#darry curtis they could never make me hate you

[dairyfairyy]

but he'd rather hear the door slam and know that they're all safe

Darry can tell who walked into the house depending on the sound of the door. Every member of the gang has an entrance that can be very easily missed.

Dally slams the door open and doesn't bother to close it behind him.

Steve opens the door and then slams it behind him, then goes to bother whoever is closest.

Johnny is almost always following someone so if the door stays open a bit longer and is quietly shut then Johnny has followed them in.

Two-Bit is similar to Steve except he dusts off his shoes. His mama always gets onto him tracking dirt so it's a habit.

Ponyboy quietly opens the door and shuts it behind him and usually calls out a I'm home. Or he's completely quiet except for the fact he stomps without realizing it.

Sodapop is almost always excited when he gets home so he accidentally slams the door into the wall and apologizes. He also usually announces he's home.

Darry just wishes they would stop slamming the door, it hurts the door and he's not exactly itching to fix the hinges.

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Can you write a fic where the reader loses her virginity to Darry? Thank you sm!!!

Of course, of course... I have an idea for this... :]

Favorite Cheerleader

Synopsis: Cheerleader Captian and the Football Captian, a tale as old as time. Sex in the locker room? Also a tale as old as time.

Tags: Fingering, oral sex, high school sweet hearts to college sweethearts, p in v, mutual virginity loss, protected sex (we know this man is responsible), pre book, pre accident.

Author's Note: I don't know football, can you tell?

"Push 'em back!" The cheerleaders started as the Golden Hurricane's played the Defense. "Hit 'em hard!" Darry caught the ball. "Make 'em fight!" He threw the ball to his teammate. "For every yard!"

Darry held off the other team as he watched the wide reciever, a quick runner, make a run for the TD. "Push 'em back!" The cheerleaders started again. "Hit 'em hard!" He looked over at the cheerleaders, mainly his girlfriend, the cheer captian. "Make 'em fight!" He snapped back to the game and watched his teammate keep running.

"For every yard!" The cheerleaders shouted just as the winning Touchdown was scored. "Gooo Hurricanes!"

Darry was sitting in the locker room, still reeling from everything. His teammates were all out smiling and laughing in their uniforms while he sat in the locker room. The rest of his team was probably celebrating with the cheer leaders, and to some degree... He was too. His lovely girlfriend was inbetween his legs, gently sucking his cock.

"Damn girl..." Darry smiled as he played with her hair, gently guiding her head up and down. "You sure you're ready to go all the way? I don't really wanna force you.. Plus, we've only done head before."

She looked up at Darry through hooded eyes before pulling back, coughing a bit before moving onto his lap. "I am, I won't lie..." She whispered against his skin, her voice heavy.

"Well... In that case..." Darry reached down and pushed her underwear to the side before gently rubbing along her slit. His calloused thumb finds her clit. "Wet already? Dirty girl..."

"Only for you, Darry..." She whispered as leaned over and gently kissed him while he touched her. Darry smiled softly and kissed her back, their lips moving together as he rubbed her clit and massaged her gummy walls.

Soft stiffled sighs that escaped her lips were like music to Darry, they sounded like god himself was playing music for him. "You sound so good babe... I can only imagine what you'll sound like when we actually get going..." He whispered after they pulled apart, licking his lips before moving down and starting to pepper her skin with red love bites.

"Fuck..." He hissed softly as he moved you to sit on the bench. Darry hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned in, rubbing her clit in small circles. "I'm going to prep you... I don't want you hearting when you take my dick for the first time..." With that, Darry leaned forward and licked a stripe though her folds.

His hands gripped her thighs as he felt the shiver that rolled down her spine. The sounds of his quiet curses at her taste and her muttered prayers and praises enveloped the locker room like a heavy blanket. "Darry..." She panted as her fingers curled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her core where she needed him most.

Darry rubbed the inside of her thighs while he licked at her clit, moaning softly at the taste. His nails dug into her thighs before releasing his grip and using his now free hand to start fingering her, loosening her cunt up.

Darry had dreamed of this day, fucked his fist in his single college room after seeing you in your cheer uniform during practice. He loved you for a bunch of other reasons, but the thought of finally getting to feel you wrapped around him for the first time was a common fantasy for him. He is a young man, he has his needs that need to be taken care of but he wasn't so much of a scum bag to pump and dump a random girl at a party. Darry loved you.

"Darry... Darry please!" Her whines roused him from his day dreams, now aware that he had already made her cum. "Pleasee!"

Darry, ever the gentleman, wiped the slick from his lips and licked it from his fingers before leaning over her body while rolling on a condom. His hand gently gripped the base of his cock and he took a deep breath. "Ready doll?" He asked quietly as he rubbed his protected tip against her slick pussy, his breath catching as his tip caught on the lisp of her cunt.

"Always..." Her voice quivered as she pulled him down and kissed him so her voice was quiet as he pushed into her. A soft sigh escaped both of them, his eyes squeezed shut as her teeth bit at her lips. Darry let out a soft groan as she gripped his shoulders, having to resist the urge to cum too soon. "Damn..." He whispered as he rested his head against her shoulder.

He had to bite her shoulders just to keep himself sane, the feeling of her walls constricting around him just made this whole thing harder. When Darry got the all clear to start moving, he started slowly, gently thrusting. Soft noises of pleasure escaped both of their lips as he pleasured them both.

"Damn.. Darry...!" She whined as her fingers tangled in his hair and brought him down for a passion filled kiss, their tongues tangling. Darry grunted softly as his hips started to move faster, chasing his high while rubbing your clit.

"Fuck.... FUC-" Darry moaned as he leaned down and pressed a rough, passionate kiss to your lips as he came in the condom, letting out whines at the feeling of your walls gripping him like a vice. "Holy fuck... Shit that feels good..." He shivered as he looked at your expression, twisted up in pleasure.

[specific-dreamer]

understanding darry curtis isn’t enough i need to wrap him in a giant weighted blanket

[littlestarbigsky]

you still feel like a kid when you’re 20.

i still laugh when my brother burps and i laugh at dick jokes bc im still a kid. i get home at 2 in the morning and i don’t turn in my homework on time. i drive my mama crazy because i never shut the hell up. i get mad when i have to wake up early for work and i get scared doing my taxes. i’m not a good driver and the idea of making my own doctors appointments is terrifying.

i may be 20 years old but i’m still a kid.

darry curtis was 20 years old but he was still just a kid.

[trekkiehood]

Based on this Tumblr Post by @marmaladedcroissant

(I wrote this at 2am and am self-projecting <3)

TW: Nightmares, vague suicidal thoughts

The nightmares aren’t bad. Not really. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

It’s not like with Ponyboy. He doesn’t wake up screaming or crying or anything like that. No one ever rushes through his door to calm him down or make it stop.

So it’s not really that bad. 

The clock on the mantel (his parents' mantel. The same clock that’s been there for as long as he can remember) reads three a.m. He should be asleep. He knows he should be asleep. But he also knows what’s waiting for him there. 

It’s the silent terror. Waking up with a sore throat but with no tears on his face. It took him awhile to realize it’s the pain of not crying. Of not shouting and begging and pleading with God for a different life. Of not letting a single sound pass through his lips when they need to so badly. 

That’s what waits for him when he finally closes his eyes. He knows this. But his eyes are getting heavy. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep them open. 

Maybe he can get up and be productive. He can do the dishes (if he doesn’t soon they’re not going to have anything to eat on) or fold the laundry (why is there so much? Why is there always so much to do?). But he can’t. He’s too tired to do that. Too tired to function really. He just sits. And stares. And tries not to sleep until his body physically cannot take another second of wakefulness. 

There’s nothing waiting for him beyond the land of wakefulness except the mutilated bodies of his parents. Maybe his brain will decide to spice it up this time. Maybe it won’t be his parents. Maybe it will be Pony. Or Soda. (Or Dally or Johnny or Steve or Two-Bit or or or or). Maybe it won’t be death. Maybe it’s a social worker. One who claims (knows) that he’s failing. One who believes (correctly) that he can’t do this anymore. 

Maybe he’ll watch again as Dally is shot down in the streets (or maybe it will be Soda this time.) Maybe it will be Johnny crying out in pain, barely able to move (or maybe Pony will take his place like he wants to). Maybe Pony’s body is found at the fountain, not Bob (it’s an oddly clear image for something that technically never happened). Maybe it’s Soda with the vacant eyes of another soldier lost that stares at him from the newspaper (Soda turns eighteen in a few months please God I couldn’t live without him). 

He’s seen them all die in so many different ways. He waits patiently for his own turn. It never comes. Maybe that would be too much of a relief.

He should let go now. Stop fighting the heavy eyelids. But he can’t. Because that would be admitting defeat. 

That would doom him to the horror show that lives inside of his mind. It’s hard enough to keep them at bay when he is awake. When he’s asleep he has no defenses. 

There used to be a time when he couldn’t fall asleep (he still can’t but he’s more thankful for it now). He tried sleeping aides when he was a teenager when his nightmares were mostly failing his exams (he had the death one's back then too. But it was different now. Everything was different now.)

Oh he would sleep. They would have their desired effect. But he wouldn’t wake up. Not when he needed too (not when he couldn’t escape whatever torture chamber his brain had decided to trap him in). Certainly not rested. And the pressure behind his eyes wouldn’t go away for days. 

Maybe Two-Bit had the right idea. Maybe if he went through life just on the edge of intoxication- 

Maybe that would make all of his nightmares come to life even faster (he can’t drink like that if he wants to keep his brothers. How is he supposed to protect the gang if he can’t keep a level head?).

He had to get up for work soon. But how was he supposed to do that when his brain wouldn’t let him move? 

How was he supposed to get up on a roof and work when he could barely see straight? Maybe he could close his eyes for just a minute-

His eyes fly open and he doesn’t remember if he even dreamed. The clock reads four am. He couldn’t have been asleep for more than twenty minutes. He must not have dreamed, something else must have woken him up (his eyes are painfully dry and the ache in his throat tells him that’s not true). 

He used to talk in his sleep. Soda made fun of him for it. He used to say the strangest things. Things that didn’t make sense. Words or phrases that didn’t seem to go together (those were the days that he didn’t remember dreaming at all but he always woke up feeling worse than he had the night before). 

Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and he couldn’t breathe. Sometimes he knew why, knew what he had seen inside of his head. And sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes the pain in his chest and the spinning in his head warned him with the impending feeling that death was imminent and that it was close (but not for him. Never for him. Why couldn’t it just come for him?). 

But no one knew. 

No one heard him sobbing in his dreams. No one heard his screams and cries and begging. Those stayed inside of him. Everything stayed inside. Because the second it came out it would ruin them all. If those emotions, those reactions, ever broke containment, they would never go back in and he wouldn’t be able to cope anymore ( then everyone would know how messed up he was. How broken he was. How not okay he was). 

So he would wake up with a sore throat and aching eyes and a scream on his tongue (one that will never make it past his lips) and stare at the ceiling until his alarm goes off and everything starts again. 

And while he’s lying awake he’ll listen. Listen for Pony’s cries. His screams (sometimes he was jealous that Pony got to scream. Why doesn’t he have to suffer in silence too?). And then he’d wait outside the door to see if Soda could handle it (most of the time he could). Wait to see if he was needed (he rarely was). And in the rare event that Soda couldn’t calm him down, he would step in and do everything he could to make his baby brother feel better (why does Pony get comfort? Why can’t he have it? Why does even his subconscious refuse to allow him to ask for comfort?). 

But tonight Pony remains silent. 

Darry does too. 

Because the nightmares aren’t bad. Not really. 

Notes:

Let me know what you think <3 Much love and God bless, Jamie

[just-another-fangirl326]

Rip Darry Curtis, you would have loved Vienna by Billy Joel.

"Too bad, but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need Though you can see when you're wrong You know you can't always see when you're right" is very Darry coded.

[dairyfairyy]

oh oh oh OH MY GOSH

ik someone’s already made a post pointing this out months ago (credits to u idk who u are tho) but like. the lines “i wish that i could settle down with a lady / wish i could, but i can’t / so instead i’ve gotta break my back all day” are so insanely written. bc those are now textually implied to have absolutely nothing to do with each other!!!!! correlation ≠ causation with the inclusion of “so instead” instead of “because”. if it were written “because i’ve gotta break my back all day” it’d directly imply that he can’t settle down with a lady because he’s got his brothers to take care of now. but INSTEAD the wording is implying he’s taking care of his family because he can’t settle down with a lady. for whatever fuckin unsaid reason. like yeah gee bro i Wonder Why. 🍒🍓🍎🍒🍊🍇

[dairyfairyy]

darry being darry when he checks in on the guys in the gang who don't stay at their home often when he sees them sleeping on the couch at 4 in the afternoon

darry being darry when he joins johnny and pony's team when they play football because he knows it wouldn't be fair otherwise

darry being darry when he covers the ones who fall asleep after their movie night with the last three blankets he keeps for himself in his bedroom

darry being darry when he stayed up till 4am looking through family photos that pony could use for his family tree project

darry being darry when he gives up eating dinner because he has one hungover and one sick kid in the bathroom who need care

darry being darry when he pulls out the shoelaces from his old football cleats to give to pony since his are falling apart. (he knows the laces aren't the right ones, but they'll keep them together until he can buy some new ones)

darry being darry when he skipped his day with his friends to go take pony to his track meet

darry being darry when doing everything he can to be a good brother, but at the same time, a father who needs to care for the rest of them

darry being darry because who else is he supposed to be than someone who cares for the only people he has left

[umbrellagoaway]

how it feels to defend Darry Curtis without an annoying BITCH in your ear blaming Ponyboy for everything, calling Pony an annoying brat, defending Darry for EVERYTHING he's ever done, and overall removing any Nuance to their relationship

[outsidersheadcanons]

Gender nonconforming Darry head canons because I said so ‼️

(and also. a cool pic of Patrick Swayze. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar was such a good movie man 😭)

So before anyone starts with the "um actually it was the 1960's 🤓" or "NOO DARRY'S A MANLY MAN 😠" um. don't. 😡 if you don't agree w/ these good for u.

So to start. I don't think Darry would like any labels or being like. out and proud (even in modern times but to explain it better to u guys he would be considered genderfluid?? i don't think he's fully trans). he just likes being himself 😭 (but in a modern AU. he would prefer any pronouns. but the boys are the ONLY people on Earth who know).

Growing up he didn't really feel that similar to other guys. He loved hanging out with guys and dating girls and he LOVED football, but something just felt... different. He wasn't ever able to place it exactly until he was much older. He never really felt like being a man was a HUGE part of his identity though.

Darry never really experimented with his gender until Ponyboy was away at college (it was really the first time in like. years he could think abt himself and how he felt). But it started w/ him literally buying perfumed hand soap 😭

He bought a dress once and was so horrified he made up a girlfriend so the cashier wouldn't judge him. But he felt pretty nice when he wore it for the first time (but he felt so ashamed he took it off after like 15 minutes. slowly but surely he got more comfortable)

Soda came home early and just. walked in to Darry cleaning the stove in a dress 😭 he didn't care that much, but he did laugh out of surprise (he apologized profusely after). But Soda doesn't really care. Once for his birthday he got Darry a very sweet orange cologne (it was still for guys but it was a kinda sweet feminine scent) and Darry nearly cried.

Ponyboy didn't care either (at this point he's grown up a lot and is a lot less of a little hater than he was previously) but he definitely had to get used to the idea?? (they're all just simple southern men after all 🤠/j)

He doesn't dress feminine outside of his home (for reputation and social reasons) but it doesn't bother him that much. Sometimes when he goes to work he'll wear a little bit of the cologne Soda bought him and that's enough. (but bro DOES like lipstick sometimes at home. He'll wear it just to vacuum the living room)

[trekkiehood]

I feel like he makes it a month, maybe two, before he realizes he just... Doesn't care anymore. He's spent the last four years providing for everyone else and now he's just taking care of himself with maybe Steve or TB occasionally stopping by.

And then Steve comes by less because, well, he was there for Soda.

And TB is finally trying to get his life together so he's bumming around less.

And Darry wakes up in an empty house and realizes that he only has to make breakfast for himself. And really there's no point in that.

And so what if the electricity gets turned off? Who's using it anyway?

So he decides to just... Not yet out of bed. For a long time. For a concerningly long time. And if he does manage to actually get up and go to work, he doesn't really eat much because cooking for one is exhausting. And he finally has free time but all there is to do is sit alone in a two empty house so he starts picking up even more shifts (maybe he can send some money to Pony. Yeah. Ease his brothers load a little bit).

But it takes a long time for anyone to notice that Darry, the one who almost made it out. The one the whole town said had such a bright future. Student of the year of his graduations class. He's just... Stopped living.

thinking about darry waking up one day while ponyboy is at college and sodapop is at war and he’s alone in the house and realizes he doesn’t know what to do with himself because he hasn’t put himself first in so long

[itzkayden]

darry is HAUNTED by how ponyboy described him in the beginning of his paper bro like at night thats all hes thinking about. whenever something bad happens between him and pony he thinks about it its a non stop cycle it will always haunt him no matter how much his and ponys relationship improved and he despises himself for allowing himself to appear to pony that way and will always beat himself up over it

but then pony was a 13 barley 14 when he thought this and i feel like he isn't the most reliable source to go off of bc hes a kid, hes overwhelmed by all of the things that happened to him so he didn't actually see what darry was trying to do, unlike soda so he was wrong about all of it. darry sees himself in pony and he wants pony to have an opportunity he could himself have he just wants pony to be the best he can bc darry never got that chance and he wants pony to be happy idk maybe its a strech or this is like ridiculously out of character for them idk i js needed to yap abt them💔

[specific-dreamer]

“you’re not dad darrel and you’re not mom neither so stop trying to be”

thinking about how it’s canonical their parents weren’t exactly traditional back then; their mom was stricter while their dad was the more playful type. idk too much about parenting back then but the order interesting says it in its real interesting to me.

“you’re not dad darrel” darry who has his fathers name and looks identical to his father, darrel sr. darrel sr who was raising three kids but still found the time to take them hunting and bond with them individually and as far we know never once blew up or took his anger out on them. darry had a really good role model in his father so why isn’t he as good as him?

“you’re not mom neither” darry’s who does not look like his mom but he sort of acts like her in every way that counts; he makes sure pony’s done his homework and has his coat so he won’t be cold when the sun goes down. he’s making sure johnny knows he can stay at there’s if he’s not at two-bits, he’s the first to make sure everyone’s alright after the rumble.(dally, who was pretty close with mrs curtis best, called darrel after the rumble. he asked for darrel specifically)

“you’re not dad darrel and you’re not mom neither so stop trying to be” he hadn’t realized he was. he was trying to emulate them yeah, why wouldn’t he they were pretty great parents in comparison to others, but he wasn’t trying to be them. even if he wanted he could never be them, the way he’s struggling to pay the bills proves that.

“you’re not dad darrel and you’re not mom neither so stop trying to be” he’s not trying to be them, hes only trying to do what they do

[foottoe101001]

Ponyboy if his true side showed that’s darry in the back disappointed

[specific-dreamer]

and darry too has a green ish eyes (another way the two are similar) and he states that he tries to convince himself that he hates darry and doesn’t care about him which also can reflect back to his low self-esteem. in this essay, i will-

The fact that Ponyboy dislikes people with green eyes even though he himself has green eyes is a direct representation of his low self-esteem. In this essay, I will-

[trekkiehood]

I felt frozen in place. I hadn’t meant it. Not really. I was just angry and when I’m angry I say things sometimes. It’s like the whole world is shaking and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Darry just makes me so… angry. So angry that I don’t even know what words are coming out of my mouth.

--- Pony says something in a moment of anger and immediately regrets it. Darry's response is far from expected.

Authors note: 

This struck me in a vision and I did not intent to write a full one-shot based on it but here we are. (I promise I'm working on the next chapter of Problem Prone.)

I also just need to say, I do not normally write first person. I do not normally LIKE first person. But for some strange reason I could only write this in first person. But the book is also written in Pony's POV so please at least give it a chance lol

It also just jumps right in. No exposition. Very very unlike me. This fic in general is just not my normal style but hey it's Darry angst.

Please enjoy!

TW: Survivors guilt/passive suicidal ideals“

"I wish you had died instead of mom and dad!” As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I didn't mean them.

It wasn't the Soda's quick “Pony-” that surprised me. That was expected. Soda, the mediator who made sure neither of us ever went too far. Well I just did.

It was Darry's “And you think I don't?!”

I stepped back as if I'd been physically hit.

“Darry, I-”

“You think I don't know things would be better? You think I don't wish every single day that it has been me who ran to the store? That it has been me who died? You think I don't know that I will never be enough for you?! That if Dad was here you'd never be worried about money and Ma never would have let you drop out.” He said turning to Soda. The look in Darry's eye was scaring me.

“I didn't mean it.” I said like that would fix. Like it would reverse time and return all the water that had leaked from the cracked dam.

“Yes you did.” His voice was pitched higher than normal and he was talking real fast. He didn’t sound like Darry at all. “You meant it because it's true.”

“Darry,” Soda stepped forward like he was talking to one of the scared colts at the rodeo. “I couldn't take it if you were dead. We need you.”

“Oh come on, Soda. If I had died there would have been a paragraph in the paper about how sad it was, maybe the football team'd have a moment of silence in my honor. Then it'd be done. Things would go back to normal.”

“Don't - you can't talk like that.”

I hated that Soda was the one doing all the talking when I was the one who had started this whole mess. But I couldn’t find the words to say. I felt frozen in place. I hadn’t meant it. Not really. I was just angry and when I’m angry I say things sometimes. It’s like the whole world is shaking and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Darry just makes me so… angry. So angry that I don’t even know what words are coming out of my mouth. Soda’s always telling me that me and Darry are more alike than either of us realize

“You know I’m right. Pony knows it too. Everyone would’ve been better off if it was me instead of them.”

“It ain’t true. Ma and Dad never would have recovered. Never. And neither would we. A couple lines in the newspaper? You really think that’d be all it’d mean to us? To the gang?”

“Soda-” And some of the hysteria was gone. Now he just sounded so… tired. Defeated. The fire of anger was gone now a the air felt cold. Like someone had left the freezer door open for too long and zapped all the heat out.

“And even if it was, it don't change nothin’ now.” Soda didn’t let Darry get any further than his name. His voice was calm, but firm. Like how he sounded when he was trying to pull me out of a nightmare. Maybe they were all in a nightmare now. “ You are the one who is here. And we’re glad you’re here. And we need you to stay, okay? No good would come from you not bein’ here. None. You gotta believe that, okay? You gotta.” It had been a good while since I’d heard Soda so torn up. I thought he might start crying right there in the kitchen.

“Darry,” I finally found my voice. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to say that- I was just angry and it slipped out. I don’t mean it, really. I don’t… I don’t wish you were dead. I was just angry is all.” Maybe I was gonna be the one to cry. I didn’t think so though. I was in too much shock. Too cold. Like if I cried my tears would freeze right on my face.

Darry never voiced his self doubts. He was Superman. He could wear the weight of the world on his shoulders and not even begin to crack.

But maybe he did. Maybe at night when he’d ask us to do the dishes and then go to bed early, he did. Maybe when he was alone and no one was around. Because the words he was saying right now didn’t come from nowhere.

Darry looked between us and I saw his jaw tighten, his eyes a little too glassy. If me or Soda cried that wouldn’t be all too unusual. We weren’t no babies but the whole gang knew we had to get our emotions out somehow or we’d blow. But not Darry. I didn’t know what to do if Darry started crying.

It felt like the world was fallin’ in and I had been the one to drag us over one of those fault lines. Like that one in California. The one that was just waiting to bust open and take out half the state. That’s where it felt like we were right now. Standing right on top of it. Waiting for the final earthquake that would crack it open like an egg and swallow us whole.

So I waited. I waited for Darry to do what he always did. To pull us back over the edge to safety. To make sure his little brothers weren’t in any danger of falling.

But he didn’t say anything.

He stared at us for a long moment. Then he slowly shook his head and walked out the door.

Soda and me just stood there. That chill seemed to have gotten colder, freezing our feet to the floor.

I looked at my brother and found that I couldn’t read him. I knew he was upset, that much I was sure of. But aside from that, I was at a loss.

I had to apologize. I had to make him understand that I didn’t mean to get so close to the edge. That I didn’t mean to yell so loud the earth started to shake.

“Soda, I-”

“Don’t.” Soda didn’t get upset at me often. But when he did it meant I usually did something awful. Something almost unforgivable. “Just don’t right now. I can’t-” He finally looked over at me and I was thankful not to see hatred in his eyes. I wasn’t sure exactly what I saw there, but it didn’t make me feel any better. “Stay here.” He ordered, seeming to finally have thawed enough to move. Soda didn’t give me another glance before heading off after Darry.

I wasn’t sure how Soda had managed to escape the ice that held me in place. How he’d managed to break away and go do what needed to be done.

He had meant don’t leave the house, not don’t move from that spot. But it would be pretty hard for me to go anywhere when I was too cold to move.

My whole earth was shaking and I couldn’t tell if it was the house or just me. But I knew that I had started this.

Then the fault line opened, swallowing me whole.

Notes:

Please let me know what you think!

I've found that dark angsty stream of consciousness plots are the ones that I am best at lol.

Also! Please go check out my friend CO_Raindrop and her story "Home Without Leave". It's her first fanfic and I convinced her to actually post it so please give her lots of comments :) (She also beta'd this for me and she's really awesome).

I would appreciate any thoughts that you have <3

Much love and God bless, Jamie