kayla

johnny!!! i want to hold that baby every second of every day

Dallas: *whispers to his lawyer*

edit. guess who’s fucking in love with the concept of latino italian-american modern!johnny!! did you guess me? if you did,, huzzah. youre entirely correct

warnings. mentions of abuse, cussing, bullying, etc

side note. these are modern hcs

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- he’s a mess in the kitchen & he’s not crazy about cooking tbh? because his mom used to make him do it all the time so now it bothers the shit out of him

- his stomach is a fucking black hole tho. this boy could eat for years

- he doesn’t like reggae/reggaeton music because his mom used to play music in the house and he can remember times she would hit him when certain songs were playing

- a lot of hispanic boys end up playing sports and i gotta say this kid is phenomenal at soccer

- dally used to make jokes about how johnny was “exotic” (because he’s dallas and we all know we would) until cherry was hanging around with them one day and he said something about johnny’s ethnicity and cherry told him to watch his mouth

- if anything he just makes more jokes

- whatever gets her more fired up

- johnny doesn’t mind it even though everyone thinks it’s fucked up sjdvjdn

- johnny speaks spanish!! literally i love my bilingual baby boy oh my god

- cusses in spanish too

- it works out well because he keeps up this image of being very pure and soft because nobody knows that when he stubs his toe he’s yelling “BALLS”

- he’s very superstitious!!

- i was raised superstitious, but most of the superstitions i’m used to are derived from cuban culture, so forgive me if these don’t match up with him

- i headcanon johnny to be either peruvian/columbian/venezuelan so these may not be accurate to these respective cultures

- he always has to wear socks in the house

- at this point it’s out of habit

- because in a lot of latin cultures you have to wear socks in the house because the cold floors will get you sick!! and he doesn’t want to tempt fate

- if any of the guys have a girl over at the curtis house he won’t let them set the purses on the floor because it typically means you’ll lose money

- so someone will go to set down their bag and johnny will catch it when they’re not looking, right before it hits the ground

- he makes a bomb ass cafe con leche (coffee & milk)

- his little cafecitos could stop wars i swear to god

- darry typically likes his coffee bitter but johnny always makes it sweet and darry NEVER complains bc it’s just That Good

- he doesn’t know what “no space” means

- this boy plays tetris when he’s putting away dishes like if there’s room in the cupboard for these four thousand tupperware lids you can bet he’s gonna fit them all in

- sometimes when he’s nervous she slips up and answers questions in spanish

- a couple times people have thought he just didn’t speak any english

- sometimes kids at school give him shit

- all the stuff like “go back to where you came from” and honestly he hates it but it doesn’t bother him much anymore

- like he’s heard worse so he just ignores it

- twobit’s always offering to beat the racist kids up at school though and johnny is like “nonono relax dude”

- he keeps up with soccer scores religiously on his phone during the finals

- wears his jersey on game day even if he can’t be watching the game bc he’s busy

- when he IS watching the game, him and the boys watch together (pony’s never interested and soda and steve can’t quit slap-fighting but whatveer)

- he SCREAMS when they make goals

- the guy who sort of narrates the entire game always speaks mad fast spanish and no one ever knows what the fuck is going on

- sometimes johnny even gets lost

- johnny and darry can have little conversations in spanish because darry took two years of it in high school

- don’t get me wrong darry sounds VERY white when he speaks it

- and he doesn’t know much of it

- but they still try

- johnny’s regular phrases include but are not limited to: “ay dios” (oh, lord) “no me digaaaaa” (gossipy, like no way/don’t tell me!!!) “ya no puedo mas contigo” (i cant with you)

- the boys do NOT understand his culture’s food but most of them love it

- soda: “why do you eat bananas with meat?”

- johnny: “why do you eat jelly with eggs?”

- soda isn’t skeptical though he’ll eat anything and steve and two-bit are right there with him

- darry will have to cook the food with johnny’s recipe because johnny doesn’t like to cook so

- johnny will be helping him prepare the stuff to make it and he’ll be like

- “hey, darry, man, what spices do you got?”

- “uh. salt?”

- “*chokes*”

- in the end latino johnny is a blessing & i love him :) thanks

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me:

daniel larusso x fem! reader

this may or may not have been for @soda-poppin

•daniel cuddles with you by letting you lie down on top of him, intertwined legs, your head on his chest.

•gets jealous easily like will fight anyone who touches you

•but, gotta patch him up when he fights, he sits on the kitchen counter, you standing in between his legs as you dab his cuts with a cotton ball , and he leans down and kisses you or is like “you’re so pretty”

•piggy back rides

•compliments all the time because he accidentally speaks out loud (it’s the lil voice)

•he tries to fit you and him on his bike and you end up falling off, and it just ends in a fit of giggles

•bike adventures, like vrooming on the beach

•racing each other and he purposely lets you win just to see you all excited

•makes you try on his karate uniform

•you steal his little headband/ bandanna thingy, he has instant heart eyes for you

(that thingy)

•collecting seashells at the beach

•venting to you about being homesick and wanting to go back to new jersey, also crying about his papa :’(

•him introducing you to Mr. Miyagi and mr. miyagi is either embarrassing daniel and teasing him or, teaching you very deep, poetic stuff

•he’s a soccer boy, during one of his games, he’ll go to the stands and give you a kiss before getting his head back into the game (he’s says you’re his lil cheerleader)

•daniel doesn’t know why but like something about your lips, like the way they pout when your sad or perk up when your happy, or if your lips are slightly agape, it just so attractive to him

•dates with him are really wild, like adventures. always on that grind. swinging on a hammock near a beach, climbing a tree by a lake and jumping in, sneaking into movie theaters

•he loves little cheek kisses, like gets his heart fluttering

•he uses overly cute pet names that make you cringe

“baby boo”

“cuddlebug”

“funny hunny”

“num nuns”

“snickerdoodle”

“tootsie wootsy”

•he says you have the softest hands and that’s why he loves holding them (he’s hands are very cold all the time and he likes holding your hand to warm them up)

•he’s a terrible kisser, so you gotta teach him the ways ;)

• nibbles on your lip while you kiss

edit. okay so,,, i fucking love him. sue me. he’s literally so underrated and he deserves so much more attention!! his family life is complex and so is he and ugh. i love him. if this fandom is still alive it needs to step the fuck up (kyle). also pls tell me how you like this one!! just trying stuff out <3

warnings. cussing, heterosexual steve, mentions of abuse, military draft, etc.

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evie becham wasn’t ordinary. she was short and not at all elegant, and her black hair was never combed neatly — it drove steve sort of crazy on a bad day.

but on the same token, it just may have been why he’d fallen for her to begin with. she was devil-may-care and she walked like she wasn’t afraid of where she stood, even though steve knew she could be and usually was, very, very afraid. her mother’s belt had taught her to be that way.

she never quit talking, even when steve wanted the quiet, and he loved it about her. even though morning drives that would be otherwise peaceful were crowded with her chit-chat, he wouldn’t ask for it any other way. even when she mumbled along to the radio, he learned to stand her. she was his girl, blabber-mouth and all.

maybe that’s why it was so hard to leave her.

it was a tired night in the spring of ‘68 when soda got his draft notice. the curtis house was stunned to a sort of silence steve wished he could forget, but it burned into the back of his mind anyway.

he’d never seen soda so scared. there was hope when he went in for his medical exams that maybe his torn ligament would be enough to cast him out of the draft, but it wasn’t. soda cried in darry’s arms that night and steve just sat there and watched.

he hadn’t told anyone that he’d decided to enlist. not yet, anyway.

sodapop was so afraid to be alone that steve couldn’t stand it. he signed his forms and sat up straight, quietly terrified of every movement and every sound in the evaluation center. where he goes, i go, he told himself. we’re brothers. but something inside him begged him to stay.

evie’s voice begged him to stay.

it was a warm night in august when the time finally felt right. he could finally tell her. he picked up evie at quarter to eleven in his well-managed stinger, and held her hand while he drove. she wasn’t quiet, no sir. just kept on talking and talking about how much of a hag her mother was and how pesky her little brother was during the summer.

this once, it didn’t bother him. not in the slightest.

“where’re we goin’ anyway?” she asked, and sat up in her seat, peering over the dash with her nose turned up. “you kidnappin’ me now, randle?”

“yeah,” he said, cooly, and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it soft. “stealin’ ‘ya away.”

she yanked her hand back. “oh, lordy. what ever will i do?”

steve grinned at her, and kept to the road. “you’ll pick a mixtape ‘nd be patient. we’re almost there, so hush up ‘nd lemme get us where we’re goin’.”

she smiled, settled back in her seat. she slid a mix into the radio receiver and hummed along to something by paul anka. steve hated him, but tonight, he wouldn’t argue.

he pulled up to a grassy spot out by gunn’s creek. it was a little lake just off some backroad in the country. it wasn’t too long of a drive and nobody was much around, so they were free to talk and chatter all they liked. he unlocked the car and turned to look at her, and she smiled, sliding out through the passengers seat.

he took a long look at himself in the rear view, like he wasn’t sure of what he saw. but he trusted the boy in the mirror anyway.

evie’d already kicked off her shoes and rolled up her jeans, standing in the shallow end of the water. steve just watched her for a moment, finally understanding what people meant when they said they wished they’d brought a camera.

her short dark hair fell in wisps over her shoulders and her eyes were shut, the moon dancing on her pale skin. she looked like something out of a movie. steve could hardly breathe.

he stood behind her, hands on her waist, and there they were, back to front, just taking in the breeze. he swore he’d never love anyone the way he did her, in that moment, in that time. she was everything.

maybe he was leaving. maybe he’d have to tell her, and maybe it’d break her heart. maybe she’d scream her throat raw and cry until she was empty and maybe he’d hate himself forever, knowing he had to go.

but right then, all knew for certain was her.

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