#curtis brothers

[clarityroses]

Breaking it up by page bc tumblr only likes 10 picture posts 😔😔

This post btw

[hellothereimaloser]

outsiders request? Sick Ponyboy and Darry and Soda caring for him? bonus points if you make ponyboy look really feverish and on the verge of tears

Lol do i get bonus points 🤩

[boysborntodie]

Soda, in his letter: Ponyboy we miss you so much :(((( Come back Ponyboy :(((( Darry's so upset because you're missing :(((( Things have been so awful Ponyboy :((( Ponyboy :((((

Ponyboy: Soda's spelling fucking sucks :-/

[newtdrawz]

Some really messy art and some incorrect quotes 🤲 expect more of these cuz it's really easy and fast and I'm trying to fight off art block 🤺

Pony being a hater sometimes is actually so funny to me,, (I used a incorrect quotes generator btw 💪)

[vvioletsvoid]

greasers. || the outsiders 1983

[math-is-math]

“The next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him…”

I’ve been rereading the outsiders and I shit y'all not I've been waiting 6 YEARS to draw this exact image. This vision has been in my head ever since I read the hospital scene for the first time 6 fucking years ago and I kept waiting until my skills were good enough to take a crack at it and I finally did it. Never give up on your dreams kids.

Anyway I love a good hurt/comfort moment this moment reigns supreme forever 💪

[imbadatwrighting]

Curtis!reader: Yeah, I think people will be pretty happy with my winning phrase: “You just got banged.” Then I point to my bangs.

Darry: Mm, Hun, don’t say “banged.”

Curtis!reader: What’s wrong with “banged?” I banged you. I banged Soda. I banged Pony. I banged the whole gang!

Darry: Oh my god.

[firefly-sky]

the curtis brothers have movie nights (by pony’s request because darry hates movies and soda can’t sit still, but they put up with it for him)

[matchalattegreen]

Darry: Hey Johnny you wanna stay with us tonight so you don't gotta go home? Johnny: No it's ok- Ponyboy: Come on Johnny, we insist Johnny: Really, its alright- Soda: *eyes wide and hard. Grabs Johnny's shoulders and gently pushes him onto the couch* Sleep

[quizzicalwriter]

I guarantee for years after their parents passed Darry would stay awake and intermittently check in on Sodapop and Ponyboy as they slept to ensure they were still breathing. It'd probably flare around the anniversary of their passing and for a few weeks he'd be irritable and overly tired due to him hardly sleeping in favor of making sure his brothers were still alive.

(I can't help but to imagine Ponyboy waking up at like two in the morning and screaming at the blurry-eyed sight of Darry leaning in their doorway with a straight face.)

[caito-does-stuff]

can’t believe i forgot to post this

[clarityroses]

You should draw Steve giving soda a shoulder ride and Darry yelling at them about it being unsafe 🔥

Eepy but here is art

[hellothereimaloser]

Curtis fluff cause all for bros being bros < 3 Also yes I'm back in the fandom for a time so if any of you got Outsiders requests you can send them to meeee < 3

(also im a big fan of hurt/comfort can't u tell)

[lubtubby]

◥°◉𝑀𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠◉°◤

○𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚌𝚜○

•𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝟿/𝟷𝟷 💀

•𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 '𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜'

•𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊s 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎..

•𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 '𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝙶' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 '𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜' 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝

•𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 lyrics

•𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎', 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛����𝚕

•𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 '𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝

•𝚃𝚠𝚘-𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝙿𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 / 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐

•𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝙸-𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚌

•𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚆𝚒𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚒 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

•𝙸𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

•𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝟼𝟶'𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

•𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝟾𝟶'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 '𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜', '𝙰𝙲/𝙳𝙲', 𝚎𝚝𝚌

•𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 '𝙽𝚒𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚊', '𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜', 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

•𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚎 (𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢)

•𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

•𝚃𝚠𝚘, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝙽𝙰𝙵 𝟷 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝.. 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝.. 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍

•𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍

•𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝

•𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

This was definitely short but hope you guys liked it 👍

[sunsetgreaser]

Darry: Why did you take your antibiotics at 6am when I told you 9am?

Ponyboy: I wanted to surprise the bacteria to catch it off-guard.

Darry: I....

Darry: Yeah, ok.

[callme-holly]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 [𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - waking up with Tim Shepard

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - live laugh love Tim Shepard <33 asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 997 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

It’s early morning, and the sun is just beginning to rise over Tulsa, casting a soft, dim glow on the streets below. Its rays shine in through the gaps in your blinds, bathing your room in a warm light that appears almost golden, standing stark against the darkened shadows upon your walls

Beside you lies none other than Tim Shepard, his arm hanging loosely across your middle, his hair tousled with sleep, and his eyes bleary as he blinks down at you.

The house is silent, save for the muffled snores coming from your brothers’ respective rooms, and you find yourself tucking your face into the nape of Tim’s neck, humming as the all-too-familiar scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne fills your senses. 

His arms snake around you tighter, and he pulls you even closer until you're practically lying on top of him, your legs intertwined, as he buries his nose into your hair. 

“Mornin’, darlin’,” He drawls, his voice still thick with sleep. You can’t help but smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple, his rough and calloused fingers idly tracing patterns against your exposed skin. 

“Hey,” You murmur back softly, tilting your head up so you can press a quick peck on his lips. “I didn’t expect you to still be here.” 

Truthfully, you had expected him to leave hours ago, just as the first signs of daylight began to show, colouring the sky with a variety of pinks and oranges. He usually does, taking advantage of the early hour and the lack of people walking the streets to slip from your house unnoticed, ensuring not to wake your brothers when he leaves.  But today, however, it seems as though he’s decided to stick around.

“I didn’t feel like goin’.” Tim replies, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before stretching out beside you and propping himself up on one elbow. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it further, before giving you a lazy grin. “Suppose you’ll want’ me gone before your brothers wake up.”

You let out a low hum, pulling away from him slightly so that you could meet his gaze directly, your hand coming up to brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead. 

“You know Darry will freak out if he finds you in here.” 

Tim lets out a low chuckle, running a hand down your side before pulling you into his chest once more. “Relax, doll.” He whispers, his mouth finding the shell of your ear once more, peppering butterfly kisses along your neck. “Nobody'll know I'm here.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, pushing his face away with a small laugh. “I’m not taking any chances.” You tell him sternly, sitting up properly despite his grip on your waist and his quiet groan of protest. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim grumbles, letting you pull away from him, though he still doesn't move from his position on your bed. He watches you carefully, studying every feature of your face with an intensity that has never failed to drive you insane as you stand, stretching languidly before turning to fix him with a stern look. He raises his eyebrows questioningly in response, raising both hands in defence.

“Can you blame me for starin’?” He asks, grinning lazily at you. “I mean, damn, y/n, you sure don't want to spend this time doin' something else?” 

You roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of his statement as you make your way across your room, picking up his discarded clothes and tossing them at him. He catches them easily, his eyes still not leaving you as he slips his shirt over his head, the material clinging to his body in all the right places. 

“You’re impossible,” you mutter, turning away from him as he tugs on his wrinkled jeans, immediately pulling a carton of cigarettes from his back pocket. He places one between his lips and goes to light it up, only for you to slap his hand away. 

“Oh no, you don't. Not in here, Timothy Shepard.” You scold, “Do you want Darry to skin me?” 

Tim pauses and lets out a breathy chuckle, his arms circling around your waist once more. He gives you as innocent a look as he can manage. 

“Come on, doll. Don’t be like that.” He trails off, his words sounding as though they were made from honey. His fingers trace slow circles across your stomach, sending shivers throughout your entire body as your eyes flutter shut. “My company ain’t all that bad, is it?” The cigarette is forgotten momentarily in favour of trailing light kisses over your shoulders.

“It’s tolerable,” you tease, smiling as you turn around in his embrace, your hands resting lightly on his chest. “But you better be gone before my brothers wake up.” You add, swatting him away as he begins to place feather-light kisses across your jaw. 

“Oh really?” Tim asks, quirking an eyebrow and smirking down at you.

“Yes.” You reply firmly, reaching out to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb brushing gently under his bottom lip. “Get the hell outta here, Shepard.” 

He nods with a sigh, releasing you reluctantly, pulling on his boots, which he had discarded by your bed the night before, and slinging his jacket over his shoulder. He leans forward and presses one final chaste kiss to your lips before heading over to your window. You watch as he unlatches it, pushing it open carefully and slipping silently out onto the grass below with the same stealth as an alley cat. 

He turns to shoot you one last smirk, his hand cupping your cheek for one brief moment when you lean out to say goodbye, whispering a promise to meet him later on, knowing full well he'll be back in your room, tangled in your sheets once more. 

He flashes another wink before he disappears into the morning light. 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!