by rumble_aint_a_rumble_without_me for Sophie13
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
04 Aug 2024
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He’s sitting across from her daughter at the kitchen table when she arrives home from work, making his way through a bowl of cereal and half-listening to something the little girl said while she toes off her heels by the door. His hair’s a mess and he looks like he’s only recently rolled out of bed, but it’s not like Lori’s is any better.
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Our Epitaph (Written On Stone) by leastfavdyke for Sophie13, battymcjules
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
29 Dec 2022
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I remember the smoothness of the night, Frank Sinatra’s “The World We Knew (Over And Over)” playing on the record I got for Johnny because he likes jazz more than anything.
I remember standing behind him, my hands resting on his stomach, his arms holding onto mine. I buried my face in his hair, humming along to the song's chorus and smiling under that bitter moonlight and bright chill.
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blurb for my friend sophie trying out a new ship
ponyboy is dead sorry
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ain't nobody prettier than you, baby by johnnycadesjeanjacket for Sophie13
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
09 Dec 2022
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school dances aren't his style.
but her in that dress...
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must be getting early (clocks are running late) by johnnycadesjeanjacket for Sophie13
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
18 Nov 2022
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its been too long since curly was home.
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Mini Fics by leastfavdyke for Cleverclove, Sophie13, liamthegreaser
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
23 Oct 2022
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Just a collection of mini fics from tumblr
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- Part 11 of Original Characters
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A Way To A Boy's Heart by leastfavdyke for Sophie13
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
22 Oct 2022
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Even from the street, I can hear the ruckus inside the house. There’s yelling about something, laughing, and if I strain, I can hear the clinking of plates and a shrill, distinctly feminine voice call for dinner. I can feel Mr. Curtis’s hand squeeze my collar, right where a dog's nape would be, silently urging me to take that first step and go inside.
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- Part 7 of Requests
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Grief strikes you at the worst moments. It freezes you and releases every pent-up emotion in your body to the point where you can’t even fucking breathe. It leaves even me speechless; no phrase or analogy can describe what I’m feeling right now. All I know is that it’s balling in my throat, bleeding down my chest, and bursting through my eyes, yet it isn’t precisely sadness.
Dad described it as queer, strange, weird, and unknown. Queer. I just leave it as it is. Some emotions aren’t meant to be told; not everything needs a name.
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- Part 3 of Wolf Series
- Part 7 of Surviving yet Falling (The War Series)
- Part 6 of Requests
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Sandy opens up her heart to Sylvia and Sylvia doesn't really know if she deserves it (wip)
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Darry and Two told Ponyboy that it was just some guy dressed up as a ghost to try and scare people, but the shared glances and hushed whispers accompanied by bowed heads, almost as in prayer. Hell, they could’ve prayed for all I know, but I’d sometimes overhear retellings over coffee and bourbon, the two talking about how the man wasn’t all there, that there was something shimmery, clear about him.
A haunted fic where ghosts are real, Dallas is the target, and there's been a murder in the Curtis household.
Thank you so much, Sophie, for encouraging me to write this! I know I lose motivation halfway through, but I got to it :)
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“T-Tim? It’s Dal, man,”
“I figured. Aren’t you supposed to be restin’? You’re still injured last I checked,”My mind supplied an image of Dallas fighting earlier in the rumble, and even earlier than that, his bandaged and burnt arm leaking puss, inflamed and peeling. He wouldn’t let any nurses check it. He’d even done his own bandaging. He’d done a shit job, though, just like he always did.
“Johnny’s dead, man,” Dallas grunted out a groan through gritted teeth.
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You do not have permission to copy, repost, or use my fic for any kind of purpose/and or without permission.
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- Part 16 of Rewriting The Deaths
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Memories of running with you, of wrestling and winning. The scent of me on your skin and clothes from my fur. I shared this with you, my home. The woods were like my home, the scent of family and creation coming straight from the dirt and moss below. Winding tree trunks were like my brothers growing up, and the roots my uncles.
Wolf Curly x Human Ponyboy. I'm on a mythical role
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- Part 1 of Wolf Series
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Torment The Tormenter by leastfavdyke for Sophie13
Fandoms: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
07 Aug 2022
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A life size mimic of Jesus on a cross is hanging above Dallas in stained glass, and I can only hope that he'll meet his creator, his match. The one who'll strike him down and the one who'll lift him up, again and again. I hope that he'll be tormented as badly as he tormented in his mortal life.
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“Have you done this before?”
“Once, with Tim. He didn’t- didn’t turn or anything like that. Got rid of the smell and I felt better. God, Soda-” Dallas took a deep breath, nudging with his nose against Sodapop’s neck, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”
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Vampire Dallas bites Human Soda. That's it.
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Even though I kind of hate Buck right now, his neon red lights always infecting some surface in here, I still love him. He’s always acted like a dad to me, even though we aren’t related at all. He’s always spoken to me a little softer than anyone else and even gave Dallas “The Talk” when we started going steady, and when Dallas cheated on me that first time, Buck nearly evicted him for it he was so damn angry. I cried into his chest that night, him holding me there like a mountain holding a river of water from melted snowcaps.
Buck never judges me for anything, either, which I’m real grateful for. He always keeps a stone face when I talk about something serious and offers an arm around my waist and his shoulder to cry on because he’s really not great at physical affection but at least he tries. That’s what I tell myself, at least he tries. He’s the only adult figure in my life to actually try.
My parents weren’t grateful. My dad ran off and left my mom here in Tulsa to raise a kid she also didn’t want all by herself. She tried to sue a while back for child support and won, but she never uses that money on me. She spends it on more important things like alcohol and new boyfriends.
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- Part 22 of February Prompt's
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“Hey, Dal?” She smiled so pretty, eyes glistening in the light of my lamp, her hands fiddling with a piece of her curly hair. She looked so innocent and pretty last night and it made me half want to get back with her. I wanted to see my ring around her neck with the silver chain she kept it on shining in the light, same with her eyes and skin.
I hummed, eyes shutting for a long moment, enjoying the cloudiness of my mind, able to forget about every worry I had.
“Y’know how you said you wanted to pierce your ears a while back?” Sylvia spoke and my eyes fluttered open, eyebrows coming together in confusion. I said that a few years ago. The memory she had.
“Golly, Sylv, I must’ve been 15 when I said that. How’d you remember?”
“My mom just gave me a new silver pair. ‘Thought it’d go well with your whole look, y’know?”
“Now what the hell do you mean by ‘look’?”
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Or, Sylvia pierces Dal's ears. Please read Sophie13's fic on this. It's my hc but we both did fics on it :)
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I’ll miss you, Bob Sheldon. Make sure to clean your rings in Hell. I heard that with heat, metal can change color.
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- Part 11 of February Prompt's
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My friend Sophie requested this, unfortunately, I did make it into angst
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The two got up, Soda’s hand clasped around the box of cards. They played poker together, though horribly rusty and having nothing to really bet on other than a pile of accumulating dust. Soda hoped that maybe Dallas and Johnny were playing with them, too, cheering them on as spirits.Series
- Part 10 of February Prompt's
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In the end, I knew what was best for me. I knew that staying with her and choosing Marcia was the best option. I don’t know where I’d be without her smile, her laugh, her being. She’s the essence of creation, and even though neither of us are poets, our love sure is beautiful.
In the end, I chose Eden. I chose to stay with her and I don't regret a thing.
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- Part 8 of February Prompt's
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 473
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 5
- Hits:
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Dawn is creeping over the horizon in whisps that shine through my window right onto my face. Marcia is beside me, her breath is falling over my face and it feels so beautiful. Can something feel beautiful? I don’t really care, because that's what she feels like. We’re warm under the blanket despite the chilly morning that allows for dew to form on the windows, and a light breeze creeps in. It doesn’t do anything but make a shiver go up to my spine but it's an ever-present reminder that I’m, well, in the present.
I cannot sneak into my mind when I’m with Marcia. She’s not demanding in any way, but she’s almost constant. She’s so constant that it feels like I’m cheating him because I was never able to be this present when we were together. Although, now, it doesn’t matter. Dallas is dead. Marcia is not.
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- Part 2 of February Prompt's