- Ponyboy and Johnny are sluts for memes.
- Soda and Steve are vine stars.
- Cherry, Sylvia, and Angela are Instagram famous.
- Ponyboy is secretly tumblr fandom famous.
- Dallas watches Keeping up with the Kardashians more than he did like to tell.
- Ponyboy is a fanboy.
- Dallas makes dubstep music (is that how you say it??).
- Steve and Pony argue constantly over Android vs. Apple.
- Pony has an iPhone 6+
- Steve has an android
- Pony, Cherry, and Sylvia spend about 87% of there time at Starbucks.
- Steve is a secret nerd who watches Anime.
- Soda caught Steve watching Attack on Titan once.
- Soda and Steve cosplay and go to anime cons all the time (secretly though).
- Pony really loves Takis
- Pony has a secret Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, and AO3 account.
- Along with playing football, Darry also took dance. Only Soda and Pony know tho.
- Darry thought Pony how to dance. Soda watched and laughed.
- Cherry and Pony have aesthetic tumblrs.
- Two-Bit loves McDonalds.
- Dallas once went to school with Johnny and told Johnny’s bully’s that he was his big brother and if the did stop picking on him he’d kick them to the moon.
- When Soda’s not home at night (working late, with Steve, etc) and Pony has a nightmare, Darry will let him sleep in his bed and play with his hair while singing “You are my sunshine.”
- The gang loves the song 7 Years by Lukas Graham.
- Johnny loves the song Gold by Kiiara.
- Soda likes to sing Lost boy by Ruth B to Pony at night.
- Steve and Soda’s favorite song is 679 by Fetty Wap.
- Dallas likes to sing Sky Full Of Stars and Another’s Arms by Coldplay.
- Curly and Pony’s first date was to the roller rink.
- Two-Bit saved up enough money to take himself and the gang to Disney land.
- Johnny and Pony plan on getting matching tattoos.
- Curly has a “Heaven sent, hell bent” tattoo on his forearm.
- Dallas once died his hair blue for some unknown reason.
- Tim loves Toddlers and Tiaras.
- Pony is a hipster
- The gang goes to see every new super hero movie they can.
- Pony’s two favorite super heroes are Superman bc he reminds him of Darry and Captain America.
- Sylvia’s winged eyeliner will cut you.
- Girls are always talking about Soda’s killer jaw line.
- Angela, Pony, Johnny, and Two-Bit all have snapchat stories like a Harry Potter trilogy.
- Dallas once had a nose ring.
- Soda jumped off the roof and broke his leg because Steve told him to “do it for the vine.”
- Steve saved up enough to buy himself a motorcycle.
- Darry secretly took online collage courses.
- He surprised everyone with his degree in law.
- Pony wants to get a degree in art and history.
- Pony also wants to open a book shop in Tulsa when he graduates.
- One by one the gang started moving into the house, helping Darry and Soda with the bills and stuff.
- Pony loved that the gang moved in bc it feels more like a family//and he and Johnny feel more loved than ever before.
- After a year of dating Paul moved in with the gang.
- Darry adopted Johnny shortly after he moved in.
- After Steve moved in he and soda started dating.
- Dallas was the last to move in,, shortly after moving in he started dating Tim.
- Pony started thinking of Darry and Paul as his ‘dads’.
- Johnny was like another big brother to Pony ((and so was Steve)).
- Pony would get picked on for being gay and Darry being gay (the whole two dad thing) and after a while Steve got feed up with it and broke someone’s nose bc they looked at Pony wrong.
- Pony loves Harry Potter.
- Johnny finally came out as gay.
- Two-Bit loves to skateboard.
- Cherry, Sylvia, Evie, Kathy, and Pony are the feminism squad.
- Dallas Winston is a fuckboi
(These are crappy and I apologize but I hope you like them! I’ve been saving these in the drafts for like two weeks 😅)
- Darry is a cat person af.
- Johnny is really protective of Ponyboy (can be taken romantically or brotherly pick your poison).
- Curly is also really protective of Pony (again romantically or brother pick your poison).
- Sometimes Pony doesn’t know who’s worse when it comes to over protectiveness, his brothers or Curly and Johnny.
- Steve would fight and burn the world down for Soda and Pony (he just doesn’t show it that much when it comes to Pony, but Soda knows: he always knows).
- pony grew up with both curly and Johnny as best friends but the two didn’t like each other very much and would always get into arguments/fights with each other so one day pony locked them in a closet until they both agreed to get along for pony sake.
- Steve is highkey gay for soda (no shit).
- Darry once took the gang camping; bad idea.
- Two-bit once let his little sister paint his nails pink, he wore that shit proudly.
- Curly is reallly gay; and emo.
- Dallas used (kinda still does) to have a lowkey crush on Tim.
- Tim and Darry get together for brunch every Sunday to talk shit and gossip.
- Steve secretly started teaching Pony and Johnny to drive bc no way in hell was he letting Soda teach them.
- Curly loves getting tattoos.
- Curly has freckles; pony loves them.
- Dallas has dimples when he smiles.
- Ponyboy is really gay.
- Angela, Sylvia, Evie, and Cherry are best friends and try to get together every Saturday, sometimes they have sleep overs.
Scenario: The team tries to get reader and Bucky together, also bucky is a damsel in distress once again.
Nat has created a chatroom.
Nat has invited Steve, Clint, Vision, Sam.
Nat: So what’s the plan?
Vision: A plan for what?
Nat: To get Y/N and Barnes together.
Sam: We are doing what now?
Nat: They make such a cute couple and have been single for a while now. It’s only logical they start dating.
Clint: I’m in.
Steve: How are we going to do this?
Nat: I don’t know.
Sam: Do I have to help?
Steve: Yes. Deny it all you want but we all know you consider Bucky a close friend.
Sam: Don’t you ever tell him that.
Vision: May I suggest sending them on a blind date with each other?
Clint: I don’t think Y/N will agree to go on that.
Nat: Neither will Bucky.
Steve: I can’t believe this, but we need to ask Tony.
Vision has added Tony.
Tony: Are you five conspiring against me?
Tony: Ooooh, setting up the grandpa with Y/N?
Vision: Do you have any ideas on how to accomplish this?
Tony: We send them on a mission. Just the two of them. It’ll be like an action romance movie. One of them will have to be injured. I can arrange the last part.
Nat: No. Not happening!
Steve: You are terrible at this. Why did I think you’d be able to help?
Vision: Wanda suggests just asking them how they feel about each other and if the feeling is mutual, they should let each other know.
Clint: That is so stupid. Do people actually do that?
Tony: How did you even manage to get married?
Thor has joined the chat.
Thor: May I suggest a grand ball, with flowers and wine. No, a masked ball! We get them to dance with each other and then when the night is darkest, we separate them. It will be like that movie I saw with Y/N and Vision last week. I don’t recall the name.
Vision: Cinderella, I believe.
Tony: Terrible idea.
Steve: Better than yours.
Clint: Why wasn’t I invited?
Vision: It is part of our indoctrination.
Thor: I am enjoying it immensely.
Bruce has joined the chat.
Bruce: I have the answer: Pheromone Potion #6.
Bruce has left the chat.
Sam: … I accept.
Nat: No! You’ll just make sure Bucky gets attracted to the couch or Steve.
Vision: It would wear off eventually. We require a long term solution.
Thor: A love spell, then?
Clint: How about no.
Tony: Y/N and Bucky want to know why they can’t join the chat. I’m going to let them join so they don’t become suspicious.
Nat: They’ll see what we’re talking about!
Tony: I tinkered with their phones. They won’t be able to see the chat history.
Tony has added Y/N, Bucky.
Bucky: What are you hiding from us?
Y/N: Why can’t I see the chat history?
Tony: Nothing. It must be a glitch.
Peter has joined the chat.
Peter has joined the chat.
Peter has joined the chat.
Y/N: Tony I think you’re right. My phone is messing up.
Bucky: Three Peter’s?
Y/N: Which is our Peter?
Peter: No, I’m the real Peter!
Steve: How do we tell them apart?
Bucky: Yesterday at 8pm. You walked in on Y/N and I. What were we doing?
Peter: Making out.
Y/N: It’s the last one.
Y/N has changed Peter to: Spidey.
Nat: Wait you two were doing what?!
Tony: Seriously! All our planning was for nothing!
Vision: We were trying to get you and Bucky together. Seems like you do not require our assistance.
Y/N: I thought you all knew!
Bucky: Yeah, we haven’t been secretive about it.
Steve: You showed no signs of dating!
Y/N: You walked in on us kissing after the Cuba mission.
Steve: I thought he was giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
Bucky: Are… you… serious?
Steve: Y/N was injured and she passed out on the jet! So I went to get the medic when we landed! I just assumed…
Y/N: This isn’t surprising, considering you call sex fondue.
Steve: I don’t!
Clint: Way to go, Steve.
Sam: We need a new Captain.
Tony: Peter get his shield.
Peter: On it.
Spidey: He means me!
Tony: No! Give ME the Shield!
Y/N: Are we really forgetting that we have spare Peter’s? We need to find out who they really are.
Peter: My name is Peter, I’m not lying about that.
Peter: Same here!
Pietro has joined the chat.
Pietro: HE’S BACK!
Pietro: My imposter!
Peter: Hi :)
Y/N has changed Peter to: The Cuter Quicksilver.
Bucky has changed The Cuter Quicksilver to: The Average Quicksilver.
Y/N: Jealous, are we?
Pietro has left the chat.
Sam has changed The Average Quicksilver to: Peter M.
Thor: So who is the last Peter?
Peter: I’m Peter Quill, but you can call me Star-Lord. Savior of our Galaxy, winner of dance battles.
Peter has changed Peter to: Star-Lord.
Thor: What is it that you want?
Star-Lord: You guys should totally listen to my mix-tape.
Peter M: I will listen to it.
Thor: I will not ask again, what is it that you want?
Star-Lord: Dance off, bro? Loosen up.
Thor: Do I seem to be in a dancing mood?
Clint: We’ve never heard of you before.
Star-Lord: So I’m here for - wait. Never? Really?
Rocket Raccoon has joined the chat.
Rocket Raccoon: What’s taking so long, Quill?
Y/N: A TALKING RACCOON?
Spidey: This is so cute!
Sam: This is too much for me.
Sam has left the chat.
Rocket Raccoon: Shut up! I’m not cute!
Bucky: What’s happening now? I have no idea.
Rocket Raccoon: This is him?
Tony: How can a Raccoon even type?
Rocket Raccoon: Bucky, is it?
Rocket Raccoon: I’m going to need your arm.
Bucky has been disconnected.
Rocket Raccoon has left the chat.
Y/N: Was my boyfriend just abducted by a raccoon?
Y/N: I should not be laughing but I am.
Star-Lord: Don’t worry, we won’t hurt him! Just need his arm!
Star-Lord has left the chat.
Peter M: You guys experience really weird stuff. This is coming from a guy whose dad almost destroyed the earth, and I had to witness Scott flirting. I should hang out here more often.
Y/N: Overpowered BY A RACCOON!
Steve: We should go save him! Not laugh!
Y/N: Okay but Steve. Listen. Just listen. A small, adorable raccoon has managed to kidnap a fierce and infamous assassin.
Thor: This is very humorous.
Vision: I assume this is our first space mission?
Y/N: I’m so excited!
Nat: We should start listing off the times he’s needed rescuing.
“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbours upstairs for being too loud?”
Character: Steve Rogers (For anon)
New neighbours could be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to you. Right now at 2 am they were proving to be the worst thing. Both you and Steve were lying face up in your bed, stiffly trying to ignore the loud sounds of yelling from the floor above. They were arguing over who was responsible for the spilt milk in the fridge.
You reached that point of frustration that had you humphing and sitting up in the bed, the type of frustration that made you want to kick and scream because you needed to be up at 7 am and you just wanted to go to sleep.
“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbours upstairs for being too loud?” You hope Steve agrees because you both know he’s useless at Rock, Paper, Scissors and if he goes up then that means you don’t have to. You hate confronting angry people and Steve had the intimidating build that would surely shut your neighbours up.
He looks just as frustrated as you as he sits up in bed, his shoulders are heavy, his eyes are near closed and the fact he needs a shave adds to the look of ‘I want them to shut the fuck up’. “I’ll go…we both know you’ll win anyway, babe…”
He’s getting out of bed and you can’t let him go alone, not when he looks so sad and annoyed, so you slip out of bed after him and put your slippers on. The two of you trudge upstairs, dragging your feet and still in your night clothes.
Steve’s knock is heavy and you lean against his back as you wait. The yelling stops and you wonder if they’ll answer or if they’ll pretend to ignore it out of embarrassment. They answer.
“What?” The aggravated tone of your neighbour stops when they realise that Steve is taller, broader, and angrier than they are and it’s a great thing that Steve agreed to do this because you knew you weren’t near as intimidating.
“Shut. Up. It’s 2 am.” Your neighbour doesn’t argue, only nods because obviously they didn’t want to fight Steve at 2 am in the morning. Tired or not he’d still beat them in a fight. When their door closes you wrap your arms around Steve properly.
“You’re my hero…love you…” It’s half-asleep, deep, tired and it’s with that same tiredness that the two of you somehow managed to get back to your bed. The neighbours no longer yelling above.
Curtis Family headcanon because I can't help myself,
Mrs. Curtis has a box filled with embarrassing and adorable pictures of her boys. Everything from Johnny and Pony cuddling on the couch during a nap, Curly kissing Pony’s knee better, Darry and Paul playing in the yard all muddy, Soda hold Pony for the first time, Mr. Curtis and Darry fishing, Darry teaching Pony to walk, even Soda and Darry wrestling in the living room. But if you get down to the very bottom, buried under tons of pictures, is a small picture of a young Steve with a gap toothed smile bigger than Texas on his face as he played with Ponyboy on the floor, and a look of brotherly love in his eyes as Pony smiled back at him. A sneaky Soda with an equally as big smile on his face stood in the back ground.
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.
Author’s Notes: As I’ve said previously – this story is kind of on its homestretch. Here’s a little quiet before the storm <3.
Tony and Steve had both agreed that it would be best to
stay in Vienna for the time being. The rest of the team could handle any
missions that arose in the states, and it would give us time away. They both
fretted over me constantly – I was healing fine physically, but I could tell
that they worried about my impulsive and irrational behavior during our
mission. Every day Bucky spent hours with the doctors that Tony had brought to
the facility as they tried to determine if H.Y.D.R.A. had done anything to his
mind. As much as I had hoped for our kiss to be the gateway to something more
– it hadn’t. Bucky kept his distance during the day – going so far as to avoid
me, but stayed with me every night. By the time I woke up each morning he was
always gone. Several days passed and he
kept up his disappearing act – always offering me comfort during the night, but
vanishing before the morning.
Everything changed the night he
had his nightmare.
I woke to Bucky screaming beside me. As I rolled over on
my side I saw him writhing under some invisible force, his body soaked in
sweat, as his chest heaved with exertion. I immediately remembered the last
time he had a nightmare – the catalyst that made him finally leave. For a
moment I laid frozen beside him – unsure as to what I should do. My heart ached
– I couldn’t watch him suffer… I had to do something even if it put me in
danger. I gently rested my head on his chest as I wrapped my arms around his
waist. I laid quietly with him as his breathing slowed.
“Y/N?” he asked as panic cut into his voice.
“Shh… I’m here James. You’re safe,” I whispered softly as
I ran my hand up and down his chest. He sighed shakily as I continued to
“I…. I dreamed…” he whispered. Usually he didn’t talk
about his dreams, but I had a pretty good idea as to what they consisted of.
“Shh…. It’s okay. It was just a dream,” I soothed as he
drifted back to sleep.
I blinked sleepily as I turned to Bucky’s side of the bed.
Disappointment struck me as I faced an empty bed yet again. I was certain that last
night would have changed the way he was acting towards me. I huffed as I rolled
onto my back to stare at the ceiling. The more time I spent with Bucky the more
I wished for the normalcy and intimacy that we once had. I knew I couldn’t push
it – it would either happen in time or it wouldn’t, but I found myself wishing
time would hurry up. Steve and Tony had told me to give the case about my
parents’ involvement with H.Y.D.R.A. a break – at least until I was well
rested, and recovered. I didn’t argue with them at the time, but I longed for
the distraction. A sudden knock at my door interrupted my internal complaining.
“What?” I snapped.
The door cracked open and Bucky stuck his head in shyly.
“Is this not a good time?”
“Oh no… it’s fine. Sorry… I just woke up,” I apologized as
I rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes.
“Good, get dressed and meet me in the living room in
thirty,” he added with a smile on his face before disappearing.
Thirty minutes later I walked into the living room to see
a fidgeting Bucky sitting in front of the fire place. As soon as he saw me he
smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. “Ready?” he asked.
“For what?” I laughed. Seeing the carefree Bucky again
lifted my spirits higher than they had been in months.
“You’ll see,” he responded as he grabbed my hand and
guided me outside. The grounds outside of the compound were beautiful and quite
expansive to add an extra layer of privacy for those that resided. Everything
seemed empty today – it was a Saturday so no one was working, and Steve and
Tony were away handling what they had vaguely referred to as a mission that I
didn’t need to concern myself with.
I walked with Bucky hand-in-hand as he led me to a small
area of the garden that was shielded from the view of outsiders by beautiful
bushes. I gasped as we entered – he had set up a full picnic for us. As I
plopped down on the blanket he had spread for us I couldn’t help but smile.
“There it is,” he whispered as he brushed my lips with his
thumb. “I’ve missed that,” he added softly as a warm smile spread across his
face. I blushed violently at this – unable to quell the emotions bursting
inside of me. He laughed heartily as he turned his attention to preparing our
We sat in silence for awhile as we ate – Bucky never
taking his eyes off of me. Finally, I turned to him and plucked up the courage to
speak. “Bucky… I,” but he held up a hand.
“Me first — Y/N I’m sorry for being so distant. I’ve
just been so afraid of hurting you again… but last night… When I woke up and
you were there…. It was…. It reminded me of how much I need you…. How much I
love you. I know I’ve made a mess of things and I know… I know it will take
time for you to trust me again, but I…” He was interrupted by my lips crashing
against his. He pulled back from the kiss looking dazed and confused.
“I told you… I’m not going anywhere,” I muttered softly as
I stroked the stubble on his jaw. The corners of his mouth twitched as he
fought back a smile. He moved so quickly and deliberately that he completely
disarmed me and I fell backwards softly onto the blanket. He braced himself
over me with his metal hand as his other stroked my cheek affectionately. His
hand travelled down my arm and to my hand – playfully circling the ring that he
had given me.
“If you thought you weren’t going to find me… why did you
wear it?” he asked softly.
“To remind me of you,” I whispered back to him – echoing
his own words from when he had presented it to me. He smiled at me sadly as he
dropped his face lower to allow his lips to meet mine. As he deepened the kiss
I ran my hands through his hair – twisting my fingers in it softly. For a
moment we were in perfect harmony – the rest of the world and its problems
dissolving around us. He pulled away all too soon with a serious look on his
“I know I promised you before that I wouldn’t leave… I
know you have no reason to believe me… but I swear Y/N that I will never do it
again. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t wake up next to you,” he
“We should go back inside,” I replied softly.
“What? Why?” Bucky asked confused at the sudden change in the
“Because… we should go inside,” I repeated again as I
kissed his jaw gently.
“Oh,” he responded as realization dawned across his face.
He nimbly jumped to hit feet and offered me his hand. I winced slightly as he
pulled me up – even after all this time my ribs still hurt and most likely
would for the foreseeable future. We walked quietly back to my room
hand-in-hand— Bucky’s hand fidgeting nervously around my own as we grew closer
to my room.
Once we were inside my room I closed the door and locked
it carefully before turning around to see Bucky standing hesitantly behind me.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he closed the gap between us.
“Yes,” I answered as my lips met his. He gently guided me
to the bed as he helped me out of my shirt – letting out an appreciative sigh
as he looked at me. He sat me gently on the bed and set to work removing the
rest of my clothes with soft nimble movements before removing his own. As I
scooted across the bed I took in the full scope of him – he was still covered
in terrible bruises from his time with H.Y.D.R.A. – as I looked down at my own
body I realized I was too.
As he laid beside me his fingers traced my bruises
lightly. “I’m so sorry I let this happen to you,” he whispered apologetically
before bringing his lips to mine. Everything about our movements was gentle,
but urgent – not wanting to hurt the other, but deeply needing the contact we
had once had. He braced himself above me as he planted soft kisses down my jaw
and neck. He entered me slowly and gently as I gasped. My body was no longer
familiar to him after his absence. “Are you okay?” he asked concerned. I nodded
as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him gently. We moved carefully
and methodically – letting out soft moans of pleasure, and grunts of pain. It
didn’t take either of us long before we reached our climax – our bodies tired
and sore from the sudden exertion that they were no longer accustomed to. Bucky
pulled me into his arms as I carefully rested my head on his chest – making
sure I didn’t touch any of his more sensitive bruises. Before long we both
drifted into a peaceful sleep.
The sound of knocking woke us up several hours later.
“What?” I groaned exasperated at the door as if it could give me an answer.
Bucky grunted in equal annoyance at the sudden intrusion of our privacy.
“It’s Steve – Fury found out more information on your
parents,” Steve’s voice drifted from the other side.
And suddenly reality came crashing back around us.
OK LOOK I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU’RE TEAM JONATHAN TEAM STEVE OR TEAM I-DON’T-GIVE-A-FUCK-ABOUT-THE-BLAND-WHITE-STRAIGHTS CAN WE AT LEAST ALL AGREE THAT CONFUSED AND SCARED STEVE IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING
Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.
A/N: As of now the word count for this series is a little over 13.8k and I still have a bit more to write before it ends. Right now I’m looking at around 12 parts and maybe an epilogue. Is that too much? Are y’all willing to stick with me till the end?
Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, Steve has a few more kinks
It took some major convincing, and a bit of pulling of his limbs on Bucky’s part, but Steve agreed to leave the apartment and take a break. Bucky explained to all of you he planned to take him out to a bar and see some live music. It just didn’t feel right to see him walk out of the door. Even with Nat and Wanda, both of whom you considered to be your best friends, something felt like it was missing as soon as Steve walked out the door.
“Rogers just needs a lover.” Natasha said once you were all settled. She shrugged before she took a sip of her drink. The conversation somehow traveled to Steve. Why did it always travel to Steve? “Like, someone needs to just really…” She bit her lip and started laughing.
“Or the easier and less gross solution: he could, you know, get a hobby.” Wanda tilted her head, opening the bottle of nail polish.
How about more with Steve's long lost cousin? Do we get to see him actually go to Thanksgiving dinner at Joe's house?
Steve wasn’t sure what to expect. Joe was quiet and calm. Like you when you’re not raising hell. Sam had said after he first met Joe. But he didn’t know his wife and children or other relatives.
“I’m prepping them.” Joe said. “Don’t worr–oh, oh -aww.” Joe was more of a Yankees fan, but they watched the Giants together when they could. Even when Steve was overseas.
“That should’ve been a flag.” Steve agreed. He’d found a bar that was playing the game. He had one more day before he was due back in New York and he figured he’d spend it enjoying himself.
“Yeah. -And before you ask, just bring yourself. I’ll see you next week?”
“Yeah, I’m back tomorrow.”
“Enjoy the rest of your super hush-hush trip.”
So here he was, standing just inside the door of Joe’s home with about a dozen relatives staring at him and trying not to.
It was a little blue-eyed, curly-haired girl (Joe’s youngest, he thought) that broke the tension, doubt curving her tiny mouth: “You gotta lot less wrinkles ‘n I thought.”
After that, it was a rush of introductions and laughter (and food, they had an incredible spread). Later on, with Joe’s youngest (Sarah, he was delighted to discover) dozing in his lap, they looked through photo albums, catching him up on the family he’d missed.
Cecelia, Joe’s wife, held up her phone. “And all the photos I took today I’m going to add in, too, you know. You need to be in these albums too, Steve.”
Steve smiled, and felt full in a way that didn’t have anything to do with the five servings he’d had.