let's drown underneath the stars

this prompt really hit home, brb cryin-

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: 𝐢 + 𝐱𝐯.

“i can’t do anything right,” he heaved.

you sat at the edge of your bed, soda crumpled at the bottom of your feet, resting his forehead on your knee. you could feel the tears bleeding into your pants. he shriveled himself up, not meeting your face.

it was a drastic contrast to his warm demeanor, always so full of life. sodapop curtis always thought the show he put on could drown out the ever present panging melancholy hidden deep within his chest. he thought to construct his ideal self out of fabricated smiles and happiness.

he pulled his head up, wiping tears away with his sleeve.

“i’m sorry, you don’t need to deal with this.”

“holding everything in doesn’t help, you know,” you responded, cupping his cheek. you wiped away a stray tear on his cheek with your thumb.

soda held all his emotions tight in his chest, thinking he could flush out any negative emotion when in reality it hoarded itself within him, always lingering in the back of his head. they silently whispered to him, piercing through his late night thoughts. they slowly built up, twisting their way into his thoughts.

”you’re allowed to cry too,” you continued, “it’s okay to release those emotions.”

he smiled bittersweetly, leaning into your touch.

Darry, swiveling his chair around and turning the light on: And where were you?

Pony: I was hanging out... with Two-Bit.

Dally: *smoking* That’s the point.

Two-bit: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

No context just a hot boy

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