#but also Darry has to put his hand over his girl’s mouth

[fanboyswhore9]

THIS IS SO DARRY CODED! Yall can’t tell me otherwise

[m4y4wasnthere]

dont be shy..

dallas x shy!reader

fic request here

warnings: holy smutt; plot is a-okay, mainly focused on establishing relationships; mention of alcohol/smoking; cursing (its dallas.)

a/n: thank u sm for the love on the last one!! this one is super cute but steamy; i think i also mightve made this one more awkward then shy, i honestly wanna rewrite this SO BADDD

not proofread

summary: of course when dallas winston finds out that the shy girl has a crush on him, it boosts the hell out of his ego. whats so wrong with him going over and having some fun teasing you about it? …until he realizes he wants more than just teasing 🌝

Dallas walks into Buck’s bar for a little get-together with the gang, not knowing they were gossiping about you.

“Oh god the puppy eyes she has for him, don’t get me started on how obvious it is.” Two-bit chuckles along with Sodapop.

“Who has puppy eyes for who?” Dallas sits next to Johnny on the other side of the table. The rest of the gang eye each other. (side eye typa way 👁️)

“You can’t be serious Dal..” Pony says slowly, a smirk slowly coming to his face. “Since when am I not serious?……..don’t answer that.” Dallas lights a cigarette and brings it to his mouth.

“Its-“ Two-bits mouth gets covered by Steve. “C’mon, why can’t I know? You guys are making me soo sad.” Dallas mocks a fake tear coming down with his finger.

“It's Y/n.” Sodapop blurts, Two-bit elbows him, and Darry facepalms, “God Soda, don’t you ever know when to keep your smart mouth shut?”

“I just couldn't keep it a secret. We all thought you knew Dally, I mean, it's painfully obvious.” Sodapop took a swing of his drink while Darry started scolding him under his breath.

“Obvious? Am I missin’ somethin’? What makes it ‘that’ obvious?” Dallas puts out his cigarette, and the gang knows he puts out an unfinished cigarette whenever he is serious. His brows furrowed as he stared hard into their eyes.

“Dal she always asks about you and she always tries to hang out with you. Do you not see the way she looks at you? She might as well be a lost puppy or somethin’ ” Johnny fidgets with a card in his hand, not looking at Dally.

“Wow Johnny-cake, even you?” Dallas scoffs, “Anything else I should know?” He puts his legs up on the table.

“Why don’t you just go ask her? If your sooo curious.” Two-Bit says sarcastically. Dallas lights a new cigarette and walks out without saying anything else.

・❥・

It was almost 1am when you heard a knock on your window. You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing them. Another set of tiny knocks went off at your window.

You got up, and the only thing you were wearing was an oversized tshirt with a shoulder cut. When you got to the window, you almost screamed.

You opened it, cursing under your breath.

“Dallas Winston, what in Irene's name are you doing here? God, I thought you were a random guy or stalker!” He climbed inside your room while you closed it slightly.

Then it suddenly hit you, Dallas Winston was inside your bedroom. Your cheeks flushed red. (thank god the lights are off)

“Do you want me to be a stalker? I can, if that's what you’re into doll.” Dallas slyly smirked as he occupied himself in your bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, not completely next to him.

“I don’t bite, c’mere.” Dallas pats next to him. You scooch a bit closer stiffly, but not at all close.

“So- um, what’re you doing here Dal..?” You stutter through your words, the situation's absurdity finally growing upon you as you become more awake.

“Jus’ hangin’ out, tell me abt ur day first.” Dallas turns to face you, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor.

“Oh- uh-,” you found it completely inconvenient that you forgot what you did the whole day just because he looked at you a few seconds longer than the last.

You looked away from him and onto the floor, your closet, anything to keep yourself from looking at him any longer.

“My day was uh fine. I uhm went out to Buck’s earlier, uhm, oh I also was with the gang..” Every time you spoke, your voice trembled and your hands fidgeted with the end of your shirt. Dallas never looked away from you as you spoke. His gaze lingered over you, leaving you an embarrassingly shy blush-y mess.

You looked at him for a response but immediately looked away again, not expecting him to be staring at you so intently.

“Keep talking, I like your voice doll.” He scooches onto the bed fully and lays down, propping his feet up.

“Oh uh, okay..,” You mentally facepalmed. You weren’t cool at all around him, you didn’t know what to say to be able to entertain whatever he was looking for.

“After Buck’s, uh, I went to the Dingo to grab a quick bite and uhm, I just went home after that. Nothing too, uh, special.” You turned to face him more but couldn’t allow yourself to look up past his waist.

“Don’t say that doll, everythin’ about ya is special.” He takes a cig out and lights it, the soft warm fire illuminating his sharp features.

Sitting down makes you way more nervous than it needs to be, as dorky as it is, you decide to start tidying up your (already) clean room.

“Really, Dal. Why did you come over? I mean, not that I mind of course! Or anything, I just mean since um, you don’t usually come knocking on my window,” you mindlessly stumbled over your words while moving some makeup around on your vanity.

“I heard some things ‘bout you. Just wanted to see if they were true.” He blew smoke towards the window, looking you up and down slowly.

“Oh, really? What’d ya hear? Good things? I hope?” You lightly chucked as you turned around, leaning against the wood.

He put out the cigarette on a cute white ash pan you had on your dresser and slowly walked over to you.

Your posture straightened, trying to put a respectable amount of distance between the two of you.

He leaned in, putting his arms on the vanity on either side of you, trapping you against it.

“I heard you have a bit of a crush on me doll, is that true?” His eyes flickered over every detail of your face, he smirked mischievously.

“Who told you that?” You turned your head away from him. “Was it Soda? Two-bit?” Your heart was racing and your body was getting very hot.

“You're not even going to deny it? Wow, I didn't know you could be so forward doll." He grabbed your chin back to face him. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“No thats not what I meant, No- I do like you, wait no I don’t, I just-“

He leaned forward and kissed you passionately. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck in response.

You broke away with heavy breathing, his eyes never left your soft lips.

“You don’t gotta be so shy doll, what if I said I liked you too?” He licked his lips before guiding you towards the bed.

He kissed you lightly again before pushing you onto your back, his muscular form looking heavenly with the moon shining behind him.

He climbed on top of you and starting kissing your neck, getting more aggressive with the time passing.

“I want you Dal.” You whispered. He stopped to look up at you.

“If you want me so bad, then take off your cute little panties, slut.” He continued to leave hickeys down your neck.

You squirmed underneath him, struggling to hold in your moans, scratching helplessly at your thighs to take the underwear off.

He grabbed your breasts and started sucking on your nipples. A moan escaped from your lips which only made him become rougher. He swirled your buds in his mouth, nibbling onto them and leaving them each have their own purple mark.

“I’m gonna mark you like this everytime I see you. Your mine doll.”

He kissed his way down your stomach towards your heat. He stopped for a moment to look back at you. Without breaking eye contact he ran his tongue from the tip of your core to your stomach.

This made you increasingly squirm against him.

“Dal..” you whined as he softly licked at your folds. He was teasing you and you couldn’t take it.

“Please Dal, make me feel good, please.”

He spread your legs further apart with his hands as he started to suck your clit aggressively. You could feel your back arching subconsciously, his tongue moving along your folds and in out out your hole.

“Let me spell my name out for you. So you know who you belong too.”

He dragged his tongue throughout your hole, trying to spell out his name.

He pulled away with a nasty grin at how disheveled you looked. Your hair was in a mess, your chest was heaving up and down, your eyes were hooded with complete lust.

“I need to fuck you doll, are you ready?” He whispered as he sloppily kissed your body.

“I’m ready Dal, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

He positioned himself between your legs, you wrapped them behind his back. He slowly inserted himself into you, staying still for a moment for you to get comfortable.

“God Y/n, your pussy feels so damn good.”

He held your wrists beside your head as he started to thrust into you.

His thick cock was the only thing you could think about. The way it filled you so nicely. The way Dallas looked hammering into you, your broken moans couldn’t stop.

He started to become rougher with each thrust, faster, harder, and his arms snaked around your stomach, pulling you into him.

You clawed at his back full of pleasure, your mind becoming numb as his thrusts were becoming sloppier the more time he spent inside of you.

“Dallas I’m gonna cum-“ you said before moaning loudly against him.

“Come with me baby, I’m about to come.”

He thrusted as fast as he could in you before slowly haltering to a stop. You guys breathed heavily against each other, sweat coating both of your guy’s skin.

His eyes met yours as he pulled out of you, slowly unrolling the condom and tossing it in a nearby bin. He laid down next to you, his body at an angle so he could see your face.

“Dally, I-“ he stopped you with a kiss. A slow and gentle kiss, while he traced the side of your body.

“You’re not just some one-night stand, I promise or whatever,” he whispered while looking at you. You softly smiled at him.

He pulled you into a close cuddle as you guys slowly fell asleep.

・❥・

[steifel]

More outsiders HCs except this time its mostly about the Curtis bros (it turned into mostly be about Sodapop)

Soda sucked his thumb until he was 12

Speaking of soda sucking his thumb when he was a toddler it was more like he would stick his whole hand in his mouth and let the drool drip all over his arm

He used to wake up at like 2 am crawl out of his bed and waddle over to Darrys room and just stair (hand fully in his mouth mind you) darry would wake up and be like "hay little man do you need something" Soda would just continue staring until Darry got uncomfortable then Soda just waddeld his way back to bed

When they were 4 and 6 Pony and Soda were truly a meness to society

They used to work together to get chocolate cake off of the top shelf of the fridge by Soda lifting Pony onto his shoulders

Together they could reach

They thought it was super funny until Darry got in trouble (because obviously the 4 and 6 year old cant reach the top of the fridge)

Pony started crying when Darry got in trouble and so the boys came clean

One time Sodapop got his head stuck in between the rails on the stairs (he was 15)

One time when he was 10 Pony found a bunch of Darrys playboys

He looked through all of them because he was so curious

Poor thing was confused he had no idea why people would like that kind of stuff

He took them to show Johnny who was also very confused

They told Dally and he just laughed at them

Steve and Soda met when they were both at the parks and Soda goes "i like ponys" and steve was like "i like cars" so they played ponys and cars. They have been best friends ever since

Darry is secretly terrified of when Pony starts dating because he really doesn't want to have *the talk*

Little does he know Pony has had said *talk* at least 7 times

Everyone in the gang has tried to put the fear of God in him about sex

Except Dally who is the most honest of the gang

When he was a kid all Darry ever wanted was to be a dad

Pony absolutely hates kids

Soda was the kid to eat all of his Halloween candy in one sitting and then complain that his tummy hurts

I feel like Soda had a tummy ache quite often as a child

From literal kindergarten to the time he dropped out somebody had to physically sit and watch Soda do his homework or it wouldn't get done

Mrs Curtis used to sit at the table with all 3 boys to watch them do their homework

And once their parents died Darry started to sit down with the two boys to make sure they got their work done

Now whenever he can Sodapop sits to watch Ponyboy do his homework because he truly believes that thats just how homework works

Darry is legitimately afraid of the dark

If there is a spider anywhere in the Curtis household you bet your ass Soda is on the counter screaming like a little girl

Ponyboy cries when his brothers kill bugs so Darry has to let them all outside

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hellooooo!! i was wondering if you could do a request for ponyboy and where the reader is best friends with him and knows him from school (and is also prolly really smart). and like him introducing her to the rest of the gang and then the gang sort of taking her in as a younger sister. (just a lot of platonic fluff bc platonic relationships are criminally underrated) Thank you!!!!!!

ofc! he's your best pal, your bud. sure you let him cheat off your homework sometimes, but, he tells you about all these adventures he's had, takes you to the movies so you can mess around and take more that just one soda, no matter how many times the worker Benny tells you not to. he's always rattled off about how he'd love to introduce you to the gang, but everyone's been rather busy around these times. he gives you excuses with a sad little pout on his face, like, "sorry, dally's in tha' cooler again.." or "darrys working extra, maybe nex' time" this time, ponyboys put extra effort in to making sure everyone's there. it has to be PERFECT. hell, he'd probably drive himself mad getting all these plans done. but pony's got a way, he made it happen, now your walking down with pony away from the drive in, sipping some pepsi-cola. he's flipping a coin back between his pointer and middle finger. when you both reach the door you toss the bottle into the trash and pony opens the screen door. "darry! i've got someone i'd like you to meet!" darry's head pokes out from the kitchen doorway. he side steps to get a good look at you. "who's this ponyboy?" you smiles at him and stick out your hand. "y/n, great to meet you!" he shakes your hand, it's still wet from washing dishes. sodapop steps into the room with steve holding a beer can swaggering behind him. they're cracking jokes until they see you politely standing in the middle of the room introducing yourself to darry. "who's the small kid superman?" steve asks taking a sip of his beer. darry rolls his eyes at steve. "pony's friend, real sweet kid too. be nice and introduce yourselves wont 'ya?" darry beckons the two boys over to you. "what's your name kid?" soda asks. "dont call them kid, they look older than you, babyface" steve jokes and nudges soda in the side. you grin slightly. "y/n, and you?" you ask. "sodapop" soda mocks a bow, steve tussles soda's greased hair. "i'm steve randall, probably heard o' me before, popular I guess you could say," steve pretends to be real slick. "what's all the commotion?" johnny and dally walk in. dally's wearing a smug expression on his face and his hand is covering his side. it looks like it's bleeding. he's leaning on johnny whos got a nervous shiver to him, he looks nice though. "got into another fight dally?" darry asks hands on his hips. "you know it superman" dally settles down on the part of the couch that doesnt have books scattered across it. "who's the chick" dally asks, no real expression on his face. "watch yo' mouth dally" ponyboy answers, "it's my friend from school." "yeah and they' real sweet too," steve puts a hand on your head. everyone is crowded in on you asking you questions, you can't say you aren't enjoying it. they really seemed genuinly intrested, except dally who asked if you knew any cute girls. what do you expect, he's only seventeen and he's been in and out the cooler more times than you have hairs on your head. "heey! why didnt anyone invite me to y'all's party!" two-bit hopped through the door. "this is y/n! they're nice!" "and smart!" "they have cool style!" everyone chimed in and excitedly proclaimed something intresting about you, even dally. "nice to meet 'ya y/n!" two-bit pretended to tip his hat, "now, who wants to watch movies!"

[sunlitcigars]

Soft!Dallas Headcanons

(Is this a little ooc? Yes. Am I also a slut for Soft!Dallas? 110% also yes.)

(Not my GIF)

Tags: @lastluvbug @disasterinadress97​

General:

 Dallas would never admit it but he has separation anxiety 

It's always why he stays at Bucks because he knows he's not alone and also why he's always at the Curtis'

He's also got PTSD from New York

Certain gunshots trigger memories in him

We all know the boy is touch starved let's be honest

He's subtle about it though like him always swinging his arm around Johnny and/or touching shoulders with Ponyboy or anyone of the gang

He loves the feeling of someone running their fingers through his hair

He really enjoys cuddles

Doesn't really matter what kind they are he just wants someone to hold him and make him feel okay

Always has his shirt tucked in as a habit because back in New York a lot of people would touch up on him 

 When he's nervous or on the verge of a breakdown he either starts bouncing his legs non-stop or starts scratching at his arms 

Will also play with his ring if he has it on

When he's stressed out and doesn't want to bother the gang or anybody else he'll usually go to the lot and watch the clouds go by if it's nice whether 

But when it rains he'll usually be up in his room at Buck's and watch from his window as it passes by (same goes when it's snowing)

He may like rain but he's scared of thunderstorms

Whenever he hears thunder he either puts his knees to his chest and bury his head in his legs or cover his ears or both

When that happens at the Curtis' one of the guys rub his back and pull him close to them until it's over 

 One of the things he's also afraid of is the dark since his whole life has been consumed by it

If the power goes out when he's alone he grabs a pillow and imagines one of the gang or someone so it doesn't seem like he's alone 

If the power goes out when he's at the Curtis' he'll grab someone's arm or hide his face in their shoulders

Can make bombass cupcakes and cookies but no one has ever tried them except for Tim

He actually really likes jazz because it reminds him of a simpler time in his life

Dallas doesn't really like big parties because the amount of loud shouting reminds him of back in New York when either the police would shoot at random gang members or something else

HE'S EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE AND WE ALL KNOW IT 

Dallas was close to Mrs. Curtis because she was the only women in his life that represented a motherly figure to him 

But when he heard the news about the crash he locked himself up in his room silently crying and never left the room the gang or anyone for that matter saw him for at least two weeks

(The only time anyone saw him in between those two weeks was at Mr. and Mrs. Curtis' fun

NSFW:

He's the type to talk big but is actually really shy in bed

Some people thinks he's the bratty sub type but really he gets flustered so easily

He's packing a 5 ½ to 6 Inches let's be honest here

He's not good with words in bed so if he wants something he'll stutter it out or whisper/mutter it under his breath

He feels so vulnerable laid out naked for the person on the bed 

He wants to feel he's validated enough to know that he's loved by the person 

He won't say it to anyone but he loves the feeling of being filled with cum 

His nipples are sensitive as fuck

Like if someone only played with them he'd orgasm in less then four minutes

D A D D Y  K I N K

H U M I L I A T I O N  K I N K

O R G A S M  C O N T R O L

He's actually really vocal during sex but would muffle his sounds with a pillow or cover his mouth with his hand or bite down on his lips

He whimpers

A lot

If he's feeling special then he'll put on a little show whether that's him strip teasing or touching himself for someone

If he's having a one night stand he prefers to be on his stomach/or hand and knees but if he's in a relationship then he prefers to be on his back so he can look at them and feel comfortable and safe

Hickeys are a huge fuck yes because they remind him who he belongs to and shows people not to try and hook up with him

Another one night stand vs. An actual relationship is that he usually has a cigarette after having sex but if he's in a relationship then he doesn't need one since he already feels content

Aftercare is a huge part for him 

He loves getting pampered and cared for because it's the only time he feels like he doesn't have to act so tough and can relax and let his walls down

FYI he's capable of doing grabby hands just so y'all know

In A Relationship:

He's with the person 24/7

Will low key freak out if he doesn't know where they are and where they went

He's afraid of them finding someone better than him because he feels like he's not good enough for the other person 

Is a little possessive overprotective of the person

If he gets sent to jail he'll give the person his necklace until he's out

He'll also grab something from the person so it doesn't feel like he's completely alone in there

He won't show it but when him and the person are talking through the glass his eyes are filled with loneliness and desperation 

Once he's out he's not leaving their side

Will beat the shit out of anyone who talks shit about his person in a god damn heart beat

He used to be in an abusive relationship so he doesn't let down his walls all the way

If he did something wrong he's always expecting for the worse but then he has to remind himself that they aren't his ex

If him and the person are arguing and they lift up their arm to make a gesture or whatever he will flinch away from them

If they try and leave the bed he'll cling to them like his life depended on it

E X T R A clingy when drunk

He never said I love you so when he said it to the person for the first time he was a stuttering mess

DD/LB: (If you don't like this please don't bitch about it or just simply skip this part)

His headspace is between 4 to 5 years old

Loves when his caregivers call him pet names

Baby boy and prince are his favorite

Likes to color because it keeps his anxiety at a neutral level

Slurs some of his words

Has a fluffy stuffed elephant named Lilac

Finds comfort in his caregivers voice

Clingy

If he wants to be picked up he'll make grabby hands

If he's tired then he'll crawl into his caregivers lap and nuzzle his face into their neck

When he's feeling on the verge of little space in public he'll unnoticeably hold the person's arm 

One of his favorite Disney movie is 101 Dalmatians

Loves to cuddle up in warm blankets

He has a habit of grinding his teeth so his pacifiers help him a lot 

It also helps him whenever he needs a smoke

Or when he needs to bite his lips

Likes bubble baths

His favorite scent to use is lavender :)

Unlike when he's in big headspace he doesn't try and break the rules because when he used to his past caregiver gave him harsh punishments

The first person from the gang he came out to was Ponyboy

One day Ponyboy had to go to Buck's place and while he was in Dallas' room saw Lilac

When he asked him about it Dallas was going to make an excuse but just decided to tell Ponyboy about it

Ponyboy told him he wasn't gonna tell anyone and he kept his word

He kept telling Dallas to tell the gang for a week

It took him a lot to tell the gang he was a little

They all had mixed reactions

All of them were very confused until he explained what it is

(Except for Ponyboy of course)

Darry started to feel more protective over him 

Johnny was surprised because he didn't think of all people Dallas would ever be a little but he was cool with it as long as it helps him

Sodapop is actually really happy about it and he wouldn't mind playing with him when he's in little space

Steve was a little uncomfortable knowing that the reckless hood was a little but he came to accept it

Everyone was waiting for Two-Bit to respond but all of a sudden he just walked out the door without saying anything

Dallas was on the verge of a panic attack and it took awhile for the gang to calm him down

It wasn't until later when Two-Bit came back but this time with a bunch of stuff

He'd gotten Dallas a stuffed animal, bottles, and even a fluffy blanket

Dallas almost started crying ngl

At the end of the day he was just happy his only family accepted him (#supportivegang2020)

When he's in little space the gang tries their best not to smoke or drink around him

On Sundays when they're all not busy they'll watch Disney movies together

One or two of the gang members is alway with him when they're out in public 

With The Gang:

Ponyboy:

Ponyboy reads to Dally whenever he sees him having a bad day or getting nervous 

Whenever Ponyboy reads to him Dallas either has his head in his lap while Ponyboy occasionally runs his hand through his hair or has his head on his shoulder 

On the occasion Dallas tags along with Ponyboy to the library and sometimes picks out a random book he finds interesting or Ponyboy would like and show it to him

Secretly he hopes that Ponyboy would read it out loud to him 

Darry and Soda won't allow him to go to Buck's but if Dallas calls and says he needs him he will not hesitate to go out the door to care for his boyfriend

 If Ponyboy has track Dallas waits for him until it's over

Going to the lot has become a weekly thing for them

When Dallas isn't looking Ponyboy would sneak in a paper that has a poem on it in either his jackets or his pants

Since Dallas never really went to school he has a hard time reading huge words or some so when he's reading over Ponyboy's shoulder he'll ask him

"What's that word?"

"This one?"

"Yeah."

"Absquatulate?"

"Oh." 

Ponyboy finds it fucking adorable

Sodapop:

Sodapop would take him to Dairy Queen and get sundaes and park somewhere with a nice view or park in the parking lot and watch the cars go by

Dallas often goes to the DX and wait until his shift is over 

Sometimes Sodapop will randomly put his hat on Dallas

Whenever girls try and flirt with Sodapop, Dallas either gives them a death state or tell them to fuck off and say he's taken

 When Dallas starts crying Soda will wipe away his tears with his thumbs and kiss his cheeks

Jokingly gave Dallas a promise ring he found somewhere not expecting him to actually wear it but was surprised when he saw it on Dallas' finger

If they're at a party sometimes Soda wanders off but once he sees how uncomfortable Dallas he is he's immediately back at his side

Ponyboy and Darry have walked in on them cuddling on the couch SO MANY TIMES

One time they walked in on them making out heavily Darry had to cover Ponyboy's eyes

Sodapop thinks Dallas looks H O T in his flannels

Darry:

Dallas would always steal borrow Darry's shirt because he feels comforted by it whenever Darry's at work

He absolutely loves it when Darry wraps his arms around him and would always snuggle closer to his chest

(If you really think I'm gonna let Patrick Swayze's singing voice go to waste you're very mistaken)

Whenever he's having a hard time sleeping Darry would usually sing to him until he falls back asleep

Or when Dallas is on edge Darry will hold him close to his chest and sing to him softly until he feels calm again 

Dallas loves Darry's morning voice because it's so low and low key a turn on

When they're out in public Darry would hook his finger around Dallas' belt loops on his jeans to keep him close to him

Some people don't fuck with Dallas as much because they know if they do they'll have to deal with Darry and no one wants to do that unless they have a death wish

If Dallas starts acting up in public all it takes is for Darry to whisper in his ear "behave" 

Darry once talked about the type of flowers his mom liked and kept in the house then a few days later when he got off work he saw the flowers he was talking about in a vase on the dining table with a paper attached saying "Don't ask where I got the flowers and vase"

He almost started crying right then and there

When Dallas is drunk he'll cling to either Darry's chest or back like a koala

One time one of the gang walked in on Darry cooking while Dallas just clung to his back but they didn't say anything in fear of waking up with their dick cut off

Johnny:

Surprisingly Johnny gets protective over 

He will now hesitate to throw down when someone starts talking crap about them

If they're out in public Johnny's always holding Dallas' hand 

Or if they're at the Curtis' Johnny would glance at Dallas every so often to see if he's okay

They both helped each other let their walls down 

When Johnny sees Dallas on edge or not at his best he nudges his head against his shoulder or on his face in hopes of cheering him up (it works more often than he thought it would but he ain't complaining)

 Johnny sometimes shows Dallas some of his favorite places around town

They've fallen asleep in the lot cuddled next to one another multiple times

Johnny tops Dallas sorry not sorry

Sharing cigarettes like kisses

Johnny mindlessly puts his arm in front of Dallas whenever someone's trying to pick a fight

Everytime Dallas talks bad about himself Johnny will be like not on my watch and will do everything and anything to make Dallas feel better

Dallas has a hard time sleeping at night knowing Johnny's with his parents

3AM conversations about the what ifs of life

Two-Bit:

Two-Bit will crack jokes to Dallas when they're alone together about how much of a softie he really is

But if anyone else made fun of Dally he'd beat the literal shit out of them

Also tells bad pick up lines to him even though they're already boyfriends

"Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?"

Dallas would usually say something back but would low key be blushing

Always trying to make Dallas laugh because he loves it when he does

Would totally smack Dallas' ass in front of the gang

 Respects Dallas' boundaries when he's not feeling it

Ms. Mathews is actually really fond of Dallas 

His sister gave him the whole "hurt my brother and I'll hunt you down" talk

He didn't take it seriously but he keeps it in the back of his head

Dallas is the only one to see Two-Bit's hair without grease and he will play with his hair for hours on end

Two-Bit once fell asleep to Dallas playing with his hair and when he woke up he was still doing it

If they're watching Mickey Mouse Dallas is always on Two-Bit's lap

When he sees Dallas upset he'll do voice impressions of random people (Dallas finds it stupid but it always lightens his mood)

Steve:

Whenever Dallas' on the verge of having a breakdown Steve will drive Dallas around town to calm down

Soft music would be playing in the background while Steve either rubs Dallas' thighs or hold his hand

Dallas would run his finger around Steve's tattoo whenever they're cuddling

Dallas loves laying his head on Steve's chest because it's both soft and muscular 

When he does Steve softly plays with his hair

Whenever he leaves for work he wraps his shirt or jacket around him so Dallas could sleep better

Steve is really observant so whenever he sees something wrong with Dallas he always asks if he's okay

Will glare at anyone who's eyeing his Dallas

Never ever takes his anger out on Dallas

(God will have to fight him if he does)

Dates at the drive in movies and later eating at the diner

They'd always park where they won't get noticed so they can sneak in a few make out sessions here and there ;)

When they go to the diner Dallas kinda feels bad because Steve's always paying for their meals but he always reassures him it's okay

Him and Dallas constantly flirt when he visits the DX

Sodapop finds it amusing and annoying but as long as his best friend is happy he couldn't give a shit

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 Let me know if you want to see more and if you'd like any to be turned into a short fic 

Also huge shout out to @lastluvbug​ for helping me come up with most of these ideas! (Thank you for saving my braincells)

[darriness]

Klaine Fic - You’ll Always Be The Home - Chapter 4

Author: darriness

Fic Summary: Everything is finally settled in Kurt and Blaine’s life…right?

Link to: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2115

Chapter Summary: A meeting

Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta @darrenismydarcy

AO3 Link

“Blaine!” Kurt calls as he follows his husband out of the church and down the steps to the street. Blaine isn’t running but he’s speed walking with a hand over his mouth and looks like he might vomit. Kurt is vaguely aware of Bethany following him down the stairs but his eyes and attention are on Blaine.

“Blaine!” He tries again when he’s reached the sidewalk. Blaine is about a half a block away, “Blaine, stop! Please!”

Blaine does stop then, causing a woman walking in the other direction to have to quickly dodge past him with a glare and curse. Blaine turns to Kurt with wide eyes and his hand still over his mouth. Kurt approaches him slowly with his hands outstretched like you might a wild animal you don’t want to provoke. Kurt’s never seen this look in his husband’s eyes and he’s not quite sure how to handle it.

“It doesn’t mean…” Kurt starts but Blaine cuts him off with a harsh laugh as he removes his hand from his mouth sharply.

“Everyone else is dead, Kurt.” Blaine says, “The only other way for that kid to look like that is if I somehow got some girl pregnant eight years ago and by that point I had given up sleeping with women so...” Blaine rolls his eyes sarcastically.

Kurt breathes in deeply and tries to stay calm. Biting back at Blaine would not accomplish anything, “What do you want to do?” He asks.

Blaine puts a hand to his mouth and rubs harshly as he looks down the street and shakes his head. Kurt’s heart aches for the lost look in his eyes. He doesn’t know how to fix this. He doesn’t know what to do.

Finally, after a long silence which wasn’t really silent considering they are standing on a busy New York City street, Blaine finally looks back at Kurt, “I want to buy a unicorn.” He says, looking over at Bethany.

Kurt looks at Bethany to find the girl staring incredulously at Blaine, like maybe her brother had gone insane. Kurt’s not entirely sure that hasn’t happened.

“What…?” She asks.

Blaine nods, “You said you wanted to do something extremely gay after the funeral. I think we can all agree that our time at that funeral has come to an end, so let’s do it. Let’s do something really gay. Let’s buy a unicorn.”

Bethany and Kurt look at each other for a moment. Kurt thinks they are both thinking the same thing: that Blaine is a stiff push away from losing it completely and neither wants to see that happen. Kurt thinks that the middle of the street is not the best place for Blaine to have whatever breakdown he might be having so he decides quickly with a nod to just go with it.

“Okay.” Kurt says, “Let’s go buy a unicorn.”

-- -- --

As it turns out ‘buying a unicorn’ means taking an almost magical mystery tour around New York City until landing in a spot called Dinosaur Hill and purchasing perhaps the largest unicorn stuffed animal known to man. It’s so large that it takes up an entire seat on the subway as Bethany puts her arm around it and cuddles it. Luckily, the subway isn’t overly busy at this time of day or transporting such a feat of sewing engineering home might have been a challenge.

When all four of them (Blaine, Kurt, Bethany, and Eugene the Unicorn, as Bethany has named him) enter the apartment, Bethany curls up on the couch with Eugene beside her. Blaine takes a seat in the armchair and Kurt perches himself on one arm of the chair Blaine sits in. 

They are silent, each lost in their own thoughts, like they had been for most of the search for Eugene the Unicorn. Eventually, Bethany coughs, drawing the attention of the two men.

“So uhhhh, are we going to address the white unicorn in the room?” She asks.

Kurt sighs and looks over at Blaine who is chewing his lip. Kurt wishes he knew what Blaine was thinking, but finding out you have a brother you never knew about from the parents who abandoned you at the funeral for the mother who abandoned you isn’t something Kurt could imagine in his wildest dreams. He has no idea how he would feel after finding out such information.

“We don’t know for sure he’s who we think he is.” Blaine finally whispers, in direct contradiction to his words on the street earlier.

Bethany’s eyes widen, “I’ve seen pictures of you at eight, Blaine. That kid is your clone. Like you said, what other option is there?”

Blaine sits straight in the chair and begins to lean forward while pointing. Kurt reaches for Blaine’s hand and brings it into his lap, which effectively ends whatever comeback Blaine was going to give, “Look, I think we all know who that little boy is.” He says softly, “That’s not what I think we should be talking about.”

Blaine slumps in his chair and nods after a moment, seemingly resigned to the fact. Kurt watches Blaine’s face before looking over at Bethany who is doing the same thing. Kurt has a feeling that whatever they need to talk about, it has very little to do with Bethany and her feelings.

He truly believes what he told Blaine in the shower the night after they told Bethany about their mother’s passing. Bethany’s connection to that part of her life isn’t all that strong, potentially almost non-existent, because Blaine allowed her that. He gave her a parental figure. He gave her the stability, and nurturing, and love that their biological parents either couldn’t or wouldn’t give.

And it’s this influence over his little sister that Kurt is sure why she says what she does next. Bethany nods her head with a determined expression and looks between Kurt and Blaine, “We should take him.”

Kurt lets out a surprised laugh as Blaine’s eyes widen next to him.

“What - you want to kidnap him?” Kurt asks.

Bethany shrugs, “Considering who our father is, I’m sure this kid would come willingly.” Kurt lifts his eyebrows in silent agreement before Bethany shakes her head and looks back at Blaine, “He’s going to need our help.”

Blaine’s eyes widen again and his mouth opens and closes a few times. Kurt watches a lot of thoughts pass behind his husband’s eyes, but Kurt can’t really guess at any of them. He knows his personal thoughts on Bethany’s suggestion but this isn’t really about him right now. And by Blaine’s reaction, Kurt’s personal thoughts are way off. Blaine seems to be at war with his thoughts.

Blaine’s mouth opens again, as if ready to say something, but is interrupted by a knock on the door. All three occupants of the apartment turn toward the door in unison. Knocks are not an uncommon occurrence, but for some reason all three of them seem to regard the action as alien. What is that noise and what should they do about it?

Kurt shakes himself from his confusion first and gets up to answer the second knock. He pulls the door open with a polite smile before his face crumbles in confusion when he’s not met at eye level by another person. A cleared throat brings Kurt’s eyes down a couple of feet and his eyes land on an eight-year-old Blaine.

The same little boy from the church is standing on their doorstep. He looks dapper in his blue suit, purple checkered shirt and deep blue bowtie with brown dress shoes, but it’s also his expression that gives off an air of dapperness. Of superiority. Of...judgement.

Kurt feels judged by this eight-year-old in a very eight-year-old Kurt Hummel sort of way. Kurt would have served that face at eight. He has a sudden twilight zone moment in his head. This kid looks like Blaine but acts like Kurt. Is he somehow their time travelled biologically impossible child?!

Kurt shakes his head to clear himself of the thought as he and mini-Blaine continue to stare at each other. Eventually, the boy clears his throat again and quirks an eyebrow, “Are you going to invite me in?”

And suddenly this little boy is Blaine’s dad. Kurt may have only met him once, but there is no mistaking who raised this little person. Speaking of the elder Anderson...Kurt’s eyes shift up and down the hall outside the apartment for any sign of Marcus Anderson. There is none.

Kurt looks back down at the boy dumbly for a moment, even prompting the kid to lift his eyebrows expectantly, before stepping aside, “Um sure.” He says for lack of anything better.

As the little boy makes his way into the apartment, Kurt gestures toward the living room, “Ummm Blaine? Bethany? Your…” He trails off before saying ��brother’, but the pause is enough to imply the word before he adds, “, is here.”

Blaine and Bethany are staring at the little boy with wide eyes. One set hazel, the other blue, but still so much alike. The boy moves into the room with a confidence he really shouldn’t have at that age and definitely not in this situation, and sits in the only unoccupied chair in the room. He folds his hands in his lap and sits with a straight back.

Kurt sits back down on the arm of Blaine’s chair and the three of them - Blaine, Bethany, and Kurt - just stare. How did this kid get here? What does he want? Why can’t Kurt get the image out of his head of this kid being somehow genetically tied to both him and Blaine?

Before any of them can ask a question though, the boy speaks.

“My name is Aiden Anderson. My father is Marcus Anderson and my mother is…” He pauses and Kurt notices his mouth pulls up in a slight grimace, “was...Evelyn Anderson.”

Even though Kurt is beyond confused, his heart breaks for the little boy, for Aiden. This boy just lost his mother.

Blaine clears his throat and shifts in his chair. Kurt turns to see his husband lean forward with a furrowed brow, “Aiden,” He starts, “does your dad know you’re here?”

Aiden shakes his head, “No. I found your address the other night. My father said he had to go do something but he was acting very strangely so I snuck into his office while he was gone. I found your address on his desk attached to a picture of you two.” He says gesturing between Blaine and Bethany.

Bethany and Blaine turn to each other with shocked expressions before turning back to Aiden as the boy keeps talking, “You looked liked me.” He shrugs, “And when I saw you at the funeral today, I asked my father who you were and he got all…” Aiden pauses and adopts a grumpy expression for lack of words to describe Marcus Anderson’s reaction. He drops the act after a moment before sighing, “I wanted to know why you looked like me, so I remembered the address and came to find you.”

The room is silent after the boy's story before Kurt’s eyes widen briefly, “Smart eight-year-old.” He says impressed.

Aiden turns to him with his nose in the air, “I’m seven.” He corrects.

Kurt’s eyes widen even further.

“So, you don’t know who we are?” Bethany asks.

Aiden shakes his head, “No. I just saw your picture and know that my father got really upset when he saw you and I asked about you.”

Blaine sighs next to Kurt and wrings his hands together, “Aiden, I don’t think your dad would want us telling you who we are.” He says.

Aiden tilts his head curiously, “My father always says the more knowledgeable a man is, the less of a fool a person can make of him.”

Kurt notices Blaine’s eyes pinch at this before he bites his lips together, shakes his head, sighs, and looks back at Aiden, “Aiden, I’m Blaine. And this is Bethany.” He says, gesturing to Bethany on the other couch who waves. Aiden gives Bethany a strange smile but waves back before Blaine continues hesitantly, “...And our parents were Marcus and Evelyn Anderson…”

Kurt watches as the little boy in front of them takes in the information, rolls it around in his head, and then comes to the only conclusion there is. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he stares between them.

Kurt kind of can’t believe he’s been witness to the same face (just decades apart in age) realizing it has more siblings than it thought it did twice in one day.

[fandomqueen44]

9 months to hell and back: A Tim x Female Dallas Story

So this is an idea that wouldn't leave my head and has even haunted my dreams.

Point out any mistakes in comments and I'll fix lol

Warnings: Mild Violence and Pregnancy. Probably misspellings.

Summary: Tim accidentally knocked up Dallas Winston after a rumble. But...everything happens for a reason right?

.....

Week 6

Dallas Winston was in a god awful mood today, even worse then her usual moods. She huffed as she pulled herself off of Bucks bathroom floor and flushed the toilet, brushing her teeth in an effort to get the taste of vomit away from her mouth. She groaned and splashed her face with cold water, groaning a bit as she gazed in the mirror.

She was by all means a pretty girl. She was about 5'9 and weighed a nice 125 pounds, with a pleasant curve to her body and a rounded face, with wild brown hair, her skin having a dusting of freckles across it.

She groaned a bit and got dressed, frowning as she looked down and noticed her stomach was ever so slightly rounded. She just took it as a sign that she'd finally began putting on weight (Darry had suggested to her that she do) and carried on.

She went outside and saw Buck smoking. Normally she would join in for a stick or two, but her stomach clenched at it and another bout of nausea hit her. She groaned and went back inside. Maybe her period was close?

She laid back on her bed and through about whatever came to mind. She grimes as a craving for a blizzard from Dairy Queen hit her, but she again shrugged it off as her period coming.

Week 9

She was with the Curtis Gang when another wave of Nausea hit her. She groaned mentally, shifted in her seat on the couch, and tried to go back to watching the movie. Her period hadn't come yet, but it had never been regular anyways. She just tried to watch the movie and eat popcorn, but the taste just only made the nausea worse.

Week 13

Dallas frowned in the mirror and lifted up her shirt. Her stomach was starting to curve out now, and she had gained about 10 or so pounds, but it wasn't soft like she'd expect. It was almost like jello more then anything. She frowned and tugged her shirt down, frowning as she still saw it poke out. She sighed, thinking to herself.

When her period hadn't come for 2 months, she took it as a blessing. Now it had been three months, and her mind began to wonder to another option, one she wants entirely sure she was ready to face.

"Am I....." She mumbled to herself before dismissing the thought. That wasn't a reality she was ready for.

That she was pregnant, and fucking Tim Shepard was the father.

She just shook her head and grabbed a beer, or thought about it before grabbing a water instead. Just in case.

Week 15

She sighed as she saw her belly poke out more. She had to be pregnant, there was no other explanation at this point, but her mind refused to really believe it.

She walked to the drugstore and grabbed a test, one of the slightly more expensive ones, and took it, anxiously pacing until it dinged 5 minutes later.

She picked it up and just shook her head in resignation. Postive.

Oh.....that Shepard was so going to pay for this....after she puked.

Week 18

She walked into the clinic shyly, wearing a jacket to hide her bump. She didn't need any rumors flying already. She hadn't even told the gang yet, although, she was sure Darry suspected. She filled out the chart and waited in the room, looking at the other women there and looking away when she found herself staring at just how large a few of them were. She sighed softly as a doctor called her back for the first Ultrasound.

She got on the seat and saw an odd looking machine. Ultrasounds were still rather new technology, only having come out 10 years ago. She wasn't entirely sure she trusted it.

The doctor told her to lay on her back and lift her shirt, which she did shyly. She usually wasn't so shy, but doctors always made her nervous.

The doctor put a gel on her stomach before moving the wand-like object around. Dallas looked at the screen anxiously until a shape came into being.

The doctor looked over the screen for a while. "When was the last time you were...active...?" The doctor asked.

Dallas thought for a moment. "Almost 4 months ago..." She said softly. She was known for sleeping around, but she stopped shortly after she began to notice the pregnancy, more ashamed of her weight at the time than anything.

The doctor nodded and thought a bit more. He explained a few more things, stating that the baby looked in good health and was growing nicely.

The doctor printed her a photo and got it developed the same day for her. She took it and walked off, her mind swarming.

Week 20

It turns out, Tim Shepard was a really hard guy to find when she actually wanted to see him. She grumbled and walked around his part of town. She had her bump hidden as best she could, but her jacket did little to hide it these days.

She then decided to walk to the drive in and smirked seeing Tim's car. Slashing tires always got his attention. She flicked her blade and slashed a hole in one and walked off.

She walked to the Curtis house and let herself in like usual. She handed around before sitting by Johnny, subtly frowning as her bump (which was halfway by now) seemed to be more pronounced when she sat.

Johnny sat by her and looked at her in concern. "How are ya doin' Dal?" He asked.

"Fine." She said, before Two-bit politely handed out beer. He handed her one but she polity sent it away.

The jokester frowned at her. "What's up Dal? You sick?"

"Something like that." She replied, looking down.

Darry came from the kitchen and looked at her. He must have just finished a shower. "Unzip." He said, gesturing to her jacket.

Dally arched a brow in fake confusion, but Darry gave a look and she slowly complied, unzipping the jacket which let her bump be that much bigger.

"I knew it." He said. "You're pregnant aren't you?"

Dally looked down with a small nod.

Darry sighed. "Do you at least know who the father is?"

Dally glared a bit before realising he had a point, as she had the reputation. She nods. "It's Tim."

"Fucking what?!" Steve yelled in surprise. Sure, everyone knew she and Tim messed around, but Dallas Fucking Winston....pregnant ?

"Does he know?" Johnny asked quietly. He had suspected, but never said anything.

Dallas sighed. "Not yet...haven't been able to find him."

"Ah, speak of the Devil." Soda said, who had been watching out the window. A few seconds later, there was an angry knock.

Dallas instinctively went to zip her jacket, but Johnny grabbed her hand and stopped her, shaking his head.

"He deserves to know." He said. "Let him see."

Dallas swallowed. Why was she so nervous...?

Darry opened the door to reveal an angry Tim in all of his glory. God, he was sexy when mad. (Which, when Dally reflected, is what landed her in the situation in the first place.)

"Where's Dallas?" Tim asked in cold Anger.

"Inside but....well..." Darry stumbled for a moment. "well, you'll just have to see for yourself."

Tim arched a brow in confusion but stepped inside the Curtis house, his eyes landing on the Brunette. Something was off, he knew it. He could feel the tension in the air.

He stepped closer, and by the third step, he realised what was off. He glanced down and saw a definite swell on Dallas. He blinked and then saw it again.

There was a long silence.

"It's mine isn't it...?" Tim asked slowly, his anger seeming to fade away.

Dallas stayed silent for a moment and nodded, looking away.

Tim swallowed and walked up to her. He knealt before her, which was a rarity. Dallas looked at him confused.

Tim put a shakey hand on the swell and sighed. He looked at Dallas and then back to the bump. "I'll try to be there....if you want me that is?" He looked at her.

Dallas swallowed, the look in his eyes holding a....pleading feel. She looked down. "Sure..." She mumbled.

Week 25

Tim had began coming to the Curtis house more often to see and be with Dallas. They were in an awkward relationship to say the least, as neither had been on any real dates with the other but now they were having a kid together.

They had also began looking for a cheap apartments to live since Tim's side of town was not ideal and Bucks was a horrible place for a child.

She was on the couch eating some candies in the Curtis living room. They were the only ones at house currently, since Pony was in school and the others were out and about.

Tim sat beside her awkwardly and they held a small staring contest before Dallas felt something. "I think the kid kicked..." She said, unsure. She had felt it move before, but never actually kick.

Tim looked at her and, almost shyly, touched her bump, and soon enough, felt the kick hismelf. His eyes winded and a grin lit his face. He kissed the bump a bit and smiled softly. "I promise to be better for you than either of our dads were." He said to it.

Dally felt her eyes tear up, the sweet sentiment doing a number on her emotions. There was no way she'd make it through this with her dignity in tact.

Week 30

Now nearing the last stretch of her pregnancy, Dallas Winston was very obviously pregnant, and the talk of Tulsa. And she was sick of it, and impulsively said she was gonna join the rumble, which lead to a rather dumb argument.

She was out for a walk to clear her head after the dumb argument with Tim, when she heard the signature thrum of a car. She didn't think anything of it until she saw it was most definitely a socs car. She hoped they were just passing through since, as much as she hated to admit it, she probably couldn't fight for shit with this bump on her which was already giving her a slight waddle.

The car kept following her, slowing. She sighed. Great. Fucking perfect. She frowned as she realised it was night, and friend more as she saw the socs were drunk. She reached for her knife, only to realise she never brought it.

"nice going..." She thought to herself. "You totally screwed yourself."

A group of 7 socs popped out, and she noticed on was Bob. She glared at them and tried to keep going, but Bob grabbed her by the arm and slammed her against him. She gaged at the smell of alcohol and smoke.

"shit...." She thought panicked as she saw the group all had knives.

"Look what we have 'ere boys....a pregnant slut..." Bob slurred loudly to the group who laughed.

Normally, she would have already beat the group to pulp, but she suddenly remembered she was very pregnant when she squirmed and fled the child squirm. She shivered as bob lifted her shirt up and pressed his knife Into her stomach, drawing a small amount of blood.

"shit...." She panicked mentally, trying to get away. Bob gripped her tighter.

"Stop moving. It would be a shame if something happened to a mother before birth." The drunk taunted.

Her body froze and she looked down, her heart racing, trying to think of an out. She noticed she was surrounded and whimpered a bit against her will.

"Aww. Is mommy Winston scared?" A doc cooed mockingly. She yelled as she saw the man brace to punch her, aiming for her stomach as bob held her...

But the blow never came. She peered an eye open to see a very, very pissed off Tim Shepard. She had never seen the man so mad!

"Leave her alone you punk." Tim growled, holding the socs wrist firmly.

"Oh, it's her knight in shining hair!" Bob laughed.

"Actually, she has two." Came Two-bits voice from behind Bob. Two-bit held his prized knife to bob's neck, which made the doc let go of Dallas, who took off back to her and Tim's new place. It want by any means a great apartment, but it would serve until they could afford an actual house.

Tim came in a few minutes after, a little bloody but otherwise fine. He walked in and looked her over.

By now, the Adrenaline had worn off, and the realization of what almost happened hit Dallas hard. She wrapped her arms firmly around Tim and started to cry a bit.

Tim stood stunned before wrapping his arms firmly around her and rubbing her back, gently rocking.

"T-They were gonna...." She whimpered out quietly through chocked sobs.

Tim frowned and kissed her head. "I know Babe, I know." He said softly.

That was the night something shifted in both of them.

Week 38

Dallas was 2 weeks away from her due date, which everyone was happy for. Partly to meet the new baby, but also to make her not be pregnant anymore since she was even moodier now.

She was on the couch at the Curtis house and curled up, sitting with Johnny while Tim was out. She was eating some chocolate Tim had gotten her. She shifted around and Johnny glanced at her.

"You alright?" He asked

"Yeah, the kids just kicking more than usual is all." She said.

Johnny nodded, doubtful.

Indeed, a few hours later, she hissed in pain. "That wasn't a kick...." She grumbled to Johnny.

Johnny ran and got the phone, Calling Darry.

"Dallas is in Labor."

15 hours later....

Tim frowned as he held her hand gently and squeezed it. Dallas had been in labor for almost 15 hours now and had murder in her eyes.

Tim couldn't blame her for wanting to murder him. He kissed her head. It turns out, Dallas was allergic to Epidural and all the other medicines they tried didn't really help her, so she had felt almost everything for the last 15 hours.

"I'm going to kill you after this..." She grumbled as another contraction passed.

22 hours....

Tim grunted as Dallas squeezed his hand again. The pushing had come, and Tim had looked to see the baby, having been told it was a miracle. Well, turns out, that is a trap and he never looked again, just Focusing on Dallas. "You're almost done babe." He said softly as she panted.

Her blocked out her profanity in exchange for the sound of a sheer cry. Tim looked at the child and felt his eyes water.

"It's a boy." A nurse said

He left Dallas to watch them clean his son off, revealing the soft blond hair the kid had. The nurses swaddled him and handed Tim the child. Tim awkwardly held the kid before crying a bit.

His son looked a lot like him, but had some features of Dallas, like the ears and the general face shape.

"You plan on sharing?" Dallas asked quietly in amusement.

Tim blushed embarassed and handed their son to her. She held him with a fond smile, as all her worry melted away. She kissed his red forehead and giggled.

It was strange for Tim to see her hold a baby with such a fond look, but he just smiled. It was a good strange.

He sat by her and put his arm under her and kissed her head. "Not bad."

And thus, Ethan Shepard had entered the world.

[angelfiume]

Mouth Like A Sailor Part 1

Hey so I have no idea how to publish a fanfic on tumblr besides just putting it up like this so hopefully this goes well.  I was posting on qoutev but it kept crashing my computer so tumblr it is.

Marlena Curtis May 1965 5 months before    "I hope all of you will take this summer to exercise your minds... You wouldn't want to go into your senior year with a head full of nothing, would you?"  Mr. Mays shouted at the class, he wasn't angry, just obnoxiously loud.  I looked across the room at my brother's best friend, Steve, hoping to have someone to smile with or pass a note too, but he obviously was not interested and instead was tracing the hand of a short girl with bobbed hair.  She was giggling as he made ugly monster claws out of her manicured fingers, it was kind of sweet honestly.  I sighed and leaned back in my chair, looking around the room for anyone else that might be alright with me.  Mr. Mays voice quieted as he saw no one really cared about his speech on polishing the young mind, he resulted to letting us free for the rest of the period.  I rested my head on my arms and decided to spend the class just sleeping instead of awkwardly trying to make conversation with the dry, ginger soc next to me.  She seemed like she wasn't very interested anyways.    The bell rung two minutes in to my daydream, which couldn't have made me happier, I jumped out of my seat and yanked my bag with me out the door.  Finally I could just do jack-shit and paint my nails instead of listening to the same monotone creeps lecture for hours and hours.  I nearly ran down the hallway towards my friends, Sophie and Jean, they were talking fast and smiled big when they saw me running down to see them.    "MARLI, tell your brother you're gonna be at my house tonight baking cookies or some sweet shit, Gene Vincent is gonna be at Sophie's cousin's bar tonight in Oklahoma City!  Her cousin said we can all get in no sweat."  Jean said, she was so excited her heavy eyeliner was creasing from smiling so wide.       

  "Holy shit, Sophie did your cousin really say we can go?  How much money?" I asked with a small twinge in my stomach, the past few months have been pretty tough on my wallet, I really wanted all my money to go into my younger brother's secret college fund.   

 "None baby!  That's a perk of having friends with connections, just pitch in two bucks or so for gas, my daddy is letting me take the Malibu, ain't that exciting?" Sophie cooed, she had this soft voice that could have sounded polite even if she was telling you where it seemed your head was stuck.  She was   rich too, man her family did well.  But she was still my friend, because she didn't care if I lived in a hollowed out coat closet my brother set up for me, she didn't believe in the social class war going on.    

  "I'm in man!  I'll tell Darry I'm going to have a sleepover with ya'll, he won't ask questions, he's too wrapped around the axel with Soda right now."  I grinned at them and listened quietly to the rest of their chatter.  They could get awful excited about something real fast, it was damn cute.     

 We walked out to Jean's boyfriends car, he was a doll, always chauffeuring her and her friends around Tulsa.  Speaking of the devil, Tommy came sprinting down the concrete steps and bear-hugged tiny Jean, making her scream and laugh.  

    "Hello sweetheart, ready to be done with the bullshit for a whole 2 months?" he was another one of those guys that seems to really just shout instead of talk, he nodded to Sophie and I and smiled nicely, "ya'll hangin' or goin' home?" 

   "I can stay a little, we're supposed to be in the City by 9 and we gotta leave at 7 or so.." Sophie chirped    

   "Just straight home for me, thanks, I gotta make an appearance so Darry doesn't get suspicious"  I knew full well that he would expect the worst if I never showed up at home.    I jumped down from Tommy's pick- up and yelled to Jean I would be at her house at 630.  I smoothed out my black corduroy skirt and re-tucked the ratty pink shirt I had owned since 9th grade.  My sneakers crunched down the gravel covering the alley behind my house as I walked towards the backward, where I heard my brother and their friends.  Not even the whole gang was there, but it was still loud as hell.     

          "Hey Marls how was the last day of school?  I  miss anything important?" laughed Two-bit, the rusty haired boy lay lazily on our back steps.      

           "Ha, it was fine, you didn't miss anything important.  Just that Mark guy offered me a whole year supply of marijuana if I would flash the principal at the assembly this morning"  I told him as I took a carton out of my bra and lit a smoke, I giggled a little when I saw him cock an eyebrow.  The nimrod probably thought I went through with it.     

           "So ya did it right?"  Demanded a bored looking Dallas Winston.  He sat next to my twin Soda, who was laughing quietly to himself, he probably knew I was too much of a wimp to leave school one some crazy note like that.   

           "Nah," I took a long drag, "I could get that shit for free by just winking at some of the squares in this town... But anyways, where did Darry go?  He working late or something?"   

           "No, he should be home in ten minutes or so, you gonna bail soon?" Soda asked   

            "Around 6ish I'm going over to Jean's, Sophie and I are gonna spend the night with her."  I told him without much worry, I was used to making up white lies at this point, Soda would likely not even care that I was going into the big city tonight, maybe he'd even think it was tuff I was sneaking off to a high class bar with my socy friends.   

             "Ain't Jean that middle-class broad with the giant jugs?" Dally half-joked, it was almost a long running gag that we had, since he couldn't make a move on me, being three of the gangs' sister, he has always tried his best to get at my friends.    I just rolled my eyes and took another drag of my cigarette, lettings the boys' conversation go this way and that and just listen.  That's kinda been my go-to lately, when my mom and dad died three months ago I lost a lot of my talkative edge.  Shit it's been three months already... I pushed my body lightly off of the side of the house and dragged myself inside.  My room really was just a scraped out coat closet.  I ain't gonna complain too bad about it though, Darry really did make it alright and it wasn't even too small of a closet to begin with.  Hell, if we were able to fit my little mattress and even my record player I bought when I was 11, it can't have been that bad.  My stomach was beginning to feel a little green, I had been smoking like a chimney since I got home, and my room ain't too breezy so that tobacco stench really liked to hang around.   

           "Marlena?" I heard my oldest brother knocking at my door, he opened it and immediately looked a little peeved, "Oh lordy!  Did ya just set a whole carton of marbolos on fire?  It's a goddamn wildfire in here, you keep smoking like this and I'm gonna have to start checking what you buy at the store now, ya dig?"    

           "Yeah, I know.  Hey Darry?"  I said, without the slightest intention of cutting down on my habit, "I'm gonna go to Jean's tonight, Sophie will be there too, that cool?"    "That's fine" he said walking back to the kitchen.  I followed him out and just followed suit, he got a glass of water, I got one too.  We didn't even talk the whole time,  he's kinda been quiet lately too.  When our parents died in that accident everyone took on a different kind of burden, but sometimes I think Darry feels like he took the whole load, and maybe that's why he's so damn stressed. Coming home from the funeral with my brothers felt like I had just taken a few strangers from the graveyard and said "you'll do."  Darry used to be that real fun, hilarious older brother.  We used to go out all the time and just talk about everything.  We would talk about how mom was a little too harsh sometimes on people and that it was pretty funny that dad would just push her buttons when she would get annoyed by the little things.  My youngest brother, Ponyboy, well he just downright terrifies me the way their deaths changed him.  He didn't use to be so dreamy all the time, he always had a big imagination, but this time it's different, he tried to follow mom and dad's souls up to heaven and got stuck somewhere between space and the East Side.  Sodapop though, he seemed to take it the healthiest, he wasn't shy about bawling and howling like an idiot at the funeral.  He had to express how he felt, so he did.  But one thing that did change was the side of him people usually forgot about started to rear its ugly head just a little more every once in a while.  Soda is charming and nice, but he's also reckless and clumsy and he won't look before he just starts running.  I'm not trying to  but my brothers in  a bad light though, I certainly haven't been perfect since the accident either.

             Jean's dad was in the army, and her mom was a nurse, so they got along pretty okay.  She wasn't by any means rich, but she surely never had a shortage of cash by the end of the month.  Her house was just a quick bus ride from my neighborhood, it was two stories, well kept, and all the bathrooms were pink.  I knocked on the door and not even a second later it was the bermuda triangle of "can you answer that?" between her and her parents.  It was her mom who came to the door, she was a real neat lady.  Joan's mom was actually real tough, she had a hard life as a kid and she don't have the easiest job in the world.

    "Hello Marls!  Don't you look like a doll tonight?"  She smiled up at me, I am pretty tall for a girl and I usually tower over most ladies I meet. 

   "Thank-you Mrs. Massey, it's just my school clothes, but I figured it would be alright for tonight, ha," I tried my best to sound like a nice girl, but she was just so damn down to earth I really don't think she'd judge me too harsh.  She let me in and walked me all the way to Jean's room, asking about my brothers and if Pony was proud of himself that he came in 2nd at his last track meet.  It was nice talking to a mom.

      Jean popped up from the floor when I walked in, "You ready to leave soon?  I just gotta find my lipstick and Sophie will be here soon, we're gonna get burgers at Dairy Queen on the way out of  town, my mom gave me food money if any of us need."  she spoke briskly and with a butt-load of excitement. 

   "Yeah I'm all set" I giggled quietly as she threw tubes of makeup to the floor trying to find her token lipstick. She got it and we tumbled down the stairs just as Sophie was pulling up to the house.

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It’s Always Been You - Dallas x Reader : Chapter 3: Where’s My Lady At?

Chapter 2 - Let’s Go Have Some Fun

“Dallas put me down!” you yelled laughing as Dallas threw you over his shoulder. 

“Oh no, I kinda like this view baby girl.” Dally smacked you on the butt making you screech.

 “Dallas Winston!” you yelled smacking him on his back. “Put me down!” you yelled. 

“I mean if that’s what you want.” He laughed starting to loosen his grip.

 “No no don’t put me down!” you screamed grabbing onto his waist and holding on tighter. Dallas laughed at your mini freak out and leaned forward making you fly onto a bed. 

“Dallas Winston, you silly man.” You smiled as Dallas climbed on top of you. He was hovering over you smirking as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his hair. His hair was soft and easy to run your fingers through since he never really wore gel. He leaned down to kiss you.

 “I love you.” He whispered when he pulled away. 

“And I love you.” You smiled.

It was almost a year ago Dallas talked you into skipping your date with Tim and it’s been the best year of your life. You and Dallas quickly got serious and hardly spent a minute apart. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, no one’s is. There were fights and jealousy and low-blows when it came to you two. But there was also laughter, and happiness and lots of kisses too. You both were in love and it didn’t take as long as you thought for him to admit it.

“I just don’t understand why she still isn’t home.” Dallas threw himself onto the Curtis’s couch.

 “She told you she’s closin tonight Dal, she said she’d be late” Two-Bit said with a full mouth. 

“Well, she don’t need to be workin there anymore then. I’m gonna walk over there and go get her.” Dal stood up. 

“Oh my God.” Soda looked up smirking.

 “What?” Dallas furrowed his brows.

 “Oh my God you’re in love,” Darry smirked. 

“Dallas in love?” Pony furrowed his brows. 

“I am not in love.” Dallas looked at the boys like they lost their mind. “Dallas Winston does not fall in love.” He stated.

 “Dallas, you are so in love!” Darry laughed. Dallas mumbled something and walked out the door. 

He walked down the road to the drive-in, smoking a cigarette thinking about what the boys said the whole time. 

“Hey, Dal.” You walked out of the gate, seeing him in the parking lot. He watched your face light up, your nose red from the cold as you hugged your jacket closer to yourself. The way you looked at him hit him like a truck. You loved him and he could see it, and he loved you too. 

“What are you doin here I thought we were gonna meet at the Curtis’s.” you walked up to him. 

“I wanted to make sure you were safe.” He wrapped his arms around you. You smiled and hugged the warm boy. “I think I love you.” He whispered. 

You looked up to him surprised at what he said. “Well I know I love you.” You looked up at him, red nose and wide-eyed. Dallas smiled down at you leaning in to kiss you.

You lived at Dallas’s now. He got a house all to himself and said that couch just wasn’t good for your back. Dallas was still Dallas, getting in trouble every day, coming home bloody and bruised, hanging out at Buck’s. But now he only really goes there for parties and you’re usually with him, and he doesn’t even look at other girls like he used to. He just doesn’t want to. He’s Dallas, just happier.

“Where’s my lady at?” you heard your boyfriend call over the music. You and Dal were hanging out at Bucks for a party and you were grabbing some drinks.

 You made your way over to him, he was sitting at a table with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “There’s my lucky charm.” He smiled up at you. 

You giggled handing him a new bottle of beer. He smiled taking it from you and pulling you into his lap. You giggled taking a sip of your drink watching him play. You leaned down and whispered into his ear “You look mighty fine now Mr. Winston”. 

He turned to you smirking “How many of those have you had?” he nodded his head at the solo cup in your hand. You don’t drink very often so the drinks were hitting you much harder than they were hitting him. 

“Enough to know that I really really wanna be with you.” You whispered to him. 

The game had completely lost Dallas’s attention as he stared at you trying to figure out if you’re serious. You two haven’t had sex yet and Dallas was almost positive this is the longest he’s gone without it. You guys have been together physically but just not all the way. You told Dallas you wanted to make sure the time was right before you went all the way and he respected that. 

“You must be drunk.” He giggled, wiggling in his seat trying to slyly adjust himself. He was turned on by the idea of you two finally being together and you sitting on his lap where he has the perfect view of your cleavage didn’t help. 

“Yeah, I am.” You giggled throwing your head back making Dallas stare at your neck “but I am also serious. I wanna be with you.” You played with the hair on the back of his neck.

 “You’re drunk y/n” he whispered. 

“I’m not that drunk. And I don’t wanna be nervous, I’ve been wantin to do this for a while anyway.” You smirked down at him.

 He stared at you for a minute before clearing his throat “Uh I fold. See ya guys.” He tossed his cards on the table and stood up, holding the small of your back as he led you out the door. 

You both walked down the cold street, staying close to each other the whole way. You were leaning on Dally, his arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you close, you kept stopping every once in a while to kiss. 

You made it into your guys’ home and took off your jackets. Dallas leaned down and kissed you, slow and soft at first but it quickly picked up the intensity as you both kept trying to get closer to each other. Dallas passed his hands over your butt to your legs, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He pushed you into the wall, never once breaking the kiss. You loved this man and you just wanted to be as close with him as possible. 

You pulled Dallas down to you and kissed him some more. You loved this man so much you actually felt like your heart could burst.

Chapter 4 - Your couch is always here

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As I See It, Yes --Chapter Three

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“What do you mean they fired you?” Although Dally’s mouth was filled with french fries and hamburger, he thought the instant I finished my anecdote was the best time to reply. “You’re the best dam employee that dump had.” We sat in the Dairy Queen parking lot, me in the driver’s seat with my knees pulled into my chest, and him stretched out across the passenger seat.

“Karen tried to play the sympathy card,” I said as I took a bite of my junior Hunger Buster. “I said I didn’t want anyone’s damn charity and walked out the door. What a dumbass mistake,” I sighed. “She was going to give me paid leave until I left for school.”

“And you walked out on that?” he asked before sucking down his Coke. I could see in his eyes he was silently chastising me for one of the only moments of brash decision making in my life.

“I’m sick of people looking at me as nothing but a charity case,” I snapped, “and I know I messed up and screwed my brothers over, but...” I couldn’t think of where my sentence was going, and luckily, Dallas filled my silence with shrouded support.

“They’re all a bunch of morons,” he said as I slumped down into the driver seat of my car and folded my arms over my chest. “The world’s full of morons and there’s very few people like you and me who recognize them as morons. All the other’s love them for their ignorant arrogance.” I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips tightly before bringing myself to look over at him in the passenger seat. “I bet you can’t wait to get out of here now, huh?” I shrugged again, still feeling numb and indifferent toward everything that was happening.

“I promised Ponyboy I’d take him to a movie,” I s aid while looking at the clock, desperate to change the subject. It was 12:45 no. I had been sitting with Dallas for over an hour, just talking. I took one last small bite of my burger before handing it to him, which he quickly finished off in less than a minute.

“Yeah, I know you did. Try going home and sleeping all this off,” I flinched as he put his hand on my shoulder while offering a short ‘goodbye.’ I wasn’t ready for Dallas to leave. His company was the only thing keeping me from thinking about everything I’d done and regretting the necessary actions I took to defend myself.

“Nah, let’s just see Sodapop, he’ll cheer my up,” I said earnestly. I drove to the DX and waited for my younger brother to come out and offer to pump gas into the car. Dally got out quickly and went inside to talk to Steve while I stayed outside with the golden headed boy before me. I could see a question itching at his throat, but he wouldn’t ask it. I loved Soda because of that. He’s the type of guy that knows something is going on but always takes into account your feelings. He won’t ever force you into saying how you feel; he lets you come to him.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” I said softly while slinging my arm around his shoulder blades. He nodded but I knew he was starting to get anxious. “Hey,” I cooed to try and cheer him up, “nothing’s wrong, okay? Just a little misunderstanding, that’s all.”

“Between who?” He raised his eyebrow skeptically and my arm slid off his back

“Me and some Socs,” I admitted.

“What’d they do?” he asked while finishing up at the pump and leaning against the car. I tried to think of how to word what happened--I hadn’t even really given Dallas the details about why I’d gotten fired. I was afraid of telling the guys of anything like that, of anything that had to do with someone hurting me in any way. I knew they’d beat the hell out of whoever did anything to me, but they’d also treat me like a fragile, easily damaged porcelain doll. “Austin?” Soda said while lowering his eyes at me.

“Nothing,” I chewed on the word, knowing deep down Soda had already figured out my lie.

“Darry isn’t going to be very happy about this,” he said slowly. I ighed and agreed.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine,” I added. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’ve got a little bit of time to kill before I’m meeting Ponyboy at that movie.” We walked inside, feeling the rush of cols air envelope me the second I opened the door. It was a small, cramped little building that had a little bit of merchandise like candy, cokes, chips, a small variety of fishing bait and some car parts, but on days like these, where the sun bakes everything that lives, the little building was a huge escape.

Steve was sitting down in a folding chair and Dallas was leaning against the wall. He was always doing that. I think he likes to look mysterious and alluring so he always leans up against dingy walls in his dark leather in the heat of summer just to resemble this enigma that needs to be unraveled. Soda sat down next to Steve and I lifted myself onto a counter and let my legs dangle over the edge. For a while, it was silent, with Soda thinking through the worst possible situations i could have been in to cause me to lie to him--probably glossing over what happened and actively shoving it from his mind--with Steve picking at his cuticles and Dallas lighting up a cigarette. I noticed he was standing close to an open window and was blowing smoke streams outside. 

“How’s business?” Dally asked while trying to blow a smoke ring into the wind.

“Slow, but it’s just cause it’s too damn hot for people to come out here,” Steve shrugged. He could be a bit of a jerk to me at times--pretty much just acting like I don’t exist from time to time--but I ignore him. He was a bitter guy and I put that behind me although he gets on my nerves when he treats Ponyboy lousy.

“Shouldn’t you be headed to the movies?” Soda asked as his eyes fell on the clock hanging on the wall over Dallas’s head. I glanced in that direction, catching a quick glimpse of Dally’s dark eyes before turning my attention back to Soda and nodding.

“I’ll see you guys later?” I asked while I twirled my keys around my finger and surveyed their faces as each responded with a ‘yes.’ With that assurance, I rushed out of the DX, got back in my car, and made my way toward the movies where Ponyboy was no doubt walking to or waiting at.

As I anticipated, my youngest brother was early and impatiently tapping his foot, probably wondering if I bailed on him. I felt bad for Pony; ever since Mom and Dad died, he’s felt left out and unwanted. He’d always been especially close with Soda, and at least when Mom and Dad were around and Steve would claim a monopoly on the middle Curtis brother, Pony could turn toward our parents, but now I’m the only one who has enough patience to watch movies with him or just sit in silence as we each read our separate books.

“Did you get the tickets?” I asked while running up to meet him on the sidewalk outside of the theatre doors.

“Yeah, did you want any popcorn or a Coke or something?” he offered.

“I’m fine, bud. What about you? Do you want something?” I asked. “My treat!” He shook his head then looked me in the eyes and called me out, wasting no time in beating around the bush.

“I went to the library today. Where were you? That girl you work with told me you were fired. Is it true? What happened?” The kid spat about a million questions at me all at once and I couldn’t help being overwhelmed with his anxieties about my problems.

“Calm down,” I tried to say as we walked into the movie house and made our way down the hall to the theatre. “Some asshole of a Soc started getting wise with me, so I set him straight,” I said with a small, disappointing smirk on my face. I could tell Ponyboy, like Soda earlier, refused to believe the glimpsed truth I gave him. I was kind of thankful that Dallas was the first person I’d told about what happened. He didn’t pester me with questions regarding my vague explanation and didn’t bother to get details. I knew my brothers were dying to continue peppering me with questions until I cracked and gave them the whole truth, but Dallas was never the kind of person to give two shits about something that didn’t directly affect him...and even then he hardly cared.

“You’re hanging around Dal too much,” Ponyboy whispered as we took our seats and the previews began.

“What makes you say that?” I asked him softly.

“Because that’s a Dally excuse for getting in trouble, not an Austin excuse,” he explained before the theatre lights dimmed even more. As soon as the film began to roll, Ponyboy’s posture perked and his eyes were glued to the screen. I tried to ignore the immature kids tossing popcorn at other people’s heads and the couples that started making out, and turned my attention to the movie as well, carefully taking it in one scene at a time.

All in all, it was a good movie. Ponyboy and I always enjoy a good storyline and I’ve always had a secret affinity for billiards. I know it’s nothing to be proud about, but I’ve gotten into the nasty habit of hustling people out of a hundred bucks or so every other week down at Buck Merrill’s place--like I said, I did a little bit of here and there stuff for a but of extra cash to help my brothers.

Ponyboy and I were walking out of the movie house behind everyone else in the careful cluster of people exiting all at once, careful not to draw attention to ourselves. We made it to the ticket booth before I heard someone calling out my brother’s name. Each of us turned toward the kid inside of the glass, ticket box who offered my brother and me a soft smile. “Your brother told me to give yall this,” he said while slipping a piece of paper through the ticket slot. I caught the boy winking at me as I was turning to read the note over Ponyboy’s shoulder.

Had to pick up the car! I’ll keep her safe. --Sodapop Curtis

          P.S. Austin, I hope you don’t mind, but I told the guy at the booth you’re single.

I rolled my eyes at Soda’s postscript and tried to ignore the chuckle coming from Ponyboy’s lungs as we started on the walk home. My brothers have never been satisfied with my romantic life. If I’m not in a relationship, they question it, saying I’m too much of a catch to not have someone pining after me, but judging by the rare occasions where I’ve been in a relationship, they hate whoever I’m with and do everything in their power to understand “why him?” The gang was no better. About a year ago, a guy came up to me in the hall between classes, asking if I wanted to go to some school dance with him and, to my dismay, Two-Bit had been watching. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Two-Bit had his arm wrapped around my waist and his whole body leaned against me in a successful attempt to make the guy asking me out feel awkward and uncomfortable, inevitably scaring him off by unwarrantedly pretending to be my boyfriend. Who knows what would happen if anyone in the gang suddenly decided they thought of me as anything other than Darry, Soda, and Pony’s sister.

Ponyboy and I had been making our way back to the house, each of us lost in our own thoughts, for almost ten minutes. I was careful to keep my thoughts and emotions locked in my heart and head, for fear of what my youngest brother would say if I were to even question my internal conflicts out loud.

“I wish I looked like Paul Newman,” Ponyboy grumbled as he kicked a stone down the sidewalk, voicing the thoughts he’d been wrestling with since seeing the movie.

“I like how you look, Pony. You’re a real handsome gentleman,” I commented. He shrugged and stifled a smile but I knew he was blushing. Maybe he was Bashful and not Johnny. “You look loads better than Paul Newman,” I said proudly. “All of my brothers do.”

“You have a mighty high opinion of us then,” he stated. “Any girl would die if Paul Newman showed up asking to take her to a movie or something.” I sighed and shrugged.

“Any girl would be lucky if a Curtis showed up on her porch looking to take her to a movie,” I said with a smile. “Besides, I don’t understand the obsession with Paul Newman. Brando, James Dean! Damn I could see losing myself over them, but Paul Newman?” An honest laugh came from Ponyboy’s lips and I smiled, knowing I’d succeeded in cheering him up.

“Shoot, you’re better looking than all of us and you don’t have a fella,” Ponyboy said.

“James Dean was my one and only,” I joked, “until Brando comes for me.” Although I still got a laugh out of him, Ponyboy pestered for a real answer.

“I’m serious,” he sighed, “if you can’t get anyone, why should I think I can?”

“Because, Pony, you’re sweet and kind and a good looking kid. I’m leaving soon so starting something with someone doesn’t make any sense to me. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have any interests,” I said while playfully hitting his arm. He rolled his eyes at me.

“Brando doesn’t count,” he muttered as we kept walking, kicking the rock back and forth between each other for another mile before I bent over and picked it up. I held the rock firmly in my hand, overly aware of the car that was following us. We were almost home. Only a little further to go on Independence before we reached our house, but trouble was already looking for us and didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Are they still following us?” Pony asked quickly. I knew he could sense a change in the way I carried myself, but I didn’t think he had noticed the baby blue mustang that had suspiciously driven past us twice now. I nodded in response.

“Don’t turn around,” I stated. “Keep going this pace and don’t run until we’re where they can’t drive after us.”

“Cut through the alley,” he said while turning quick enough to startle me but not enough to look unnatural. To our dismay, the car was able to follow us down the alley. I heard them park and a hoard of guys rushed after us.

“Run,” I muttered under my breath to my brother. Each of us took off, our feet colliding painfully with the pavement as we tried to get closer to home. With the end of the alley’s cover came sunshine and exposure--publicity. Ponyboy had made it out and I was almost there before I felt someone’s hands fall heavily on my hips and shove me against the side of a building.

“Here she is, fellas!” the voice was too familiar and rage swelled in me again. “The broad from the library.” I looked over to see two Socs standing over my brother with one of their knees driven into his stomach.

“Back off, asshole,” I snapped at him and drove my fist into his jaw hard enough to free myself for a moment, not hardly long enough to reach Ponyboy, but for just enough time to run into the cover of sunlight only to be tackled to the ground by the guy I recognized as Lawrence. I was closer to Pony now. If he and I were to stretch out, our fingers could have touched, but there we were, suffering alone for the other to witness. I wished I had something better than a stupid piece of gravel to defend myself with, but I knew I could make do with what I had.

“Try and run now, bitch!” Lawrence snapped as his open hand came crashing down on the side of my face. I writhed against his hold and was able to shimmy part of myself free, but my nearly overpowering him only lead to another Soc aiding Lawrence in pinning me to the ground.

“Get off of me!” I shrieked.

“Shut her up,” Lawrence instructed the other guy who then pulled a bright red bandana from his back pocket. Shit, I thought to myself while trying to steal a glance at Ponyboy. He was struggling to breathe under the weight of the Soc’s knee and I could see a knife being placed against his neck. SHIT. Quickly, I pulled my knees up to rock Lawrence off my stomach, slammed his head against my shoulder, and kicked him off me for only a matter of seconds. It was in those few seconds that I was able to sit up and hurl the stone in my hand at the small gathering of Socs that loomed over my little brother. As soon as I heard a shout of pain, I gasped. Lawrence had thrown himself back on top of me, this time shoving me across the pavement, scraping my back, shoulders, and elbows, and laying into me in a way that meant only one thing.

“Soda! Darry! Someone help!” I could hear Ponyboy screaming. At that point I could only see one of the four hovered over him. I knew Lawrence was lying on top of me, but I didn’t know where the others were until I felt two hands on each of my ankles and shins, holding me against the ground. Lawrence had gotten a hold of my wrists in one of his hands and held them above my head, shoving my knuckles into the burning asphalt. He was sitting on my stomach, keeping me from breathing in as much as I could, and lowering his lips to my neck and face. I was writhing against his hold, trying anything I could think of to get loose. I kicked and punched until I became so enraged a scream I do not remember leaving my body pierced the neighborhood. I could hear a voice go on for miles...my voice. Nothing was working. I could only overpower so many for so long before exhaustion would set in. I wanted to be stronger, to be able to break his nose or do some sort of significant damage, but I couldn’t. All I could do was swing my elbows and hope for the best, but even then, Lawrence had such a tight grip on my hands and wrists that moving seemed relatively impossible. I was able to momentarily free my right arm and swung a hard fist into the bridge of his nose. Finally, I sighed to myself as I watched blood pool from his nostrils, but having a bloody, possibly broken nose did nothing to slow Lawrence’s pace. If anything, it made him more dedicated to hurting me in the way he had planned.

Lawrence grabbed me again but this time instructed one of the guys holding my legs to hold down my arms instead. His face lowered towards mine again, and I knew this time he wasn’t looking to breath hot threats against my skin. His free hand had traveled along my shirt and was desperately trying to untuck it from my jeans--struggling only because he was sitting on top of it, hindering its release. I turned my head and sealed my eyes shut, not wanting to see his face as I continued to shake and push and kick in every attempt to free myself. The second his lips touched my skin I recoiled into the earth. I could handle the pain from my burning skin and the flesh that was torn away from my body, but the hate filled kisses, the biting against my neck, smearing blood over my body, and the unsettling violation of his fingertips tracing my bare stomach up to my breasts broke me. 

“SODA! DARRY! DALLAS!” I felt another hand strike my face in the same spot someone’s had before.

“No one’s going to hear you, you little bitch!” As soon as he finished his words, a black boot slammed into Lawrence’s side and he rolled off of me, coughing while rushing to get up and retreat to his car.

“Call her a bitch again and see what happens,” someone growled while catching up to Lawrence, slamming his body against the wall, and punching him in the ribs about a million times before throwing him toward the car where the other Socs had scampered off to.

I remained on the pavement, wheezing as I tried to take in as much as possible and correct my appearance in hopes that none of my brothers or our friends could see me in such a vulnerable state.

“Austin!” Ponyboy yelled while running to me, pushing his way past Soda and Darry, who had flocked to him after seeing the Socs run off. I looked up and saw Two-Bit and Dallas walking toward us while Steve was further into the alley after having thrown bricks at the Socs as they drove away. I tried to stand but found myself getting dizzy the second I say up.

“You okay kid?” I asked him as soon as he stumbled up to me. 

“You’re the one covered in blood,” he said, obviously pretending like he hadn’t seen what was about to happen.

“Yeah, but it’s not mine,” I stated. “That’s yours,” I finished while trying to point at his neck while feeling my legs turn to noodles the second I tried to stand. I could feel a pair of arms wrap around my side and saw Two-Bit slinging my arm over his shoulder to help me stand.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly into my ear. “They didn’t... hurt you, did they?” I shook my head ‘no’ but I wasn’t sure which one of his questions I was answering. Either way it felt like a lie.

“You’re elbow is cut up bad,” Steve remarked. I tried to turn my arm to look at it but couldn’t hold it up long enough to see.

“Must have sliced it on that guy’s teeth,” I stated, trying my hardest to keep from stammering.

“Let’s get them in the house,” I heard Darry say, Looking up I only grew angrier, not only at the Socs, but at myself. We were practically in our front lawn when they jumped us. I had known for a while that this town wasn’t safe--hell, growing up with Dally I knew the stupid things teenage boys liked to do--but I wasn’t sure just how far the Socs were willing to go until now. After walking up the porch and falling into the couch beside Two-Bit, I leaned was overly aware of the eyes locked on me and the looks of pity that came with them. Darry was on a hunt for bandages and Soda was busy coaxing Ponyboy down from near tears while Johnny sat beside them, trying to hide his own fear from when he was jumped about a month ago; Steve sat across from Soda and Pony, keeping an eye on the door in case the car decided to come back for us, and Dallas stormed through the house trying to help Darry search for our first aid kit--a couple band-aids, a safety pin, needle, cigarette lighter, antiseptic, and a makeshift bite-guard incase the pain from stitching up your own wounds got to be too much--and a washcloth. I could hear Dally cursing up and down the halls, and working up a real fury about Socs in general and specifics.

“Ole Dal’s pissed for sure,” Johnny said. “I ain’t ever seen him so gosh darn mad.”

“Well, that’s cause ain’t no one ever messed with Austin before. It’s always one of us. He did put one of the Socs that got you in the hospital though,” Two-Bit commented.

 “He ‘bout near bashed that guy’s ribs in with a clean sweep of the boot,” Johnny exclaimed.

“He broke the kid’s ribs for sure,” Two-Bit commented. 

“I’m glad he doesn’t know the kids by name though. He’d do a whole lot more than break a few ribs given what they were trying to--”

“Steve,” Soda hissed. I averted my eyes from my brother chastising his friend for almost saying exactly what was about to happen.

“Is reality too real for you, Soda?” I asked in an all to harsh tone. As soon as the words left my mouth I bit my lip and apologized. His face had dropped and his eyes began to gleam with guilt and sorrow and I knew he was more sensitive than Ponyboy, they were both more sensitive than I was for that matter. After my apology, I turned away from the group and retreated in my room. Not wanting to deal with the humiliation and not wanting to be treated like a piece of porcelain.

I didn’t want to crawl into my bed with blood and dirt all over me, so I dropped to the floor and leaned against the wall. I supposed fighting for my life caused enough of an adrenaline spike to keep me from feeling the pain in my back caused by road-rash. I was quick to peel my back from the wall and chewed my lip once more, refusing to cry. I didn’t want to distract myself with a book. I wanted to disappear, and for once I didn’t want to temporarily disappear into another world. I wanted to fall off the edge of the earth and never be heard from again, but I had too many people counting on me, too many responsibilities and promises to do that, and so I sat and bit my lip, and held it all in until there was a knock at my door.

“You okay?” Darry asked as he leaned against the small desk in the front of my bedroom. Those two words contained so much care and concern and yet I was so mad at him for asking. Does it look like I’m okay? Do you think being jumped on, dehumanized, and blatantly used as nothing more than a piece of flesh--in front of my little brother--something I’d come away from as being just peachy? How thick do you have to be to see I’m living a personal hell? I wanted to say those things, but remembering how I hurt Soda made me realize that, like me, my brothers have no idea on how to handle a situation like this. They don’t know what to ask, they don’t know what to say. They’re doing the best they can.

“I’m fine,” I said apathetically. I knew holding onto everything would drive me to an early grave, but it would save them in the long run, right? “How was work?” I tried to shake off the awkwardness, tried to keep Darry from seeing my weaknesses.

“Austin,” he murmured, “Cut it out.” The color in his cheeks was flushed with guilt and fear of what would have happened if the gang had showed up too late. “How did this happen?”

“The same way it always happens with us, same as Johnny. We were minding our own business, walking home, and they saw a teenage kid and a defenseless looking girl and attacked. What else could it have been?” I asked while holding my arms close to my body. Darry shook his head disapprovingly.

“You and I both know Johnny is much quieter than you, Austin. What really happened?” he stated while narrowing his brow at me.

“A couple of Socs were giving her a hard time at work. She let ‘em have a piece of her mind and they found her later and jumped her.” I looked past Darry, who had spun to see who was talking although we both knew it was Dally. He dind’t have his same matter-of-fact tone that resonated with everything Dallas Winston said. Instead, he seemed to posses a distinctive hatred toward the Socs, one I had never been keenly aware of. I knew Dallas hated Socs, mostly ebcause of what they did to Johnny, partly because of their easy-going, care free lives, but this was a new rendition of hatred. “Don’t worry about it Darry, she’s got it all under control,” Dallas tried to say, but Darry’s heart rate was rising. I could see the veins in his temples pulsing quicker and quicker as the seconds passed.

“Under control? Does this look like she’s got it under control?!” I tried not to pay attention to my older brother drilling into Dallas but I couldn’t look away. Here were the two people who knew me in many different ways than the other did, going at one another over me. “I know you know what could have happened! What they would have done to her!”

“I do!” Dallas snapped, “but you know no one in the gang would let that happen!” I could feel my jaw clench as I sat on the floor, trying to ignore the beating around the bush that both Dallas and Darry were doing.

“What if we aren’t there to help her next time?” Darry asked, his hard eyes driving into Dallas’ icy brown ones.

“Stop,” I demanded. “Darry, you can’t handle any more stress so let’s just put this behind us.”

“Put it behind us?” he gasped while narrowing his eyes at me like Dad used to on the rare occasions he was mad--it seemed like Darry had more of those in the past year than Dad ever did. “Austin, you were--”

“Almost raped? Go on, say it! I’m not a kid, Darrel. I’m only a year and half younger than you! I know shit. I know what could have happened, and I know all of you guys are going to lose your damn minds if you don’t get over it. Just let it go and move on. I’ll be fine and if I’m not, then I’ll talk to someone, okay?” Darry’s soft blue eyes fell on me. I never really yelled at him before, sure when we were kids I’d yell at him for stealing my turn on a toy or pushing me down during flag football, but never in defiance of him. He knew I could be harsh and jaded and he knew I had my own way of dealing with things. I could see the gears click as he finally realized I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to talk about feeling powerless or weak. I didn’t want to think about how far Lawrence would have gotten had Dallas not punted him off of me. I didn’t want to do much of anything, but I didn’t have a choice about that. Darry knew talking about what happened was my choice and so he dropped it. Before he could open his mouth, Two-Bit started howling wildly down the hall while Sodapop’s voice became gravel-like as he struggled for breath. He rolled his eyes at their immaturity and assumed Pony had been feeling better, then ran down the hall without a moment’s hesitation, yelling for Dal to take over with my first aid as he went to break up a wrestling match, no doubt a side effect of becoming a father figure over night.

It took all of five seconds after Darry went down the hall for Dallas to turn to me and lower his eyes. “Cut the bullshit, Austin. If you’re afraid or upset, say it,” Dally demanded while taking up the entire doorway with his tall frame.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dal,” I stated.

“Would you?” he asked in response.

“Should I?” I pestered him.

“I just figured you didn’t want to say anything in front of Darry,” he said while slumping into my room. I narrowed my gaze at him as he stood closer to me.

“And you think I’d talk to you first?” I asked hesitantly.

“Well, you usually do.” Dallas had put himself on the ground beside me and started to dab the damp washcloth against my back where the ground tore through my already worn out shirt, and the back of my elbow where I was bleeding. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he was right. I did go to Dally before telling my brothers about a lot of things. For years I’d found him to be a better confidant than anyone else. He’s cool and collected and can keep his damned mouth shut. Even this morning, I only wanted to get my worries off my chest to him before having to tell my brothers about getting fired.

After the stinging of him cleaning out my scrapes, cuts, and gashes with the antiseptic, he patched up as much as he could and never spoke another word about who the Socs were or what he’d do to them if he ever saw them again, nor did he pester me about whether or not I was okay. “Look, I talked to Johnny and Pony about going to the drive-in to see a movie. You coming?” The invitation came out of nowhere and I nodded, completely caught off guard.

“I guess for a bit,” I said in a soft voice. He nodded as he stood from the floor and offered me a hand. I took it and he hoisted me from the ground before leaning in the doorframe and looking back at me.

“Don’t worry about any more Socs tonight,” he said while looking directly into my eyes, something Dal didn’t do too often with anyone. “They’re dead if they think of touching you again.” Once he finished his words, Dallas jolted his body off the doorframe and wandered toward the living room. I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly, trying to regain composure before rejoining the gang.

“Hey Dal,” I called out to him before he reached the end of the hall. “I’m okay, really,” I said to him and him alone. I knew what Dallas Winston was capable of and despite how much I hated Lawrence and his friends for the shit they put me through today, no one deserved what Dally could dish out. He nodded his head once and lowered his face closer to mine, closing the four or five inch height gap between us and whispered.

“Sure you are.” There wasn’t an arrogance or an I-told-you-so feeling, just a statement that made me feel...normal. 

I followed Dallas back into the living room and dropped down in front of Soda. I never asked him to rub my shoulders like Darry almost always did, but he always did it anyway. I let my head fall onto my knees and my eyes droop closed. It was nice to just focus on breathing and nothing else , at least for the long moments that my brother’s fingers pushed away the knots under my skin. I focused on the motions of his knuckles and fingers, hearing the dull roar of socializing in the background. Dallas, Johnny, and Ponyboy discussed movie options for tonight. Two-Bit said he would try and come it he wasn’t too drunk by then. Steve was having a conversation with Soda about taking Evie and Sandy out tonight, and Darry was on the phone in the kitchen with the neighbors. Apparently they had watched the attack and wanted to make sure Ponyboy and I were okay. They were much older folks--one used a walker to get around and the other was practically confined to a wheelchair, so I didn’t blame them for not helping. There wasn’t much they could do; in fact, there was nothing they could do that wouldn’t put them in danger.

“The Jefferson’s wanted to make sure you were okay,” Darry said over the noise of the six other voices. “They’re making a lasagna that they wanted me to pick up and bring over tonight,” he added while coming closer and lowering his voice so that the guys wouldn’t hear. I knew he would tell Johnny later. We always shared with Johnny. He had the hardest time finding shelter and food on nights when his parents were fighting. I understand  where Darry is coming from in feeling that he has to help everyone when he gets the chance. I feel that ways too, but sometimes we can hardly provide for ourselves let alone the other four.

It wasn’t too much later that Soda and Steve were off getting ready for their dates, Two-Bit was headed to a party down at Buck’s place, and Darry was lounging in his chair, waiting for me, Pony, Johnny, and Dallas to leave the house already. “You ready to go, Johnny?” Dallas asked the smaller body next to him. Johnny Cade nodded and stood, pulling his denim jacket on and shoving his hands in the pockets.

“Wait, isn’t Two-Bit meeting us?” I asked.

“When he’s good and buzzed,” Pony laughed. He had only drank a couple of times under my supervison. One time we were at a party and he asked if he could try some of his friend’s beer, he ended up hating it, but another time, we invited Two-Bit over to play King’s Cup while Darry was out of town, and we had hard cider instead--which in my experience tastes better. Apparently Curtis’s have a moderately high tolerance for alcohol, so when Two-Bit was rolling on the floor, laughing drunk, Pony and I were just a bit buzzed. Soda is a little more of a lightweight than us when it comes to beers...I guess we all have our weaknesses.

“Be careful,” Darry called after us. I nodded and filed out the door behind the others.

“Darry,” I chirped before closing the door behind me. “You don’t care if I go to Buck’s afterward, do you?” his eyes narrowed at me for what felt like the millionth time today.

“Austin,” he scolded, “you know what you’re doing is dangerous, right?” I nodded. “And that you could get badly hurt?”

“Two-Bit is there right now and I bet he’d want to go back, besides, Buck knows and understands. He’s okay with it and never lets things get out of hand.” Darry frowned a little and folded his muscular arms over his chiseled torso. “We need the money.” The simple statement of truth was all that I needed to say to change his mind.

“Fine,” he said, trying to seem reluctant. I knew he took some pride in teaching me how to hustle in billiards, but he wasn’t too happy with me turning it into a way to make ends meet. I hugged him quickly and then jogged down the street toward the others as they walked toward the drive-in theatre.

[thegangismyfamily]

Stay With Me (Dallas x Reader)

Ayo! That Darry oneshot was awesome! I was wondering if I could get a DallyxReader oneshot where the reader and dally are a couple, and the reader is really mature, and motherly so the gang teases dally and Darry the the reader should be with Darry instead of Dally. (Darry blushes alot cause he has a crush on reader) Dally gets upset and the reader comforts him and assures that she loves him? If you don’t want to write this it’s perfectly fine since oneshots take forever to write. Thank you!!!             

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make an imagine with dallas pleaseee!!!!!

Warning(s): Fluff, lots of angst, DALLAS CRIES, swearing, female!reader

You threw your head back in laughter, the back of your head grazing your boyfriends’ shoulder as your body shook with laughter. Dallas instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you, as he shook his head and a small smile playing on his lips. Two-Bit smiles cheekily as the group roars with laughter at his story, even Darry manages a smile at Two’s bashful story.

You wiggle your fingers that are laced with Dally’s playfully as he rests his chin on the top of your head. You comfortably slump into the curve of his body and your bring your intertwined hands up to your lips. You blush as you felt Ponyboy’s watchful stare glance to you and your boyfriend’s affectionate position on the stairs of the Curtis porch. You knew it was weird for the boys to see Dallas be affectionate, but you appreciated them not drawing so much attention to it.

You feel Dallas shift behind you and he slowly pulls his hands away from you. You frown at the cold absence of his hands and lean forward to allow him room to readjust himself. But instead of your boyfriends big hands pulling you back into his embrace, you felt the lack of his warmth as his tall frame stood up and towered over you. You look up at him curiously, only to see him pull out a lighter and consume the small space between you two with the smell of a gagging and familiar smell; tobacco. You sigh heavily as he side steps your form and makes his way across the lawn to go sit on the curb. You wave your hand through the air to rid the atmosphere of the thick and lingering smell.

As soon as Dallas was without earshot, the boys turn to you with eyes hungry for new gossip. You roll your eyes and run your hand down your face, annoyed with your boyfriend and annoyed with the questions you knew the boys were gonna have.

“He’s smoking again?”

“I thought he stopped?”

“When did he start on the smokes again, I thought he gave that up?”

“He’s been good for months, what happened?”

You wring your hands anxiously as you shrug. “I don’t know. He’s started doing a lot of things he said he’d quit, lately.” You were indirectly referencing how he had started up drinking again, after he had been clean for months. You shake your head sadly, and lick your lips. You believe in your boyfriend and you know you can help him stop, but sometimes Dallas just doesn’t want help. He was clean, for almost 7 months, and just randomly last week he had came home stone-cold drunk. He had slept the entire next day.

“Are you gon’ talk to him ‘bout it,” Steve asks. You throw your hands up in the air and shake your head.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Do you know how hard it was for him to stop the first time? The first time through  I threatened to leave him, told him I wouldn’t be with no man who smokes and drinks more than he loves his woman. Back then that was enough, but now, it’s like he couldn’t care less if I packed my shit and left,” you rant. You didn’t completely mean that. You know Dallas cares about you, but you also know that Dallas is selfish, and at the end of the day, Dallas will do, what Dallas wants to do. But at the end of your day, you’ll love Dallas, but not a drunk one.

“If I’m honest, completely honest, and I know how y’all girls love honesty for some reason,” Two-Bit jokes. You crack a smile. “I thought that you’d end up with a fella like Darry.”

A couple of the boys hummed their agreements as your eyes widen and you let a small laugh escape your mouth. Two used to joke about that before you and Dallas had gotten together, but never has he ever, said it in front of Darry or when your boyfriend was less that 20 feet away. You look up to see Darry’s usually composed face, engulfed in a very crimson blush. You look away before meeting his eyes and quickly try to extinguish that statement. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Darry, he was quite handsome, and once upon a time you did have a crush on him, but that was in the past and you were very happy with Dallas even if you did have your problems.

“That’s what I always thought, y’know ‘cause she’s so motherly and naggy,” Steve adds, winking at you.

“Right! She just acts like the mom around here, and we all know Darry’s Mr. Dad ‘round here, it’d just make more sense,” Soda even contributes.

“You guys would be a cute couple,” Tim says. You furrow your eyebrows, when did Tim get here?

 You open your mouth to debunk all the talk about an opposing relationship, however, before you could put all the comments to rest, you heard a voice clear itself, and your heart skipped.

“Yeah, I agree, they would be really damn cute together. In fact why don’t I just make it easier on you doll.”

You shoot up to your feet, stumbling down the few steps of the porch. Steve catches you by your waist as you trip and you flash him a quick smile. You stand up properly only to catch Dallas reeve the engine to his car and take off down the road. You groan and run your hand through your hair. The boys are silent as you stand there for a couple seconds, soaking in what just happened.

“We can take my truck and try and find him,” Darry says, breaking the silence. You let out a sharp, amused laugh.

“I, uh, actually don’t think that’s a good idea,” you counter. You knew you were being harsh, but harsh can be fixed. An out of control Dallas high on emotions, couldn’t be. You open your mouth to ask Steve to take you, but he seems to already have the same idea as he reeves his engine to his motorcycle. You cringe and chew on your bottom lip nervously as you slide on a helmet. Two-Bit catches your arm before you sling your leg over the bike.

“Listen, I-I’m sorry,” he mutters. You smile and pat his hand.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Two, he’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” you reassured him. You knew you’d have to come back and show him that you two were okay, or else he’d beat himself up for it, but right now you were worried about Dallas. You sling your leg over the bike and hold fast to Steve’s waist.

“Also,” Two-Bit says, ”Johnny says Dallas should be home, but if he’s not then he’s in town.”

Johnny comes up beside Two-Bit, his eyes certain, “He’s not expecting you to come after him,” he says simply. Johnny doesn’t blame you or anyone for Dallas being upset, that’s clear in his face, but you can tell by the urgency in his voice that he incredibly afraid for him.

“He may smoke and drink and say dumb shit, but you keep him solid. You keep him together, witho-” the rest of Johnny’s sentence is cut off by Steve roaring his engine impatiently. Johnny gets the hint and nods once before walking back to the group.

“Hang on, “ you hear Steve yell. His voice is muffled by the helmet, but he doesn’t have to tell you twice. You clench your eyes shut and wrap your arms as tightly as you can around him. You’re so caught up in trying not to fall off the damn bike that you don’t realize that you two have pulled into Dallas’ driveway.

You stumble off the bike and brace yourself against Steve’s shoulder as you steady yourself.Once you regain your balance you go flying up the porch stairs. The house is small and and poorly taken care of, so even though the door is locked, with a few jiggles of the doorknob it opens with ease. You walk through the door frame and scan the living room. You frown at his absence and continue through the house. You had been to Dallas’s house many many many times, you even had clothes and pictures of you two scattered throughout the house.

You skipped the rest of the rooms and bound up the stairs to his room, only to find it empty. You were about to turn and leave before remembering a crucial part to the house; the backyard. It was the only part of the house that Dallas essentially cared about. You and Dallas deemed it your guys’ “place” after spending countless nights out there. You make your way down the stairs and pull open the glass back door.

The sun is setting as you walk out onto the patio. Dallas is sitting on the swinging bench that you two had installed together almost a year ago. He’s bent over his knees with his palms in his eyes and fingers tangled in his hair. You feel a knot catch in your throat when you heard him sniffle. You hated seeing him cry, and you knew he wouldn’t come undone at something so small.

You slowly walk towards him and kneel on the ground in front of him. You slowly pull his hands away from his head and take his hands in yours. His palms are wet with tears and his bottom lip is swollen and red from where he was biting on it, a habit you realized months ago that he only did when he was nervous. He lets you take his chin in your hand and lift his head. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair is falling into his face. You bring his hands up to your lips and you kiss his red knuckles.

“Baby-” you start.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Don’t tell me he just dropped you off and left,” he mutters.

“Dallas Winston look at me,” you say sternly. He looks up at you from under his eyelashes and it takes a minute for you to reboot yourself. You hated when he did that, his eyes were so beautiful and brown, it struck you dumb every time.

“I do not, and never have wished to be with Darry instead of you,” you state. He rolls his eyes and tries to pull his jaw out of your grip.

“Dallas. Baby please,” you beg, tears pricking your eyes. Dallas turns back to your, his eyes searching your face. You never begged, and the desperation in your voice struck his heart. He never wanted to hear that tone in your voice again.

“I love you, and only you. I have never ever been happier with someone like I am every second that I’m with you. Even on the days that we fight, or the days where I wonder if we’ll make it, those days are better in every way, that a perfect day with Darry. Dallas, we are different, there is no denying that, but I swear on everything that I have ever loved, you are the man I want to be with.”

A new wave of tears hits Dallas and he turns his face from your hands and lets his hair fall into his eyes. You clutch his hand tighter, and try to catch his eye.

“It’s not that I don’ think tha’ you love me,” he mutters. You furrow your eyebrows, you open your mouth to ask him to elaborate but he continues anyway. He clears his throat.

“I jus’ don’ see…why? Why are you with me? Why aren’ you with a guy like Darry? What can I offa’ you that he can’t,” he asks, licking his bottom lip. You could tell this had been bothering him for a while, but you were confused at why this was just now coming up.

“Dallas Winston do you love me?”

It’s his turn to furrow his eyebrows out of confusion.

“Well yeah, what kinda question’s that,” his tone is slightly offended, and if this had been different circumstances, you would’ve laughed.

“Then you’ve just answered all your questions. Why am I with you? Because I love you and you love me, and as long as that continues to stay true, that will never change. Why am I not with Darry? If I wanted safe and certain, then that’s who’d I be with. But that’s not what I want, and he’s not the man I fell in love with. He’s not the one who can put up with me, on my worst and best days. He’s not the one who has loved me in the, you can’t possibly-,” you start to choke up, and have to take a few deep breaths before you can continue.

“Dallas you have loved me more passionately and unconditionally than I have ever hoped. You have are the thrill of my life that I have been waiting for. I don’t want safe, I want you. I want your recklessness, your impulsiveness, your anger, and your flaws. I want you, with all the good and bad that comes with it. And I’ll be damned before Darrel Curtis replaces you in my life,” you rant. He cracks a smile at the end. You smile and place your forehead against his.

“Well doll, I never knew you were so nuts for me,” he jokes. You chuckle and let your eyes flutter closed, happy to have your Dallas back.

“But y’know he really does have a thing for ya,” he adds after a few moments of blissful silence.

“Who? Darry,” you ask, peeling your eyes open to look at him. He hums he’s confirmation and you roll your eyes.

“You also had a thing for Cherry Valance, but how’d that work out,” you reply snarkily. He pulls his head back and rolls his neck.

“Let it go,” he yells, exasperated. You giggle and stand up and slide onto the bench next to him. You lay your head against his shoulder and sigh contently as he intertwined your fingers together and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

[simpcitybaby]

Don't cha know I'm in love

A/N: Okay so I have the song “Uptown Girl” stuck in my head so that’s kinda what this song is based off of, ya feel? Curly is such a fucking complex character and I wrote him my way.

PSA: That Was Then, This Is Now is on YouTube also I’m on mobile so this formatting is shitty, also I didn’t proof read

Word Count: 2703 words

Curly x Reader

Warnings: Idfk, swear words ig —————– Let’s Begin ——————- In the middle. That’s what you were. You weren’t a greaser nor a soc but you had friends in both categories. You were best friends with Sherri Valance and Angela Shepard, the three of you were unlikely friends. You were always caught hanging around with Ponyboy, Johnny, and the whole gang. Cherry would constantly invite you to hang out with her and Bob to which the answer was always no. Bob was a complete asshole and so were his friends. You met Angela’s brother Curly when you were 8, he wasn’t as bad back then but he always felt the need to upstage his older brother Tim. He would always tag along with you and Angela but you didn’t see him as much anymore since he was in and out of the reformatory for awhile. He managed to be released and today the Shepard gang was having a party for him which meant that you had the job of inviting your main greasers. You inched up the stairs of the Curtis residence and the door swung open, revealing Sodapop.

“You guys! Our little uptown girl is here!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname that he had given you so many years ago. Out of the gang, Soda was the easiest one to talk to when it came to boys and relationships. He was an absolute sweetheart but he’d get down and dirty if he needed to protect you or the boys.

“Maybe you should change the name to middle-class girl.” You poked your tongue out as you teased him. “Uptown girl has a better ring to it. It also sounds cool when we’re called the backstreet guys.” “You mean the Backstreet Boys?” “No (Y/N). Uptown girl is always looking for the backstreet guys.” You sighed before shaking your head, “It’d sound better if you said downtown boys.” You were met with the sound of a pencil scribbling across a piece of paper before hearing, “Ponyboy is going to write a song about you. Did you get that Pone?” Soda peeked over Pony’s shoulder as Pony read,

“Uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world, I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy, I bet her mama never told her why… That’s all I have for now.” The whole room filled with laughter when Johnny brought out a guitar and started playing some chords to go along with Pony’s new poem. “I came to invite you guys to the Shepards party tonight not to have a song written about me.” You laughed before Two-Bit piped up, “Are you excited to see your Romeo?” He was met with an eye roll and a quick, “he doesn’t like me that way.” “(Y/N), man. The boy has the hots for you.” A chorus of yups and who wouldn’t’s filled the air, causing you to blush.

Curly was stone cold and hardheaded. He never wanted to admit when he was wrong and he prided himself on the amount of arrests he’s had. He was never serious about relationships but he was always there for you. When you got a lead in the school musical he was the one who dragged Angela to go and see it. The whole time he was going on and on saying things like “what the fuck is this shit? Fucking stupid that’s what this is.” and “nobody actually does that in real life.” But he was lowkey enjoying himself and his smile widened once graced the stage with your presence. Curly even brought you flowers but reminded you, “don’t think too much about it. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed about not getting any flowers.” You just smiled at him and reassured him that his bad boy image was still present and that you were thankful for his thoughtfulness even though you had several bouquets of flowers in your hands. On your birthday he had stolen a pearl necklace for you but quickly added, “You know I can’t afford to buy you pearls but I can steal some for you, so be fucking grateful.” Unbeknownst to you, his face lit up every time he saw you wearing the necklace.

Darry pulled you out of your thoughts when he said, “Don’t let them bother you. Just go home and get ready, we’ll pick you up say 8 o'clock and then head over to Buck’s.” On the way out you were met with Cherry’s smiling face, “I knew you’d be here! I want to help you get ready for the party.” She wiggled her brows suggestively before pulling you towards your house which sat directly in the middle of the South and East side. Sherri decided that she wasn’t going to go to the party because she didn’t want to be the reason that Bob started shit with the gang. So instead of being your wing-woman, she was going to dress you to the nines. ——————-Time Skip —————— Your body was clad in a yellow pinup dress while your feet were snug in your white vans. Your makeup was ideal and it accented your (E/C) eyes, making them glisten in the moonlight. Your stomach erupted into a flurry of butterflies as time ticked down. You were about to see Curly for the first time in months and you didn’t know what to expect. He always bragged to Angela that you were his better half but what if that changed? You wouldn’t be able to blend into the scene and hide from him since you were wearing a bright ass yellow dress but you wore it because Curly loved the color on you. If you had it your way he wouldn’t be in and out of the reformatory, he’d be home with you.

Meanwhile, Curly had dragged Angela into his room and said, “What the fuck do I wear, Angel?” Angela smirked at the nickname because she knew that she was anything but. “Since when were you worried about wearing the wrong thing?” “Since (Y/N) is fucking going to be there! Is that what you wanted to hear, you cold hearted bitch.” “Wear one of those nice button ups that you stole and some jeans. Oh! Also wear your jacket, not that you could forget it but bring it just in case she gets cold.” “Angela this isn’t a fucking movie and I’m not going to sling my jacket over her shoulders and be cold myself.” “You know you’d fucking do it you big softie. You really like her even though you wouldn’t say so. If you want a girl like that, you’ve gotta treat her right.” “Get out of my fucking room.” Angela exited as Curly threw himself on the bed, burying his head in his hands. He always went for broads but with you it was different. You couldn’t be classified in that category, you were too good for that label. He wanted to prove to you that he’s good enough and that he’s worth your time. You were his better half and maybe if you were around more he’d change his ways. Not fully of course but enough to stop going to the reformatory. “Ready to go, you little shit?” Tim’s head peaked into Curly’s room and with that, they left. ————- Bitch it’s party time ————– When you stepped outside of your front door you were met with the boys dressed fairly nice. “Shit, you guys look sexy.” You announced this as you guys started walking to Buck’s. “Don’t you look beautiful as ever, (Y/N).” Steve slung an arm over your shoulder as he said this, causing you to let out a snort while laughing. “Aren’t you something, Randle?” It was a fairly nice walk filled with banter and giggles but upon arriving at Buck’s you started to freak out.

All of the guys made their entrance while Dally stayed back with you. “Stop freaking out, man. You’re making me feel nauseous for you.” You glared at Dally and responded with, “Dallas, what if he’s changed? What if he doesn’t like me anymore? I should’ve stayed home.” You rambled on and on which led Dally to put his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up already. You look like an angel among us all and if he doesn’t like you then he can go suck a dick. You can find someone better than him if he’s going to mess with your emotions. You’re a good kid and you’re gonna have fun, yadda yadda yadda. Let’s go fucking party now because this pep talk is over.” You smiled because you could tell that Dallas cared for you. The two of you walked in an were met with dim red lights and alcohol.

Out of everyone, Tim spotted you first. “Hey (Y/N)! Angela’s over there. Have a good time okay?” He ruffled your hair before pushing you in Angela’s direction. “FUCKING SHIT! MY BEST FRIEND LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS. I’M ABOUT READY TO DIE OVER HERE, YOU LOOK SO FINE.” You were met with an embrace and a whisper in your ear which said, “Bitch, Curly is over by the stairs leaning against the wall. He’s been waiting for you all night. If you were anyone else I wouldn’t let you talk to him but you’re you so go get your man.” She pulled away and stuck her tongue out before grinding on some dude. “How much money did someone pay you to wear that?” You yelled this over the music while walking towards Curly.

“Get lost broad, I’m waiting for someone.” The boy was glancing at the door, his eyes were looking at anything but you. How stupid is he? How did he miss you walking in if he’s been staring at the entrance all night. “Call me a broad one more time and I’ll punch your fucking teeth in.” Curly froze and slowly turned around before pulling you in by your waist. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, you don’t even understand.” “Curly, are you sniffing my hair?” He rose a brow and said, “Yeah. Problem?” You shook your head before gesturing towards his outfit. “You look nice! Why are you so dressed up?” If you looked close enough you could’ve sworn that he was blushing. “Just wanted to look presentable for a certain Uptown Girl.” He was met with a shove and giggles. “Curly Shepard got all dressed up for lil ol’ me?” “Shut up before I leave.” “You can’t leave, it’s your party.” “I’ll leave and I’ll take you with me.” “What’s stopping you?” Next thing you know you’re being dragged away from Buck’s and all the way to the alley down by the tracks. “As much as I like it here, I’m not looking for any confrontation tonight. Let’s go to the lot.”

You began pulling him in the direction of the lot before he said, “You make me want things that I can’t have.” Stopping dead in your tracks you turned to him and asked, “What are you thinking about?” “When ever I’m out of the reformatory I come to see you. It’s always been you. I scare away anyone who even has the thought of hitting on you because you make me feel things. I hate myself so much for these fucking feelings.” You walked closer towards him and urged him to go on.

“I should’ve told you that I felt this way a long time ago but I didn’t want to screw things up. You have everything going for you, (Y/N). You’re the Uptown girl and I don’t want to drag you down with me. The Shepard gang only gets worse with age and I don’t want to be the reason that you don’t succeed in life because damn it, you deserve so much more than this.” Curly sighed and ran a hand through his hair while his eyes became glassy.

“Curly Shepard. I am so in love with you that I want to throw up whenever I’m near you. You make me a good kind of nervous. You’re always there for me when I’m doing productions or feeling down. You have this whole, I hate the world, persona but with me you’re different. You just need someone to love you and show you that there’s still good in this world. I can be that person.” Your arms looped around his neck as he let out a nervous sigh. “I feel like I can’t breathe, (Y/N).” Your fingers danced across his face, tracing every single trait and then they played in his curls. “I can’t let you get mixed up with me. I can’t lose you. I can’t let you throw your life away for me. I can-”

Soft lips were met with another pair. Delicate and pillow like. He tasted like cigarettes and alcohol mixed with a bit of icing from the cake they had at the party. You tasted like chocolate covered strawberries and all things sweet. He couldn’t pull you in any closer but he damn well tried. You guys ran your fingers all over one another in the most passionate kiss there was. Although you initiated it, he deepened it and kissed you softly as though you could break. Both of you guys pulled away in a dire need for air after your tongues just battled for dominance. “I’m willing to help you better yourself if you’d let me. I don’t necessarily want to change you because I love who you are. But if you’re scared of dragging me down, we can build each other up together.” “I’d like that. So we’re in agreeance that you’re mine and I’m yours?” You nodded before leaning your head on his shoulder as you guys continued your walk to the lot.

You shivered a bit, swearing because you were going to bring your jacket but Cherry didn’t let you. “Here.” Curly slid off his near and dear leather jacket then proceeded to help you slide your arms through the sleeves. “Shit. I’ll have to thank Angela for this later.” He whispered it under his breath but you caught on putting two and two together. Angela and Cherry must’ve planned it out so that this moment would happen, you definitely had to thank them later. At the lot you guys stared at the stars and traced each other’s features. He stared at you with loving eyes as you fell asleep in his embrace.

Johnny and Ponyboy happened to be on their way to the lot and when they saw you two, Pony whipped out his notepad. “Why were you carrying that, Pone?” Johnny gestured towards the notepad and pencil “New song lyrics, man.” He scribbled before turning the notepad so that Johnny could read it. “She’ll see I’m not so tough Just because I’m in love with an uptown girl You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world She’s getting tired of her high class toys And all her presents from her uptown boys She’s got a choice” After seeing the lyrics, Johnny dragged Pony to the Curtis household in dire need of his guitar to put the lyrics to music. ~ Fin ~

Jk there’s a bonus part: “I swear to who ever the fuck is up there in the sky that if you hurt our little uptown girl, I will personally take care of you.” Dally had Curly’s shirt balled in his fist but was met with laughter. Right in Dally’s face, Curly said, “Hey Pony did you hear that? No? I could’ve sworn that I heard a little bitch!” “We’re serious man, we’ll hurt you.” Curly nodded and said, “I could never hurt that girl in a million years and if I did, you guys could personally kill me but make sure you let Angela get in on it.”

[eliniei]

Those Hard Days - Chapter 9

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

A/N: this is kind of a weird chapter? I dunno if it makes much sense, but you meet another key player in the story and it sets in motion a lot of the rest of the story so I didn’t want to get rid of it. As usual, I hope you love it!

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Chapter 9 - Note

When Rae came to, first thing she saw was the swirls of Steve's hair. He was sitting on the floor of the Curtis’s front room, leaning his back against the couch, watching some late-night show. Her eyes shifted to the clock, but the room was too dark, even with the light of the television.

She shifted, trying to sit up on one of her elbows. Steve must have felt her movement, because he was turned in an instant, forcing her to lay back down.

“Nuh uh- don’t move.”

“What happened?” she croaked, her throat dry. “How’d I end up here?” Pain flared in her head and she winced. She lifted her hand to feel her temple, but he grabbed her hand and laid it back across her stomach. Really, with as much abuse as her head has taken lately, she’d be surprised if there wasn’t some kinda damage.

“Don’t touch. What do you remember?”

“Not much.” She didn’t want to think. “Losin’ my cool earlier. Punchin’ a wall.”

“You ran off. We thought you just needed to let off some steam, but you never came back. Soda got ahold of Darry and he said we’d meet here after work and look around town.” She made to sit up again, the pounding in her head making her feel like she might hurl. “Please don’t sit up.”

"No. I'm alright." He didn’t look convinced, but he helped her into a sitting position. “And then?”

“We got here and Dally had found you. Someone had knocked you out cold, reopened the wound where your father had...Anyway, we got you cleaned up and here we are.”

“Dally was here?”

“Oh yeah, still is. We made ‘im take a break and sleep in Soda’s old room.”

“And what time is it?” Steve turned and squinted to see the clock.

“‘Round two in the mornin’.” He yawned.

“Don’t you got work?”

“It’s okay, you’re worth it.” Rae felt a warmth spread through her body that she hadn’t felt in a long while. She also felt an overwhelming need to hug him.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she said, her voice muffled against his neck.

"None of that, kid," he said, wrapping his arms around her back. "You asked me to stop and I didn’t. I shouldn’t have pushed ya.” He released her and took on an air of authority. “Now, go back to sleep." She obeyed her friend and fell back onto the couch.

When Rae woke again, daylight had started streaming in through the windows and Steve was gone. Slowly, she sat up. The throbbing in her head was still there- but it was reduced to a dull roar. Dally walked in from the kitchen without a shirt, holding a steaming mug and still looking drowsy. When he saw his sister, he seemed to snap awake, instantly.

“Hey kid,” he greeted her. She made a repulsed face.

“Put a shirt on, man. No one wants to see that.” He smirked, set the mug down on the coffee table and knelt in front of her.

“Nice to see your sense of humour ain’t gone. Let me see.” He motioned towards her head. She obediently turned around and could feel his hands in her hair. It made a chill run up her back. “Looks okay now. It was bleedin’ like hell yesterday.” When Dally was finished, she turned back around to face him. He tugged on the pink lump still stuck in her hair. “How’d you manage this?”

“Some Soc gettin’ back at me for the spitballs,” she answered him as he picked up his coffee again and sat down next to her.

“Never gets old, does it?”

“I’ll get ‘em back good soon. So, where’d you find me?”

“You were near Shepard territory, actually, in that little middle class area,” he started. “Tim an’ I were out drinkin’ and liftin’ some ‘caps when we found you sittin’ against the wall in an alley. You were barely awake, and said your head hurt.” Rae narrowed her eyes, thinking back to the day before. She couldn’t recall any of it.

“I don’t remember ever goin’ out to that part of town yesterday. Maybe I was headed to see Curly?” Dally shrugged and took a long drink.

“No idea. We loaded ya into Tim’s truck and brought ya here. You sure were bloodied up real good. Looks like whoever did it tried breakin’ your nose but they didn’t hit ya hard enough. They probably heard us comin’ and scrammed. You always did have a mighty hard head. Sure do look like hell, though.”  She sighed through her nose.

“Gee, thanks. Can’t we go one day without anythin’ happenin’?” Rae complained. He leaned back and stretched his arm out behind her.

“Nah, then it’d be too boring.” She shrugged, took the mug from his hand, and took a large swallow. The liquid was hot and seared her throat on the way down. Once she’d handed it back, she leaned into his side.

“I should probably get a shower.” Neither of them moved. They both watched as Darry walked into the kitchen, seemingly unaware that they were sitting on his couch. He made a few sounds as he prepared to make his brothers breakfast, but came out holding the mostly-full glass carafe. He looked at them, confused.

“Dally, did you make coffee?” he asked, bewildered. The three of them looked at each other for a few seconds and broke out into soft laughter.

After breakfast, Rae sat on the edge of the bathtub while Soda helped her wash the blood and gum out of her hair. His hands were gentle on her head and she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.

“What happened to Steve?” she asked as he massaged her scalp.

“Found him passed out in my bed when I went to my room to get some clothes. Dally must’ve switched places with ‘im. Alright, all done.” He handed her a towel and she went to work drying her hair. “I’d better go wake him up, anyway.” He stepped out of the bathroom so she could finish up.

She pulled a clean t-shirt over her head. It wasn’t her normal style, but it was either wear a shirt borrowed from Ponyboy or wear one with blood all down the front. Whatever- she could wear her jacket all day, anyway. When she looked in the mirror, her nose was an angry red, and there was a bruise coming in under her eyes. She caught herself staring at her face and her chest swelled. A little progress.

Rae put her hair up so it wouldn't sway around and aggravate the wound on the back of her head and left the bathroom. Ponyboy was standing in the front room, trying to dust off her jacket. He handed it to her and she examined it. There was dirt all over it, and the collar had a bit of dried blood stained on it. Nothing they could do about it now. She slipped it on, hand catching on the fraying cuffs, and left for school with a quick wave to her brother.

Two-Bit met them in the hall and handed over her backpack.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” he observed, elbowing her softly. “You still look like hell, though.” She rolled her eyes.

“You an’ Dally sure know how to compliment a girl.” A balled up piece of paper hit her right on the forehead. She looked up towards the person who threw it.

"That dirt looks good on you, grease," a Soc boy laughed, trying to provoke her. She frowned, but didn’t rise to the occasion. Two-Bit shoved him along.

“Oh, get outta here,” her friend commanded. The kid went on his way, still snickering to his friends. From there, the trio started heading to their classes.

"So, do you remember who did it?" Ponyboy asked as the walked down the hallway

.

"No, I-," she started. "I don’t remember much. I thought I heard a girl’s voice but I really ain’t sure.”

"Man, I’da been scared to death if it’d happened to me," Ponyboy confessed.

"I didn’t really have the chance to be scared, I guess. Whoever it was made sure I was knocked out before they fuckin’ punched me in the nose. Coward.” Rae went to touch her swollen nose, but recoiled and hissed from the pain. She really regretted not popping a couple of Aspirins before she left this morning. “But, someone told me that I can’t let it drag me down, so I’m going to give it my all." Pony nodded, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She stopped outside an open door. "This is me. See ya’ll later." He and Two-Bit said their goodbyes to her and quickly went to find their own classrooms before the bell rang. She turned on her heels and walked into the room.

When she reached her seat, a small girl with dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a bun was sitting on her desk, facing away from her. With a playful smile, Rae dropped her bag on the floor under her desk and got up real close to the girl.

“I see you made it back alive,” she breathed, right into the girl’s ear. To her credit, the other girl didn’t jump, but a visible shiver went up her spine. She turned and a wide smile broke out onto her face.

“Rae!” She jumped up and excitedly wrapped her arms around her friend. Rae winced a little, but let it happen.

“How ya been, Carrie?”

“Oh, alright. Wasn’t much of a vacation, really, just a good ol’ visit to see the grandparents. Buck said it was gonna be borin’ and didn’t wanna be away from the bar and the rodeo for that long so it was- What happened to your nose?” She opened her mouth to answer but their teacher walked in the room. As they both sat down, Rae motioned with her pencil. Carried nodded.

As the teacher started class, Rae started passing notes to her friend. She’d started from the beginning, with everything Carrie had missed out on while she was gone. As the story went on, the notes from the girl in front of her came back angrier and angrier.

"Miss Winston?," the teacher drawled, three quarters of the way through class. She looked up from her note to find him standing at her desk. He held out his hand. "Give it to me." Rae looked around. Everyone was staring at her. She debated tearing the damn thing up, shoving it in her mouth- anything. He must have realized what she was thinking because he reached out and grabbed it before she could act. She cursed herself. The teacher read the note to himself, then looked down at her. "Out in the hall. Now," he ordered. She glared up at him, but left the room.

Rae leaned against the lockers on the other side of the hall and stuffed her hands in her back pockets, silently summoning the spirit of her brother to possess her. A few minutes later, her teacher came out, holding the note in one hand.

"Anything else you'd like to tell me?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Stay out of it," she said, nonchalantly, keeping her voice even.

"I'd say that I'm pretty involved, now," he said, holding up the note. "I’m going to have to tell the principal about this. The police will most likely be informed as well." She gave him her best tuff, wild Dally smile.

"Don't get involved," Rae repeated. "Or you’ll be sorry." She saw movement behind him and watched as Carrie snuck out the door and snatched the paper out of his hand. “Ain’t nothin’ to a hood, right?” Her friend handed it to her. She ripped the note up and put the pieces in the back pocket of her jeans to dispose of somewhere else. A few seconds later, the bell rang. Students started piling out of the room, dodging their dazed teacher. Rae gave him another dark smile as another greaser girl handed over her backpack.

“Thanks, Chrissy.”

“No prob,” she answered with a red-lipped smile. With a wave and a pop of the gum in her mouth, she headed for the cafeteria to find her boyfriend, large hoops swinging from her ears as she turned.

At lunch, Rae told the boys what happened.

"This is bad," Soda stated. “Can you see if you can get moved to another class?”

"If your teacher tells the fuzz, they could take you away," Steve noted, as if she didn’t already know. "They could take you far away."

"I know. I wasn’t thinkin’,” she groaned.

“Well, that’s obvious,” Steve said, flatly. Soda elbowed him. “What? It’s true.”

“You don’t need to be so blunt.”

“What, you think she wants to be babied?”

“Well, no, but-”

"I been thinkin’ of swiping some foster parent paperwork. Ya know, in case it happens. Mom would take you," Two-Bit announced, his mouth full of candy. At least, that’s what she thought he said.

"Don’t you think you should ask her first?” Rae wondered out loud, unable to help the giggle that came out of her mouth.

"Nah, it don’t matter. She wouldn’t say no to you."

"Anyway,” Soda interjected, serious written all over his face. “We'll talk to Darry and Dally when we get home," Soda said. “They’ll have some ideas.” Well, that sure wiped the smile right off her face.

“Dally’s gonna kill me,” Rae sighed.

“Better to get a good yellin’ than not tell ‘im and get taken away,” Steve concluded.

"Alright, alright," Two-bit said. "We gotta get going. Lunch is almost over."

Rae stared out the window of the passenger seat on the drive back. Johnny, sitting in the seat behind her, placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get it worked out, yeah?” She placed a hand on top of his and squeezed.

“Thanks, Johnny.” She appreciated the sentiment but she wasn’t sure she felt any better.

[darriness]

Fic - Like You Wanna Be Loved 9/16

Author: darriness

Word Count: 1620

Summary: Fallout

Author’s Note: Happy Victoria Day to all my Canadian readers, Happy Arbour Day (I think?) to all my American readers and Happy Monday to everyone else! Another chapter! A small-ish chapter but I actually really love this one. See you next time (let's be honest, I'm done keeping to my original schedule lol) Thanks to my beta @darrenismydarcy!

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Kurt walks into his house in a daze. After being at Blaine’s, going back to school seemed wholly inappropriate, so he’d spent the afternoon wandering the mall. Not really looking at anything, but just giving his feet something to do.

He walks into the living room to find his dad sitting on the couch, “Wanna tell me why the school called to tell me you weren’t there this afternoon?” He asks.

Kurt sighs as he sits down on the couch opposite his dad. He lays his head back and looks at the ceiling, “Not really.”

“So it wasn’t a mistake? My boy, who has never skipped a day in his life, suddenly decides to take an afternoon off? And isn’t going to explain why?” Burt asks.

Kurt shrugs. He doesn’t want to lie to his dad but he also doesn’t know what to say to explain, “Were you with that Blaine kid?” Burt asks.

Kurt looks over at his dad, sharply, and Burt seems to bolster himself, “Look, I get it. Hormones are a big thing at your age. But you can’t…”

“Oh my God, Dad, please, stop.” Kurt moans, covering his face, “I...wasn’t with Blaine.” He says, through his hands, and figures he’s not lying. He hadn’t been with Blaine all afternoon and definitely not in the way his dad is implying.

Burt coughs and nods, seeming to relax after determining his son wasn’t off having an illicit afternoon rendezvous, “Right. Okay. But you won’t tell me where you were?”

Kurt shrugs again, “The mall.” He says. He can tell his dad isn’t happy with the information, but before he can say anything, Kurt beats him to it, “I promise it won’t ever happen again, Dad.” He says.

Burt pouts thoughtfully at his son before nodding, “Considering this is the first time, I will take you at your word. But if this becomes a common thing...” He trails off.

“It won’t.” Kurt assures.

Burt nods again, “All right. Go, do homework or something.” He says, signalling that Kurt is allowed to leave.

Kurt gets up with another sigh, leaving the room and heading to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him and falls onto his bed face down, yelling into his pillow to hopefully relieve the tightness in his chest. It does very little to soothe him, though, and he wiggles around to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling in the silent room.

What is he going to do?

The responsible thing would be to tell someone about Blaine and Bethany. Blaine is a seventeen-year-old. There is no way he should be in charge of taking care of a nine-year-old, full time, in place of her parents. It’s ultimately unsafe and not to mention completely unfair to both Blaine and Bethany. And did Blaine say they’ve been gone for two years? Since Blaine was fifteen and Bethany only seven?!

No. Kurt has a responsibility to tell an adult about this. He doesn’t care how grown up he feels at seventeen or how capable Blaine thinks he may be, they aren’t adults yet and none of this is right.

Except...Blaine is right. If Kurt tells someone then Bethany would for sure be taken into foster care. Blaine would too, at least until he turns eighteen, and there is a very good chance they wouldn’t get placed together. They’d end up in group homes or foster homes and who knows what would happen to them then. Not to mention the fact that Kurt has said he wouldn’t tell anyone. Kurt Hummel may be a lot of things, but a man who goes back on his word, isn’t one of them.

Kurt muses on what would happen if he didn’t tell anyone. Clearly Blaine is a competent caregiver if he’s managed to keep them afloat for the past two years, and they don’t appear to be struggling financially if the apartment and Blaine’s wardrobe are anything to go by. And if Kurt didn’t tell anyone...what would happen with the two of them? Him and Blaine? Would they remain friends? Kurt’s not sure he could abandon Blaine at this point, not now that he knows the truth. But could there still be room for something more between them? Is he selfish for even still thinking that’s a possibility?

He sighs roughly and gets up from the bed, moving to his bag and grabbing his phone. He’ll make himself crazy thinking about all of this. He needs to talk to Blaine.

He taps his phone nervously as he thinks about what to say. When he lands on something, he quickly types it and hits send before he chickens out and then stares at his phone intensely, waiting for Blaine to respond.

Kurt:

I think we need to talk more. Can I come over?

He feels like he can’t breathe properly until Blaine answers back a minute later.

Blaine:

Sure.

That’s it. Just the one word. But it’s enough. He tells his Dad he’s going to Blaine’s (he doesn’t want to lie) and his dad sighs and waves him off. He gets into the car and, the entire drive over, plans what he wants to say.

-- -- --

“Blaine, what’s going to happen?” Bethany asks after Kurt has left. They’re still curled up on the couch and the room had been silent for the last ten minutes since the sound of the door closing.

Blaine sighs, “I don’t think he’ll tell anyone, Annie.” He whispers. He’s not sure if he’s saying that more for her benefit or his own. He has to believe that Kurt won’t tell anyone about them. There simply isn’t room in his brain, or heart, to allow any other alternative.

“But what if he does?” Bethany says, sitting up and looking at Blaine with frantic eyes, “You always said no one could know, except Trent, otherwise we’d get separated. You can’t leave me, Blaine! You can’t!” She’s full on crying now and Blaine pulls her to him, quickly.

“Hey, hey. Shh.” He soothes, running a hand repeatedly down her head, “That’s not gonna happen. We’re in this together. For life.” He says, repeating the words he’d said to her one night two year ago when this whole thing had started.

Bethany sniffs and brings a hand up to rub her nose, “Promise?” She asks.

“Promise.” Blaine says and hopes with every fiber of his being that he can keep that promise, “Now why don’t you try and go take a nap. You’re still sick, remember?”

“You don’t have to remind me.” She say, pulling away with a sigh and wiping her eyes, “Will you be okay?” She asks and Blaine almost cries at her words. She’s nine and yet she’s making sure he’s okay. His heart breaks for the little girl who hasn’t really gotten a chance to be a little girl in a long time.

He brings a hand up to cup her cheek with a small smile, “Yeah, Annie. I’ll be fine.” He whispers and she nods before getting up and heading back to her bedroom.

When she’s gone, Blaine curls into himself and lets himself cry. He’s not sure he’s crying because he’s sad or because he’s overwhelmed. Probably a little of both in the end but the tears actually feel good as they continue to stream. He’s gotten so good at comforting himself (he’d like to say over the last two years, but in all honesty he’s been learning that trick since he was a small child) that soon he feels like he can breathe a little easier again.

His tears stop and he wipes at his eyes as he straightens up with a nod. His world may be even more off it’s axis than usual, but he still has responsibilities. He gets to work cleaning the apartment; picking up Bethany’s used tissues, cleaning the dishes from breakfast, and dusting. He’ll vacuum later once Bethany is awake. He makes a grocery list and checks through the pile of mail for the bills, setting them aside to be paid later. He checks to make sure they’re stocked up on cold medication, emails Bethany’s teacher from the account he’d set up to act as their parents that she won’t be in the next day, and then emails McKinley from the same account to tell them he’ll be out the next day as well.

He thinks briefly of looking into apartments in another town, another school district, but realizes quickly that leaving wouldn’t erase Kurt’s memory. That if the other boy really was going to tell someone about Blaine’s situation, there wasn’t anywhere Blaine or Bethany could run to escape those consequences. And on the other hand, even with everything that has happened, Blaine doesn’t WANT to leave.

It’s close to five o’clock when he finishes it all and he’s just about to wake Bethany to see if she’d be up for dinner when his cell phone dings with a text.

Kurt:

I think we need to talk more. Can I come over?

Blaine puts a hand over his mouth and stares at his phone for a moment. He honestly didn’t think he’d hear from Kurt so soon, or ever again really, so to have him text mere hours after leaving is a bit of a shock. He knows he owes the other boy some more answers and he’ll give them to him. Anything he needs to do to keep Kurt from telling someone about his situation, but also because he doesn’t actually want to keep anything from Kurt anymore. He didn’t even want to at the beginning, but now that it’s out in the open...he wants to share everything.

Blaine:

Sure.

[darriness]

2018 Klaine Fic Exchange

Title: The Princess...and the Pea

Author: darriness

Word Count: 3417

Summary: Kurt and Blaine's child and Rachel and Jesse's child cannot stand each other. It's ... awkward

Author’s Note: Written for nadiacreek (who I can’t seem to tag...) for the Klaine Fic Exchange! The summary is the prompt! Thanks to my betas @mypatronusismalec​ and @darrenismydarcy​! Enjoy!! @todaydreambelieversfic

Side note: Written in the same verse as my Fic A Day 2018 so if you like this you can always read that too if you want! :)

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The day Elizabeth (Lizzy) May Anderson-Hummel is born is the best day of their lives to date. ‘Their’ is in reference to not only Kurt and Blaine and their entire extended families (Burt Hummel weeps openly holding his granddaughter for the first time), but also Rachel and Jesse.

There’s no question the pair will don the monikers “Aunt” Rachel and “Uncle” Jesse as they’ve become like true brother and sister to Blaine and Kurt over the years. So while not only is Lizzy the first child born into their group of friends, Rachel and Jesse feel more connected to her than, say, if Artie and Tina were to have a child. They’ve never said as much openly but…being Jesse and Rachel? It’s been heavily implied.

Lizzy is spoiled from the start. Kurt and Blaine try to keep the spoiling to a minimum, because as Kurt tries to remind everyone “Spoiled children are nasty as children and even nastier as adults”, but even they can’t help but dote on their little girl.

The foursome’s monthly games nights turn into “Lizzy nights” where Jesse and Rachel come earlier than they used to and the four spend hours just playing with Lizzy before her bedtime.

Rachel and Jesse are there for a lot of Lizzy’s milestones. They’re there when she eats solids for the first time, when she takes her first steps,, and Kurt is on the phone with Rachel when Lizzy utters her first word.

By the time Lizzy is three, she’s as comfortable at Rachel and Jesse’s house as she is at home, and even starts to have sleepovers with the pair.

“These sleepovers will help prepare you two for parenthood.” Blaine jokes when the sleepovers start.

The joke makes them all laugh but none of them know how true Blaine’s statement is until four months later when Rachel announces that she’s pregnant.

Everyone is obviously thrilled with the news, even Lizzy who doesn’t completely understand what it means.

“Where’s the baby?” She asks, looking Rachel up and down as if expecting a baby to magically appear from behind her back.

Rachel smiles, “It’s in my tummy.” She explains, patting her still flat stomach.

The explanation seems to confuse Lizzy even more. But when Kurt and Blaine explain it will be like her baby dolls, she’s sold.

It becomes a little more clear to her as Rachel’s stomach grows and she spends a great amount of time with her ear to Rachel’s stomach, trying to ‘hear the baby’ as she puts it.

“Hey baby girl,” Kurt says, one night, as they are tucking Lizzy into bed, “Daddy and I have something to tell you.”

Lizzy sits nestled in her pink pillows and blankets and smiles up at her fathers sweetly, “What’s up?” She says, making Kurt and Blaine laugh.

“Well you know how Aunt Rachel is going to have a baby?” Blaine starts and Lizzy nods, “Well, how would you like it if…we had a baby join OUR family?”

Lizzy is quiet for a moment, looking back and forth between them, and Kurt and Blaine wonder if she really understands what Blaine said, “Do you understand, love?” Kurt asks, running a hand through her dark curls.

Lizzy nods, but she’s still looking back and forth between her fathers, “You can ask us any questions you like.” Blaine assures and that’s all it seems to take for Lizzy to voice her confusion.

“Do you have the baby in your tummy, Daddy? Or does Papa?” She asks, innocently.

Kurt and Blaine smile. They’ve got some more explaining to do.

— — —

Lizzy’s four years and four months when Nash Barbra St. James is born (“Barbra? You’re going to saddle the kid with Barbra?” Kurt says as he cradles the new bundle to his chest.

“Says Kurt ELIZABETH Hummel.” Rachel emphasizes.

Kurt turns up his nose and says haughtily, “It takes a fabulous person to pull off such a middle name.” He says.

“And my son is going to be fabulous.” Rachel defends.).

And fabulous he is. Nash is an incredibly happy baby who, from earlier than anyone thinks he should, has a smile for everyone. He has anyone he meets wrapped around his chubby little finger, and that includes Kurt and Blaine.

Who that DOESN’T include…is Lizzy.

“Come on, Lizzy Bear! We’re going to see baby Nash!” Blaine calls up the stairs.

“No, thank you!” Lizzy calls from her bedroom.

Kurt and Blaine turn and look at each other at the bottom of the stairs with furrowed eyebrows, “It's time to go, Lizzy!” Kurt tries, shrugging at Blaine.

“I’m gonna stay and play with my dolls.” Lizzy calls, simply.

“What is her deal?” Blaine asks.

Kurt shrugs, “I guess we’ll have to go upstairs and find out.”

Blaine pouts, “I wanted to AVOID going upstairs. Isn’t the point of her being four that she can come to US instead of the other way around?”

Kurt laughs, laying a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and propelling him up the stairs, “Come on, old man. It’ll give you practice for when we’ve got a newborn in the house.”

Lizzy’s cagey about her reasons for wanting to stay home and doesn’t seem to quite understand that regardless of her reasons, a four-year-old cannot stay home alone. Eventually they get her out the door (not without a few ‘Elizabeth May’s being thrown around) and over to Rachel and Jesse’s, assuming she’ll perk up when she’s there.

She doesn’t.

“He smells.” She says sullenly, standing next to the couch where Blaine cuddles Nash to his chest.

Blaine chuckles, “He smells like baby powder and amazingness.” He argues.

“He looks like a booger.” Lizzy mumbles.

Kurt and Blaine make eye contact over Lizzy’s head and Kurt, who is sitting next to Rachel, turns to look at her. Rachel’s face is a mixture of shock and confusion and she also looks like she’s about to cry but that could be pregnancy hormones still wreaking havoc.

An awkward silence ensues. No one really knows how to deal with this tension and Kurt and Blaine aren’t entirely sure how to approach their daughter’s attitude.

Luckily for all of them, Jesse comes to the rescue, intentionally or not, “I mean...he does kind of look like a booger.”

“Jesse St. James!” Rachel shrieks, indignantly, but everyone else in the room is too busy laughing, including Lizzy, the tension broken for the time being.

-- -- --

It turns out that the tension between Lizzy and Nash is apparently not one-sided. He may only be a few weeks old, but when they finally get Lizzy to agree to hold him for some pictures (for which she refuses to smile), Nash wails like his arm is being ripped off.

“He’s never made that sound before!” Rachel says, alarmed, picking Nash back up and pressing him to her chest. Within minutes Nash is calm again, cooing up at his mother.

“What if she’s like this with her own brother?” Blaine whispers on the way home. All the adults assumed Lizzy would eventually warm up to Nash as the night wore on. They were sorely mistaken.

Kurt glances in the the rearview mirror at a sleeping Lizzy and sighs, “We’re just going to have to sit down and talk with her about it. She’ll come around to Nash and she’ll love her baby brother.”

“Well she doesn’t really have a choice when it comes to either of those. It’s just whether or not we’re going to have to keep fighting with her about it.” Blaine sighs, resignedly.

Lizzy’s kicking her feet absently at the breakfast table the next morning, eating her cereal, when Kurt and Blaine sit down with their coffees on either side of her. They look at each other and then down at Lizzy, who seems oblivious to her fathers’ attention; she’s now bopping her head to music only she can hear.

“Lizzy?” Blaine asks and Lizzy looks up with her spoon still in her mouth, “Papa and I wanted to talk to you about Nash.” He starts.

Lizzy sighs as she puts her spoon back into her bowl and she seems older than her four years, “I don’t like Nash.” She says.

Kurt nods, “Can you tell us why?” He asks.

Lizzy shrugs, “He’s not like my dolls at all. You said it was going to be like my baby dolls but he’s not like that at all.”

Blaine sighs, “Well I’m sorry but that’s not really a reason to not like him. I think if you tried, you’d find that you actually really like Nash. He’s awfully cute.” Lizzy doesn’t seem convinced.

“At the end of the day, love, Nash is going to be in our lives for a very long time.” Kurt says gently, “So we need to be nice to him and treat him kindly. Okay?”

Lizzy sighs again and uses her spoon to move her cereal around her bowl absently, “Okay.” She says, softly.

Kurt and Blaine nod at each other, pleased.

-- -- --

As is often the case when children agree to something, especially when it comes to their behaviour, they renege on it almost as quickly as they agreed to it.

Over the coming weeks and months, Lizzy continues to have difficulties with her pseudo-cousin. She refuses to interact with him unless forced, she hides his toys, goes selectively deaf when someone asks her to help with him, and is generally sullen in his company.

Lizzy and Nash’s tense relationship causes a strain in Kurt, Blaine, Jesse, and Rachel’s relationship. They spend more time discussing their children’s relationship than anything else. Their game nights turn into strategy sessions for how to get their kids to get along.

They are continually baffled by the evident hatred from Lizzy and the perceived hatred from Nash (who continues to be unsettled and whiny in Lizzy’s presence despite being a generally positive baby boy).

“Hey! It’s almost baby time!” Rachel enthuses the day before the due date of Kurt and Blaine’s son, walking into their house (that she inexplicably has a key for even though neither Kurt or Blaine ever officially gave her one) with Nash’s carrier hooked in her arm.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Kurt grumbles.

Rachel’s smile crumbles into confusion as Blaine rolls his eyes and goes to take Nash out of his carrier. He settles Nash into his arm and bounces him slightly while tickling his tummy just to hear him giggle, “Kurt is stressing because he thinks Lizzy is going to hate her baby brother.” He explains.

“Well all evidence is pointing to the fact that she’s not a big fan of babies in the family.” Kurt argues, gesturing toward Nash, “Imagine what she’s going to do when there is a baby LIVING here.”

“She’ll be fine, Kurt.” Rachel soothes.

“That’s what I keep telling him.” Blaine says, kissing the four-month-old on the head before inhaling deeply, “Oh man I am SO excited to have another baby in the house. Why do babies always smell so good?” It’s a rhetorical question but no one is listening to him anyway.

“While I would love for Lizzy to like Nash more...” Rachel starts.

“Or at all.” Kurt interjects.

“...or at all, you can’t compare her feelings toward a baby that she sees once or twice a week, that isn’t related to her, to her baby brother.” Rachel finishes.

And while neither Kurt or Blaine will admit to Rachel being right, Lizzy absolutely adores her brother when Matthew (Matty) Devon Anderson-Hummel is born later that week. She refuses to let go of his hand when she visits him in the hospital, asks to hold him at every available opportunity, and even OFFERS to help care for him (though she does draw the line at dirty diapers).

Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, and Jesse all heave a giant sigh of relief at her reaction, assuming it means she will also begin to like Nash...

...well it’s not a HORRIBLE assumption…

“What are you doing, baby girl?” Kurt asks, one evening, two weeks after Matty is born, as they get ready to host Rachel, Jesse, and Nash for dinner. He finds Lizzy in the dining room setting out a plate in addition to the five Blaine had set out earlier.

“I’m putting a plate on the table for Matty.” Lizzy explains, simply.

Kurt smiles, “That’s sweet. You do know he’s too little to eat at the table though, right?” He says, gently.

Lizzy gives him what Kurt and Blaine have come to call her ‘bitch please’ look (that usually has them laughing when they probably should be telling her not to do it) and says, “I know that but he should still have a plate. He would feel sad without one.”

Kurt nods, “Fair point. What about Nash? Are you going to put out a plate for him too?”

Lizzy shakes her head, “No.” She says sweetly, “He can sit in the kitchen.”

Kurt’s eyes widen, “Lizzy, that’s not very nice.”

“Our table isn’t that big.” Lizzy says, matter-of-factly, before leaving the room.

Kurt watches her leave with an open mouth and confused eyes. He stands in shocked imbolility for a few moments before making his way to the kitchen to find Blaine.

Blaine’s taking the wine for the evening out of the fridge, Matty cradled in his arm, when Kurt comes in and lays his forehead on Blaine’s shoulder with an exaggerated groan, ���Our daughter’s a bitch.” He says, sadly, bringing a hand up to stroke Matty’s curled up fist.

Blaine lets out a shocked huff of laughter, “Ummm wow. Explain please.” He says.

Kurt sighs and recounts his interaction with Lizzy. Blaine pouts his lips thoughtfully, “She’ll get over it.” Blaine says and whether he’s trying to reassure Kurt or himself he doesn’t know, “Maybe…” He muses as something occurs to him for the first time, “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. What if Lizzy is having difficulty with Nash because he...took her spot?”

Kurt lifts his head up and furrows his brow at Blaine, “What do you mean?”

Blaine shrugs as much as he can with Matty in his arms, “Before Nash came along, Lizzy was not only our whole world, but Rachel and Jesse’s too. She had everyone’s full attention. But when Nash came along she had to share it.”

“Nash dethroned her.” Kurt says in awed realization.

“In her eyes, yeah. So her anger at being “dethroned” is directed at Nash as opposed to Matty.” Blaine finishes explaining.

“You’re so smart.” Kurt breathes, leaning down to kiss Blaine’s shoulder before resting his lips there.

Blaine chuckles, “I try.” He says, “Now comes figuring out how to help her get over it.” Kurt moves to put his chin on Blaine’s shoulder, “And just like parenting, I’m sure that will be a breeze of an experience.” He says before kissing Blaine’s cheek as the other man laughs.

-- -- --

Nash is almost three by the time he and Lizzy start to come around to each other. Leading up to that time, a highlight of their “burgeoning” relationship is Lizzy intentionally trying to trip Nash as he’s learning to walk.

“Good job, Nash!” Jesse exclaims holding Nash’s hand as the thirteen-month-old toddles his way around Kurt and Blaine’s living room. The little boy has been getting stronger and stronger each day with his walking and it’s probably only a matter of time before he’s walking completely on his own.

Lizzy’s sitting on the edge of the couch, digging her toes into the carpet, as she follows the pair with her eyes. When Nash gets close, she lets her toes slide against the carpet until they are blocking Nash’s legs, causing the little boy to stumble and then fall.

Jesse, whose head had been turned to answer something Kurt had asked, turns back when he feels the tug on his arm to watch Nash fall over Lizzy’s feet, “Lizzy!” Blaine scolds.

Another highlight includes Nash spitting food into Lizzy’s hair, which unfortunately happens more than once.

It’s his second birthday party when it happens for the first time. He’s hopped up on sugar and excitement and he’s been running around the house like a wild man for most of the day. Everyone at the party just laughs at his antics so he keeps them up.

He’s standing at the coffee table eating chips from a bowl and Lizzy is sitting on the floor next to the couch (with a scowl on her face because she has no interest in being at this birthday party). Without ceremony, Nash leans over and opens his mouth, full of Doritos, over the six-year-old’s head.

The orange mush lands on the crown of Lizzy’s head and she jerks at the sensation. She turns, bringing a hand up to feel her head, before shrieking when she realizes what must have happened.

“Nash!” Rachel scolds.

By the time Nash’s third birthday nears, both sets of parents are out of ideas. They’ve tried everything to get their kids to get along. Blaine and Kurt are blue in the face from the amount of talks they’ve had with Lizzy that always end in her fruitless agreement. They’ve tried timeouts, removal of property/privilege, and even, during a time of real desperation, bribery.

It gets so bad that the two families start decreasing the time they spend together. They go from meeting once a week, at least, to maybe once a month. It makes them sad but they just can’t seem to figure out how to make their kids like each other and their get-togethers are more stressful than not.

A couple of weeks before Nash turns three, the families go to the park together. They’ve discovered that not having the kids in a confined space lessens the arguments (which are epic despite the four year age difference. It’s like Nash’s dislike of Lizzy has overdeveloped his argument vocabulary).

Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, and Jesse are sitting on a bench as their children play: Lizzy is on the monkey bars and Nash and Matty are in the sandbox. The foursome have, unspokenly but mutually, decided that the fight between their children is a non-topic and they are actually really enjoying catching up.

Blaine notices it first as Lizzy jumps off the monkey bars and makes her way to the sandbox. He hits Kurt to get his attention and soon all four parents are watching, tensely, as Lizzy stands at the edge of the box.

They watch as Lizzy looks between Matty and Nash a few times before she shrugs and sits between them. The seven-year-old picks up a shovel and scoops a heaping pile of sand onto it. Both Matty and Nash are holding buckets but it’s Nash she turns to. She wordlessly offers the pile to him and he looks at her for a second before holding out his bucket to her.

She smiles at him and lets the sand in her shovel pour slowly into his bucket. He smiles back before going back to dumping sand into the bucket himself.

For the next ten minutes, the parents look on in awe as Lizzy, Matty, and Nash play pleasantly in the sandbox together - not a single bad thing happens.

And from then on things between the Anderson-Hummels and the St. James’ settle down. There is no evidence of past animosity as Lizzy treats both Matty and Nash like her little brothers and Nash takes to Lizzy like they had always hoped he would.

Kurt and Blaine are tucking Lizzy into bed one night, a few months later, when Kurt mentions as casually as he can, “Hey, love, Daddy and I have noticed you’ve been playing with Nash a lot more lately.” Lizzy nods, “That’s awesome,” He praises, “but we were just wondering what changed. You weren’t his biggest fan for a long time.”

Lizzy shrugs as she snuggles into bed, “He’s not so bad. I didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I have bigger problems to deal with now anyway.” She says.

Blaine’s eyes widen, “What bigger problems are those?” He asks.

Lizzy sighs, “Meghan in my class likes Nolan but *I* like Nolan.” She explains.

Kurt and Blaine stare at their daughter for a second before they turn to each other with wide, panicked eyes. This is the first time Lizzy has mentioned anything like this. They figured drama like this would be years away. They can’t help but wonder if they wouldn’t prefer her to go back to squabbling with her pseudo-cousin…

[darriness]

Fic A Day 2018 - Day 176

Title: Mature

Author: darriness

Word Count: 666

Summary: Christmas Eve

Author’s Note: I'm not CONVINCED the last part of this comes across the way I want it to? But I also didn't want to change it. So...hopefully it comes across the way I want it to lol

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It’s Christmas Eve and Kurt and Blaine are engrossed in the age old parent tradition of bicycle building. And as in age old tradition…they’re fighting about it.

“Kurt, can you please just read the instructions.” Blaine pleads from the couch, flipping through said instructions.

Kurt huffs, “Blaine, we don’t need instructions. It’s a bike not a rocket ship.” He says as he tightens a screw from his spot on the floor next to the pieces of what would hopefully turn into a Paw Patrol bike for their daughter, “Though it would appear you might need to be a rocket scientist to put it together.” He mumbles.

“We’ve been working on this for over an hour. I don’t think it’s supposed to take this long.” Blaine argues.

“Maybe if you stopped harping about the instructions and helped, it would be done faster.” Kurt snaps back.

Blaine scowls, “It says here that the piece you just attached is supposed to go the other way.” He says, ignoring Kurt’s suggestion altogether. Kurt doesn’t answer and continues to work, “It also says that you need to use the screw with the wider head there,” Blaine says, pointing to a spot on the bike, “but you’ve used the smaller head one.”

Kurt sighs, “Dad!” He calls through the house. Burt and Carole are staying with them over the holidays.

Blaine’s mouth drops open in shock, “Are you seriously calling your father because we’re fighting and you’re not getting your way? Is that really the mature decision?”

Kurt rolls his eyes in Blaine’s direction, “Yes, Blaine. As a thirty-two year old married man with a child, I need my father to fight my battles for me.” He scoffs, “Please.”

“Woah should I come back?” Kurt and Blaine turn to see Burt at the doorway, hands up in defence of the mood in the room.

“Can you help me put together this bike?” Kurt asks.

Burt looks back and forth between his son and son-in-law, “Just you?”

Blaine just shrugs and Kurt looks like he’s about to launch into a tirade. Burt waves him off, “You know what? As much as I’d love to play mediator at 11:30 p.m.…on Christmas Eve.” He emphasizes, “Can’t you both just hug and make up and then read the instructions like you know you’re going to do even though you don’t want to and work together to build this thing for the little girl asleep upstairs who is so excited for Christmas morning?”

Kurt screws his toe into the carpet, “Don’t need instructions.” He mumbles petulantly, inadvertently proving Blaine’s point about maturity.

Burt sighs, “This is a child’s bicycle not a car engine. You haven’t been putting these together since you were seven. And take it from someone who HAS put together a bicycle or toy or two in the past? They’re in some way more difficult than car engines. Just read the instructions.”

Kurt sighs, “Fine.”

Burt nods, “All right, I love you both. I’m going to bed.” He nods one more time with finality and a twinkle in his eyes before turning and leaving the room.

Blaine gets up from the couch and sits next to Kurt, laying the instruction before them and picking up a screw driver. Kurt is quiet for a moment before he leans his head on Blaine’s shoulder with a sigh, “Why’d we get her a bike?” He asks.

Blaine kisses his head, “Because that’s all she asked Santa for and because we’re awesome dads?”

“Do you think she’ll accept a poorly built half a bike?” Kurt asks hopefully.

Blaine chuckles and shrugs the shoulder Kurt is lying on to get him to sit up, “Come on, it won’t take us long if we work together.”

The next morning the joy on Lizzy’s face as he runs toward her new, well built bike, makes up for the hardships of the night before and needlessly reminds Kurt and Blaine about the important things in life.