goodmorningblues:

desaparecidos:

1959, a Greaser works on his car in Brooklyn. 

fuck

goodmorningblues:

desaparecidos:

1959, a Greaser works on his car in Brooklyn. 

fuck

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Anonymous asked: Oh God I've missed your writing so much

That’s means a low wow thank you OMG

Silence.

The July air was surprisingly nice.

She smiles at me as I play with her hair, twisting mindless curls against the pillow.

"You ok?" I ask softly.

She nods.

"I’m ok."

"You know I love you."

She nods again. “I love you more.”

I quietly laugh. “I don’t think that’s possible.

She sighs, just looking at me. “I could stay like this forever.”

"No." I grin, shaking my head.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow in question.

"No." I repeat. "We got too much to do."

She laughs. “Like what?”

"Stuff." I smile a little, shrugging.

"Like what?" She chides, playfully pushing me away.

I pull her back, closer to me.

"Like going to see that movie you keep wanting me to take you to."

"Is that it?" She prompts.

I shake my head. “Nope.”

She gives me a death glare, getting me to continue.

"I’m gonna keep saving up lots of money. You’re gonna go to college because you are so smart and you deserve it."

"What if I don’t want to go to college?" She frowns.

"Well, it’s your choice… But you are so smart, honey. I think you should take the opportunity."

"Maybe."

"Ok you’ll maybe go. I’ll keep saving up lots if money. And then I’m going to buy you a ring."

"A ring?" She questions.

"An engagement ring."

"So we’re gonna get engaged?"

"We sure as hell are." I grin wildly. 

I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.

"We’re going to married." I continue. "You can have whatever dress you want. And it can be wherever you want. You can make all the decisions. Except I want chocolate cake and Sodapop to stand up with me. That’s all I ask for."

She smiles. “You can have it.”

"Good." I smile. "Then we’re gonna go on a honeymoon."

"Where?"

"Chicago. There’s a lot to do there."

"Sounds good."

"Then we’re going to find a house. Right here in Tulsa. We’ll be by all our friends."

She smiles wider.

"Then we’ll get a dog."

"A dog?" She laughed.

"What American family is with out a dog? I’m thinking of a golden retriever."

"How American of us."

"Quite American. We’ll name him Spike."

"That’s a really stereotypical dog name."

I roll my eyes. “Fine we’ll name him something not so stereotypical.”

"And we’ll be happy."

I continue. “We’re going to have three kids. Two boys and one girl. The two boys are gonna look like me, strong and tough. But they’ll be smart and kind just like you. And she, she’s going to be our little princess. A mini you. She’ll be so beautiful and I wouldn’t let a thing happen to her.”

She’s silent.

I continue. “We’re going to grow old together. We’ll sit on our rocking chairs on the porch drinking iced tea, looking after our grand babies and talking the same way we do now. It will be great. I promise.”

"It sounds great." She grins faintly.

"What’s wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"Nothing." She smiles. "Just tired."

"Wanna sleep?"

"Yeah." She closes her eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She smirks into the pillow.

—————————————————

"Steve."

I ferociously scrape the grease of the old car parts.

"Steve."

Endless amounts of grease.

"Steve!"

"What?" I snap.

Sodapop looks taken aback. “Sorry man. I was just wondering where you put the flathead.”

I grunt and nod my head towards the counter, going back to scrubbing the grease off.

The endless amounts of grease.

"Steve?"

I don’t answer.

"Steve, it’s been over five months."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Buddy, I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think (Y/N) is coming back. I know-"

"How can you be so sure?" I slam a hubcap down.

"Steve," he says, looking hurt. "You know it too."

"Know what?"

He tries to search for the right words.

The right way to put it.

So I say it for him.

"Know that she left? We dated for nine months, had sex, talked about the future, and then when I walk up she was gone? Without leaving anything behind? Yeah I know that."

"I-"

I sigh, picking the hubcap back up. “Pepsi-Cola whatever you’re gonna say it isn’t going to make me feel any better.”

"I was just gonna say we should go to the Buck’s. We haven’t been there for months. It will be fun. You can have a drink, shoot some pool…c’mon Steve let’s go."

I take a deep breath.

"Fine. We’ll go."

He smiles, that movie star smile. “It’ll be a good time. I swear.”

—————-

The low red light of the smoke filled bar shed some fun on the night.

I saw people I hadn’t seen for ages; either from spending so much time with (Y/N), working, or by being anti-social after, you know.

We talked.

We shot pool.

We drank.

We laughed.

We had fun.

I was going up to the bar to get a last glass of whatever was on tap…

And I saw (Y/N).

She was talking.

She had shot pool.

She was drinking.

She was laughing.

She was having fun.

But she was her.

The flood of emotions was overwhelming; I felt nauseous and joy and betrayal and fell in love all over again in a matter of seconds.

Soda noticed I hadn’t taken my shot, and followed my stare.

His eyes widened.

"Steve, I think we should go." He says quietly, sitting his pool stick down.

I don’t answer.

Just stare.

"Steve." He says again.

My feet think faster than my brain, and I start walking towards her.

Sodapop grabs my arm.

"I got this, Pepsi-Cola." I tell him.

"Steve, I don’t think it’s a good idea."

I brush his arm off. “I wouldn’t lie to you, kid.”

Each step feels like a mile.

She does a scan of the room, still laughing at the joke her friend said, and sees me.

She freezes, staring.

I keep walking.

And she keeps staring.

I’m right in front of her now.

My brilliant plan to confront her went down the fucking drain, as I look at her, unsure what to even say.

She bites her lip looking back me, unsure of what to say as well.

Her friends are shooting looks that are like daggers.

I ignore them.

I take a deep breath. “Can you come outside with me?”

She nods, taking a step forward, but her friend grabs her arm.

(Y/N) shakes her head at her, and continues walking.

As I push our way through the mass of people, I fight the urge to grab her hand, just like I would use to.

I push open the door to the back, and the sharp rush of December air hits my lungs.

She closes the door behind her, shuddering in the wind.

I pull out a cigarette.

I rarely smoked, but maybe it would warm me up on the inside.

"How you been?" I start, lighting the cancer stick and sticking it in between my teeth.

She smiles a pained smile. “I’ve been good. Real good. And you?”

I shrug. “Ok. Just working.”

Silence.

"I haven’t seen you in a long time." She says.

"Six months and two weeks." I answer.

"That long?"

"Mhm."

More silence.

"I’m at college. I’m just home for Christmas." Her voice cracks.

My gaze shoots up to hers.

"You were right." She says, almost adoringly. "It’s an amazing opportunity and I’m learning so much."

I’m dumbstruck.

"I’ve made so many new friends.. Met a lot of people. It’s fun."

"Do you have boyfriend?" The words come out before I can stop them.

She shakes her head, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. 

"I don’t have time for one."

"Oh." I say. 

Silence.

"Is that you left? You didn’t have time for me?" I say, aiming for the words to hurt.

"Steve-" she starts.

"Don’t ‘Steve’ me. I want an honest answer."

"No. I had all the time in the world for you."

"Then why’d you leave? I gave my all for you, basically told you I wanted you forever, and you leave. Why?" I was getting angry.

Don’t cry.

"I couldn’t make you happy." She sighs.

The heat in blood rises. “You were the only thing that made me happy. Besides beer, my gang, cars and chocolate cake, you were the one thing.”

"No." She shakes her head. "I wasn’t able to fit into you plan. You wouldn’t be happy Steve. I wouldn’t be happy."

"How do you know you wouldn’t be happy?"

"I just know, Steve."

"How do you know I wouldn’t be happy?"

"Cause I just know."

Silence.

"You told me we’d have a stereotypical American dog. You told me we’d have three kids. We’d have a nice house. It sounds perfect, honestly."

"It does?"

"Yeah. Everything you said sounded perfect. And I remember the way your face looked when you talked about our children. The look of love and complete endearment. I left because it couldn’t happen. I couldn’t give you what you wanted."

"Why wouldn’t it happen?"

"Steve, I can’t have kids."

I was dumbstruck.

"What?"

She shrugs, telling me “yeah it’s true” with her shoulders.

"How do you know?"

She takes a deep breath. “When I was sixteen or so I got pregnant and it just didn’t work out… So yeah.”

I could tell she was uncomfortable.

"I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry too." She half heartedly laughs, sniffling.

"You know that doesn’t matter to me." I say quietly.

"It matters to me though." She responds.

"I still love you."

"I love you too. But not in that way."

Silence.

"It was really nice talking to you Steve." She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and goes back inside, wiping her eyes.

And I just stand out there.

Like a fool.

—
Tell me what you think!

Silence.

The July air was surprisingly nice.

She smiles at me as I play with her hair, twisting mindless curls against the pillow.

"You ok?" I ask softly.

She nods.

"I’m ok."

"You know I love you."

She nods again. “I love you more.”

I quietly laugh. “I don’t think that’s possible.

She sighs, just looking at me. “I could stay like this forever.”

"No." I grin, shaking my head.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow in question.

"No." I repeat. "We got too much to do."

She laughs. “Like what?”

"Stuff." I smile a little, shrugging.

"Like what?" She chides, playfully pushing me away.

I pull her back, closer to me.

"Like going to see that movie you keep wanting me to take you to."

"Is that it?" She prompts.

I shake my head. “Nope.”

She gives me a death glare, getting me to continue.

"I’m gonna keep saving up lots of money. You’re gonna go to college because you are so smart and you deserve it."

"What if I don’t want to go to college?" She frowns.

"Well, it’s your choice… But you are so smart, honey. I think you should take the opportunity."

"Maybe."

"Ok you’ll maybe go. I’ll keep saving up lots if money. And then I’m going to buy you a ring."

"A ring?" She questions.

"An engagement ring."

"So we’re gonna get engaged?"

"We sure as hell are." I grin wildly.

I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.

"We’re going to married." I continue. "You can have whatever dress you want. And it can be wherever you want. You can make all the decisions. Except I want chocolate cake and Sodapop to stand up with me. That’s all I ask for."

She smiles. “You can have it.”

"Good." I smile. "Then we’re gonna go on a honeymoon."

"Where?"

"Chicago. There’s a lot to do there."

"Sounds good."

"Then we’re going to find a house. Right here in Tulsa. We’ll be by all our friends."

She smiles wider.

"Then we’ll get a dog."

"A dog?" She laughed.

"What American family is with out a dog? I’m thinking of a golden retriever."

"How American of us."

"Quite American. We’ll name him Spike."

"That’s a really stereotypical dog name."

I roll my eyes. “Fine we’ll name him something not so stereotypical.”

"And we’ll be happy."

I continue. “We’re going to have three kids. Two boys and one girl. The two boys are gonna look like me, strong and tough. But they’ll be smart and kind just like you. And she, she’s going to be our little princess. A mini you. She’ll be so beautiful and I wouldn’t let a thing happen to her.”

She’s silent.

I continue. “We’re going to grow old together. We’ll sit on our rocking chairs on the porch drinking iced tea, looking after our grand babies and talking the same way we do now. It will be great. I promise.”

"It sounds great." She grins faintly.

"What’s wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"Nothing." She smiles. "Just tired."

"Wanna sleep?"

"Yeah." She closes her eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She smirks into the pillow.

—————————————————

"Steve."

I ferociously scrape the grease of the old car parts.

"Steve."

Endless amounts of grease.

"Steve!"

"What?" I snap.

Sodapop looks taken aback. “Sorry man. I was just wondering where you put the flathead.”

I grunt and nod my head towards the counter, going back to scrubbing the grease off.

The endless amounts of grease.

"Steve?"

I don’t answer.

"Steve, it’s been over five months."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Buddy, I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think (Y/N) is coming back. I know-"

"How can you be so sure?" I slam a hubcap down.

"Steve," he says, looking hurt. "You know it too."

"Know what?"

He tries to search for the right words.

The right way to put it.

So I say it for him.

"Know that she left? We dated for nine months, had sex, talked about the future, and then when I walk up she was gone? Without leaving anything behind? Yeah I know that."

"I-"

I sigh, picking the hubcap back up. “Pepsi-Cola whatever you’re gonna say it isn’t going to make me feel any better.”

"I was just gonna say we should go to the Buck’s. We haven’t been there for months. It will be fun. You can have a drink, shoot some pool…c’mon Steve let’s go."

I take a deep breath.

"Fine. We’ll go."

He smiles, that movie star smile. “It’ll be a good time. I swear.”

—————-

The low red light of the smoke filled bar shed some fun on the night.

I saw people I hadn’t seen for ages; either from spending so much time with (Y/N), working, or by being anti-social after, you know.

We talked.

We shot pool.

We drank.

We laughed.

We had fun.

I was going up to the bar to get a last glass of whatever was on tap…

And I saw (Y/N).

She was talking.

She had shot pool.

She was drinking.

She was laughing.

She was having fun.

But she was her.

The flood of emotions was overwhelming; I felt nauseous and joy and betrayal and fell in love all over again in a matter of seconds.

Soda noticed I hadn’t taken my shot, and followed my stare.

His eyes widened.

"Steve, I think we should go." He says quietly, sitting his pool stick down.

I don’t answer.

Just stare.

"Steve." He says again.

My feet think faster than my brain, and I start walking towards her.

Sodapop grabs my arm.

"I got this, Pepsi-Cola." I tell him.

"Steve, I don’t think it’s a good idea."

I brush his arm off. “I wouldn’t lie to you, kid.”

Each step feels like a mile.

She does a scan of the room, still laughing at the joke her friend said, and sees me.

She freezes, staring.

I keep walking.

And she keeps staring.

I’m right in front of her now.

My brilliant plan to confront her went down the fucking drain, as I look at her, unsure what to even say.

She bites her lip looking back me, unsure of what to say as well.

Her friends are shooting looks that are like daggers.

I ignore them.

I take a deep breath. “Can you come outside with me?”

She nods, taking a step forward, but her friend grabs her arm.

(Y/N) shakes her head at her, and continues walking.

As I push our way through the mass of people, I fight the urge to grab her hand, just like I would use to.

I push open the door to the back, and the sharp rush of December air hits my lungs.

She closes the door behind her, shuddering in the wind.

I pull out a cigarette.

I rarely smoked, but maybe it would warm me up on the inside.

"How you been?" I start, lighting the cancer stick and sticking it in between my teeth.

She smiles a pained smile. “I’ve been good. Real good. And you?”

I shrug. “Ok. Just working.”

Silence.

"I haven’t seen you in a long time." She says.

"Six months and two weeks." I answer.

"That long?"

"Mhm."

More silence.

"I’m at college. I’m just home for Christmas." Her voice cracks.

My gaze shoots up to hers.

"You were right." She says, almost adoringly. "It’s an amazing opportunity and I’m learning so much."

I’m dumbstruck.

"I’ve made so many new friends.. Met a lot of people. It’s fun."

"Do you have boyfriend?" The words come out before I can stop them.

She shakes her head, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

"I don’t have time for one."

"Oh." I say.

Silence.

"Is that you left? You didn’t have time for me?" I say, aiming for the words to hurt.

"Steve-" she starts.

"Don’t ‘Steve’ me. I want an honest answer."

"No. I had all the time in the world for you."

"Then why’d you leave? I gave my all for you, basically told you I wanted you forever, and you leave. Why?" I was getting angry.

Don’t cry.

"I couldn’t make you happy." She sighs.

The heat in blood rises. “You were the only thing that made me happy. Besides beer, my gang, cars and chocolate cake, you were the one thing.”

"No." She shakes her head. "I wasn’t able to fit into you plan. You wouldn’t be happy Steve. I wouldn’t be happy."

"How do you know you wouldn’t be happy?"

"I just know, Steve."

"How do you know I wouldn’t be happy?"

"Cause I just know."

Silence.

"You told me we’d have a stereotypical American dog. You told me we’d have three kids. We’d have a nice house. It sounds perfect, honestly."

"It does?"

"Yeah. Everything you said sounded perfect. And I remember the way your face looked when you talked about our children. The look of love and complete endearment. I left because it couldn’t happen. I couldn’t give you what you wanted."

"Why wouldn’t it happen?"

"Steve, I can’t have kids."

I was dumbstruck.

"What?"

She shrugs, telling me “yeah it’s true” with her shoulders.

"How do you know?"

She takes a deep breath. “When I was sixteen or so I got pregnant and it just didn’t work out… So yeah.”

I could tell she was uncomfortable.

"I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry too." She half heartedly laughs, sniffling.

"You know that doesn’t matter to me." I say quietly.

"It matters to me though." She responds.

"I still love you."

"I love you too. But not in that way."

Silence.

"It was really nice talking to you Steve." She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and goes back inside, wiping her eyes.

And I just stand out there.

Like a fool.


Tell me what you think!

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thedreammaker:

i always forget guys have armpit hair so when they lift their arms up it always scares me it’s like BAM WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

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Anonymous asked: How many requests do you have currently?

Like twoish? One is like get to it when you have time plus I don’t have an idea for it yet but I has a Steve one and a Two-bit one if that answers your question

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thinferior:

alexgagkarth:

imagine having a boyfriend that takes you to concerts

imagine having a boyfriend that takes you to his concerts

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dallyandsodasgirl:

Does anyone else get really irritated when people say young C Thomas Howell looks like Harry Styles cause he doesn’t but he does and you just get really flustered and upset because he does but he just doesn’t

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if it’s any consolation to any bad feeling you had I just shut my head into our washing machine

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"Gather around fandom*

We

Could

Have

Nice

Things

If

We

Were

All

Nice

To

Each

Other

Don’t

You

Want

These

Nice

Things?

I

Want

These

Nice

Things

Let’s all be nice to each other because we love the same stuff

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mrs-sodapop-curtis:

asdfghjkl friendly reminder that the boys you know and admire and think are hot will be dads someday oh my god not ok

And wait that means they’re going to  hold a little cute precious baby like their hold world is handed to them… Ok I can’t

mrs-sodapop-curtis:

asdfghjkl friendly reminder that the boys you know and admire and think are hot will be dads someday oh my god not ok

And wait that means they’re going to hold a little cute precious baby like their hold world is handed to them… Ok I can’t

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Anonymous asked: HOLY SHIT YOURE BACK

*jazz hands* hello yes I am

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