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mister-mickey · 1 year ago

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Tim x Darry headconnons plz (like if they can get married or what is it like if they have an adopted child) SORRY TO ASK SO MUCH I just love this ship and its really my favorite one

THANK YOU🙏🏻

Omg tarry is my favorite pairing, I have made these little ship headcanons as well (tarry hcs)

BUT onto these ones

They mostly bond over being both the leaders of their respective gangs and over taking care of their younger siblings ❤️

They are terrible with emotions, communication between them is like pulling teeth 😭

They also have a hard time with each others siblings. Darry CANT STAND curly and is scared of Angela. Tim gets along with both pony and soda but anytime he gets them into trouble darry gets mad at him.

He’s really rather not piss his beau off

They’ve known each other since they were kids (thanks to living in the same area) but were never friends. It was only really after Darry got more involved in greaser stuff that they got along lol

Tim can’t cook for shit. He tries but it sucks so bad. Darry keeps trying to help him but Tim is unhelpable.

Darry is aware that Tim can handle himself, but still gets protective when ppl talk about him. Tim gets mad every time (but also does the same thing)

And omg I’m all the way into this list realizing that I did not answer the other part of the question so I’ll do that now

So for marriage (not legal for homos in the 60s sadly, so I’m sure it’s just a celebration among friends and family) it probably takes them awhile. I can’t imagine either of them really wanting to settle straight away. Maybe they’re in their late twenties/early thirties

Tim probably moves into Darry’s house after pony and soda move out (and after angie and curly are well off enough to be alone)

Tim probably stops gang life in his twenties, just because he gets older and more mature (and not cool anymore) darry stops once the others stop.

For the wedding, again, family and friends. Probably in the form of a cookout at their house. They get rings but I don’t think either of them wear them (they don’t seem like jewellry wearers. They probably keep them on chains around their necks)

Pony officiates lol. Idk I just feel like he would. Soda cries the whole time (Steve has to physically pull him off of darry)

I imagine dally and curly pulling some sort of nonsense at the wedding to piss Tim off (yes I’m choosing to keep dally and Johnny alive)

Tim’s gang isn’t really his family, at this point in his life, he probably doesn’t even know them anymore. So it’s just curly and Angela at the wedding for him.

Darry ofc is the one that people came to see (mr star of the show)

As for a kid, I’d like to say they probably wouldn’t have one, at least not for a while. They both raised their little siblings, they aren’t eager to do it again.

BUT it’s also cute to imagine them having a baby (especially because of how tim is canonically good with babies)

Idk where they got it. Maybe it was left in their doorstep, idk. Fact is, they have a child

Tim wants to be the cool dad but darry has taken that spot without even trying.

Baby adores darry because he’s strong and can throw it in the air ❤️

Tim is jealous ofc. He’s way cooler than darry, the baby just isn’t smart enough to see that yet

Baby still loves him a lot though 🌸

They’re good dads. Not perfect ofc, but they love the baby and the baby loves them.

Now as for the baby’s one million uncles and one aunt.

Angela LOVES the baby. Like, darry is worried she will steal it. She’s always trying to get the baby to say her name (baby calls her “Ana”)

Twobit is next on people taht are obsessed with the baby. I’m sure he has his own kids (seems like the type tbh) but the baby is DARRYS kid. He can’t wait until it’s old enough to be a bad influence on

Dallas is not allowed near the baby because Tim refuses to put the baby down when he’s around (he thinks dally will somehow corrupt his >1 year old and make it dally jr)

Soda is the best uncle by far. He and Johnny are very soft with the baby. Soda is, however, guilty of dropping the baby. He is no longer allowed to hold the baby.

Johnny is scared to hold the baby, but once it’s walking he will play (very gently)

Steve, curly, and pony are the babies worst enemies. Baby fucking hates them so much and it breaks their hearts.

Baby bites steve any chance it gets. Hits him, grabs his nose (which everyone else thinks is adorable but Steve sees it for the attack that it is) Steve has no clue what he did but the baby is his #1 hater

Baby doesn’t like pony. Wont even look at him. Pony adores the baby and this rejection hurts.

Curly and the baby tussle quite often. Baby loves yanking his curls (getting its grubbing fingers tangled in, as someone with baby experience, ow ow ow) if the baby pulls his hair, he pulls the baby’s hair right back. They are sworn enemies.

He loves the baby ofc but keeps a careful distance.

Baby grows up to be an okay kid. Can’t do anything without darry or tim finding out since they both know EVERYONE.

Idk someone name the baby my brain is mush

#the outsiders #tim shepard #darry curtis #curly shepard #dallas winston #angela shepard #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #two bit mathews #dim/tarry #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons

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daryldixonsdoormat · 3 years ago

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Headcannons Johnny Cade

Not temperamental at all. He doesn’t like arguing or getting into fights like the rest of the gang does. Often stays back when there is a rumble or a small fight.

He gets worked up so when you or the gang yell at him in a moment of blind range. He just nods his head and tries to calm himself down before he starts yelling too. No one has heard Johnny yell expect you, he regretted it immediately.

Is first to apologize whenever he has a disagreement with someone not wanting to get into it. People often rule him as a pussy because of it but it’s really him trying to stay out of trouble.

Has attachment issues. When he first met Dally he was dejected but Dally made him feel like someone important. Then Dally got thrown in the cooler for the first time sense they met and the feeling came back.

He met you at the lot one night trying to get away from the problems at your house too. You both share the couch and one another’s embrace. He never felt dejected with you.

Asked you out in quick short sentences, he nagged by Dally for weeks about it. You accepted as anyone would and you both share the lot + the Curtis living room together.

Didn’t start calling you pet names until he was sure you wanted to be with him 100%. Names like: Angel, love, doll, baby, baby girl (idc he does).

Would take a beating for you no matter who it was. Including Dally so yea if Dally is making you uncomfortable he will tell Dal to cut it out. Nothing ever happens though.

Asks you to read to him in you’re free time. Lays his head in your lap while listening intently, if you have read the book to him before. He will recite the sentences he knows with a bright smile. Looking up at you to double check his work.

Finds it hot when you cuss. He gets red in the face when he realizes what he was thinking about. Always staring or keeping a watchful eye on you just in case you need his help.

Is still very skittish after getting jumped. He gets upset when Two-Bit or anyone apart of the gang scares him on purpose. Something simple like a jumpscare in the safety of the Curtis house is manageable. Not in public saying, “Grease” or “Hood” right next to him while shaking his body. He doesn't say anything so when Johnny has a panic attack after a big scare you finally snap and bring it to everyone's attention.

Only tells you about Bob and how his group jumped him. He gets really emotional and insecure about it. So if he cries you’ll put a hand on the back of his head and play with his hair to sooth him.

You tell the gang about the people who jumped him except for Dally. You want to tell Dally privately so he doesn’t fight the whole group by himself. The plan was made, Ponyboy would go to the park by himself and wait for the car to stop. Then everyone will get out of their hiding spots and whoop the Socs asses. You and Johnny are at the lot,(he doesn’t know yet).

Asks you to cut his hair when it gets too long. With scissors most importantly. And when everyone sees the exchange they ask for a trim as well. Even Darry not wanting to spend money at a barbers. Johnny just rolls his eyes at them but smiles softly with happiness.

Loves milkshakes an unhealthy amount. When you guys go to the dinner it’s the first thing he asks for. (Chocolate preferably). The gang teases him for having such a sweet tooth, Johnny just huffs and looks at them tiredly.

Sees Darry as a father figure so he slips up and calls him dad.

Two-Bit: did you just call Darry dad?

Johnny: no? I said… uh

Darry: mhm that’s ok Johnny

Steve to SodaPop: you heard it too right?

SodaPop: Yep sure did

Johnny is very reassuring and is good a comforting you when upset.

“It’s alright love, I’m right here” he whispers holding on securely by the waist. Rubs your back too.

don’t think of him as a softy, just because is nice and kind hearted doesn't mean he sutters like crazy. He speaks his mind. Yes he has nervous habits such as biting his nails but he will tell you every minute of the day how much he loves you.

#johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #Johnny Cade x y/n #johnny cade x you #the outsiders #the outsiders johnny

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blushie14 · 4 years ago

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Campfire Nightmare [Skephalo]

Ayyyy did someone say angst? :D Sooo basically, hurt and comfort fic here. It involves these two sitting by the campfire (I mean, ‘campfire’ is in the title so-) I created a parody of a ghost story so I hope you guys enjoy that. It is spooky month right now afterall. Happy spooky month. :)

It was a peaceful Friday evening tonight. ...Okay well, it WAS a peaceful evening. There was a commotion happening over at Zak and Darryl’s home. It would seem as if they were arguing again.

Unfortunately, this wasn't their usual back and forth playful banter. Oh lord no, it's even worse. Something disastrous happened here.

One of Zak's pranks went wrong. Very, very wrong. Zak was trying really hard to explain himself, but Darryl wasn’t having any of it.

"I said I was sorry!" Zak exclaimed. He isn't mad at Darryl. Far from it, but he was getting a little scared of how mad Darryl was getting at him.

"Sorry!?" Darryl shouted. "Zak! The kitchen is an absolute mess! Why is there so much Kool-Aid powder on the floor!? And how are there pieces of bread stuck on the ceiling!? I literally just finished cleaning the house!"

Zak winced and stayed silent for a bit. This wasn't the first prank that Zak did on him ever since they moved in together. There were many pranks before this. He does like to cause some mischief after all, especially if it involved Darryl.

You’d think this would be unbearable to Darryl, but surprisingly, Zak's pranks usually don't bother him. Usually, Zak's pranks were harmless enough and he would always make sure that Darryl was okay in the end. Heck, Darryl would sometimes try to prank him back.

It was all fun and games until it was taken too far. Of course, it wasn’t Zak’s intention for it to go this way. It was just really bad luck. It was also pretty unlucky for this to happen to Darryl who was already in a horrible mood to begin with.

"H-Hey-" Zak tried to calm him down. "Look, I'm actually really really sorry. I messed up, but I'll clean up everything. You know I always fix everything after I mess around!"

“Unbelievable!” Darryl let out a noise of frustration. He has had it with Zak's shenanigans. All the other things he tolerated, but this was just absolutely ridiculous.

"Darryl please! I'm sorry! What else do you want me to do or say?!"

"Maybe you can not be such an idiot once in a while?!" Darryl angrily spat out. "I swear, am I just someone who you like to mess with all the time?! Is that all I am to you?! This is what I have to put up with all the time?!"

"Wh-.. I-…" Zak was speechless for a moment, feeling crushed. Does Darryl really think he means so little to him? And does he really annoy him that much? It was like a slap to the face.

Wait a minute.

“This is what I have to put up with all the time?”

That struck a nerve. Zak suddenly got angry and shouted back. “This is what I- What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?!”

“You know EXACTLY what I mean when I say that! And don’t raise your voice at me!”

This argument took a turn for the worse as things started getting ugly. It went on and on for a few minutes until Darryl was the one to end it all.

“Okay. Stop it. I don’t want to hear it anymore.” Darryl said with a stern tone. Zak stayed silent with a slight frown in his face as Darryl continued to speak.

"We are supposed to go camping tomorrow morning, but if you're going to keep being this way, then I don't want to talk to you."

Zak opened his mouth and tried to say something but closed it. He crossed his arms and looked down on the floor with a heartbroken look on his face. He has never seen or heard Darryl act so cold before.

Darryl didn't dare look at Zak. He knows if he took one look at Zak's sorry face, he'd probably feel bad. Not this time though. He refused to feel sorry for him.

"I-I'll clean it all up." Zak broke the silence, mumbling probably the 20th apology for tonight. "I'm sorry..."

Darryl stayed quiet while carefully walking over the broken pile of plates and a broken picture frame. "Goodnight, Zak." He said with bitterness in his voice.

As Darryl closed the door, Zak looked around the kitchen taking it all in. He looked at the clock. 9:00pm… This was going to take forever. He should probably start with fixing the sink.

He looked at Darryl's door, fighting back tears and holding himself back from going inside. Darryl needs some time alone right now.

He messed up.. he messed up so badly..

Darryl was laying on his bed, trying to calm himself down. A part of him did feel like he went too far, but he doesn't care right now.

He was so tired. He was so fed up with his tomfoolery.

Moments like these just make him not want to see his face ever again. He was that frustrated. He lays there alone with his thoughts until he slowly, finally drifts to sleep.

The both of them were at the campsite that Zak has talked about. It looked like Zak was excited to be here. He has talked to him about how his family took him and his sister here many times as a child.

Darryl was a little surprised how experienced Zak was. It was like he knew this place like the back of this hand as it seemed like they explored every part of the forest preserve.

The camp was set up surprisingly fast. It was pretty nice spending time just hiking through the forest. It felt like time passed by too quickly when they both realized it was already starting to get dark.

They headed back to the campsite. Darryl noticed that Zak already set up the campfire, along with a water bucket to put it out later.

Time went by, and it was now completely dark. Darryl was busy roasting marshmallows by the fire before he noticed Zak grinning across from him.

"Hey, do you wanna hear something scary?" He eagerly asked him.

Darryl frowned a little. "No ghost stories around the campfire Zak."

"Aww come on!" Zak whined. "Please? My dad told me this story before when I was young. It was really good!"

"So does that mean it isn't that scary?" Darryl hoped.

"Huh? Oh, no." Zak laughed a little. "That dumb story terrified me back then."

"Oh my goodness." Darryl let out a groan, feeling like he was going to regret this. "Okay, just make it quick."

Zak beamed. He grabbed a flashlight, turned it on, and held it below his face to get into the mood.

Darry felt himself shiver. He swore the world around him became so dark that the only things he saw were the campfire, and Zak as he had a frightening smile before beginning the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a young lady who lived in the forest. She fell in love with a young man, who she thought was really cute and sweet. But it had always seemed that the man wasn't aware of her feelings, until that fateful day..."

"To her surprise, he suddenly asked her to meet him by the river which was a part of the forest. He told her to come alone, wanting to tell her something important. She was so excited, daydreaming and hoping that it was a love confession."

Darryl hugged himself a little, knowing that things weren't going to end well.

"She showed up early, eagerly waiting for him to come. She stood there, waiting for hours… until he finally showed up. She smiled wide, so happy to see him. But her smile slowly turned to a look of confusion."

"He brought his friends over...why? She thought they were meeting up alone. But before she could ask, all of them suddenly started to laugh."

"'Wow! I can't believe she's still here! How pathetic!' One of his friends sneered."

"Her face fell. How could they do this to her? She broke into tears when she heard her crush speak up."

"'Yeah! I can't believe she thought that I would ever date her!' His friends cruelly laughed harder as the man she thought she loved walked up to her."

"She slowly stepped backwards as her tears blinded her. He pushed her, making her fall into the river. Everyone ran off afterwards, not knowing the full consequence of what they've done.. None of them knew that the woman couldn't swim."

"None of them knew that he murdered her."

Darryl was mortified as he clearly envisioned the scenario. He was too focused on Zak's story that he forgot about the marshmallows he finished roasting.

"Years passed, and the same guy and his friends have forgotten all about her. They went on a camping trip.. just like us.. to the same forest he drowned her in."

"Things were fine until he noticed that his friends started disappearing.. one.. by.. one. At first, he assumed that his friends just decided to ditch him, but then he felt that something was wrong. He can't find any of them now."

"It was getting darker as he was still looking for his friends, until he suddenly found something peculiar. Something.. or someone was emitting a bright glow into the river."

"Like a moth being drawn to a flame, he couldn't help but be memorized by it.. He went closer and closer until suddenly, BAM!"

Darryl flinched a little by Zak's sudden loud noise.

"A pair of arms suddenly pulled him into the river! The man couldn't do anything to escape before it happened, it was already too late."

"Whatever that was, grabbed him by the neck. It tightly and painfully dug its nails deep into his neck. The man failed around in fright. As he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized a familiar looking face."

"That glowing figure, had that woman's face. That woman he pushed in long, long ago. She had tears streaming down her face… and she looked angry."

"Showing absolutely no mercy to him, she kept him underwater. And he slowly suffered a long and painful death… Some say that her angry spirit still seeks for prey up north where the river resides in this forest."

"Wait, what?!" Darryl exclaimed. "Are you saying that the forest she died in, is in this forest we are in right now?!"

He heard a dark chuckle from Zak, something Darryl has never even heard from him. "Maybe. Coincidently, dead bodies have been found by that river a few times over the years. They all died from drowning. They were all men too."

"Oh my goodness then why did you take us here?!" Darryl frantically said, getting more scared then he already was.

Zak turned off the flashlight and chuckled to lighten things up. "Dude, don't tell me you actually believe in this."

"It doesn't matter if I do or don't, Zak! Any sane person would stay away from places that have dead bodies lying around! What if we get hurt or worse?!"

Zak only chuckled more. "Calm down dude, there isn't anything that's gonna- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT BEHIND YOU!?" He suddenly shrieked out.

Darryl screamed and jumped from where he’s sitting, accidentally kicking the water bucket over which put out the fire. He looked behind him and saw… nothing.

As soon as he heard Zak's laughter, his fear turned into frustration. "Skeppy that was not funny!" Darryl shouted.

Zak was still giggly as he calmed down a bit. "I'm sorry.. oh my god. You have to admit that was good!"

"No it wasn't! You scared me! I thought we were in danger!!"

"That story is made up!" Zak cleared his throat, completely calm now. "There's no freaky woman that died in the river, you have nothing to worry about!"

"Are you serious?!" Darryl groaned. "You made me jump and put out the fire, you jerk!"

"Don't worry! I'll just get some more wood to burn and another bucket of water. We're fine!"

Darryl only sighed in response, glaring at him. They sat in silence for a moment. Zak slightly frowned, but then smiled apologetically.

"I’m sorry.. I'll be right back." Zak said softly before taking his flashlight and leaving.

Darryl wasn't even sure if he wanted to stay up anymore. He just feels like going inside the tent right now. Sitting in silence for what seemed like a few minutes, he suddenly heard a blood curdling scream.

He quickly stood up. That sounded like Zak screaming. "Zak? ..Zak y-you better not be messing with me.. I swear-"

"DARRYL HELP! SOMEONE HEL-" A big splash was heard in the distance.

"Zak?!" Darryl grabbed his backpack and immediately started running. "ZAK?!"

He ran deeper into the forest with no flashlight, running as fast as he could. Panic taking over, he cannot recall where to find the river. He was desperately trying to hear where Zak’s screams were coming from.

"Crud, crud crud. Crud!" Darryl swears that this forest has become even harder to navigate through. Even though he was running as fast as he could, he felt like he was going nowhere.

He heard Zak's desperate cries for help coming from a separate path before hearing complete silence. Darryl tripped and fell before quickly getting up and running another direction.

"ZAK?! WHERE ARE YOU?! CAN YOU HEAR ME!? ZAK!" He didn't hear anything else before he finally stumbled upon the river. He saw the bucket that Zak took, laying on the ground.

But no Zak.

Darryl was panting, frantically looking around. That's when he saw it… No way. This wasn't possible... This wasn't real.

Something was glowing in the water. And it was exactly like he imagined it. It was the same thing in Zak’s story.

Darryl almost ran in the opposite direction, fearing for his life before he saw something else in the water. He saw him. She had Zak captive underwater.

SHE HAD ZAK.

Having another rush of adrenaline, he grabbed a pocket knife in his bag, and jumped into the water, screaming out in both fear and rage.

"LET HIM GO!"

The spirit was confused to see another person jump in before shrieking in pain as Darryl managed to stab her arm.

It was like a game of tug of war between the two. But because Darryl was being relentless, she eventually backed off, letting go of Zak.

Darryl wrapped his arms around Zak and swam upwards to the shore. Once they were out of the water, he slowly dropped Zak and kneeled on the ground, shaking and gasping for breath.

While he wasn’t looking, the spirit came up from the surface, going towards the both of them.

Before she could drag Zak's body into the water again, Darryl noticed her and quickly dragged him far away from the water.

Even though he was absolutely horrified, he held the pocket knife in his hand as a threat. She stared at him angrily as he carried Zak's limp body away.

When he was sure that he got out of her sight, he gently placed Zak on the ground, catching his breath once again.

“Zak? ..Are you okay? ..Can you answer me?” He looked at him. Zak wasn’t moving an inch. Darryl immediately feared the worse.

He held him in his arms, shaking him a little. “Zak? ...H-Hey, please wake up.. geppy?”

He couldn’t hear him breathing.

His hand trembled as he checked for a pulse.

...Nothing.

Tears started falling from his face. “No.. nonononono. Zak, don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. D-Don’t leave me like this.”

Darryl tried to perform CPR in a desperate attempt to revive him. It wasn’t working. He knows that it wasn’t working. But he was still doing it, refusing to give up on him so easily.

“Zak?!” More tears started falling out as he stared at his body in disbelief. “You.. You muffin head!” Darryl started to shout.

“If you don’t wake up right now, I’m never going to forgive you! You hear me?! I-I’ll never forgive you!”

His voice started to crack as he trembled even more, attempting to do CPR once again. Tear droplets hitting Zak’s face.

“I’m never going to forgive myself if you died because of me, Zak! Please! Say something! Please tell me that you’re faking it! Please tell me this is a horrible troll! P-Please!”

Unforgivable cold dead silence.

“No.. no..” He broke down and hugged Zak tightly as if his life depended on it, choking out sobs. How could he let this happen?

Even with his blurry vision, he thought he saw something glowing from the corner from his eye. Did the spirit manage to follow him? Darryl doesn't know, but he doesn’t care.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so so sorry.. Z-Zak..” He barely whispered out.

He wanted him back. He wanted to see his muffin full of life again.

Darryl jolted awake, sitting upwards from his bed. He was breathing heavily, wiping the tears that were falling from his eyes. What a horrible nightmare...

He curled up, shaking.. taking a moment to process that it was only a dream. A terrible dream that felt way too real at first. He took out his phone to look at the time. It was 1:00am. He wasn’t going to go back to sleep at this rate.

He got out of bed and walked out of his bedroom. The moment he stepped out, he was surprised to see the kitchen, remembering that it was a total wreck before. But now it was as if nothing happened at all. In fact, it looked better than before.

The kitchen table caught his eye since there were flowers in a vase that wasn’t there before. He walked up to take a closer look at it and found out there was a note in front of the vase. Curious, he picked it up and read it.

“Hey! Good morning Darry! Hope you’re feeling a little better after last night. I’m still really sorry about that. It’s not much, but I hope these flowers cheer you up a little bit. I also bought a new picture frame in order to replace the broken one. When I wake up, you can tell me if you still want to go camping together.”

Darryl’s eyes trailed off to the side. He didn’t even notice the picture frame near the flowers. He picked the picture frame up. The picture… The picture was the both of them smiling happily into the camera. It was taken on the day they first saw each other in person. He looked back at the note.

“I’m sorry that you have to put up with me sometimes. -Zak <3”

Darryl felt even worse as he started to feel an awful amount of guilt. Tears were welling up again. He looked across the hallway and laid his eyes on Zak’s room.

Zak was laying on his bed, half asleep. He was exhausted, taking over three hours to clean up his mess and set up the few new things for Darryl. He was just about to fall asleep until he heard his door open.

He turned to his side, slowly opening his eyes. “Darryl?..” Zak looked at him warily until he sat up in both confusion and concern when he noticed that Darryl was crying. “Are you.. okay?”

Darryl still wasn't over the nightmare that he had. Even though it didn’t happen and he already knew Zak was fine, he was so relieved to see his face. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, sobbing quietly.

Zak didn’t know what to say at first. He didn’t know why or how Darryl was this emotional. As he hugged him back, he felt Darryl squishing him even tighter. “D-Darry? What’s going on? ..Can’t breathe.”

“I’m sorry.” Darryl quietly said, loosening his grip on him. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m-”

“Woah woah, Jesus Christ dude.” Zak let go of Darryl to look at his face that was covered in tears and frowned. “What the heck happened? Why are you crying? Sorry for what?”

“For being a dumb.. muffin head..” He wiped his eyes. “I-Idiot.. I’m.. I didn’t mean it. I-I didn’t mean any of it. I’m sorry..” He whined.

Darryl hugged him again, hiding his face against his chest. Zak looked down on him with a soft sad look on his face. He was still mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over again.

Zak wrapped his arms around him, ruffling Darryl's hair a little. "Darryl, it's fine. I'm okay."

"No, it's not fine!" Darryl cried out. "If I wasn't being such an i-idiot, I would've helped you clean instead of ignoring you like a jerk... 'Putting up with you all the time.' ..W-Why did I say that?!"

Zak felt himself tear up a little. Because yes, that did hurt a little bit hearing that from him, but he wasn't expecting Darryl to be this distraught about it. Zak already knows that he didn't fully mean it.

"Aww Darry.." Zak rubbed his own eyes before hugging Darryl a little tighter, speaking softly. "Aren't you being a little harsh on yourself? This is all you're upset about? I'm not even mad about it anymore."

"I-I'm sorry.." Darryl sniffled. "This might sound silly but.. I also had a really bad nightmare a-and," he started to tremble again. "I really thought I lost you."

Even though Zak didn’t fully understand, he continued to reassure him. "It's alright Darryl.. I'm here if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you.."

Zak still had both arms wrapped around him, lightly resting on his head. Darryl silently sat still, calming down to the sound of his slow breathing. After a few minutes, he opened up about his bad dream.

He recalled how they were both camping in the woods. He remembered the ghost story and how it ended up being "real." And worst of all, how Zak.. slipped away from him.

Zak stayed silent and listened to every word. He would hug Darryl tighter if he was starting to get emotional again at some parts. Once he was done, Zak gently cupped his face as he looked him straight in the eyes.

"You don't ever have to worry about losing me. Okay?"

Darry felt more tears falling as he held back a smile. "You muffin head. Are you trying to make me cry more?"

Zak slowly started to smile, still having a hold on Darryl’s face as he gently pinched his cheeks. "Besides, even if you try to push me away, I'm not going anywhere.."

He pulled himself closer to Darryl to make their noses touch. "..whether you like it, or not." Zak grinned.

Darryl smiled as he wiped his face one last time. A light chuckle came from him. "You know what? ..I think I won't mind if I'm stuck with you."

"Good!" Zak let out a short laugh before hugging him again, peppering one side of his face with small kisses.

Darryl was caught off guard until he felt himself melt. The sudden affection from Zak wasn't expected and as a result, it made him giggly. He slightly tried to squirm away from him, but he was trapped in Zak's arms.

Zak felt his own heart melting as he heard just pure adorableness. He'd prefer Darryl's giggles over Darryl's crying any day.

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Darry.." Zak giggled, continuing his kissing attack. Darryl squirmed even more, but to no avail. He was stuck as a giggling mess.

"Okay, okahahay! I gehehet it!" He gave up squirming in favor of trying to cover his flustered face from Zak.

Zak slowly came to a stop and smiled. "Happy now?"

Darryl was still giggling, but he nodded yes.

Zak let out a hum of content and took hold of Darryl's hands. "You know, you really didn't have to apologize to me. I did basically destroy the kitchen."

"I know but I felt so bad.." Darryl whined a little. "I was being mean.."

"Oh my god." Zak laughed. "Okay, then we're both idiots. There." The both of them giggled at this, happy that the atmosphere became light-hearted.

"I'll take it easy with the pranks, Darryl." He gently squeezed his hands. "I'm sorry."

Darryl smiled and squeezed back. "I'm sorry too. I'll try to watch my temper around you." He smirked a little. "Even though you make it hard for me to not lose my marbles."

Zak laughed. "Okay, you know what? That's fair."

Darryl sighed as he hugged Zak, cuddling beside him. He felt like staying, not wanting to leave Zak's side. Zak didn't mind, he looked at his phone checking the time.

Zak groaned a little. "I think we're going to be too tired to go camping later today."

"Oh my goodness, that almost slipped my mind… Should we reschedule it?"

"I think we should." Zak smiled. "I don't mind."

It was silent for a while. They were looking into each other's eyes and were completely exhausted.

"I'm so lucky I have you.." Darryl mumbled.

Zak's eyes widened and his face flushed before he burst out giggling. "You idiot.. that's my line."

Darryl giggled out tiredly in response. After a few minutes, they finally fell asleep after a long night.. hand in hand.

And the best part? No nightmares took place this time.

[End]

#skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #fanfiction #my writing #tw knife #tw death #<_< uh.. I can explain #its not what it looks like I swear

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cannot-handle-steve-randle · 4 years ago

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Dresses and Confessions | Steve Randle x Reader

this is my first time writing anything!!! it’s just a fluffy steve one shot. I hope you guys like it!! <3

summary: steve loves (y/n), and (y/n) loves steve. neither has confessed their feelings to the other, but when steve hears that (y/n) has her eyes on someone, he knows he needs to speak up before he misses his chance with her.

word count: 1652

It was a warm July night, and you and your best friend decided to go out and dress up. Even though there weren’t many fancy places in Tulsa, you decided it would be fun to throw on some dresses and heels and go out on the town for the night.

You had been friends with the Curtis family for forever, having grown up on the same block as them. You became very close upon entering your high school years and they pretty much considered you part of the gang. In fact, you had been introduced to the rest of the guys a couple years back and you loved each of them. They were always there for you when you needed them, and they loved having you around as well.

Overtime, you took a particular liking to Steve Randle. Steve always made you laugh. Whenever you were upset, you’d talk to Steve because he’d never fail to make you smile. In return, you’d always be there for him when his Dad upset him. He’s a very caring person, and he can be quite emotional, which you realized as he slowly opened up to you more and more. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you realized you had feelings for Steve, you just knew they’ve been around for a while. It seemed as if Steve felt the same way about you, but he hadn’t made any serious moves yet. You wanted him to make the first real move and ask you out, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait before you said something yourself. You didn’t speak of your feelings to any of the guys, because you didn’t want Steve to hear from anyone but you anyways.

After your girls night out, you found yourself driving over to the Curtis household, because after all you spent most nights hanging out with the guys anyway.

“Hey guys” you spoke as you entered the house. And as the guys looked up to address you, their jaws dropped in the process. For a moment, it seemed as if none of your favorite greasers could speak. “What’s going on? Why are you all looking at me like that?” you questioned after a moment of silence.

Dally was the first to speak up, and of course he got straight to the point. “Damn (y/n)! You look hot as hell! Where have you been all dressed up like that?” he said as you instantly started blushing. “I went out with a couple friends for the night and we thought it’d be fun to dress up”, you spoke as you glanced down at your wine red colored cocktail dress and your strappy gold heels. You had your makeup done naturally, and your (y/h/c) hair was curled into loose waves. “You look great, (y/n)” Johnny said and Ponyboy agreed. “Aw stop that, you guys are making me blush” you said as you giggled a little bit. You fully walked into the house to greet all of the boys, and when you got to Steve he was looking at you in complete awe. “What’s up, buttercup” you said playfully as you hugged him. He chuckled and said “you look incredible, (y/n)”. You felt your face get red as you gave him a quick thank you. Once you hugged everyone you sat down at the table to watch the guys play their game of poker. You sat at the only open seat, which was between Dally and Darry, across from Steve. The entire time, Steve seemed a little distracted. Every time you glanced in his direction, you caught him looking at you with a look in his eye you have never seen before. And each time you made eye contact, you’d throw a small, bashful smile his way. “So (y/n)”, Two-Bit spoke from the living room, “did you pick up any guys while you were out tonight? because I’d find it hard to believe that no guy would approach you while you’re looking like that.” You immediately felt a little nervous, because the truth was one guy did ask for your number, but you politely declined. However, you ultimately decided to tell the guys what happened, in hopes of maybe getting Steve‘s attention. “Actually, yes one very nice guy did ask for my number, but I told him I wasn’t interested” you responded. You quickly looked at Steve to see if his expression had changed at all. He looked a little curious, but then your thoughts were interrupted by another question. “If he was nice, why’d you turn the guy down?” Soda asked. You thought to yourself “what the hell”, and threw all caution to the wind while preparing for the interrogation that was bound to be thrown your way after your response. “Well, if you all must know, I told him that I have my eye on someone at the moment.” And of course, as you predicted each of the guys immediately started questioning “who’s the mystery guy???” and “is he in this room??” This went on for a good five minutes. They were so loud (as always), so you had to yell over all of them to be heard. “GUYS I WILL UPDATE YOU ON MY LOVE LIFE ONCE I’VE GOT IT FIGURED OUT MYSELF, I PROMISE.” And with that promise, they let you be. Of course, one of them would occasionally throw out a name that would be incorrect. Even Pony and Johnny, who had been quiet most of the night, threw in the names of a few guys which were all incredibly wrong. You were surprised that none of them could see you had feelings for Steve. You thought it was obvious, but you were a little glad it wasn’t so apparent to them.

As the night ended and all the guys shuffled out of the Curtis house one by one, you also got ready to leave. You said your goodbyes and made your way to the door, but a hand grabbed your arm before you could make it out of the house. You turned around, and you suddenly found yourself face to face with none other than Steve himself. “Hey, could I talk to you before you go?” He asked. “Yeah of course, is everything alright?” You questioned as you both headed outside towards your car. “Yeah everything’s fine, I just have to tell you something that’s been on my mind for what feels like an eternity, at this point.” He responded. “Steve you’re kind of starting to scare me, what’s going on?” You questioned as you internally hoped this was the moment you’ve been waiting for for months on end. “I’m just going to go on and say it” he started, “I love you, (y/n). I think a part of me always did, and as time went on that part grew bigger and bigger until I completely fell for you. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do. I’ve never been able to open up to anyone as quickly as I did you. My days feel off if I don’t see you. I think about you constantly and I think you’re the most beautiful girl on this dang planet. And when you told Two and Soda that you have feelings for someone else tonight, I knew I needed to speak up before it was too late. Heck, it might already be too late, but I just had to try.” He finished his little speech and you were shocked. You weren’t expecting him to feel as strongly as you did. I mean, Steve Randle just told you he’s in love with you. You had planned this moment out in your head so many times, but you never really got around to the part where you responded to his confession. “(y/n) please say something, say anything...” he continued when a moment of silence passed between the two of you. You weren’t really sure what to say, you were so overwhelmed with so many emotions so you did the first thing that came to mind: you leaned up, grabbed the back of Steve’s neck, and you kissed him. He was shocked at first, you could tell, but after a brief moment he kissed back. It was a kiss full of love and passion, one that took your breath away. Once you both pulled away to breathe, you leaned your forehead against his. “The guy I’ve been pining after is you, Steve. It was always you. I feel the same way. I love you. I always have, and I think I always will.” His face lit up with that big smile of his that you loved. He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time you both smiled into it. You couldn’t remember a time you felt this happy. You were knocked out of your trance when he pulled away from the kiss and spoke again. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow night. We can go to the drive in after my shift at the DX” he said. “I would love that. More than anything” you said. “Alright then it’s settled, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7” said Steve, as he pushed a piece of hair out of your face. You looked at your watch and realized how late it was. “Oh sugar! I have to get home before my parents start worrying, but I’ll see you tomorrow at 7”, you said just before you gave him one last goodnight kiss. “Goodnight darlin’, drive safe” he said as you got in your car. You waved goodbye to him before you drove off to your house. You were smiling the entire way home and you could not stop thinking. You loved Steve Randle. And he loved you just as much. You knew one thing for sure: tomorrow was going to be a good night.

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laterzgators · 4 years ago

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How the gang would be like in modern times.

Kinda basing this off of texts I have with my friends because I get reminding everyday that my old friend group (kinda still my friend group.) are like the gang.

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Ponyboy

He would have like an iPhone 6 in 2020. And he would be so upset about it. But he wouldn’t complain cause his brother didn’t have money for him to have an iPhone 11 or something.

He uses every platform to text. He probably only texts like Johnny and sometimes Dally.

Johnny and him would FT for hours and during them be like “look what I sent you.” And then proceeded to a meme.

Still a whiny baby boy but 2020 edition

Didn’t pay attention to politics cause he isn’t voting so he has no say. :/

Would probably watch anime- but like mainstream.

Has two instagram accounts one for public people he knew and a secret one to post what he wanted cause Darry probably looked into his phone-

Tries to show Darry how to use a smartphone. Darry won’t understand it. But he tried.

Track team until COVID hit 🙄

Hated virtual learning. HATED IT.

Especially when Darry didn’t have work that day he would peep into Soda and Pony’s room to see him on his desk on a call.

Pony putting his arm down shooing him away. “Darry...I’m in class please shh.” “Don’t worry bout me I’m just listening. Making sure these teachers actually are teaching ya.”

Somehow went brain dumb with this type of learning some days so when a teacher would ask him to answer something he would mute and turn off the camera or leave the call.

He was happy when he did know the answer a certain day.

• Having to text Johnny or Two bit to join a class cause the teacher was doing attendance.

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Johnny

Texts Ponyboy and Dally pretty evenly. Though Pony would start being whiny when he didn’t answer. Johnny also probably had an older phone like an iPhone 6 or se maybe even an LG but he wouldn’t complain. He was just fine with having a phone. At least it worked.

Has a whole Instagram account about memes. Pony probably helps manage it.

Watches anime with Pony cause he finds it interesting. Does he understand what’s going on? No not at all but if Pony likes it then it’s okay.

Does really like Naruto though-

He hates school. It’s bad enough he skipped it most days. But now ITS AT HOME SO HE HAD NO EXCUSE TO NOT DO IT!

He would usually join the zoom calls but he kept his camera off and was on mute. His parents were probably arguing-

Some days he could be with Pony at his house and did his zooms from there.

Pony spamming him to join the class.

Pony: “Johnny Mr Fullb-“

Johnny: “I’m about to join just be patient pony.”

Dally sent him a nude once and he was SCARED. Dally used social media for that purpose but we will get more into that later-

He apologized a lot btw-

FT calls were fun cause he would put his phone in a certain position and do work and Pony being high on adrenaline would run around his room and you could see it on camera. It was funny.

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Dallas

Where do I even start for this man....

TAKES FREAKING A MILLION NUDES LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING ITS GROSS

Poor Johnny once got sent one on accident.

He is still traumatized

Virtual women and real women double bonus for him. He would text or dm one chick and be asking a girls number physically at the same time.

Mans gotta multitask-

Bully people on the internet.

Mainly pony for some reason. He did it playfully but Pony would get upset so quickly-

Pony.boy_curtis posted a picture. Caption: Read this poem at school and I’ve been vibing with it.

Comments: @Dal_winSton: Haha THATS dumb. (And more spam of him that includes 😀 that emoji.)

People would call him an eboy and he didn’t like that. He was just edgy in his own way.

Stole a iPhone 11 Pro so that’s how he has this phone.

GC with the whole gang existence and he was like “This is dumb we see eachother everyday.”

He was a weird teen-

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Sodapop

My manz always texted Ponyboy when he was to lazy to speak.

Texted a lot of people cause he was that guy. But mainly Steve, Sandy (when they were still a thing.), Darry, and Pony.

His IG was filled with nice pics of him and girls just commenting about how handsome he was. He got annoyed of it at a point and turned off the comment section.

Probably had tiktok and made Pony get it.

Had a free subscription of Spotify and my boy loved his music.

Texting pony is like.: “Hey could you tell Darry that I got the eggs he needed earlier.” Pony never told him. Darry got home with a carton of eggs and started yelling that they wasted money on extra eggs. And Pony stood there after hours of finally looking at the text and would just back up.

Random girls dming asking if he was single.

It made him uncomfortable.

But Steve would grab his phone and say random things to the girls and they’d leave him alone.

He didn’t understand Pony’s memes but liked them cause they were on his page.

He or Darry probably asked later on what it meant.

“Uh-huh.” Is the response after Pony took an hour explaining it.

Still didn’t get it.

Followed every single person he knew or liked on Instagram or any platform.

“PONY CAN I USE YOUR HOTSPOT MY INTERNET ISNT WORKING!!!”

Pony just yelled back sure.

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Darry

You thought Soda was bad nah Darry is a full on Karen-

Had probably had a flip phone until 2018

Loved Karen memes. Pony would see him liking them on fb and he’d just LAUGH.

Yelling at Pony to help him with his phone.

Pressed the wrong buttons all the time.

Probably had an LG-

DIDNT get texting 🤦‍♀️

Telling Pony not to talk to strangers on the internet.

Would have Rants on Facebook.

He pays for cable even though no one in that house used the Tv except him.

Would be so confused on the GC

“IF YOU ARE GONNA GO OUT WITH JOHNNY PUT ON YOUR MASK PONY!”

In the GC: Two Bit: Calm down Jamal dont pull out the nine.

Darry: Who is Jamal and what do you mean by pull out the nine??

Pony: PFT- CHILE I-

Darry: WAIT I SEARCHED IT UP IN THE GOOGLE DO NOT SAY INAPPROPRIATE THINGS IN THIS CHAT TWO BIT MATTHEWS!!!

It’s scary seeing him in our times-

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Two Bit Matthews.

MEME LORD

All the memes all the jokes he understands it.

He is an intellectual.

Was barley passing school. He was usually on his phone in class.

He probably also had tiktok.

Dmed girls all the timeeee-

Hey good looking

You have been blocked by this user

WHA-

Yeah he didn’t realize girls didn’t like that

Had a whole page dedicated to memes because obviously.

DIDNT join virtual school at allllll

He was busy playing roblox like the cool kid he was.

He is legit a 9 year old-

Hated wearing masks but he did it.

Still hung out with Pony and the gang even with Corona.

He spammed the GC at like 4 a.m when he was super sleepy but still awake and asked all kinds of questions.

“If we call an orange orange can we call orange fruit?” Confusion.

He was something else-

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Steve

Texted Soda during work.

Also texted Evie during work.

Google was his new best friend.

He used google a lot he just did.

Only had Instagram cause Sodapop begged.

He got used to it after a while.

Would get Ponyboy in trouble whenever he posted something that he knew could get him in trouble

Would post pictures of Darry doing random things and say “Superman” in the caption. LOL

Used LMAO a lottt for some reason

On the GC if someone was spamming he’d just say SHUT UP. Like a lot but he would.

He never wore his mask and if he did it was on his chin.

Pictures of chocolate cake.

That’s probably it lol.

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That’s all. I hoped you liked it. Sorry I’m posting so late lol-

#80s movies #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #johnny cade headcanons #dallas winston headcanons #se hinton

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darriness · 4 years ago

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Klaine Fic - You’ll Always Be The Home - Chapter 1

Author: darriness

Fic Summary: Everything is finally settled in Kurt and Blaine's life...right?

Rating: T

Link to: Prologue

Chapter Word Count: 3172

Chapter Summary: A wedding.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, or just read the prologue to this. Here’s chapter 1! As always thank you to my amazing beta @darrenismydarcy

AO3 Link

Four years is a long time. A lot can happen in four years. A lot can change. In one four year span for example, Kurt and Blaine met, became friends, became boyfriends, graduated high school, broke up, and got back together again.

In the four years since their reunion, Blaine and Kurt have moved in together, graduated college, gotten engaged, started careers, and planned a wedding.

But if you ask Kurt and Blaine? The past four years have felt like both a lifetime and a milli-second in equal measure.

Blaine adjusts his cuffs and fidgets with his lapels as he stands behind the rows of chairs in front of him. Before he can once again reach for his lapels, his hand is grabbed and he turns to smile sheepishly at Bethany.

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

Bethany smirks and squeezes the hand she has in her own, “You’re adorable.” Her eyes soften as Blaine’s eyes flit around the room, “I am so happy for you...you know that right?”

Blaine’s eyes train back on his little sister and he smiles, “I do know that.” He says, softly, squeezing her hand in return.

*Four Years Ago*

“Can I paint my room any colour I want?” Bethany asks as Blaine fumbles for with the keys in the lock.

“Hmm?” Blaine hums distracted as he tries not to drop the bags in his hands.

“I said, can I paint my room any colour I want?” Bethany repeats.

“Oh uh, I don’t know. We’ll have to ask Kurt, I guess.” Blaine responds, finally getting the key in the lock and opening the door to the small apartment for only the second time. He hasn’t been back since he and Kurt got back together and now he and Bethany are going to be living here.

Bethany sighs as she pushes past Blaine in the unrefined way of a 12-year-old who wants to be the first one in, “We live here now. Can’t you make the decision? Or are we going to have to ask Kurt for everything now?”

Blaine sighs as he drops the bags he’s been carrying just inside the door. The apartment is empty, Kurt is at class. The pair had decided it might be easier to move in when Kurt wasn’t home.

“Just…” He doesn’t know how to answer. He’s never lived with anyone beside his family which means he’s never moved into someone else’s house. He’s not sure what the ‘rules’ are, or even if there are any.

Bethany rolls her eyes and flops down on the couch, letting the backpack she had been carrying fall on the ground next to her, “You said this would be a good thing for us.” She says with a raised eyebrow.

“It is.” Blaine says with a surety he doesn’t really feel. He knows Bethany was fine with moving and happy that Kurt was back in their lives but she’s also twelve...who knows if this really makes her happy.

*Present Day*

Music starts to play and Blaine takes a deep breath as he realizes that’s his and Bethany’s cue to walk down the aisle. He feels Bethany shake his hand in hers and he looks over at her with a smile. She smiles back at him before the pair begin to slowly make their way down the aisle.

He tries not to look over the crowd but can’t help but cast his gaze quickly over the faces. Friends and family all with beaming faces but unlike the former that is a mixture of friends they have as a couple and separately, the latter is all Kurt’s. Blaine threads Bethany’s arm more tightly in his own and keeps walking with a polite smile on his face.

When he and Bethany are finally at the altar he lets go of her hand and takes his place in front of the officiant as she takes hers just behind him as his ‘best woman’. He reaches to fidget with his suit jacket one more time as the music changes to signal it’s Kurt’s turn to make the walk he and Bethany just made.

He turns, like the audience in front of him does, to look at the back of the room and takes a deep breath when he sees Kurt standing arm in arm with his father. He feels Bethany nudge him in the back and he would turn to look at her if he wasn’t so transfixed. He has a feeling she would be beaming at him and maybe winking, anyway.

*Three Years Ago*

Blaine gets home from class with a tired but happy sigh. He loves New York, he loves school, he loves everything about his life right now.

“Bethany I said no!” He hears Kurt say from the direction of the kitchen and pouts his lips thoughtfully, pausing as he takes off his scarf.

“You’re not my dad!” Bethany shouts back at Kurt and Blaine hisses in a breath.

There’s quiet for a moment and Blaine is wondering who is going to blow first. Since moving in, Bethany and Kurt’s relationship has changed slightly. They’ve gone from partners in crime, so to speak, to something more resembling father/daughter, or at the very least, caregiver/child. Blaine knows Kurt tries not to act that way but it’s unavoidable when living under the same roof. Blaine isn’t necessarily surprised but there have been times, like the one right now, when he wishes they could go back to the way they were before.

Finally, Bethany lets out an unintelligible growl and stomps off toward her bedroom, not even realizing Blaine is there when she huffs through the living room.

Kurt follows a moment later but at a slower pace and doesn’t appear to want to actually follow her as her bedroom door slams. He sighs when the slam happens and swings his gaze to Blaine - fixing him with a resigned expression.

“She wanted to take the subway, by herself I might add, to a concert in the park.” Kurt recounts.

Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up, “Well, thank you for saying no.”

Now Kurt’s glance is slightly withering, “Of course I said no.” He says before sighing and looking back at Bethany’s door, “I honestly never imagined I’d be a parental figure to a teenager in my early 20s.”

It sounds more like he’s saying it to himself than Blaine but Blaine’s stomach still clenches with anxiety, “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I’ll talk to her.” He swallows thickly.

Kurt does a double take before he seems to realize what he said and he moves quickly to Blaine’s side and puts his arms around his waist and his forehead to his temple, “Hey, no. That’s not what I meant.” He says before sighing, “Just because I didn’t think my life would be this way doesn’t mean I don’t love it.” It’s Blaine’s turn to give Kurt a withering glance. Kurt shakes his arms around Blaine, “I’m serious! In a few minutes I’m going to go in there and talk with Annie and everything will be fine. Just because she and I fight now doesn’t mean I’m not happy with our life.”

The sincerity in Kurt’s voice makes Blaine breathe a little easier.

*Present Day*

When Kurt and his dad finally, after what feels like the longest walk down the aisle ever (definitely longer than Blaine and Bethany’s was), make it to the altar Blaine can barely contain himself. He tries to wait as patiently as possible for Kurt to hug his dad and then take his place in front of Blaine but the wait for that to happen feels almost as long as the walk did.

Finally, FINALLY, Kurt is smiling at Blaine and reaching forward to grab his hands. Blaine feels like he can truly breathe for the first time all day. He is so ready to marry this man.

*One Year Ago*

“Are you sure I can’t film this?” Bethany asks.

Blaine chuckles nervously, “No, you cannot film this! I’m already nervous enough as it is.”

Bethany smirks, “Yeah but don’t you want to remember this for all of eternity? I mean, unless he says no or you get a divorce or…”

“Annie!” Blaine exclaims, making Bethany giggle in a way she doesn’t usually do anymore. Blaine’s learning there are a lot of things 15-year-old girls ‘don’t do anymore’.

“He’s here!” Bethany squeals, pointing over Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine turns around in his seat to watch Kurt talk to the hostess before getting shown to the table where Blaine and Bethany currently sit. It’s a fancy restaurant where the hostess even pulls out Kurt’s chair for him before he sits down.

“Oh, thanks!” Kurt says with an amused chuckle at the gesture as he takes his seat, “Hey!” Kurt enthuses, reaching forward to grab Blaine’s hand and smiling at Bethany.

“Hey!” Blaine smiles back as Bethany waves.

“So, what’s the special occasion? I mean, not that I don’t love fine dining and a chance to wear one of my fancier outfits…” Kurt asks, looking back and forth between the siblings.

Blaine swallows. He had originally wanted to wait to do this until later in the meal but…

“Kurt,” He starts and he can feel Bethany’s eyes on him. She had also been under the impression this would come later and obviously understands the tone he’s using. Kurt seems to understand something big is coming too because he sits a little straighter and he tilts his head in interest. Blaine swallows one more time, “Kurt, when you came into our lives my only focus was Annie. And while I love her to death and have never for a second regretted becoming her primary caregiver...I wasn’t really living.” Kurt’s eyes have widened in seeming shock but he stays quiet, “And then you came into our lives and...everything got more colourful. You opened my eyes and my heart to a love I don’t think I could ever even imagine and I am so thankful to you for that.”

Blaine sends one more glance at Bethany who is beaming at him and nodding before he takes a deep breath and gets down on one knee. The tables closest to them are looking on but Blaine only has eyes for Kurt - who is currently staring down at him with wide glistening eyes.

“I love you more than words can say, Kurt, and you would make me the happiest man in the world if you would agree to become my husband.” He produces a velvet box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a platinum band with inset diamonds. Kurt gasps, “Kurt, will you marry me?”

Kurt is nodding before he even finishes speaking, “Yes.” He whispers breathlessly.

Kurt pulls Blaine to his feet and into a kiss as the tables closest to them begin to clap. The loudest cheers are, of course, from Bethany, who makes the pair laugh as she whoops and hollers.

*Present Day*

The ceremony is simple and yet perfect. They debated writing their own vows but decided, instead, to go the traditional route; saying ‘traditional’ words in a ‘non-traditional’ situation really appealed to both of them.

It turns out Blaine cries more than Kurt, but Bethany cries more than both of them to the point where Blaine pauses and asks the officiant to wait before turning and hugging Bethany to him for a brief moment. She cries into his shoulder and their photographer captures the moment forever.

When it comes to their first kiss as husbands, Kurt goes off script just a little bit and bends Blaine in a dip to press their lips together. The room cheers around them at the action and the pair come up laughing - Blaine slightly embarrassed but overjoyed, and Kurt exceedingly proud...and also slightly embarrassed.

As they walk back up the aisle hand-in-hand, they smile at their family and friends who are all beaming back at them.

*One Year Ago*

“Kurt, why are we still doing this? You’re already engaged!” Bethany exclaims as she helps Kurt move the coffee table.

Kurt grunts as he shifts the table into its final resting place against the wall and out of the way, “Because I have been planning this for weeks and Blaine deserves to be proposed to.”

Bethany smiles, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

It was no surprise that Bethany had been in on Blaine’s proposal but she had been surprised and ecstatic when Kurt had come to her the month before to enlist her help in his own proposal. Bethany had to keep both secrets for the month while inside she had been bubbling over with excitement.

Kurt takes a deep breath and looks around one more time, “So...is everything ready?”

Bethany also looks around before looking back at Kurt, “All we did was move the coffee table and put out champagne. You know, for someone as dramatic as you...this proposal is super low key.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Because this proposal is for Blaine.”

Bethany pouts her lips like she hadn’t thought of that before nodding, “Okay, that makes sense.”

They hear keys jingling in the hallway and both of them jump. Kurt shoos Bethany toward the door and she goes with a skip, making sure to wink at Kurt first.

She opens the door before Blaine can get his keys in and he looks up in surprise before smiling, “Thanks Annie.” He says.

Bethany rocks back and forth once, trying to contain her smile, before sweeping her arm into the apartment, “Right this way.”

Blaine quirks an eyebrow as he toes off his shoes, chuckling at the formal gesture, “What’s going on?”

“Would you just come?” Bethany asks with an eye roll, hooking her arm into Blaine’s and pulling him along.

When they get to the living room Kurt is standing where the coffee table usually sits. Blaine looks back and forth between the pair, “What’s going on?” He asks again.

“Blaine,” Kurt starts and Bethany unhooks her arm and shoves Blaine forward a little. When Blaine is standing in front of Kurt, Kurt grabs both of his hands in his own and continues, “You have brought so much into my life - love, laughter, joy,...Annie.” He winks at Bethany who is standing just behind Blaine and the teenager giggles softly before quieting, “And I know you already proposed to me and technically we’re already engaged but you deserved a proposal as much as I did.” He takes a deep breath and goes down on one knee. Blaine, inhales sharply and his eyes are already moist with tears, “You are the love of my life, you are my everything, and I would be forever grateful if you agreed to marry me.”

He opens a ring box to reveal a simple platinum band. Blaine stares at it for a long moment, silence ringing in the room before Bethany breaks in, “Would you mind saying yes? Kurt said I could have some champagne after.”

Blaine and Kurt chuckle from their position. Blaine shakes his head and bites his lips together as they quiet before kneeling on the ground in front of Kurt, “I will, of course, marry you.” He whispers before pulling Kurt into a kiss.

There is clapping this time, too, but only from Bethany as the pair pull apart and Kurt slips the ring onto Blaine’s finger. They beam at each other like they are the only two in the room before Bethany coughs behind them.

They chuckle again, “Did you really tell her she could have champagne?” Blaine whispers.

Kurt smirks, “One glass.” He says.

*Present Day*

“Bethany!” Blaine exclaims.

Bethany freezes with her glass halfway to her mouth and gives her brother a sheepish smile, “Uh….Kurt let me?”

Blaine rolls his eyes and holds up his index finger, “One.” He says as Bethany cheers and takes a sip of wine from her glass.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to be trouble with this whole drinking thing.” Blaine asks, leaning against the bar next to her. The reception has been raging for hours now, dinner long since over, and Blaine is slightly alcohol loose, a lot in love loose, and thoroughly enjoying himself.

Bethany rolls her eyes, “I’m not stupid.” She says and Blaine nods, leaving it at that for now.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, gesturing to the dance floor as a slower song plays over the speakers.

Bethany takes another sip of wine and jerks her head behind her, “Go dance with your husband. He told me half an hour ago that he’s sad you guys haven’t been able to dance as much together with all the entertaining and hosting. I’ll finish my wine and cut in later. Maybe after I ask Finn to dance.” She winks at him and Blaine chuckles as he scans the room for Kurt, who is looking at him from across the room where he’s talking to one of his relatives.

They smile at each other before Kurt pleads, wordlessly, with his eyes and Blaine chuckles before kissing Bethany’s cheek and heading over.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt.” He says when he’s close enough and Kurt’s relative coos at him, “I was wondering if I could steal my husband for a dance.”

The relative, who Blaine is sure he’s been introduced to but can’t remember her name to save his life, agrees easily and Blaine leads Kurt to the dance floor. They settle quickly into each other's arms and Kurt sighs in relief, “Thank you.” He breathes as they start to sway, “My Aunt Jenny is lovely if not a little...over the top.”

Blaine chuckles, “Well, that’s my job now. To save you from well meaning but exhausting relatives. It’s in the contract.”

Kurt’s face suddenly goes somber as they continue to sway and Blaine tilts his head slightly, “What’s wrong?”

Kurt sighs, “I just…” He pauses and cups Blaine’s cheek softly. Blaine looks at him curiously, “Are you upset your parents aren’t here? Were you...expecting them to show up?”

Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise slightly before he chuckles, “Well, considering we didn’t invite them, it would be very strange for them to show up now.”

Kurt sighs again, “Blaine…” He starts.

Blaine sobers before sighing himself and looking off to the side slightly. He notices Finn and Bethany dancing and smiles slightly before turning back to Kurt with one scrunched closed eye, “Maybe...part of me was hoping they might actually show up.”

Kurt’s heart breaks a little at the admission even though he’s the one who asked about it and he’d assumed that was going to be the answer. His heart breaks for Blaine who may never fully heal from the trauma of his past.

He puts his hands on either side of Blaine’s neck and leans in to kiss him softly. He can’t magically make everything okay for Blaine, but he can love him and remind him of how loved he really is.

He plans on spending the rest of his life making sure that happens.

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #my loves #my stuff #you'll always be the home

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giddyupponyboy · 5 years ago

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Inadequacy - Soda Imagine for Anon.

Anonymous asked: "A request for Sodapop where he thinks your ashamed of him??"

Warnings: swearing, fighting?

a/n: I hope it makes sense lol, I really tried my best but I started writing one thing then it turned into another but I think it’ll make sense eventually... hopefully

also can we just talk about that gif. Actually, we dont have to talk. Just look at it. Perfection.

Sodapop loved his girlfriend, even though she was a soc. Most girls, greasers and soc’s alike thought Soda was too handsome for his own good, but he didn’t think a soc would actually consider dating him. That was until (y/n) came along. She was everything he wanted in a girl, and he’d be a fool to let her slip through his fingers so easily. So he took a chance and asked her to a movie at the drive in, and they’ve been going strong ever since.

But Soda had his doubts sometimes. He would never admit it, but he was always worried she’d break up with him for someone smarter, more handsome, and wealthier than he was. He only expressed this to her once or twice, only when he was having a particularly bad day and it felt the world was crashing down on him. The stress would cause his emotions to run wild and he expressed these fears to her. But when he did, she’d kiss him and reassure him that he was the only one she wanted. And he was grateful.

Though the feelings of inadequacy lingered at the back of his mind, waiting for the next emotional downfall to make their presence known again.

Everything had been going well between them. They hadn’t argued in months, aside from small disagreements here and there, but that was to be expected in any relationship. They got along well, and Soda even saw himself spending the rest of his life with her. That was until a small series of events caused him to spiral emotionally again.

He was having quite a bad week. His workload at the DX increased due to a co-worker taking some time off. Then, Darry and he had been bickering because he accused Soda of slacking off more around the house, even though Soda was doing just as much, if not more work when Darry wasn’t around. Then to top it off, he and Steve got into a small argument that they hadn’t made up from just yet. He was quite on edge to say the least, and when he was on edge, he was much less agreeable than normal.

He and (y/n) had seen each other most nights all week, and she noticed a change in his demeanor. He was much less talkative and more distant, and she was worried about him. She decided to stop by his house on his day off to hopefully talk about things.

Soda had been lounging about the house all day, moving from the porch, to the couch, and then eventually to his room. He laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling, drowning in his thoughts.

“Soda?” a soft voice called from the door. He lifted his head to see (y/n) standing in the hallway.

“Hey, doll.” He said, inviting her to lay down beside him. He wasn’t expecting to see her today, but it was a nice surprise. She walked in the room and crawled beside him on the bed, wrapping herself in his arms.

“Pony let me in.” she said. He hummed in response but didn’t say anything else. They were silent for a moment, he still staring at the ceiling, and she trying to find the right words to say. “Is everything alright? You haven’t been yourself lately.” She said quietly.

“I’m okay.” He said flatly.

“You know you can talk to me about it, right?”

“I’m fine, (y/n). I don’t want to talk about it.” He said flatly again. They sat there in a long silence again until she eventually pulled away from him.

“I’ll see you later, Soda.” She said, beginning leave the room.

“Where are you going?” He asked, sitting up in his bed. His tone changed from apathetic to worried.

“I’m just gonna go home.”

“Just because I don’t wanna talk about it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna spend time with you.” He said to her

She sighed and turned to look at him. “You’re just gonna be moping around the entire day like you have been the past few days. I don’t wanna be around that.”

“Fine then, just go.” He said, laying back down with his arms crossed behind his head. She left without another word.

Soda felt guilty but didn’t run to stop her. He felt the damage was already done and she most likely didn’t want to talk to him. Best let the situation cool off.

Later that evening, Soda had patched things up with Steve. He was beginning to feel better already. The gang decided to go the Dingo for a coke and some fries. Soda was having a good time with his friends until he heard the jingle of the door opening. He turned to see who it was out of curiosity, but his stomach dropped when he saw (y/n) walk in with her soc friends. It wasn’t so much the fact that she was with her friends, it was one of the boys that was part of the group that walked in with them.

A soc boy named Ray. Clean cut, handsome, wealthy. Everything Soda wanted. If there was anyone he felt threatened by, it was Ray.

They sat down at a table across the diner. (y/) had no idea Soda was there. She was laughing and getting on with her friends. Jealousy erupted inside of him, wondering why she had never introduced him to her them.

Steve noticed Soda’s change in mood. “You okay?” He asked. He looked over to the group Soda was looking at and it all made sense. “Aw, Soda don’t worry about it. She’s just out with her friends.” He said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dally was sipping on his coke across from Soda. “That’s what you get for dating a soc, man.” He said nonchalantly, playing with the paper that his straw came in.

“Shut up, Dal.” Ponyboy piped up.

“What?” Dally jeered. “If he weren’t dating a soc he wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that all the time.” He said nodding over to the table.

Without another word, Soda stood from his chair and made his way over to the group. Ray was the first one to notice him. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he noticed Soda eyeing him down as he approached the table.

(y/n) noticed the the sudden absence of noise from the table and she turned to see what everyone was looking at. She smiled when she saw her boyfriend standing behind her. “Oh, Soda-“ she said, but he cut her off.

“Come with me.” He said. She was taken aback by the coldness in his tone.

“Oh, okay.” He said hesitantly but followed him out of the restaurant anyway.

Ray’s eyes darted over to the gang, immediately locking eyes with Dally. “Dal, don’t do anything stupid.” Two-bit warned.

“If this guy wants a fight, I’ll give him a fight.” Dally said rather loudly.

“Dal don’t” Ponyboy said, backing up Two-Bit.

Dally kept his eye locked on the soc, like a predator scouting his prey, not faltering for a second.

“(y/n), I told you how I feel about that guy!” Soda said, pacing slowly back and forth in front of her.

“Soda, what am I supposed to say to him? He’s part of my friend group I can’t just stop talking to him.” She said. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against a car outside the Dingo. “I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you this. I love you. If anything was ever gonna happen between me and Ray, it would have happened by now.” She explained, trying to contain her anger.

“How do you know that, (y/n)? What if he tries to pull a move on you?” He got closer to her.

“Soda, do you hear yourself right now? Are you asking me if I’d cheat on you?” She was hurt, she would never do that to him.

Soda kept pushing on, trying to catch her slipping up to prove he was right all along, because in his mind he was.“Well why didn’t you invite me out tonight then?” He asked. “Why haven’t I ever hung out with your friends?” She was about to speak but he continued. “There’s only two possible explanations. Its because you don’t want me to see how you are around that guy, or you’re embarrassed of me.” He said.

She was confused, where did that come from? “What?” She asked. “Embarrassed of you? What are you even saying?”

“You don’t want me around your soc friends because I’m a greaser. I’m poor, and I ain’t going anywhere in life. You’re ashamed of me.”

She stood here astonished. She didn’t know what he was talking about. “Soda, stop pulling these accusations out of your ass and listen to yourself. Why would I be with you if I was ashamed of you?” She took a step closer to him, letting her arms down, trying to be sympathetic. “I didn’t invite you tonight because you seemed upset earlier, I thought you didn’t want to see me. And, I don’t invite you out with my friends because I hear how you and your friends talk about them. I just thought you wouldn’t wanna have anything to do with them.” She explained.

Soda stared at the ground avoiding eye contact. He was starting to realize how much he overreacted. He felt like a fool.

She grabbed his hands in her own, leaning back against the car and pulling him a bit closer. “I ain’t ashamed of you. I don’t ever want you to think that, not ever.” He looked down at her, finally making eye contact. “I love you, Sodapop.” she said with a smile.

“I’m such a fool, (y/n).” He said quietly. “I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so stressed the past week. Everything’s just getting the better of me. I realize how stupid I sound now.” He admitted, dropping her hands and pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Don’t apologize, Soda. I just want you to come talk to me when you’re feeling like this. I’m here to listen always.”

He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. He placed a large hand at the back of her head and slowly started pushing her closer to him.

They were interrupted by two people getting shoved out of the diner, a large crowd following behind them. They looked to the door to see Dally and Ray having it out, Dally having a tight hold on his shirt, clearly having the upper hand in the fight. Ponyboy was close by, trying to stop Two-Bit and Steve from jumping in to help him. Johnny stood from afar, trying not to enjoy the sight of Dally beating up a soc too much.

Dally threw Ray on the ground and punched him right in the nose. There was a wild look in his eye as he pulled his fist back, winding up for another punch.

“Oh shit.” Soda said, running over to the gang. Steve pushed past Pony to help Soda drag Dally away from the fight. (Y/N) followed close behind them.

“We gotta get outta here before the cops come.” Pony said. Dally was shouting at Ray who was being helped off the ground, no one paying attention to what he had to say.

The gang quickly left before anyone could stop them. Soda and Steve let go of Dally but kept pushing him forward, trying to stop him from turning around to finish what Ray started.

They finally reached the Curtis house, everyone going their separate ways as it was already getting quite late.

“You wanna stay over tonight?” Soda asked (Y/N).

“Sure,” she smiled. They entered the house, Soda grabbed some blankets and threw the couch cushions on the living room floor to act as a makeshift mattress. (it would have been weird if two of them slept with Pony in the same bed.) She sat down on his work in the middle of the living room as he grabbed blankets and pillows. He gently tossed the pillows at her, hitting her in the face.

“Hey!” she laughed. He unfolded the blanket before jumping beside her and covering them both with it. They giggled under the covers as they snuck small kisses between each other. “I’ll fight you.” She said.

“You wanna fight?” he teased. “It’ll be like swatting a fly away.” She jumped on him and they play fought for a bit, laughing loudly like young children.

“HEY!” a voice shouted from the other room. “KEEP IT DOWN, I HAVE TO BE UP EARLY TOMORROW.” Darry bellowed from his bedroom. They snickered as they kept taking jabs at each other, laughing quietly. Eventually their energy ran out and they laid beside each other, enjoying the silence.

Soda wrapped his arms around her and sighed deeply. “I love you (y/n), I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through.” He said, pulling her close.

She moved her head into the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Soda. You mean everything to me and don’t think anything less, ever.”

a/n2: my boy dallas winston always gotta assert his dominance in everything i write (ง'̀-'́)ง you go dally, show him who’s boss!

#sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop #Sodapop Curtis #Soda Curtis #soda #The Outsiders #TheOutsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders imagines #sodapop x reader #soda x reader #the outsiders ships #the outsiders preferences

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thebeatles-world · 5 years ago

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Hey I love your writing so I was wondering if you could right something about two bit where he finds out your pregnant from soda cause sodas your best friend (dating two tho) and he's a bit angry at first but then he gets really cringy and cute and he's there for the birth. Sorry it's long :)) xx

Of course!! And no worries love! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!!

You and Two-Bit have been on and off in the relationship a lot in the past few months. You decided to cuss angrily when you and Two-Bit got into a huge argument for hours without any of you two backing down which caused you to storm out angrily knowing that this argument was pointless and neither of you two would win or even stop yelling at each other.

So you decided to go to one of Buck’s parties later that night and to your surprise, you saw Sodapop and Steve hanging out with Dallas there. You joined and greeted them as you made your way over to them.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” They said to you and you told them all about the fight that you had with Two-Bit earlier today and how pointless the argument was.

They all comforting you about it and told you that Two-Bit could be hard headed which you agreeed.

Sodapop looked at you in awe. He lowkey had a crush on you and he always wanted you to be his girlfriend. He couldn’t stop admiring you and it gave him a bit of hope that you would turn out single one day due to the problems you and Two-Bit went through. You and Soda were best friends and he was there for you whenever you and Two-Bit had problems with each other. You were thankful that you had such a supportive friend like Soda.

He realized that he needed to step up his game. He needed to stop being shy and quiet over the fact that he liked you a lot so he started making a move on you and the whole night you and Soda were flirting with each other, chatting and even dancing with each other.

You always thought Sodapop was cute but you thought he wasn’t really interested in you until tonight when he proved himself by being a gentleman to you and showing you how much he loved you.

He definitely showed you how much he loved you once you guys sneak upstairs late at night while no one was watching and he started making love to you inside the guest bedroom. You and Soda were definitely sure that you both wanted to make love with each other. You both made sure that the noise volume was quiet between you two so that way nobody would come in the guest bedroom.

Soda was your first and he was your first. You never expect that one day you would lose it to your best friend. This was something Two-Bit never did to you or even showed you. Especially making love to you. You were glad you got to experience it with Soda... But you also felt kinda of bad for making love to Sodapop behind Two-Bit’s back? But you just shrugged the thought off that he will never found out as long you and Soda never mentioned it to him or the gang.

It didn’t cross your mind that just a few weeks later.. you would be pregnant with Sodapop’s child.

You started having symptoms of a missed period, nausea, light spottting, moodiness and you became more sensitive to certain smells.

You didn’t take much of it until you started having morning sickness and throwing up your breakfast. That’s when you decided to go to a visit to the doctor’s office.

You were nervous and just hoped that Sodapop didn’t get you pregnant that one night when you both made love to each other. You were still dating Two-Bit and you felt ashamed of yourself just thinking about you cheating on Two-Bit. But at the same time you didn’t regret making love to Sodapop because you kinda had feelings for him secretly.

You and Sodapop still talked but he was hurt knowing that night was just a one night stand between you two but you wanted to tell him that it wasn’t and that you really mean it when you slept with him but you knew it would make things worse by Soda falling in love with you even more if you did tell him that night wasn’t a mistake.

You tapped your fingers against the chair that you were sitting on in the waiting room as you waited for the doctor to call your name.

After 10 mins later, the doctor finally called you back in the room. They did some tests on you and measured you.

You were anxious as you waited for the doctor to tell you the results.

“Y/N? I have your results.” The doctor said as she gave you the paper and before you could read it, that’s when she announced that you were pregnant.

You nodded, knowing that your life was ruined. You weren’t ready to be a parent. Neither was Sodapop and he wasn’t even your boyfriend or your husband.

You thanked your doctor after she gave your next appointment for a checkup.

You knew you were doomed. What would Two-Bit say? Would he go off on you? Would he fight Sodapop? Would he breakup with you?

Or what about Sodapop? Was he ready to be a dad? Would he actually take care of his child also? Did he want it?

You thought about Sodapop brother’s ~ Darry and Ponyboy? You knew that they were the uncles of your unborn child. What would they think of you? Would they think your a prostitute? Or just using Soda? You knew they would be disappointed in you and Soda. Especially in Soda for sleeping with a girl who was taken.

You knew every single one of the gang was going to be disappointed. In you and in Sodapop. You knew they would never look at you the same especially your strict folks who raised you in the strictest way possible to make sure you wouldn’t make mistakes like this.

“How am I going to tell everyone?” You groan to yourself.

You decided to invite Two-Bit to your house to eat dinner with you while your parents were away from work so that way you could break the news to him.

You made sure the house was spotless clean and you didn’t realize that you left the pregnant results next the table since you were busy making sure everything was spotless and clean.

��Hey babe.” You smiled weakly as you greeted Two-Bit by the door whenever he came over a few hours later after your folks left for work.

“Hey baby. How are you doing?” Two-Bit gave you a kiss on the lips and walked inside.

“Im doing well.” You lied through your lips. You actually felt bad for Two-Bit. He didn’t deserve this no matter if he made you angry or stressed out.

You both sat down and started chit chatting as you guys ate your food. You were really nervous about telling him that you were pregnant. You felt bad once again knowing that it wasn’t his child and he was going to know that because you two never slept with each other before.

“Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” You suddenly announced during the middle of dinner. “Okay babe.” Two-Bit said and continue to eat his dinner.

You shut the bathroom door behind and felt really anxious just knowing that you had to break the news to him. But where could you start? And how could you tell him gently? What could you say to start it out?

You started to practice in the mirror for about 10 and 15 minutes and you slowly headed out the bathroom, breathing in and out as you tried to calm down your anxiety.

“Hey Two-Bit... there’s something I need to tell you.” You slowly said as you arrived at the kitchen.

You noticed Two-Bit had washed your plate and his plate. The table looked neat. But Two-Bit raised an eyebrow at you.

He glared at you for a second before giving you a piece of paper that was folded in half.

“So tell me y/n. Who got you pregnant? Who did you sleep with?” Two-Bit angrily said.

Your heart almost stopped for a second and you noticed that you accidentally left your pregnancy results next to the table on the counter.

“H-How did you..” You stuttered, looking into Two-Bit’s angry eyes.

“I found out whenever I was cleaning the table. I thought it was something important or whatever so I looked at it before I thew it away and look, it turns out I was right. It was important.” Two-Bit shook his head in disappointment.

“Two-Bit i am so sorry, I-“ you begin saying before Two-Bit cut you off.

“Who’s the father y/n? Tell me who is it!” He shouted, looking angrily.

“It’s Sodapop!” You blurted out and it made Two-Bit shocked when you said that.

“What!!? You and Soda? Behind my back? When did this happened?” He said, shaking his head once again before slamming his fist against the fridge which made you jump a little.

“I slept with him the day me and you got into that huge argument. I should have backed away... I’m so sorry Two-Bit... I promise it won’t happen ever again. I should have never did that.” Your eyes turned into sadness as you looked at Two-Bit who looked hurt and mad and shocked at the same time.

“You slept with one of my friends.. and he slept with you.. How nice huh? My girlfriend and my friend slept with each other.” Two-Bit sneered and you knew he was being sarcastic but angry.

“Two-Bit Im sorry for what i did. Let me prove that I can change. Especially with my unborn child. You both mean a lot to me. I can prove to you I can be a different person than I was before. Please Two-Bit. Give me a chance.” You gently grabbed his hand and held it.

Two-Bit didn’t push your hand away or anything. He was trying to calm down. He put his hand over his mouth as he started to think.

You honestly felt really bad and you knew you messed up big time. A part of you didn’t wanna lose Two-Bit for good but another part of you understood if Two-Bit did leave you for what you did.

“I’ll help you take care of this baby with you.” Two-Bit finally said after a few minutes of silent between you two.

“Really?” You said. You were happy that he said that and you weren’t even expecting that response from him knowing that you betrayed him.

“Yes y/n. I love you so much not leave you but honestly I’m still hurt and mad but I also don’t wanna leave you by yourself with your unborn baby and having it to take care of it by yourself or even going through the pregnancy alone. I’ll stand with you no matter what and I’ll go with you to this new chapter of your life.” Two-Bit said and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you so much Two-Bit. Again I am so sorry. You don’t deserve this.” You said as you bury your face on the crook of his neck.

“It’s alright baby. I know you won’t do it again.” Two-Bit kissed your head before putting his hands on your stomach.

“I can’t wait to find it the gender of the baby.” He smiled at you.

“Me too. I’m excited to have you by my side.” You smiled back. You felt much better knowing that Two-Bit forgave you and he was going to be there with you throughout the whole pregnancy.

For months, Two-Bit was excited more than you were whenever you guys started buying baby clothes and baby supplies. He even made sure you ate well and his favorite part was getting to feel the baby kick.

He even made small talk to your stomach whenever it got bigger. It made you rolled your eyes whenever he did that.

Two-Bit was nice enough to set up a baby crib for your baby and buy Mickey Mouse blankets, stuffed animals of Mickey and Minnie and even a Mickey Mouse pj set.

“Two-Bit, do you really think that the baby is going to like Mickey Mouse?” You joked.

“Of course y/n, they’re gonna to love Mickey Mouse as much as I do!” Two-Bit said.

You decided to break the news to Sodapop after three months of being pregnant. You were nervous and you had Two-Bit by your side by telling Sodapop that the child was his and not Two-Bit’s.

After you broke the news to Sodapop, he suddenly turned bright red, especially even more knowing about Two-Bit finding out that you two slept together behind his back. He was surprised that Two-Bit hasn’t knocked his teeth out yet for getting you pregnant. His eyes wided as he looked at your stomach.

“Im going to be a dad?” Sodapop said in shock as his emotions felt with happiness. He just couldn’t believe he was going to be father at a young age but he was happy knowing that he got the love of his life pregnant by accident aka you and was expecting a child.

“Yes Coca-Cola. It may be your blood child but Y/N is still gonna be with me regardless.” Two-Bit warn him.

Sodapop knew he did a bad thing by sleeping with you and getting you pregnant behind Two-Bit’s back. He felt really bad also.

“I know man and I’m sorry. Let this be a lesson for us? No hard feelings? Also, I just can’t believe I’m expecting my first child already.” Sodapop shyly said.

“I know, I can’t wait for the baby to arrive.” Two-Bit grinned.

You told Sodapop that you would make sure that he would be in your child’s life since he was the father and he would get to spend time with your child and make it equal days/time between you two.

You and Two-Bit also broke the news to the gang. Everyone was happy for you and they were understanding about it but Darry and Ponyboy looked really disappointed in you and Sodapop as you expected but it didn’t last for long.

“I can’t wait for my niece/nephew to be born!” Darry said one day as he hugged you happily.

“I can’t wait to met him or her! I can’t believe I’m an uncle!” Ponyboy said happily.

“We’re both gonna be uncles!!” Darry said as he happily shook Ponyboy by the shoulders.

Weeks later, you got an ultrasound and you and Two-Bit were excited to found that the gender of the baby was a girl.

“We’re having a baby girl.” You softly said to Two-Bit as you held his hand.

“I can’t wait to take care two of my princesses.” Two-Bit said as he kissed you on the cheek.

A few months later, you were just about to leave your house to go to the library to check out a few books when all the sudden, you felt your water broke.

Oh no... you thought. The baby was coming...

You knew that Two-Bit always told you that he would rush to you no matter what day or time it was so he could take you the hospital whenever your water broke.

You called Two-Bit on the house phone. Your parents were at work and they were still disappointed in you ever since you announced to them that you were pregnant. They knew they were going to have to get over the disappointment.

“Hey Two-Bit. My water broke.” You groan as you held on your stomach. “Please come quick.”

“Yeah y/n don’t worry baby, I’m not that far. I’ll see you in a bit.” Two-Bit quickly said and he hung up.

As Two-Bit said, he arrived shortly and he took you to the nearest hospital.

You held on tightly to Two-Bit’s hand while giving birth so hard that he thought you broke it by now.

“You’re doing good y/n, keep pushing baby.” Two-Bit words were so smoothing to you that it helped with the pain you were going through and gave you strength to push.

After hours and hours of labor, you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

“She’s so beautiful just like you y/n.” Two-Bit got emotional as he held your daughter in his arms.

“She truly is.” You smiled happily as you watched Two-Bit hold your daughter as he kissed her on the forehead.

#two bit imagine #sodapop curtis imagine #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders imagine #steve randle imagine #ponyboy curtis imagine #dallas winston imagine #darry curtis imagine #sodapop x reader #two bit x reader

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blainebigbang · 5 years ago

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Blaine Big Bang 2020: Posting Schedule

It’s finally here!

Tomorrow kicks off the Blaine Big Bang 2020!

Every other day, throughout the month of February, Blaine fans will be greeted with a new 25K+ fic of Blainey goodness from our 16 amazing authors and artists! Congrats to our participants!

Please see below the cut for the complete schedule:

February 1st - take my picture now (shake it 'til you see it) Author: Civillove Artist: Kanversrph Blaine likes to call this part of his life as being 'the flavor of the month'. While he enjoys being a successful model, he feels like the industry keeps taking little pieces of him. When he meets Sebastian, a nature photographer, he feels like he might get those pieces back.

February 3rd - Nothing Can Keep Us Apart Author: TeddysHoney Artist: Riverance Blaine is a Prince whose father was killed by King Burt's army. Blaine lives with his mother near King Burt's castle. One day, Prince Kurt sees him drawing water, and Kurt sneaks into the village to meet Blaine. They see one another in secret for a while. A war begins, however, and Blaine must go and fight. Kurt looks for him every day, waiting for him to return. He has no idea that Blaine has been captured by the enemy or that he's waiting for his brother to help him escape certain death. Once the war is over, Burt decides it is time for Kurt to find a mate. No one is good enough in Kurt's eyes, however. After realizing that Blaine may not be coming home and a pleasant evening spent in the arms of another man, Kurt sneaks off into the woods to cry, convinced he'll have to marry someone else and that Blaine is dead. Blaine surprises him in the forest, and, having convinces an indebted priest to marry them, the two are wed. Instead of returning to the castle, however, they decide to fend for themselves in the lawless forests surrounding the kingdoms. February 5th - Ships That Pass In The Night Author: Delightful_Fear Artist: JudeAraya Blaine has a great life, with people packing into his piano bar six nights a week as they sail to some of the most beautiful places in the world. He’s not lacking for beautiful men to share his bed either. Why would meeting the aloof counter-tenor in a touring Broadway group change anything?

February 7th - Life in Repair Author: Room108 Artist: SeblaineAddict In the wake of his most recent break-up with Kurt, Blaine returns home to Lima to lick his wounds and reclaim some measure of happiness. An unexpected opportunity to travel to Thailand with former friend (and sometimes nemesis) Sebastian Smythe, proves to be just the salve he needs. As their bond strengthens through the ups and downs of life on the road, Sebastian and Blaine revisit their lingering spark from high school and must decide whether it’s worth re-igniting or if it will be snuffed out for good.

February 9th - Bicycle Patrol Unit Author: Carmelcoffeeaddict Artist: Lallagoglee When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices jogging through the park during Blaine's patrol - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe.

February 11th - The Silver-Scaled Mark Author: Jayhawkwrites Artist: Michaelscribbles Blaine is a half-elf living in a town of full-blooded elves. He doesn’t fit in and is bullied almost daily for his heritage. One day Blaine finds solace in the library and later finds a book that talks about the magic in his world. He is drawn to it and wants to learn all he can. After Blaine has consumed all of the books in his town, he goes off to college to become a wizard so that he can help protect those that are not able to adequately defend themselves. Once he has graduated, he finds that he and several companions are part of a prophecy that will help unite the races in his world. February 13th - Out of the Blue Author: Lilyvandersteen Artist: Redheadgleek Kurt organises a fake wedding for Brittana to get presents from random billionaires. Cooper is one of those invited, and he shows up with his brother in tow. Sparks fly, but not of the good kind. Enemies to lovers, anyone? With a slight Pride and Prejudice vibe?

February 15th - Let It Be Me Author: Darriness Artist: Usurix It's been three years since Blaine fell in love with Kurt but between college, jobs, social lives, and parenting his twelve-year-old sister, can Blaine manage it all?

February 17th - Wouldn't Change A Thing Author: Slaydiest Artist: Datshitrandom One the eve of his junior year at Dalton, Blaine’s dad kicks him out of the house, dumping him at the bus stop, cutting him off, and leaving him homeless. This is the story of how he survives, meets Kurt, and ultimately triumphs. February 19th - Here You Come Again Author: Kaianieves Artist: Kanversrph It's senior for Blaine, and just when things should be falling into place, he finds them falling apart. He's got a crush- hopefully nothing more than that- on his best friend, and a dance that he would rather do anything other than plan. Blaine's conflicted- should he sit out, be miserable and hope that this year passes by in a blur? Or should he embrace it, enjoy it and maybe even shoot his shot? February 21st - A Very Seblaine Christmas Author: MrsTotten Artist: SeblaineAddict Blaine loves his family and friends, he really does. But after a bad break up they just won’t leave him alone it doesn’t matter that everything else is going great, everyone is fixated on whether he is finally dating again. None of this is helped by his ex fiancé proposing to his new boyfriend at top of the rock and now all anyone can focus on is blaine love life or lack thereof. And now he’s heading home for the holidays. A whole week of crazy family, new directioners and so he tells a tiny white lie, that his new boyfriend his joining him for Christmas. Whilst waiting on a delayed flight and trying to figure out how to break the truth to everyone he bumps into the last person he expected to see, the flirty, charming green eyed ex warbler who was always able to find a way under his skin. Over a whiskey and a catch up an idea forms and Sebastian agrees to be his fake date for the holidays. But as Sebastian finds himself engulfed in the warm, happy madness of Blaine’s family and friends and warbler reunions, Blaine starts to see a new side to his old friends and as ex boyfriends, meddling friends and well meaning family start to get involved. This fake relationship could end up being the most real thing these crazy boys have.

February 23rd - broken glass sparkling Author: Merengs Artist: Purpleyin A year abroad. A chance to get away, put on hold all the issues he still needs to resolve and maybe find the bits of himself he thinks he’s lost. So Blaine takes it. February 25th - It's Not Easy (Being Stuck With Me Tonight) Author: Xhorizen Artist: Thegreatgothamrewatch Blaine had the perfect life – He was married to the man of his dreams, they lived with their best friend in the greatest city in the world, and he had everything he had ever dreamed of. Never mind the crippling depression and anxiety he dealt with each day he failed to book a job, and the lack of happiness he had in his marriage. One night, everything gets turned upside down and everything Blaine thought he knew was gone. How will he manage to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of his life again? February 27th - Is There a Twelve Step Just For You? Author: Thenameisbritney Artist: Datshitrandom "He was still the same short, nerdy Blaine Anderson he’d always been. An easy target for school bullies everywhere. Kurt was the popular co-captain of the Cheerio’s, looking down on his kingdom like a fair but firm ruler. No one was on his level, certainly not a peasant like Blaine." Or Blaine tries to tell Kurt that he has a crush on him but accidentally ends up asking for a makeover instead. Oh, dear. February 29th - The Dalton Military Academy Warblers Author: Julia3132 Artist: CinnamonT Blaine Anderson is 2nd son of richest man in the world Winston Anderson. A devastating injury brought him back to Ohio where he disappeared into the family's massive estate. Society doesn't see him again until 2 years later, when after the death of Winston, he shows up at Dalton Military Academy, a place he is totally unsuited for. Sebastian Smythe is Captain of Dalton’s elite 1st Squadron and everything Blaine wants to be…dashing, debonair, comfortable in his own skin. A real James Bond. What Blaine doesn’t know is Sebastian is actually a member of the secret organization and Blaine is his mission...Find out the truth behind Blaine's arrival at Dalton and determine whether or not it has anything to do with his father's unexpected death. March 2nd - Love, Blaine Author: Gleefuldarrencrissfan Artist: Klainiac Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on the movie Love, Simon.

#Blaine Big Bang 2020 #BBB 2020 #BBB 2020 Posting Schedule #Blaine Anderson #glee fic

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peculiar-sunshine · 5 years ago

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Forgetting How to Feel Part 2 (Sodapop Curtis x Reader)

Hi gang! So a while ago, I wrote a Soda fanfic, and I said that I would write a part 2 for it if anyone wanted. Well...no one asked for it. But fuck it, ya girl is still gonna do it anyway! Enjoy!

Link to Part 1 right here 💕

TRIGGER WARNING: strong language, alcohol use, and suicidal tendencies

Lying in bed that night, Sodapop craned his neck up to look at the clock on the bedside table, trying his best not to wake Ponyboy.

2:37 AM? He thought to himself, slumping back down on the pillow. Dammit. I can’t fucking sleep.

He couldn’t get the memory of breaking up with you earlier that day out of his head. He kept replaying the image of your eyes welling up with tears, the way the happiness in them seemed to fade away like the sun falling below the horizon. He could still feel the well-deserved sting of your hand slapping his cheek, and the pain that yanked at his heartstrings as he watched you race off down the street. He had hurt you something awful, he knew he did.

But the thing is, he didn’t exactly know why. He wasn’t sure why in the hell he said that he was still in love with Sandy. In fact, he didn’t even care at all about her anymore…right? Sure, he still thought about her every once in a while, about how her life was now and if she and the kid were getting along okay, but that didn’t mean he wanted her back. Did it? After all, she was the one who broke his heart. She was the lying little whore who spread her legs for some other man and then took off without saying goodbye, not him. So why did he still get such a lousy feeling when he thought of how she used to bury her face in his shoulder when she’d let out that adorable little laugh of hers?

As he pondered over this, he suddenly heard someone banging furiously on the front door.

Jesus, who the hell could that be at this time of night? He though, slowly getting up and walking to the living room.

He opened the door and in stumbled a noticeably drunk Two Bit, his car parked haphazardly in the driveway.

“S-Soda…” he slurred, “listen, man. I took Y/N to a party at Buck’s tonight…and, uh, she…she…”

“Well c’mon, spit it out, Two.” Soda said.

“Y/N went…missing.”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN Y/N WENT MISSING?!”

A few seconds later, Darry and Ponyboy ran in to the living room, sleepy-eyed and confused.

“Who in the hell is doing all that hollering in here and waking us all up?” Darry questioned, grumbling like a bear fresh out of hibernation.

“I dunno…” Two said, turning back to Soda. “Y/N and I got some booze from the s-store, she was real hurt over you, man. And after we drank it all we decided…to go to Buck’s and see if Dally was there…but we stayed ‘cause there was a party going on…and I remember talking to a pretty little broad a-and seeing Y/N talking to some guy and having a few drinks…but the next thing I knew, I couldn’t find her. I didn’t…I didn’t know what to do, so I came here. Look, I-I’m real sorry.”

“Oh my god.” Soda said, horrified.

“Pony, go get dressed,” Darry instructed, “She could be in a lot of trouble. We’ve got to go out and find her, now.”

***

After driving to damn near every sleazy joint in Tulsa that was still open at this time of night, Sodapop was about ready to call off the search and go straight to the police. But he knew better than to get the cops involved, those bastards couldn’t give a shit less about greasers or their girls. He could just see it now: some pudgy, bald officer—probably the father of one of the Socs—conducting a feeble search of the neighborhood before scolding him and Two Bit—now passed out in the passenger’s seat—for being no good hoods and allowing Y/N to get lost. He would say that she probably deserved it, though. She ought to have more respect for herself because a good girl wouldn’t get herself into that kind of trouble, no sir, not at all.

By this time, he had driven clear out to the edge of town, to the giant bridge crossing over the Arkansas River. It was pitch black out and Soda could barely see beyond the headlights, but he could just barely make out a figure perched on top of the guardrails a short distance ahead. It was swaying back and forth, almost ready to fall off. As he got close enough to shine the headlights on it, his stomach gave a violent jump.

“Y/N, get down from there right now!” he screamed, leaping out of the car and running towards you.

Your brain was swimming around in your head as you chugged the last half of the bottle of cheap wine you were holding and chucked it into the river below. You heard a familiar far-away voice say your name, but all you could focus on was the rushing water, wanting desperately to drown in it for some reason.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing? Get down!” Soda grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down off the guardrail, causing you to tumble onto the concrete road.

“Hey, l-leave me alone, you asshole,” you slurred, struggling to get to your feet and standing back up on the guardrail. “I w-wanna jump off of here and fly! Fly far, far awaaaaay!”

You wobbled forward and your foot slipped, causing you to almost fall off the bridge. Luckily, Soda caught you by the waist just in time, which sent you into gales of laughter. He pulled you back over the guardrail and carried you back to the car, his heart pounding.

***

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes through the blinds on the window. Your head throbbed like you had just been hit with a sledgehammer and your stomach felt sour. You didn’t recognize your surroundings at first, but once you realized that the chest you were cuddled up to belonged to a certain shirtless movie-star handsome greaser, you felt confused as hell.

The last thing you could remember from last night was going to Bucks with Two Bit with a broken heart and a purpose. So how the hell did you end up here, in your now ex-boyfriend’s bed? Did your stupid drunk ass walk here in the middle of the night to try and win him back? Oh god, did you sleep with him?

You fought the urge to throw up when Sodapop opened his eyes, giving you that adorable half-smile of his. “Morning, doll, how ya feeling?”

You wanted nothing more than to bolt out the door and run back home. You quickly sat up, but instantly regretted it as the room started to spin.

“Whoa, baby, take it easy.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you back down. Your brain felt like it was about to burst out of your skull, so you sighed and gave in to him.

“Soda, did we have sex?” you finally asked.

“What?” he replied incredulously, “no, of course not. I would never do that to you, not while you’re drunk.”

“So…how did I end up here then?”

“Two Bit came here around like three in the morning, all drunk off his ass. He said y’all went to a party at Bucks and you went missing. We drove around looking for you and found you all the way out on that bridge by the river. You were about to jump off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You know, you scared the ever-living hell out of me, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you forever.”

“Oh you did, did you? Well guess what, you already did when you fucking dumped me for Sandy, you dick face. I meant it when I said I don’t ever wanna see you again. I’m out of here.”

You launched yourself out of the bed—despite the protests from your head and stomach—and made your way to the door. Sodapop did the same, but just as you reached for the doorknob, he threw his body in front of it.

“Y/N, wait.” he said, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

“Please just hear me out, baby.”

“I said let me go, and don’t call me ‘baby.’”

“I’m not letting you leave until you listen to what I have to say.”

“Oh my god, fine. But it better be good.”

You plopped back down on the bed and crossed your arms. Soda sat down next to you, and you scooted away, earning an anguished sigh from him.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t blame you for being upset. You have every right to be. I hurt you real bad, I know I did. And I’m so sorry. I was a complete jerk to your, and I can’t say sorry enough. But listen. Last night, when Two said you were gone, I…it’s like…my heart stopped beating. It felt like someone just tore my chest open and ripped it right out. Right away I started thinking, ‘oh my god, what if something bad happened to her? What if one of the Socs got her? What if she’s lying in a ditch somewhere or been kidnapped or something?’ I never felt more terrified in my life, not even when my parents died. But when I saw you standing on top of the guardrail about to jump off, I swear to god I felt my soul leave my body. That sounds corny as hell, but goddammit that’s what it felt like. It’s like I forgot how to breathe all of a sudden. And then I started thinking about if you actually jumped, if you actually…died.”

At this, he did something completely unexpected: he started to cry.

For as long as you had known him, you had never seen Sodapop Curtis shed a tear, not even when Sandy left him. He was too tuff to cry, or so you thought. But seeing him, with his head in his hands and sobs racking his body…it spoke volumes. You soon felt tears stinging your eyes also.

“I did a lot of thinking last night while you were laying her with me.” he finally said once he calmed down enough to speak again. “I don’t love Sandy anymore. I don’t even really know that I ever did. And it’s not her that I miss, it’s the memories of all the good times I had with her. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore, because after all that happened last night, Y/N, I realized I don’t ever wanna live in a world without you in it. I want you here with me, always. I’m begging you, please give me another chance. I…I love you.”

Tears were now pouring down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. “You love me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. And I’m ashamed that it took me this long to realize it.”

“Oh, Soda.” you flung yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms tightly around him. You pressed your lips against his and he scooped you up in his arms, internally jumping for joy.

“Be my girl again?” he asked in between breaths.

“Of course.” you smiled.

After a very lengthy make-out session, Soda laid you down on the bed and cuddled up to you, stroking your hair until you both fell back asleep.

#The Outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #Sodapop Curtis #soda x reader #s. e. hinton #Ponyboy Curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #romance #this story is lowkey trash #but that's okay because I had fun writing it

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tasteslikepepsicola · 5 years ago

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Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 5)

Part 4 - please read this before continuing

It all comes down to this, chemistry is chemistry. Soulmates, no matter how hard they fight it, are soulmates. At this turning point in the series, Y/N must face her feelings for both Sodapop and Steve.

Word Count: 1,400+

Warnings: none except (SPOILER: *slight cheating*)

Authors Note: I can’t express how much the support on this series has meant to me. I know this isn’t a super huge fandom the way others are, but I think this community is one of the most supportive and amazing out there. I am so thankful for this series for allowing me to escape from reality and live vicariously through these characters, and I really hope its allowed you to do the same. There will be one more part after this, as of right now, but I’m already emotional about no longer writing for these characters and this storyline. (I will continue to write for the outsiders, but most likely not with this storyline after the next part.) I’m sorry this took so long to put out, school has just been keeping me really busy lately. I love you all so much, and it would mean the world to me if you could leave a note and share <3 you’re amazing. Thank you. Hope you love it as much as I do.

A week had passed since the party, and Y/N had seemingly spent every waking minute with Steve. The gang joked that they were attached at the hip. Funnily enough, when Steve and Y/N were around, Sodapop seemed to never be.

They were always touching in some way, Steve held his arm around her, or placed his hand on the small of her back, or she held his hand, tightening her grip every now and then, her way of telling him she loved him without having to vocalize it.

Although she didn’t realize until much later, that physical contact must have been her clinging to what she knew could be lost in an instant, a superficial love.

One particular night, the gang had decided to all meet up at the Curtis’ house to watch a movie.

“I don’t think we should,” Y/N tried to reason one more time as they were walking out the door.

“It will be fine, Y/N, I’m sure Sodapop won’t even be there.” Steve tried to sooth her worries.

“And if he is?” she inquired.

“He’s a big boy, I think he can tolerate our presence for one night.” he quipped.

Y/N didn’t want to start an argument, so with a sick feeling in her stomach, she let Steve lead her to his car.

The drive over was agonizing. Y/N shivered remembering the last night the whole gang was together, doing their usual thing, watching a movie and chatting, until-

“Y/N!” Steve announced loudly.

She shook her head to rid her mind of the troubled thoughts. “What- uh sorry, what?” she stuttered.

“We’re here. I was trying to get your attention for a while. Everything alright babe?”

He truly was not good at picking up her signals. Sometimes she just wished he could understand her the way Sodapop had.

“I- no, it’s fine. Let’s go, we’re already late.”

She didn’t wait for him to open her door, she did it herself and dashed up the stairs. He slowly approached her from behind, the two of them staring at the door. Y/N stood their with her arms crossed.

“Should we knock?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean- it’s Sod- uh, the Curtis’ house, we don’t have to knock, right?”

Before they could decide, Dallas thundered up the stairs behind them.

“Hey lovebirds!” he cried. Greeting Steve and pulling Y/N into a strong embrace.

“I’ve missed you guys, where you been?” he asked.

“Oh you know, here and there.” Y/N stated.

“We were at a party last week, Dallas? You stupid or something? Or did you just get out of the cooler again?” Steve teased.

“Watch your mouth, man.” he joked.

Again, another thundering boom of someone coming up the steps behind them. This time it was Two-Bit and Johnny.

They exchanged hellos before Two-Bit finally said, “What are we still doing out here for?” and opening up the door and walking straight in with no hesitation.

The rest of the gang followed, and were greeted with a smiling Ponyboy and Darry.

No Sodapop, then. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. At least now she could try to enjoy her night.

*****

Y/N sat curled up on Steves lap, sharing a blanket. The rest of the gang was spread out across the room, filling up the couch and floor.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/N kissed Steve on the cheek, and climbed her way off the couch, making her way to the bathroom.

She turned the corner and walked down the hallway, and stood outside the bathroom door for a minute. She was about to go in when she stopped her hand from turning the knob. A part of her wanted to, no- needed to just take a peak in Sodapop’s room. She would be quick, no one would even notice she was gone. She just wanted to smell his familiar scent that lingered on his things. She wanted to feel close to him, even artificially, just for a second.

She entered the room with the single bed, bookshelves full of Ponyboy’s favorite novels, and the nightstand and dresser Sodapop filled with little nick nacks. She inspected the small tokens of memories that lay scattered along the dresser’s surface. She turned over a coin from an arcade, rolled the small model car around for a second, until her gaze stopped on a small black box. She wanted nothing more than to open it up and see what was inside, and maybe she might have, had she not been interrupted.

“So you’re stalking me now, then?” The handsome greaser leaned up against the doorway, watching amused.

Y/N jumped back a bit. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know you’re a lot more nosy then I remember.” he quipped.

Y/N sighed, before making her way to the doorway, wanting nothing more than to go back to watching the movie and cuddling with Steve.

“Excuse me, you’re in my way.” she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance.

“Am I?” He gently placed a hand on her arm, moving himself out of her way.

“Well I apologize.” he said sarcastically.

She scowled, beginning to walk away, deep down wishing he would follow after her.

Just ask me to stay. Don’t let me walk away again. She thought to herself.

“Y/N.”

She stopped in her tracks, turning around immediately, hope in her eyes.

And, devastatingly, he looked at her with that same look, his eyes begging her to stay.

“Can we just... talk?” he almost whispered his voice was so soft.

Wordlessly, Y/N stepped back into his room, taking a seat awkwardly on the bed. She stared back at him, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t really know what to say…” he trailed off.

“Well, you wanted to talk, so talk.” she didn’t hide the annoyance in her voice.

Yes, she wanted to talk, of course she did, how could she not? But how could she not still be mad? After everything he put her through the past few weeks, she couldn’t pretend everything was fine.

“Okay, I miss you.” he says.

“What?” Y/N looked up at him, softening her expression, suddenly losing all sense of anger, tearing down the wall she had tried putting up. She was stupid to think Sodapop wouldn’t see right through her. They both knew at the end of the day, they needed each other.

“Please, just tell me you miss me too.” his voice breaks. “God- just lie to me, please. I can’t keep living like this.” he leaned against the wall, tossing his head back.

“Of course I miss you Sodapop, it kills me that I don’t get to see you.” her voice gets louder, frustration building. “Do you think now that I’m with Steve I just forgot about you? That I don’t still see you when I close my eyes at night and I can’t sleep?” tears welled in her eyes.

“I loved you and just disappeared from my life.” she said meekly.

“I couldn’t stay.”

“Where were you?”

“Anywhere you weren’t.”

“Why? Why did you just abandon me?”

“Because, Y/N.” he moved his arms dramatically, the way he always did when upset.

“Why?” she was almost yelling, no longer caring if anyone could hear them.

“Because I still love you. And I can’t bare to see you with somebody else.”

Silence. Neither moved. Until finally, Y/N made her way over to the moviestar handsome boy, placing her hands on both sides of his face, and connecting their lips.

Fireworks.

A fire set ablaze.

An explosion big enough to destroy all of Tulsa.

There was no way to describe the kiss other than life ruining, life saving, catastrophic, beautiful, and true.

He immediately reciprocated. The spark they had been fighting so long was lit ablaze, they were burning up, their flames consuming each other and everything around them.

He held her up as her knees buckled, too overwhelmed by emotion to even stand on her own two feet. Their lips didn’t disconnect for a second, it was like they were living in their own universe. One where they needed to stay like this forever to survive, one where life without the other didn’t exist.

Y/N’s head spun as she finally had to pull away.

“I need to go,” she whispered.

“Please don’t leave. I can’t lose you again.” Sodapop begged.

“You never could.” she grabbed his hand.

She placed her forehead against his, murmuring, “I love you.”

“I love you, always.” he replied.

“Always,” she said, before walking away one last time.

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8osbabe · 5 years ago

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Okay, so you know how Curtis sisters stories always have her a the baby or between soda and pony? Could I request something where instead she's the oldest with a personality that is a mix of ponyboy and darry?

they must hate you.

you don’t blame them. you would hate yourself, too.

you haven’t seen your brothers in over a year and a half, and the bus ride to tulsa shouldn’t be as dreadful as it is.

your hometown is filled with so many ghosts, your breath hitches when you drive past the familiar welcome sign into the city.

when your parents died, all eyes were on you.

you were the oldest, and they were all leaning on you.

you frustratedly wipe away a tear with the back of your hand when you remember the way pony had looked at you after the funeral, his sad baby face flushed and his body tucked into the smallest black tux you’d ever seen,

“what are we going to do, (name)?”

and you didn’t answer, because you knew you couldn’t stay.

it had been a tough place to be in. your scholarship to college was a done deal, and you were a few months into your freshman year when it happened.

what were you supposed to have done? throw away a full ride to university, already paid for, to come home? you’d never be able to afford college for darry, even if all four of you started working to pay the bills.

this was your last shot. if you could finish college, you could get a real good job, one that paid well. it was the only way to protect your future, to protect them.

but darry never forgave you.

the last time you’d been home, three months or so after the crash, you’d come home to see a house full of almost-strangers.

darryl was a changed person. he’d always been your little brother, even though you were only a few years apart in age, but now he was a man.

you couldn’t stomach the dinner they’d made for you, knowing that it had been paid for by darry’s two jobs, sodapop’s full time job after quitting school.

all while you got to have a future.

you love all your brothers, but you used to be closest with darry. you’d sworn to each other that you’d fight tooth and nail to get out of this town, to pull your family out of poverty. —and you left him behind.

darry wasn’t the only one who felt betrayed.

ponyboy would hardly talk to you. he’d always been shy, but now he was just— distant. he didn’t ask you about college, and only deadpanned when you’d try to ask him about school.

sodapop was the only one who almost understood.

but sodapop had always been the family diplomat, he was a sweet kid, and he was always on everyone’s side.

but they were still your family.

when you’ve walked a half an hour or so from the station to the front gate of the house, you pause for a second, just staring.

with a sigh, you make your way up the front porch, knocking on the screen door.

they must not be used to visitors, because it takes them a while to answer.

finally, the screen door swings open, with darry on the other side.

“(name),” he says, with a half-hearted smile, and beckons you inside.

he never seems to stop growing. he’s been taller than you for a while, but even his face looks older, like he’s aged twenty years in a few months.

“welcome home. — i’ll help you with that.” he hugs you with one arm, picking up your duffel with the other.

you could have sworn it weighed a hundred pounds, but darry lifts it with ease, carrying it to the spare room down the hall.

you look around the living room, which looks just how you left it last time you’d been here. it was funny how some things never changed.

“—well if it isn’t the family genius,” sodapop appears from the kitchen with a smile, coming over to hug you tightly.

darry’s back in time to hear him, looking away as if he hadn’t.

soda corrects himself, as if realizing his poor choice of words. “—the family co-genius, alright, dar?”

darry hardly nods before disappearing into the kitchen to serve dinner.

“where’s pony?” you ask no one in particular.

“he’s, uh, sleeping in our room. he’ll be up soon, i’m sure.” you can tell he doesn’t feel good saying it, because you both know pony’s avoiding you.

you’re sitting at the dinner table later, absentmindedly looking through some recent photographs of moments you missed. you’re staring particularly at one of ponyboy holding up a track and field medal, wondering why exactly you hadn’t even known he liked to run.

darry sets down what looks like mac and cheese and an entire chocolate cake at the center of the table.

“ponyboy, dinner,” he calls out from outside his door.

the three of you are sat at the table when ponyboy emerges from his room, but he doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping.

“hey (name),” he says flatly as he approaches the table, as if he’d never even noticed you’d ever left.

you bite your lip. “hi pony. come sit beside me.”

he does, and starts to eat in silence.

when you look up to serve yourself dinner, you notice for the first time that none of it particularly healthy.

you don’t want to overstep, and you almost didn’t, but when soda gets up and brings himself back a beer from the fridge, you gape.

soda does quite get it. “oh, shoot, (name), did you also want a beer?”

you shake your head wordlessly, before looking at darry, your glare possibly more accusing than you mean it to be.

“—you let him drink beer? he’s sixteen.”

darry’s expression instantly darkens, but before he can even open his mouth to defend himself, you keep going.

“—and this food, jesus, dar, you can’t be feeding teenage boys this much junk. i mean, god, how much sugar does this have?” you poke at the cake’s frosting for emphasis.

darry only chuckles bitterly before dropping his fork.

“you think you can just waltz in here and tell us how it is?”

you slam your first down onto the table, the contempt and guilt you felt boiling in your blood.

“i am still apart of this family, darryl, whether you like it or not. i am their older sister and i want what’s best for them.”

he stands, his chair scraping against the hardwood as he does.

“and i don’t? you haven’t been acting like you’re apart of this family for a long time, so don’t you dare—,”

ponyboy stands up suddenly, storming back towards his room. darry is too busy with you to care.

when the door shuts behind him, soda steps in to mediate.

“stop, both of you. we’re not gonna play this game of who’s made the most sacrifices.”

you and darry take the moment to breathe and cool down.

“darry, you don’t get to brush off (name) just ‘cause she’s been at school for some time,” he starts. “—and (name) you don’t get to call all the shots around here just ‘cause you’re the oldest.”

you and darry exchange apologetic glances, but sodapop still looks frustrated.

“—now, if there aren’t any adults left around here, i’ll go talk to pony.”

“soda, wait,” you cut in. “let me talk to him. it’s about time i did.”

he looks at you for a moment before he nods, and you walks across the room to pony’s room, stepping in and quietly shutting the door behind you.

he’s sitting on the far corner of his bed, leaning against his headboard and writing into a notebook.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look at him, your baby brother.

“ponyboy, i’m so sorry,” you run a hand through your hair. “i shouldn’t have left like i did.”

“it’s alright. i had to learn to take care of myself, we all did.”

“no, ponyboy. i’m supposed to be the big sister,” you say and try not to let him see you cry.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t better at it until now.”

you reach forward to grab his hand and he squeezes it. you’re about to get up when he speaks again.

“will you— stay awhile?”

you smile at him, and lean back further on the bed, listening as he reads to you an excerpt from a poem he’s writing.

—

the next morning, you sit on the porch outside, watching as the remaining drops of last night’s rain drop off the roof.

you hear the screen door open and shut, and darry sits beside you.

“i owe you an apology, (name).”

he must see the surprised look on your face because he elaborates.

“i know you did what was best for us, in the end. and i know soda said we shouldn’t talk about the things we’ve given up, but you did sacrifice a lot. you made the decision that you thought was best, even if it meant losing us. me and the boys, we’ve had each other to lean on this past year, but you— you did it all by yourself, and let us blame you. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head.

“i’m sorry too, dar, for leaving for so long, and not coming back as much as i should. i shouldn’t have overstepped yesterday, but i felt so guilty leaving, that i wanted to do something. i overreacted. i don’t give you enough credit, dar, but it’s about time we did what we promised we would do.

we’re going to work together, okay? me and you. we’re going to make this better. for all of us.”

he looks away, so as not to let you see that his eyes are getting glassy, and it’s almost unsettling to see your strongest brother break down.

when he turns back around, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“you’re going to college someday, dar.”

“i promise.”

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis

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80smen · 6 years ago

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i wrote this ponyboy x reader imagine over 2 and a half years ago sooooo enjoy friends

Ponyboy + Reader One Shot

Please note:

• Y/N means your name

• Ponyboy is not a smoker in this story

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Summer Stars

You sit on the couch in the Curtis' living room while a movie plays on the TV. You don't know what movie it is, and you really don't care. You look at the clock.

2:26 a.m.

Ponyboy still isn't home.

You have no idea where the hell he went and why the hell he is out so late, but you are beyond worried. You are over at his house, like you are almost every single summer night, to sleep over. You got here around 10 p.m. like you usually do, let yourself in with the key under the mat (which was, might you mention, Ponyboy's brilliant idea) like you usually do, and Ponyboy waits on the couch for you to arrive like he usually does. But not this time.

You aren't dating him; you are just friends. Well, maybe friends with benefits. You always find yourself resting your head on his chest as you watch corny movies while he fiddles with your hair. And occasionally, you tease him a bit by hovering your lips over his, knowing how badly he wants to kiss you. But you never let him. You aren't sure exactly why you don't want to date him. Part of the reason is because you have been best friends with him ever since he dumped his grape juice on you in kindergarten, (which he recently told you that was his method of "flirting") and you don't want to break the strong friendship you have. Another reason was because it was sort of a game: a cute boy chasing after you, but you're playing hard to get.

Your eyes are getting heavy, but you do your best to fight falling asleep. However, your drowsiness gets ahold of you, and you drift off.

—

You bolt awake, hearing creaking from the front door. You immediately turn your head.

Ponyboy walks in, gently shutting the door, doing his best to not make a lot of noise.

You throw the blanket that is covering you aside and instantly stand up and walk towards him.

"Where the hell were you? Dammit, Ponyboy, You gave me a—" you stop, noticing the blood, bruises, and cuts all over his face. You look down to his hands, which are also in the same condition.

"Oh my god!" you yell.

"Shh, please don't wake Darry and Soda," he whispers, placing a finger to his lips.

You lightly grab his face, examining the wounds. "I swear to god Ponyboy, if you don't tell me what the hell happened..." You grab his hands, fondling your fingers over his bruised knuckles. "Oh my god," you repeat.

"Y/N, please, I'm okay. Please, just... I need to sit down," Ponyboy says hazily. He makes his way to the couch, attempting to maintain balance. You grab his arm so that he doesn't fall over.

Ponyboy collapses on the couch, throws his head back, and groans out of pain.

"I'm getting the first aid kit," you say and rush to the kitchen.

You open the cabinet in the kitchen, your eyes searching for the first aid kid. You have exceeded being angry; you are enraged; upset, even— but only because you care so much about him. You grab the box and hurry back to the living room.

You take a seat next to Ponyboy, and tilt his head in your direction.

"You are such a dumbass, what the hell did you do?" you scold him as you open the kit. You grab a towel and lightly dab the blood on his lip. "And why were you out so late?"

"I'm fine, mom," Ponyboy sarcastically replies. He flinches as you move the towel towards his throbbing eye.

"That doesn't answer the question, son," you retort.

"It's nothing, I was just walking home from Johnny's. We went out tonight," he pauses from being out of breath. "I was just, walking home, and I fell over on the sidewalk."

As convincing as his story may sound, you know he is lying. That's one thing he hates about you. Although he can be a good liar to some people, you can always pick up on his faulty stories.

"Bullshit," you say as quietly as you can so that you don't wake Darry and Soda. Darry would beat Ponyboy's ass if he sees him like this.

"I know," he sighs in defeat. You spray Neosporin onto the cuts on his arm, causing Ponyboy to flinch. "Ow!" he yelps, swatting at your hand. "I don't need that, I'm fine, okay? Just let me rest, Y/N. Please."

"I will not let you rest until you tell me what happened," you reply.

"Why the hell do you care so much, huh?" Ponyboy shouts. You jump, not expecting him to yell at you.

"You come over here every goddamn night, we watch movies together, we talk about stuff I would never talk about with anyone else. You fall asleep in my arms for god's sake!" Ponyboy says breathlessly. "Then," he continues, "you have these moods where just decide that you don't like me all of a sudden? You act like I'm a little boy who has a hopeless, never-gonna-happen crush on you! Well you know what? I'm tired of it. I get it; you don't want to date a greaser. You don't want to be seen with a greaser. That's perfectly okay with me! Just stop acting like you care about me when I sure as hell know that you don't."

"You really think I'm that kind of person, Ponyboy?"

"Oh, I don't think. I know that you are. Just get out of here."

"You asshole. You're an asshole you know that?" You throw the towel onto the floor and pick up your backpack. You walk towards the door.

"Says you!" he replies, motioning his hands in your direction.

"I can't believe I thought I was in love with you," you say softly, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Ha! Yeah right. Hey, tell me another joke would you?" Ponyboy laughs.

"Why do you think I come here every goddamn night. What, to sleep on your shitty couch?" You are almost screaming at him. You know you have to be quiet, but you can't contain your emotions.

"It's because I love you. I love spending time with you; I love being with you every damn moment I can get. I love talking to you, I love hearing you ramble about the corny movies that I couldn't give one fuck about, and I love the fact that you are in love with me. And don't deny that you aren't." By this point, your face is drenched in tears, and you know that you look like a hot mess. But you don't care.

Ponyboy is quiet, facial expression unreadable.

You wait for his response.

Silence.

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship, as cheesy as it sounds. The last thing I could ask for is to lose you and to lose what we have," you add.

You wait one last moment to see if he will say something to you.

Nothing.

"Whatever. Thanks anyway," you roll your eyes.

You shake your head and turn the doorknob.

"This is a pretty shitty couch, isn't it," Ponyboy says quietly.

You stop and turn your head towards him. You can't help but feel a smile creeping onto your face.

"Yeah," you agree, wiping the tears from your red, burning eyes. "It is."

He gives you a small smile in return.

"Come here," he says, patting the spot on the couch next to him.

You place your bag on the floor and cross your arms, slowly walking to him. You sit down, and the couch creaks, causing you both to laugh.

Ponyboy wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. You nuzzle your head into his neck, noticing various scratches there as well. You decide against mentioning them, due to the fact that you don't want to have another argument.

"So," he sighs and looks down to you. "You really are in love with me?"

"There's a slight possibility," you tease.

"Can you prove it?" he cheekily asks.

You move your hand across his chest, and then slowly down his thigh, causing him to gulp. You know exactly what you are doing to him. He is so easy, which made him even more (dare you say) adorable.

Your hand makes its way back up his chest then to his neck. You lean into his face, almost touching his lips. Just as he leans in, you place your finger on his lips and push his head back.

"Nope," you say as you untangle his arms from his grasp.

"You tease!" he shouts, louder than he should have.

You both freeze, and don't make a sound. Ponyboy tightly shuts his eyes, hoping he didn't wake up Darry or Soda.

After a few seconds, you both sigh in relief.

"You tease," he repeats, this time whispering. He playfully shoves your arm.

You roll your eyes and right when you decide you are going to kiss him for real, you hear a thump from upstairs.

"Ponyboy?" a voice says.

Ponyboy's eyes widen.

"Shit, it's Darry!" Ponyboy jumps up from the couch.

"Ponyboy, you down there?" Darry calls. You can hear his footsteps getting closer.

"We gotta get out of here! He can't see me like this!" he exclaims, yanking your arm to lift you up from the couch.

"Ponyboy! They're gonna see your face all messed up eventually," you explain to him.

He ignores your statement and runs out the door, pulling you along with him. You can faintly hear Darry call for Ponyboy again once you reach the bottom of the porch steps.

You both begin running; you have no idea where he plans on going or why he is doing this. You are sprinting down the streets of Tulsa at 2 in the morning, literally just asking to get jumped. You take the time to glance at Ponyboy's face: happiness. The brightest smile you've ever seen; dimples appearing, eyes beaming, skin glowing under the moonlight. In that moment you realize how lucky you are to have him as a best friend; as your crush— hell, you are lucky to have him as your boyfriend.

Once reaching a field of grass, you jump on him, causing you both to collapse. You fall on your back, but immediately force yourself up and tackle Ponyboy to the ground. At first you are harsh, but you lay off a little bit, remembering the injuries he had acquired earlier. He laughs hysterically, and you can't help but to do the same. You pin his arms to the ground, studying his face.

His cheeks are still covered in marks and cuts, bruises and beyond, but his imperfections somehow manage make him look more beautiful than ever. You gently brush your fingers along the soft curve of his jawline and stare at his lips, wondering what they would feel like against yours.

Your fingers move to his eye, touching it as lightly as you can.

"Still hurts," he says while managing to smile.

"Yeah," you awkwardly reply. You are too infatuated with him to realize what you are saying.

Your eyes flickered to his, then down to his mouth. Ponyboy lets out a small laugh and places his hands to your cheeks, bringing your lips down to his.

Ponyboy's lips are chapped, yet softer than you imagined they would be. You cup his face as he lightly tugs on your hair causing your head to slightly tilt back. His face was warm, unlike the brisk, summer night air. Your thumbs caress the sides of his mouth, being careful to not exacerbate the pain of his cuts.

Ponyboy's head moves back down to the ground, breaking the kiss. Your hands still rest on his cheeks. He moves his hand on top of yours, ghosting his fingers over them. You shoot him a grin, and he returns the favor. You mentally scold yourself for waiting so long to admit that you are in fact in love with your best friend.

"We gotta get back," you gently tell him. You really don't want to go back. You want to stay out here in this empty field, you and him alone with both of your thoughts and words. However, reality hits you, so you stand and offer a hand to help him up.

He just stares at your hand, then back to your eyes, and then to your hand again. You look at him confused, anxiously waiting for him to get up so that both of you can get back to his house before Darry gets even more pissed off.

"Ponyb—," you stop, and Ponyboy grabs your arm down, causing you to drop to the ground. He stares at you, with a cheeky smirk plastered across his face (which you secretly love, you hate to admit.)

"Seriously Ponyboy," you say with light humor in your voice. "We have to go."

"We're gonna get in trouble either way," he points out, placing his arms behind his head. "Might as well make the most of the time we have now, since I know my ass is gonna be grounded for the next century."

You laugh at his comment, and decide that you probably will never be able to convince him to walk back to his house anyway. You sigh and lay beside him; your head facing to the stars.

Quietness filled the atmosphere, aside from the sound of trains in the distance and the chirping of the crickets. You both absorb the calmness, but it isn't awkward. Just comfortable silence.

"That was my first," Ponyboy says, breaking the peace.

"Huh?" you ask, turning to him. He is still admiring at the stars. That's one of the things you love about Ponboy— he appreciates nature. He loves constellations, the sky, sunsets, clouds and colors, ocean waves, crisp air, flowers and trees. He isn't afraid to show affection and to open up to those he trusts the most. As cliché as it may sound, he is most definetly different from a lot of boys, as most of them you know just care about how many girls they can fuck in a week and what party they are attending next.

"The kiss," his voice cracks. "I never kissed anyone."

You aren't really surprised by this; not because Ponyboy isn't good looking or charming or anything. It's due to the fact that you are basically one of the only girls he hangs out with. You are very honored however, and you like to think that he waited for you to be his first kiss, just to make your little love story with him that much more intriguing.

"How do you manage to cherish the world so much?" you ask, changing the subject. You really did want to know how. You want to delve into that pretty little mind of his, especially at his vulnerable state.

"Y'know," you continue, "with all the hatred and cruelty we all live in? I really do find it fascinating how you can easily escape into nature, writing, books and movies even— and mute out the world, no matter how terrible it gets."

"They're distractions, I guess," he huffs, moving his arms to his chest and crossing them. "When you have grown up like I have it's all you can rely on."

"You turned to the most innocent things though," you state. "Why not instead of that stuff, why didn't you turn to drugs, alcohol, or any other addiction? They are so easy to fall into, especially with you being a greaser and all, yet you managed to stay away."

"Yeah, it can get a bit lonely at times, with all of them doin' that stuff, and you kind of feel left out. No one in the gang seems to appreciate nature and what not as much as I do," he pauses. "Well 'cept Johnny. And you too, of course. I don't know. I like it though."

The world seems to stop for a moment.

"Lonely souls have the most creative minds," he says softly.

You turn to Ponyboy, and he notices so he turns back to you. You observe the wounds on his face yet again, and can't help but feel pain for him. Not only physically, but mentally as well, after everything he has been through.

"I never meant to hurt you," you blurt out, recalling what Ponyboy said to you earlier at his house. You aren't sure if he truly felt that way or if it was just from the heat of the moment.

"I'm sorry," he admits. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean what I said. I was just overwhelmed. I bet you know who really did this to me. Yeah, it was the socs, I know you know that. Sad part is, it was only two guys 'nd I was literally two blocks from my house. Two blocks and they got me!" Ponyboy rambles. "I tried to run away but they tackled me. You know how hard pavement is? Pretty damn hard, let me tell you. I tried fighting back, punching and what not, but of course they just had to—"

You know he isn't going to stop, so you interrupt him by placing your lips onto his, causing him to yelp from the pain.

"Sorry," you utter, pulling back. Your face becomes red from embarrassment.

"You're fine, you're fine," he assures you, touching his lip. "Still bleedin'."

"We can go back to my place," you suggest. "I mean, if you want to. My parents should be asleep. I just hope Darry and Soda aren't too worried. Maybe we should just go back." Reality hits you once more.

"Ponyboy, we gotta get back okay? Oh god, it's probably almost 3 a.m.! How long have we been gone?" You jump to your feet and dust off the dirt on your shirt.

"Since when did I become the one who actually wants to have fun for once?" Ponyboy chuckles and stands up.

"Ever since you fell in love with me," you say and lightly push him.

Ponyboy walks up to you, and places his hands on your waist. He goes to your ear and steadily hovers his warm breath over it, sending shivers throughout your body. "Whoever said I was in love?" he whispers.

Ponyboy has always been cheeky towards you, but this has reached an entire new level. It seems like ever since you confessed your love for him, his ego skyrocketed.

You don't reply, but instead you wrap your arms around his neck. While doing so, he moves from your ear to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes down it.

Ponyboy then puts his forehead against yours and smiles.

"I know that we're young, stupid, naive teenagers who have no jobs, no cars, and are literally standing in the middle of an abandoned field in one of the most dangerous cities in the entire country," he says, "but hell, Y/N, I am so in love with you."

Instead of verbally responding, you lean to kiss him once again. You are caught off guard, however, when he removes his arms from your waist and takes a step back.

"Beat you back to my place, first one there gets their ass whooped by my brother!" Ponyboy shouts and slaps your butt. He runs off, and you laugh and chase after him.

Hell, you are so in love too.

#i tried reading this on my livestream #but i think it's better if u read it on your own #mywork #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy imagine #the outsiders

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sodapop-dallas · 6 years ago

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Little sister- Dallas Winston imagine

Requested by : @gerardwaysbabyiero

Maybe a short thing where the reader is Dallys little sister (at least under 9) and he and the guys are raising her and a few scenes with them all being adorable big brothers to her but make it have a happy ending where he lives and Johnnys still alive.

•FLASHBACKS WILL BE IN ITALICS•

•Dally’s Pov•

We had to get those kids out of the burning church. Johnny and Ponyboy went inside the church and handed me the kids outside the window. Ponyboy got out first and I pulled Johnny out right before the building was about collapse.

We all made it out safe. Man, I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if any one of us would’ve gotten hurt. Darry would have my head if Ponyboy got hurt, but that wasn’t my biggest worry.

My biggest worry was what if something would’ve happened to us then what would happen to my little sister, Y/n.

When you look at y/n she looks like my twin just smaller. Every since she was born it’s been my job to protect her.

I remember the first time I held y/n in my arms.

I look down at my baby sister. Her bright hazel eyes and pale skin. She was so small and innocent. It felt as if she was a piece of glass and i was terrified to drop her. She is the only thing that I have been able to love, she is the only one who was able to make me genuinely smile.

Two weeks after y/n was born our ‘mom’ left. I wasn’t surprised, she wasn’t there for me in my childhood at all. I was gonna be the one to care for y/n I wasn’t gonna have her grow up alone like I did.

Y/n is only 5 years old and is the complete opposite from me, she is super bubbly, talkative and energetic. She makes everyone around her happy no matter what kind of mood they are in.

It hasn’t just been me that has helped raise her, the gang has helped out and they love her just as much as I do.

I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to help me raise y/n, without the gang I think I’d go a little bit crazy. Kids are pretty hard to take care of and you can’t yell at them or they’ll cry. I found that out the hard way.

*Flashback*

I was outside doing some yard work for Darry his garden was a mess. At this time y/n was around 3 1/2 years old and as I’m doing the work y/n grabs my leather jacket. “Y/n put that down.” I say turning back to continue my work thinking she’s listened to what I told her to do.

Instead I turn around again to see her putting my leather jacket it in the mud. “Are you fucking kidding me ? Y/f/n y/m/n Winston !!! This is my favorite fucking jacket and you just put it in mud !! Are you serious what were you thinking !! I just i just -ugh !!” I let out. I look at y/n and she starts to cry her eyes out.

Oh, man what did I just do. I try to go to pick her up to calm her down but she won’t let me go near her. Johnny comes outside to see what’s going on. “Dal what did you do to this child?” He says as he picks her up and tries to calms her down.

He sways back and forth and rub her back and say “it’s okay babygirl he didn’t mean it.”

“Johnny Dally yelled at me.” She is barely able to get out between cries. “Sweetheart he didn’t mean it. He’s just tried and grumpy. He won’t do it again. He promises. Right Dal ?” Johnny says.

“Yes I promise. Y/n I’m sorry.” I say feeling bad for making her cry. Johnny takes her inside puts her down for a nap.

*end of flashback*

Pony, Johnny and I are almost home. And y/n is the only thing on my mind. I miss her so much, I can’t wait to hear here little voice and give her a giant hug.

*Flashback*

I had just got out of the cooler after two weeks. Y/n was only three at the time and she stood with the curtis’.

I remember opening the gate and seeing y/n at the door. She ran to me with her blonde hair flowing in the wind. “Dally” she yelled. she reached me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I picked her up and held her tightly. I brought her inside and sat on the couch. She crawled over to sodapop and sat on his lap.

Y/n was literally in love with sodapop. She would always follow him and would want to hold his hand while walking. Y/n would refer to him as her ‘boyfriend’. I mean I don’t understand what ladies see in him. He’s not that good looking but me on the other hand I’d have to say I’m pretty good looking.

“Sweetheart you need to let soda leave, he has to go to work.” I say as I try to pry her little hand off his leg.

“Dally I want my boyfriend !” She pouts. “Now little missy I didn’t ask what you wanted. You need to listen to me now.” I say sternly.

Her face drops and she begins to cry. Oh man, I’ve never been good with kids and I’ve never liked kids until y/n came into my life. I just don’t know how to treat them sometimes and I’m a little harsh but that’s just who I am.

“Come here munchkin.” Soda picks up y/n. “Now listen. I’m gonna be back home soon and then we can play all the games you want okay.” Sodapop tells her as he wipes the little tears from her eyes.

She nods her head. “Okay but you need to listen to Dal or else we can’t play any games alright ?” Soda says and she nods her head. Sodapop gives her back to me and leaves for work.

*End of flashback*

We finally get back to the house and y/n runs up to Johnny almost immediately. “Johnny.” she squeals and runs into Johnny’s arms. “Oh sure not like I’m your brother or anything.” I say sarcastically.

Johnny picks her up and gives her a hug then sets her down. She give a hug to pony and then to me. I pick her up and hold her on my hip.

Darry, Steve, two-bit and Sodapop are outside as well. “Thank god you’re all okay.” Darry brings all into a hug.

“Alright alright I ain’t about all this lovey doves stuff, man.” I say getting out of the hug quickly. We all go back inside and I have y/n sitting on my lap.

She looking more and more like me each day and she’s growing up so fast I want her to stop.

I remember when she took her first steps without any help. It was right here in the house.

*Flashback*

Y/n was standing up holding onto two-bit’s fingers using him to help her walk. While Steve was a few feet away telling y/n to come walk to him.

“Come here y/n. You can do it sweetheart.” Steve says putting his arms out so she knows to go to him.

She lets go of two-bit’s fingers and walks to Steve. Steve picks her up and we all cheer. That was when I first realized she was growing up.

*End of flashback*

I know I can’t stop time but I just want her to stay little forever. I don’t want her to grow up.

I especially don’t want her to be a teenager, that is when she starts to like boys and I don’t need to be going to the cooler for beating up some little twerp that broke my sisters heart or played with her feelings.

But for now I’m just going to enjoy my time with her now. She’s my baby sister and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect her.

~A/n~

I don’t know if this was how you wanted but I really tried !! I hope you enjoyed it !!

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