Stevepop Oneshots

Do it for Dar-bear

*self harm warning, also this isn't Stevepop but idc it's cute but still really sad*
Soda- 16
Soda's POV:
I walked back into our house. I had just came back from a walk, I've been needing them ever since Mom and Dad died.

"Hey D-"

He cut me off, "Why was this in your room?" He held up my lighter.

Fuck. I couldn't help it, I needed to, it was the only thing keeping me sane. It felt so good. I loved doing it because it relaxed all my other conflicts.

"Why did you go through my room?" I snapped back.

"I didn't go through your room, I walked in to see where the fuck you went, and instead I found this. Right on your dresser."

He paused, his face red with anger.

"And don't even try to say that it's PonyBoy's because he slept with me this whole week. And it was in your room, not his." His voice was a hiss. And that's when I knew he was gonna find out.

I stared at him blankly.

"You don't smoke Soda, so what the hell are you doing?" He stood up shouting at me.

I stood there, sniffing and looking down at the floor. I let tears fall.

"Sodapop Curtis, tell me what is happening right this minute!" His voice was sharp, but mine was sharper.

"Do you really want to know? You really wanna fucking know?" I screeched at him, tears flying.

"Yes, I do!" He demanded.

I pulled down my sweatpants, and I pulled up my hoodie, loud sobs escaping my mouth. After a few seconds I pulled everything back up/down.

"Are you happy now?" I sobbed.

I went to storm off, but I was quickly pulled into a hug.

I hadn't hugged anyone in forever. I melted into his arms.

"I-I'm sorry Darry." I sobbed into his shoulder, as he rubbed my back slowly.

"I'm sorry too, bud." I could tell he wasn't crying, but I could feel the sadness radiating off of him.

"And I know I don't even need to ask why, but please tell me you'll stop. You can talk to me Soda." His voice was quiet and soothing, I pulled away.

"Ok." I nod, I will try to stop. For my brothers.

-Ginny and Georgia moment fr, that was my inspo-