#i just. don’t get purly at all???

[doll-days]

I feel like if I say I’m not a fan of Purly or I say I ship Sodapop/Marcia (in a lesbian way), people are going to look at me like that one meme where white girls holding red solo cups are looking at the camera disgusted.

Yet, I’m still admitting it in this post, so clearly something is wrong with me. /lhj

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Purly got Arrested Fic

This is so not his fault. 

If he’s going down for it- and it definitely seems like he is, considering the holding cell the blond haired cop with the gross cologne is locking them into seems pretty hardcore- he just wants to make that very clear. This is not his fault. 

Ok, so maybe it was his idea. But it was the kind of good idea that seems great when he’s lying in the lot passing a joint back and forth with Curly, the same kind of good idea as buying a drink for a stranger when you’re drunk, or baiting Steve into a fight until you find out Evie’s mad at him- not an actual good idea. He, being a very rational, very smart individual, knew this. 

Curly, apparently, did not. And since Curly is like a dog with a bone, or like that freakish raccoon he feeds with a box of soggy McDonald’s fries, he refused to let it go. So they did it. 

In both of their defense, while it was stupid, it wasn’t something he thought they could be arrested for. Ok, that’s wasn’t exactly true, but it definitely wasn’t something he thought they’d get caught doing. Something tells him that defense isn’t exactly gonna go over well with Darry. Soda might have thought it was funny- if it hadn’t been Curly he was doing it with. 

Bullshit.

“One phone call boys.” Officer Dipshit Cologne reminds them with a frown, then crosses to sit at a desk on the side of the room opposite the holding cell. 

Just great.

It’s kind of anticlimactic all things considered. Two-bit and Steve tell such tuff stories of being hauled in that he’d thought he’d at least feel cool the first time he got arrested, but so far it’s just been like, super annoying and inconvenient. He doesn’t feel very cool. Mostly embarrassed. And kind of hungry. Darry is supposed to be making chicken tonight and he really hopes he can get outta here before dinnertime because Soda will steal his share if he isn’t there.

He sighs and exchanges a look with Curly.

“You gonna call Tim?”

Curly scoffs.

“Why bother? Bail is five bucks we don’t have, ‘specially since I'll be out tomorrow. ‘Sides, he bailed me out last month when I lit that fire in the park, so it’ll be at least half a year ‘fore he does anythin’ like that again.”

“Shit.”

“What?” Curly grins, entirely in his element. Hell, he almost looks more relaxed than usual, standing in this glorified cage, leaning against the bars without a care in the world. Ponyboy can’t decide whether the sight makes him want to punch him or snog the life out of him. It’s a familiar feeling at this point. “not lookin’ forward to callin’ good ol’ Darry?”

“Shut up,” Pony glares. Fuck, he definitely wants to kiss him. Stupid fucking Curly Shepard with his cocky grin and that catlike arrogance, driving him mad when he should actually be mad, “the second I call Darry is the second my life ends.”

He’ll be grounded for life for this. He’ll be forty years old and sitting bored out of his fucking mind in the living room while Darry glares at him from the armchair. Curly, unfortunately, is an asshole and so refuses to see the gravity of the situation. Instead, he fucking laughs.

So much for “solidarity” and “don’t worry it’ll be fun” and “I’ve got your back, so quit being a pussy and just fucking do it already.”

Bullshit.

“Quit bein’ dramatic.”

“Oh if you think it’s gonna be such a calm and collected conversation why don’t you call Darry and explain that we got arrested for public indecency.”

“I think they called it disturbin’ the peace when they was cuffin’ me actually.”

“Lucky you,” Ponyboy snarls, because yeah, okay, Curly did have his pants on when they got arrested, but he definitely hadn’t had them on when that old lady called the cops, so really, they should both be getting the indecency charge. 

Bullshit.

“Real talk though,” Curly says, “I don’t mind callin’ Darry for you. The big man loves me.”

“Do not.” 

Darry was actually being like, really cool about his friendship with Curly but this whole incident would change that. And don’t even get him started on what would happen if Curly called the house and Soda answered. Then the holding cell would be a blessing, simply because Soda couldn’t commit a murder if Curly was already locked up.

“Well unless you’re fixin’ to stay here overnight and cuddle, one of us has gotta call someone.”

“What about Angela?”

“What about her?” Curly props his elbow on Pony’s shoulder.

“Would she come get us?”

“Hmm,” Curly considers it, “she might come get me. She owes me for helpin’ her sneak out without Tim catchin’ her last week, but she definitely won’t come for you.”

He’s right. Ponyboy knows he’s right because he and Angela kind of can’t fucking stand each other. He wouldn’t bail her out, not even for Curly’s sake, so it makes sense she wouldn’t bail him out either. Still, it’s fucking rude.

“You could call Matthews,” Curly suggests, “bet he’d be cool about it.”

“I gotta better chance of gettin’ the president on the line than Two-bit.”

“Guess you’re shit outta luck then,” Curly shrugs, beckoning him over to the bench on the other side of the cell. There’s a greasy looking guy passed out drunk leaning against it, so they take a seat on the opposite side, “you can always just stay the night with me. We could get real cozy if y’know what I mean?”

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and Pony swats at him. Dealing with Curly, he’s learned, requires skills not unlike those one would need to tame a rabid dog or a toddler on crack. Which, given Curly’s upbringing, may have been something that happened once or twice. 

“I can’t not go home,” Ponyboy reminds him, “they’ll lose their shit.”

Which is fair. After Windrixville and Johnny and Dal it makes sense that Darry and Soda go apeshit when he’s late for curfew and doesn’t call ahead, which is why he tries his very best to keep them informed. Still. This is not a situation he is looking forward to informing them of.

“Aren’t they gonna lose their shit anyway?”

“Well yeah, but it’d definitely be worse if I don’t go home tonight and then they find out it’s because I was arrested.”

“I mean,” Curly points out, “you wouldn’t have to tell them.”

Shows what he knows. Curly has never had to sit on the couch with Darry using his freaky mind reading powers and Soda’s huge disappointed eyes boring into him to get him to confess to maybe, hypothetically, potentially cussing his teacher out in science class. Those two can get him to be more truthful than a polygraph. It’s so annoying.

“Yes I would. And I can’t not call. I just…I can’t.”

Curly seems to finally get it because his eyes light in understanding and he headbuts him in the shoulder. It’s kind of sweet.

“Better do it sooner than later then, huh?”

“Yeah,” Pony sighs, waving the cop over, slapping a hand over Curly’s mouth when the other boy goes to say something because he knows that look in Curly’s eye. It’s the same look he had when he told their gym teacher his shitty attitude probably wasn’t why his wife left him it was his looks.

Two minutes later he’s standing in front of the phone, that cop- who’s cologne is still terrible and giving him a headache- practically breathing down his neck, and wondering if he’s really going to go through with this. 

The cop clears his throat and that’s when Pony realizes that yes, he is indeed going to do this, because he does not have a choice.

Sighing, and refusing to glance at where Curly is audibly laughing at him in the holding cell, he carefully dials the number. Of course the first  number is a nine so he has to watch as the rotary phone slowly winds back to zero before he can wind it over to the six.

Finally, the dial tone sounds in his ear. It rings once. Twice. Three times. He’s just starting to worry that maybe no one is home when he hears a click and Darry’s smooth baritone filters through the speaker. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Darry,” his voice comes out a lot squeakier than he hoped and he fights to keep his feet from fidgeting. That cop had made it clear he didn’t appreciate it, and much as he’d never admit it, he was still kind of scared of cops, maybe even more so after Windrixville. 

“Ponyboy?” He can hear the slight concern in Darry’s voice. It’s an odd time for him to be calling, considering it isn’t even six yet and curfew is still hours away. “Everything ok?”

“I need you to come pick me up.”

“Okay…” Darry sounds almost suspicious now. He can hear hollering in the background- probably Steve and Two-bit arguing over the tv. “Where are you?”

“Don’t get mad.” Pony begs, and apparently it’s the wrong thing to say.

“What did you do?” Darry isn’t shouting- he’s a lot better about that now- but the resigned exhaustion in his voice is almost worse.

“Nothing!”

“Ponyboy,” Darry warns and it’s his I-swear-to-god-kid-you’re-gonna-send-me-to-an-early-grave voice, “where are you?”

“Before I answer that I need you to think about how good I’ve been lately. Straight As at school, track awards, hell, I even did the dishes yesterday even though it was Soda’s turn-”

“-You got arrested, didn’t you?” Darry cuts him off and Pony has to hand it to him, in the past year, ever since they got close again, Darry really has learned to read him like a book. 

“...yes.”

Darry sighs. It’s world weary, but if Pony didn’t know better he’d swear there was an undercurrent of amusement there. The arguing in the background has abruptly cut off, which is kind of rude. He’s just as tough as the rest of them. Him getting arrested shouldn’t be this surprising.

“What did you do?”

“Before I tell you I need you to keep an open mind-”

“-Nevermind.” Darry cuts him off again, firmly, “just…what’s the charge?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” Pony admits, “they said public indecency when they were cuffing me, but Curly swears it’ll only count as disturbing the peace-”

“If I get down there and you don’t have pants on so help me god, Ponyboy-”

“Cool it Dar,” he rolls his eyes, “the cops let me put them back on before they cuffed me.”

“Jesus christ,” he can almost see Darry through the phone, resting his forehead against the wall and rubbing his eyes, “you better have a damn good explanation for this.”

Good? Maybe not. Interesting? Definitely. Not that he was about to say that. This was going better than he could’ve hoped, all things considered, but he wasn’t about to test his luck.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Darry continues, “don’t answer any questions and don’t do anything stupid- scratch that, don’t do anything else stupid. And tell that friend of yours I’ll be payin’ Tim a visit on my way over.”

The line goes dead. 

He can’t help but grin as he places the phone back on the receiver. Sure, he’s still in huge trouble but that went like, so much better than he’d imagined. Hell, his grounding might even be lifted before he graduates.

As the cop walks him back over to the holding cell he can’t help but hope Soda wasn’t home to hear the aftermath of that particular phone call. Not that he thinks Soda won’t support him, but if Darry mentions Curly then the chances of him making this whole thing a lot more of an issue than it needs to be are 1000x higher. 

“Well?” Curly grins as soon as the door clanks shut behind him, Officer Dipshit Cologne’s key jangling in the lock, “How’d he take it?”

“He said he’s stoppin’ to talk to Tim on his way over here,” Pony tells him, hoping to wipe that smug look of Curly’s face, “so don’t get too comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” Curly snorts, stretching out on the bench, “Ponykid, this place is practically my second home at this point. ‘Sides, I already told you Tim ain’t comin’, not for somethin’ like this.”

“He might if Darry asks him to.” Pony points out. Curly doesn’t deign to answer. It doesn’t matter: they both know he’s right, even if Curly doesn’t want to admit it.

“Move over will ya?” Pony nudges Curly into a sitting position, taking a seat next to him on the bench. 

Curly elbows him back because he’s a menace.

Pony shoves him.

Curly hip checks him, hard enough he almost falls off the bench.

Pony tackles him. 

Then they’re really wrestling, rolling around on the concrete floor. Curly smells like Marlboro cigarettes and dirt and cheap shampoo, but somehow it works. They’ve rolled a bit, bit Curly’s got him pinned right now, and jus like every time they fight its unlike fighting anyone else. He’s hyper aware of everywhere Curly’s body is pressed against his- knees bracketed on either side of his hips, one hand pinning his shoulders down, the other reaching to smack at him half heartedly, in a way Pony knows is Curly’s version of playful.

He loves it, and like every time they tussle like this, he kind of also wants to explode.

“Hey!” Officer Dipshit Cologne rattled the door of the cell, “Knock it off you two!”

Ponyboy and Curly exchange a look and burst out laughing. Curly climbs off him, pulling Pony to his feet and the collapse on the bench together. 

Their mirth doesn’t last long.

“Ponyboy Curtis!” A second later Darry Curtis is striding into the station, green flannel tucked into his jeans in an attempt to look respectable, wearing his best ‘responsible adult’ face, and Ponyboy remembers he is still in so much trouble. “I’m here for my brother, Ponboy Curtus.”

Beside him, Curly has gone stiff. 

“No way,” he mutters, looking like he had that time they explored the old Bronsen house on halloween- that is to say, like he’d seen a ghost, “theres no fucking way…”

Ponyboy looks up and sees what stopped Curly in his tracks. Tim Shepard, as grim faced and dangerous looking as ever, prowling after Darry like a panther.

Pony shoot Curly a smug look. Curly swats at him without taking his eyes off his brother.

“This ain’t good…” he mutters, as Tim starts talking to Officer Dipshit Cologne alongside Darry.

“Sure ain’t.” Ponyboy agrees as the officer marches toward the cell, Darry and Tim at his heels. Golly they look pissed.

“Wanna make a run for it?”

“Fuck no,” Pony murmurs back, “I’m already in enough shit as it is.”

“You fuckin’ dumbass,” Tim barks as soon as the door’s unlocked, and he seizes Curly by the ear, ignoring his pained yelp as he half drags him out of the police station, scolding him in rapid fire spanish. Pony doesn’t understand much but his name gets thrown in there a few times and he can’t help but wince. The last thing he needs is to be on Tim Shepard’s shit list.

Darry doesn’t look too happy but he doesn’t look near as mad as Tim. Pony thanks his lucky stars for that.

‘C’mon kiddo,” Darry jerks his head, “let’s go.”

Pony follows him out to the truck, explains the thought process behind stripping down and trying to steal the coins in the fountain at the park because it seemed like there’d be enough for cigarettes and movie snacks. He pretends he doesn’t know what Darry means when he tells him he of all people needs to be careful about indecency charges, while his cheeks heat and Darry gives him terrified, significant, half pleading looks. 

Still, he can’t bring himself to regret any of it. Not even when Soda spends half an hour ranting to him about how Curly is the spawn of the devil on earth. Not even when Steve laughs at him about why he got arrested.

Like everything when it comes to Curly, it was just too much fun to regret. 

[johnnycakesswitch]

What are some of your purly headcanons?? I just got supper obsessed with them lol

Yesss we love purly in this household here we go:

• they’ve been friends since they were pretty little just because they’re the same age, both greasers, etc. Even if they weren’t always super close, they kinda had each other’s backs like if Curly saw someone messing w Pony he’d give him a “fuck off or see what happens” kind of look or if Curly’s getting into some trouble Pony would try to distract him because school is no fun if Curly is suspended

• as they get older though, they become more friends, like proper friends who hang out and get up to stupid shit. Darry and Soda don’t love that Curly is who Pony chooses to hang out with, but at the end of the day, they’ve all done stupid shit too, and as long as Pony doesn’t get arrested or break his curfew, there’s not much they can really say

• how they got together was a very slow, unofficial progression. One day Curly asks if they should practice kissing on each other so they can be ready and Pony’s like yeah that sounds smart. So they’re each other’s first kisses and they continue to practice on each other so they can get better and better 😭

• one day Pony’s like “so have you kissed anyone else yet” and Curly’s like “nah you?” “Me neither” and it’s quiet for a few minutes before Pony goes “I like when we do tho” and Curly’s just like “yeah same” so they just keep doing it then

• I feel like they don’t really call each other boyfriends, but everyone that’s important to them knows they’re together. If we’re being realistic, they wouldn’t be able to act like more than friends in public so that plays a big role in it, but they don’t really mind because they’re not pda people at all and if they know they’re together, that’s what matters

• Curly uses anything but Pony’s real name. Baby Curtis and Ponybabe are probably the most frequently used

• when they’re not in public, they’re not super like affectionate, more just handsy. Always arms around the waist or on the hips when they’re sitting together or walking somewhere. They don’t hold hands that often but Pony likes linking pinkies. They like to lay in each other���s laps and argue over whose turn it is to do so 😭 Pony likes to do it while they watch tv bc Curly will rub his back or head and he looooves that. Curly likes to wrap his arms around Pony’s waist and bury his face in his stomach and take a nap like that

• making out all the time. Every single one of the gang, Tim, and Angela have walked in on them making out. It’s a canon event in their lives, could not be avoided. Curly and Pony have the audacity to not even be embarrassed they just go somewhere else to continue 😭

• Angela and Pony actually get along super well and whenever Pony is over Curly will yell at her for trying to steal him 💀💀💀 Angela is like bruh I do NOT want him

• then as soon as Pony leaves Angela has to listen to Curly just talk and talk about this kid like she cannot catch a break

• Tim likes Pony because Curly tends to stay out of trouble more now and also he just thinks Pony is a good kid

• overall Purly might not have the most conventional relationship but they love each other and at the end of the day that’s all that matters

[m4sonn]

DROP THE RAPPER!CURLY AND SCIENTIST!PONY LORE

Alright guys get ready this is gonna be fire

Ponyboy always wanted to be a writer, we all know that, but as he got older he realized being a writer was most likely not gonna pay the bills and he was honestly convinced curly (his bf) was gonna end up like… sleeping on a bench in a park… so he decided to go with another of his passions, science! It’s his favorite subject other than ELA. He ends up being like… super duper well known and makes a bunch of breakthroughs in his field, he managed to earn himself a Nobel peace prize!! Woohoo!! (He’s also pretty well known for his name and bc he actually publishes the outsiders (it’d be an autobiography in this au) and it’s definitely as famous, if not more famous, as it is in modern days) While pony was going to Harvard on a full science scholarship curly was flunking community college! Originally curly’s major was probably either music, business, or ethnic studies. Well… he flunked out and lived with pony in his apartment off campus. Well.. curly starts up a career in rapping, his raps aren’t about liek fucking bitches or wtv most of the time, usually they’re just about gang violence, growing up on the streets, and if anything his songs have more of a Kendrick Lamar or a redbone type vibe to them, if anything his music is kind of like mozzy. Well… curly definitely goes somewhere, a lot farther than pony thought, he ends up like mega famous. Like genuinely drake level (minus the pedophile stuff >o<). Well…… curly always had his hands in his pockets or he’s just like… slouched in an awkward position so you can’t see his hands, like during interviews he’s definitely just wearing some Nike slides, champion long socks, some non-name brand basketball shorts, a baggy black hoodie, and some beats which he doesn’t take off when people are talking to him. Even though he has money he still chooses to dress like a bum. But I digress. Curly and pony keep their personal life very private, curly honestly could care less but he just goes along with wtv pony wants so he doesn’t talk about pony in interviews or anything because pony’s a bit worried they’ll be less respected if they come out as being gay. Well, one day Curly’s getting interviewed by like… fucken’ Ellen DeGenerous or something I don’t fucking know, but anyways he’s getting interviewed and the woman’s like “so, when are you gonna tie the knot, lock is down with someone? Yknow? Have a family.” (Curly has talked about ‘fucking bitches’ and ‘fucking hoes’ only twice in his music career and when pony asked about it he responded with “Don’t worry babe, you’re the bitches and hoes, you’re the only one I be fucking.” Pony wasn’t sure how to respond to that.) and he was so utterly confused by this, he held up his hand, showing his wedding ring, “what? I’m literally married”. The interviewer was genuinely flabbergasted, “so… err… who’s the lucky lady…?” And he just looks even more confused (mind you this is the most emotion he has ever shown… like… ever in his whole career, curly is generally a very expressionless person.) “who said it was a girl??” The media was ALL OVER him after that, paparazzi and all that jazz. Well, after that, it became the biggest thing on the internet to try and track down who this mystery guy was. After a while the paparazzi found them eating at (I almost doxxed myself by putting a food place that only has one location which is in the city I live in but it’s the best fucking food ive ever had I’m literally frothing at the mouth thinking of their waffles rn.) some random breakfast spot together. Neither of them confirmed it until pony gave curly the ok to post something about it.

Bonuses!!:

Purly but curly makes drake type music and pony makes Lana del Rey type songs!!!

[your-unfriendlyghost]

4, 5, 7, 14

(Okay I really liked these ones fyi)

4. Rank the main 7.

  Ooh tough one. I guess right now, in order of favorite to least favorite, I’d have to go Sodapop, Two-Bit, Steve, Johnny, Ponyboy, Dally, and then finally Darry. But it’s pretty close, and the order changes day by day honestly- I like all of them a lot, y’know? I guess the only one I don’t think about too often is Darry. I still like him and think he’s a really well-written character- I just don’t have a lotta original thoughts about him, is all, whereas I do about all the others. 

5. What are your fave ships?

  In a truly shocking turn of events, I, a frequent draw-er and writer of Stevepop, am going to say Stevepop. I dunno, something about them just makes me happy. Reminds me of like…daydreams I had when I was twelve and crushing on my best friend, and trying to get her attention by doing stupid things and whatever…god I don’t really know how to explain why I like it. Before this fandom I didn’t usually ship things, to be honest. But I guess when I did it’d be stuff like Jesslake in Infinity Train, where it’s the sorta thing that can be seen as platonic or romantic. I reckon Stevepop scratches a similar itch in my brain lol

  But I also really like Marcia x Two-Bit, which I haven’t really talked about here much- They had good chemistry, y’know? I oughta draw something about them sometime

  And then finally there’s my DIY crack-ish ship Soda x Steve x Evie. I like them! It’s all the things I like about Stevepop, plus there’s a cool girl in the mix! I love cool girls! More folks should think about them i think

  I do like other ships okay too- like the Tarry crowd has dragged me in, and sometimes the Jally crowd does too, along with Purly and occasionally Johnnyboy. I’m not an active participant, but when I come across it, I sorta mentally nod and say “nice”, you dig? They’re like…my ship-in-laws. Or like…milk duds and hershey bars- candy I still enjoy, but reach for only after I’m out of milky ways and twizzlers.

7. What are your fave non-romantic relationships? (This can be close friends, familial, enemies or even just acquaintances)

  Two-Bit and Pony! I like them a lot. Their interactions in the book were some of my favorite parts. That line when Two-Bit was worried about Ponyboy using that broken bottle on the Socs…ugh that part was great. I remember reading it for the first time and just sitting there thinking about how much I liked that detail.

  Then on the opposite side of the coin, Steve and Pony lol. I LOVE how Pony doesn’t initially like Dally or Steve, and yet Dally’s chill with Pony…but with Steve the disdain is mutual. Jk I don’t think Steve really hates Pony- but he definitely thinks Pony’s kinda annoying. I like the idea of him watching out for Pony anyways though, like at school especially now that Soda’s not going.

14. Tell us five of your headcanons you basically see as canon

Sodapop has ADHD and maybe (?) dyslexia, but it’s the 60s so he won’t find out till he’s well into adulthood

Marcia gave Two-Bit her real number, and was disappointed when he didn’t call it. I like to imagine they end up remeeting at some point and going out together- even if that’s kinda unrealistic lol

Steve hated Dally when he first rolled into town, because Dally was everything he really wanted to be- tough, cool, and street-smart. And he was also scared of losing Soda, who thought Dally rocked- because Dally’s from New York and rides in rodeos! Eventually they became buddies though when Dally gave Steve a compliment or something. Not even a particularly good one- something like “Hey you ain’t bad at fighting”- just barely enough for Steve to feel like Dally’s earned a little bit of his loyalty. Might write fic/make a comic for this- it’s kinda niche but I think the idea is funny

Steve and Soda secretly listen to the Beach Boys at the DX. They can’t tell anyone because it’s not tuff to like a dumb California band. And Ponyboy would like the Beatles if he listened to them, but he doesn’t, so he won’t realize that until years after Beatlemania has died down

Steve is not just a Ponyboy hater but also a horses-in-general hater. He thinks horses are scary and unpredictable and that cars were invented for a reason. He was secretly relieved when Mr. Curtis stopped Soda from riding rodeos, because seeing Soda on a crazy horse gave him mad anxiety. Pretended he was sad though for Soda’s sake

Thanks so much for asking!! I loved answering these so much lol, definitely let me know your thoughts too on ‘em!

[grease-got-a-hold]

hi!! since i’m new to the fandom i was wondering if you had any outsiders fic recs 🙏 (if not that’s ok too ty!)

DO I EVER 🛐

(all of these will be found on ao3)

•Anti-Hero by Kattyinthetrees

“Ponyboy is taken away from his brothers and his life changes in more ways than he could have ever imagined.”

•Fortunate Sons by mr_snailman

the summary for this one isn’t that specific, basically stevepop post vietnam

•No Permanent Death by holeintheboat

“Ponyboy Curtis, a 29 year old freelance agent, gets caught up in the mafia's business in his attempts to lock up the people who killed his parents. What will he do when he starts to see some familiar faces?”

•A Split Second Later by lester_the_eepy

“Ponyboy knows he isn't supposed to be doing stupid stuff, but if Sylvia wants to give him and Curly a ride home on the last day of school, who's he to reject it?” (papercut/purly)

•don’t you (forget about me) by h311agay

“Just a fic about Johnny and Dally falling in love, taking forever to admit it, then facing the struggles of being two gay men in the 1960s.”

•The Outsider Looking In by Chimera_Hunter

“Ponyboy Curtis was only 8 hours old when his life changed without his knowledge. Fourteen years later he's found but life isn't any easier because of it.”

HAPPY READING ENJOYYYY (HOPE U LIKE AT LEAST ONE) 💋💋

[patchofgrey]

Frequency Chapter 12 snippet

Naruto crossed his arms over his chest. They had gone through all that trouble of deciding to get a ring, then helping him customize it, just to have it sit in his belongings. They have yet to see Tenten wear it. Neji groaned, stating he was going to wait for the opportune moment to present it to her. There was too much stress and things to do for him to pull her aside for that. She was determined to work on her skills for her project, he was trying to assist her in gathering information. 

“Sounds like bitch to me!” Naruto teased. “It’s like you're playing pussy all of a sudden.”

“Wha-”

“Naruto, give him time. He is right, we all have been stressed out.” Lee stepped between the two of them, sensing the shift in Neji’s energy. “Besides, I am sure Neji will fully embrace his youth with Tenten when we are all more relaxed.”

“Why are you so hellbent on being involved in my love life?” Neji huffed, his cheeks fading to a light pink. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

Naruto clicked his tongue. “Dude, you’re the first one in our group who is engaged . You, Tenten, Sakura, Sasuke, and bushy brow are some of the closest friends I have. And you, specifically, are always on my ass about Hinata anyway especially when we started dating. I’m simply returning the favor for my future sister in law.”

The Hyuga prodigy stared hard at the Uzumaki. It was with good intentions, but really he would’ve rather kept it all to himself. Sooner or later, he and Naruto were to be family. He knew Hiashi would instantly approve of their marriage just as the lord had approved of Neji’s choice of partner; it was only a matter of time before Naruto proposed to Hinata himself. A groan escaped his lips, it was really none of his business.

“I already spoke to Tenten,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Once this mess gets sorted out, we will talk about marriage. Not when she’s in the middle of her own family dilemma that could potentially affect all of us in the long run.” 

“All I’m saying is, don’t drag your feet.” Naruto replied.

“That’s rich coming from you. You were completely oblivious to my cousin’s hints all these years and you’re telling me not to drag my feet? Tenten and I have been dating since our last chunnin exams; I think I know what I’m doing.”

Naruto looked at him in surprise. That’s when Neji realized that he had just aged his relationship with Tenten. It was true, they had begun dating not too long after they took the chunnin exams again when they were sixteen. They managed to keep it a secret from most of the group of their peers for quite a long time. The first of their peers to figure it out was Shikamaru, who agreed to keep the discovery to himself. Then, he had a long talk with Gai-sensei and Lee after he saved them from Kisame’s water prison. His affections had saved the group, purly under the responsibility he put on himself to keep Tenten safe from any harm without smothering her. Letting his emotions be open was already difficult for the Hyuga, but it was that situation where Gai-sensei had figured it out himself; how Neji had held her, and didn’t let her go. They worked hard to keep their relationship under wraps, however when they finally decided to make it public, it was after the war. Though one could argue that they did a pretty good job hiding it, it came to no surprise to people when they did make it public. They were always seen as a couple, even if they were pretending not to be. 

“So…all this time, you two-”

“Yes, Naruto.” Neji gave an aggravated sigh. “All this time.” 

“Damn, You guys are wild for that.” The blonde chuckled. “Practically married all this time!”

Neji’s eyes went wide at that comment. He supposed there was some truth to it when he saw their relationship as a bigger picture. A small half smile crept onto his face as he recalled all the times he was confronted about who he was to Tenten. 

“Yes, I suppose you’re right, Naruto.”  

“Of course I am.” The blonde grinned. “And when I’m the uncle to your kids, I will be sure to make sure they know how much of a wuss you were when proposing to their mom!”

As fast as the smile had reached his face, it vanished with the same speed. Neji felt a pit in his stomach and rolled his eyes. He had only spoken to Tenten about children, but hearing it from someone else made it seem more than a mere fantasy of his. Rock Lee saw the shift of emotion on his teammates face and chuckled a bit. Being an adult was hitting them faster than any of them would’ve imagined. 

read the rest here: FF.net | A03

[pumpkinsy0]

U got any the gang and Shepard siblings around purly👀👀tyy

of course i do!!!<333

unlike the gang, tim and angela WILL endorse purly bc 1) it keeps curly out the house so there’s peace n quiet 2)pony keeps him out of like TERRIBLE trouble, he still gets into trouble ofc he’s curly, but it’s not “get in trouble w the law and get the both of use sent to a reformatory”type

the dynamic between all of them is like that one song that goes “u just gonna let them get away w this shit???” “what??? kissin???”

once they were all hanging out n curly n pony were rlly close to each other, not even like kissing or anything like that they were just physically close to each other and comfy as hell, and darry did NOT like that so he was about to kinda shove curly off pony, but tim stopped his hand midway and just gave him this,,,tired look,,,, it was the first time in HOURS curly was quiet and tim had the worst headache

darry just let them b cause he knows that feeling LMAOOOO

now believe it or not angela wants curly to b happy, ik real shocker, but she does!!!! so when any of the gang tries pulling pony away from curly she gives them a death glare and they back off, they say it’s bc she’s a girl and they don’t wanna hurt her but it’s rlly bc she can just b scary as shit 💀💀

sometimes curly whispers things in creole to pony but like ofc pony and the gang have no clue wtf he said but u know who does??? TIM AND ANGELA!!!!

they see pony whisper something in ponys ear and tim and angela either being disgusted or snickering and they just put it together that curlys sayin SOMETHIN interesting, so the gangs goin “tf did he say cmon tell us” and tim and angelas like “nahhh dw bout it it wasnt anything worth repeating”

know how the gang hates curly?? well its the exact opposite with the shepards and pony, even the shepard gang likes the guy they think he's funny, ponys terrified of em but they think he's a good kid, he's pretty chill

like where the darry goes "would u get the fuck out" when curly comes over, tim and angela casually goes "so where pony??" cause he's just a lil guy!!!

one tim and dally were chillin at a bar together and dally went "what's up with you and pony??" and tim just admitted that pony helps keep him sane, unexpected but true!!!

[tiiyapoyoo]

Follow up question!! Do u have an all time fav quote from wsms!

that’s a very hard question omg… and from WSMS too ?? oh god. i don’t think i can do JUST quotes, much less ONE all time favorite. but what i can do is list off my favorite chapters…? or well, my favorite block of quotes from those chapters.

the entirety of chapter nine and everything i quoted from there. i absolutely ADORED that chapter. i loved seeing dallas protecting ponyboy and pony letting himself be vulnerable around dally. it was perfect.

chapter eleven was so bittersweet and the first WSMS chapter to actually get me to tear up and cry. reading from pony’s perspective is always my favorite. legends_never_die gave him such a complex character and with all these conflicting (not to mention angsty) thoughts… it’s everything to me.

i couldn’t stop smiling to myself while reading through chapter sixteen omg. seeing dallas’s character changing and evolving is so fun. the way he was putting in the effort to make pony comfortable despite their circumstances (ahem… living at buck merrill’s..) was so sweet, not to mention going horse riding together. giggling and kicking my feet.

of course chapter seventeen was an iconic moment. that was when i hit the comment character limit for the first time so i’m obviously very proud of it. plus the closet part and the (technically implied but who cares it’s practically canon) “i love you” said by dallas was written so well. then we got purly which was really nice. i’m loving the purly in this fic

i will always love chapter twenty-two for including a DETAILED nyc flashback. like omg yay !!! the way dally said he wouldn’t leave pony (then did) was heartbreaking in the best way possible. then the other half of the chapter was pb&j content which was nice. i love those little moments where pony softens up around johnny and has his back, even if he still feels conflicted about him. plus indirect purly kiss was cute.

i just loved pulling quotes from these chapters and especially since there was SO MUCH CONTENT i loved !!! again, thanks for the ask 🫶

[xeoxov]

Purly fic, wrote on cold medicine at 6am, it’s a piece of work

My first time writing fanfic ever, 1.5k words🎉

Summary: Curly had propositioned Pony out of the blue, I knew he was just trying to keep ponyboy awake by making conversation, but that vodka induced drowsiness was really starting to hit us..

M&m perspective cuz I love him

Warnings: recreational drug and alcohol use ig

“Didn’t you try to flirt with his girlfriend? And that’s why bob tried to drown you of whatever the fuck” Curly had propositioned Pony out of the blue, I knew he was just trying to keep ponyboy awake by making conversation, but that vodka induced drowsiness was really starting to hit us and soon pony would just be dead weight on curlys shitty bed.

When I say “bed” I really mean mattress, it was laying on the floor with no bed frame or sheets, just two pillows and a shitty blanket. He really didn’t keep this place nice.

“God Curls I didn’t flirt with her she talked to me first” Pony chuckled as he responded, he was sprawled out on the bed his head laying atop one of the pillows on curlys lap and his legs on either side of me.

The three of us had been boozing and smoking all night, the room reeked of weed, cigarettes and Tito’s. Cathy woulda killed me if she caught wind of her little brother m&m buming around the east side like this, but I couldn’t find it in me to care, too excited for pony to get enthralled into another one of his drunk ramblings.

“Well did u have a thing for her er what? I know if I were you I’d fuckin hate that skank” Curlys natural vulgarity kinda just came out whenever he spoke, so it stopped surprising me when he’d describe girls in a way that’d make my mama disappointed.

Pony glared up at curly trying to show his annoyance through eye contact “She ain’t no skank Curls god, I don’t have a thing for her, didn’t then either really.” Curly just looked down at him unimpressed.

“I can’t even find it in myself to hate her or even dislike her at all.” Pony rolled off the bed and onto his feet trying to avoid the mess of curlys room to flip the record playing in the background to the other side, the more I looked around the more filth I saw, misconstrued shirts and boxers all over the floor, dirty magazines, old cigarette cases and empty liquor bottles, even the “desk” the record player was sat on was filled with random shit covering every inch of its surface. If a fire broke out in here it’s going down with us in it.

I found myself speaking up for the first time in what seemed like the entire night “She acted like you’re some piece of white trash, and you “can’t find it in you” to dislike her.” He’d told me the whole story of what went down his freshman year including his hour long conversation with Sherri Valance, Bob Sheldon’s girlfriend. When pony got up curly changed from sitting cris crossed with pony in his lap, to laying against the wall. We were both staring at him expectantly waiting for his answer, his eyebrows creased as he tried to work through his high and drunken brain to find something meaningful or, philosophical to say.

“Well I can’t find it in myself to dislike her when I know that distain deep down is just envy.” Just as he ended his sentence he reached over and grabbed another joint to light up from curlys desk, it was 1am and we were still going I wondered when pony was gunna turn in for the night. “Envy? What do u wanna be Bob Sheldon’s broad or something?” Ponyboy just ignored Curly as he took another hit of the joint. “Hey pony, don’t you think you should slow down on the weed” Him and curly had already been high when we started drinking together at like ten, who knows when they started.

“No I don’t wanna be a broad asshole, I want her lifestyle” Ponyboy just about started to cough up a lung, and proceeded to clear his throat with liquor, Jesus Christ. “I wanna be disgustingly wealthy” At this point he had the bottle in one hand and the joint in the other as he laid back down on the bed beside curly, he passed me the bottle and curly the joint, and I realized in no way would I make it to first period tomorrow morning, I’m done for.

“I couple months ago I was driving Amber home from the dingo.” Me and curly just looked at each other confused. “Uhhh uknow that soc chick that I talk to in the hallway sometimes, yeah? No? Ugh whatever I was driving her home and we pass this absolute beauty of a house, we’re talking the most gorgeous mid century modern house you’ve ever seen” I seriously doubted Curly knew what the hell ‘mid century modern’ means but neither of us were about to interrupt Pony when he was getting into it. “She’s in the middle of giving me directions to her house and I just stopped the car in front of it, no joke my jaw was dropped and I just gaped at this fucking house.” He was easily the most intoxicated out of all of us, and you could tell from him dropping all his southern niceties and manners, preferring cursing to add emphasis.

He turned his head from me to curly, real drunk smile on his face, and his hands out in front of him to help tell the story “Ok ok picture this, built in the early fifties, wood veneer paneling, peekaboo fences, well maintained grass and flowers, aaand floor to ceiling windows! My lord it was my goddamn dream house, I took the car outta park and kept rambling about the damn house until I dropped her off.” He was pretty much just talking to me as he had his back leaning on curly again, curly just smiled down at him fondly.

“So a couple weeks later Amber shows up at my locker holding a magazine, some Tulsa architecture firms print on mid century modern homes in the city, and one of the highlights is the house. Yeah well wanna guess who it’s owned by.” He doesn’t wait for either of us to respond instead just continuing “George Valance. ‘Bob’s girlfriend’s’ dad, or at least I think it’s her dad I have no idea really.”

“I don’t understand how that ties into not disliking her? If a girl who kinda wronged me lived in my dream house I’d hate her more.” Which was true, I knew so many socs that I ended up hating more once I got to see how good they got to live.

Pony paused again collecting his thoughts before speaking “Because I know if I was in her place I’d be the same, living as someone who thinks themself above others. Like really, just as most of them have no clue how we live every day, most of us know nothing of how they live. For all I know Cherry could be going home to parents as bad as johnnys in her big ole fancy house. But I wanna live the life I picture as hers, filled with mundane problems and free of serious worrying, imagine having heat all winter long and AC in the heat or any other kinds of privileges that comes with being rich and living in a house like that. Why get to know what greasers and hoods go through that makes them end up this way, I’d be blissfully ignorant and happy.”

I looked over to curly to try and assess what he thought of all this, just as I started to notice how different he acts around pony compared to all the other guys, pony got right back to it “If I was some popular pretty girl like her I wouldn’t want some weird nerdy greaser talking to me at school either, it’d tarnish my reputation hah.” Pony put out a sad laugh at the end of it to minimize how much it must’ve actually hurt his feelings when she said that.

Curly stared at him pissed off “No the fuck you wouldnt, yeah you’d be a soc but you’d still be you. You’re the biggest pansy I know, it hurts you to be mean to people, no way would you act like some popular asshole jumping kids and riding in your mustang, just regular old Ponyboy Curtis but with new clothes and hardcover books instead of paperbacks.”

“Yeah I guess maybe id be the same.” Curly denying imaginary soc ponyboys personality bought me back to just how different curly acted around him, sometimes It felt like when it came to pony talking about himself it was always negative, and the second he did curly was right there claiming bullshit.

Geez pony made him soft, that reason alone was why I only hung out around Curly Shepard when ponyboy was around, lord knows he’d probably jump me again if pony wouldn’t get mad at him for it. I had passed out after that, I’ve never been able to handle my liquor.

When I woke up to the bright sunlight coming in through Curlys window, all I could see was ponyboys and curlys sleeping bodies cuddling each other, man if east side kids could afford a camera.

[consumed-by-dally]

12, 14, 15, 17 for the outsiders ask thingy !

✨First Thank you for the questions✨

12. Have you watched the TV Show? Do you plan to? If you have, what’s your opinion on it?

Strangely I haven’t watched the TV show I’ve only watched the movie. I think I’m just too into the movie and honestly don’t know where to buy/watch the TV show. Also what if it sucks I’m scared I wouldn’t recover.

14. Tell us five of your headcanons you basically see as canon

No because this one’s my fav my first is that Johnny in the summer wears a cut off t-shirt/tank top that looks kinda like pony’s ik that’s so stupid but I love it, my second would be that dally definitely has a fake tooth or gold tooth from all the fighting, my third would be that johnny actually has so built up muscle. In the book and movie especially we don’t see a lot of Johnny which is get with the whole abuse and his parents but I do think that he has some sort of lean/muscular build I mean he literally killed bob, my fourth would be that dally definitely helps buck clean up the bar the next morning because he’s a clean freak and we all know it cuts down on his rooms rent, my last one would probably be that the brothers all have some type of matching jewelry that there parents gave them as like a incase your lost you all have this that way they could find each other. I know dang well they never take it off to.

15. Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

First one is definitely that dally is actually good a school and helps Johnny and pony he just gave up with himself, my second would be that Johnny is scared of horses but dally definitely takes him on trail rides because he’s mean out of love, my third is that dally is Russian. I know that hc has been big and I was so freaking excited when I saw it. I honestly love this one so much because I’ve been learning Russian and it just fit him so well, my fourth would be that purly and pony met at track practice and that they always run the 400 together, my last one would be that dally is definitely a clean freak. I’m a clean freak and I just needed him to be a clean freak because he’s my literal comfort character and if I’m not making sad backstories for him I’m to busy turning him into ✨me✨.

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

Honestly no I love the book and it has become such a comfort for me. The book and movie got me through a really hard time/year and it’s just become one of my comfort books so I can’t be salty, the book is my baby. 😭😀🩷

@dumbponyboykinnie I know my pookie hc that dally was Russian to and I just want people to know that as well!!!!

Also I’m so sorry my hc might not be the best at the moment I don’t have them written down because I’m dumb and though that was a great idea I’ll do better I promise 😭🤚🏻 I really had to think back I’m sorryyyyyyyy

[ramennoodlezzzao3]

nobody asked me to answer, but I’m gonna anyways 😝

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

Idk how to do that lol

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I couldn’t find any fics that I wanted bc I’m too specific, so I started writing. It was purely for fun and I wasn’t fully thinking about the fact that people might actually read it AND enjoy it lol

  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

me and some of my moots from TikTok created this playlist lol (it’s, like, 14 hours long)

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? Idk what that means but ima go off of what I’m thinking and that is just editing while proof reading and I enjoy it! 10/10

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🙏👉😁🔥💀 (no, it’s not abt the burning church 💀🙏)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

I’m new here, I have no EXTREMELY close moots so idk. But @paul-ster seems pretty chill so probably them (

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I HAVE SO MANY I LOVE! But if I had to choose rn Soracha for the author and “Ron Weasley and His First Year at Hogwarts” by snoopy_owl. Two of my favs!

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 

none, believe it or not. I constantly check it for ao3 updates. But I also have three separate yt accounts so I get regular emails abt comments and updates and I normally check them everyday. The only exception is one email I use for spam sites like grammarly, that email has 408 unread emails.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@fictionalcharactergraveyard

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

ooo, neither tbh. Unless its a one-shot or a mini fic where I add a S/O or like my unpublished Uber fic where I had to add several OG characters, I don’t like adding new ones bc I think it disrupts the story a lot and I normally don’t read fics when people do that. And personally, unless it’s the ones that are supposed to be halrious and satire, I think self-inserts are kinda cringey bc most people who write them over-sexulize the characters and add weird stuff in that makes me cringe (key word: MOST not ALL) but also I just cant imagine myself dating someone let alone my comfort characters.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I don’t think I have any

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

I just can’t get into the writing mood. But when I start it’s really hard to stop

  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

PURLY! I love to think Curly calls pony “Mi Amor” or like calls him pet names in Spanish. I think it’s really cute

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

literally don’t be fake as hell. Don’t be all shy and sweet like, if you are comeback or Yapping king/queen then tell me bc we can yap together. Like, If I can call you Pookie within the first four interactions, we are besties, considered us married at that point

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I’m redecorating my room, I got a new puppy, and- wait, bitch, who gives a fuck, let’s be honest 💀🙏

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

can’t say bc it’s an unpublished chapter of a on going fic 😝

  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Harry Potter is kinda an ass

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t write anything too bizarre so I can’t think of anything

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

strive to accomplish what you set as a goal, not what society set as a standard or a must

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

My comfort character gets ignored hard core, makes new friends, get into shenanigans, and then a lot of angst ensues. Who would write it best? Mmm…Fictionalcharacter graveyard or Soracha

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

if you have a scene you want to write for a fic, start writing it but ONLY WRITE THE DIALOGUE. You can add who said it but I do it all the time and it gives me new ideas and gradually helps me continue a fic. It’s also easier to add detail in between when you are focused on that instead of getting to the next dialogue scene.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

Nick Sturniolos iconic “Then he will taste the rainbow while he goes out”

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

“I LOVE THIS, I CAN’T WAIT FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER!” Then they go on an entire yap session about how they think the fic will turn out or parts they’re excited for. It always makes me happy to see someone enjoy my hobby as much as I do even though we have different perspectives 🤭

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Alr, ik im gonna get backlash but i cant stand Cherry Valence. 1. I will give it to her, she’s a downright badass.

2. her hair is really pretty

3. She was nice to pony at the drive in, I’ll give her some points (still don’t like her too much tho)

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

Not much. Okay, this is gonna sound so fricking clique but that last lie I told was “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired” even though I know damn well I’m probably depressed asf

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

I have only older siblings and every time one moves out, I stop talking to them so I don’t become the annoying youngest sister, so I’m afraid their gonna forget about me, and they probably will. I only have two siblings that still live with me so that’s only two more people left to forget me before I’m totally alone lol. (Depressed, see?)

  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

book writers that can describe really well.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I think I’m too impatient and give myself an unrealistic deadline for stuff

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I like them a lot!

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

I’ll add that later lol

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

it was a name my family wouldn’t be able to find. I’m embarrassed to write bc my family LOVES to pick out your insecurities and hobbies and never let you live them down.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

again, I’m new here, so nobody here is my “supporter” but @shae-pine has liked all of my posts so ig them? I got to say, that “The Youngest (The Favorite)” fic I really liked! Ur also just the sweetest person ever! 😭🫶🏻

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I have 7 (I had 8 but my cat passed away yesterday, RIP in the comments for Sophie 🩵)

I won’t post pics because that’s a large file 😭🙏

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I DONT HAVE THE LINK BUT I LOVE THIS

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

self insert, too much OOC scenes, pairings I don’t like, oc’s/characters unless it’s the character I’m reading abt, pure smut or p*rn, over sexulization or romanticizing R*pe, over detailed non-con, specific characters are dead, and the fic doesn’t focus on a character that I wanna read about.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

can you pls write something with purly where curly hurts pony’s feelings and they argue but then curly tries everything to get pony to forgive him :))) basically super angsty with a happy ending

Hi anon! Sorry this took so long but it's also way longer than I anticipated so I hope it lives up to expectations. It's also not edited so please excuse any typos. Please lmk what you think xx

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“Fuck off, Curly!”

Curly has been told to fuck off a lot in his life. In fact, he’d even say he’s been told to fuck off by Ponyboy a lot in his life- but until now Ponyboy’s never meant it. Not really.

Now though, with his dreamy eyes blazing and his hands curled into fists it’s clear that Pony means it and Curly has well and truly fucked everything up. Tim was right- he really does ruin everything.

“Pony-”

He’s cut off when Pony takes a swing at him, and just barely manages to duck out of the way. It’s a testament to how much he likes Ponyboy and how sorry he is that he doesn't swing back. Restraint is not something he was raised with in the house where he learned to meet violence with violence because it’s better to leave a mark on someone else than to take all that hurt without dishing out your own.

Still. It doesn’t mean he’s not angry.

“Can you just fucking talk to me? I said I was sorry!”

“And I told you to fuck off, so fuck off!” Pony rages back, “You come anywhere near my house an’ I’ll set Darry after ya with a baseball bat! Me’n you are done Curly Shepard! Done!”

He storms off and Curly lets him because he’s lost a lot of people in his fifteen years and knows the look Pony just gave him is as final as any coffin being lowered into the ground or any car disappearing around a street corner.

Suddenly, he has the horrible urge to cry. Instead, he bites the inside of his cheek hard until it floods with the taste of iron and makes his way to the liquor store, eager to forget everything that’s just happened and everything he’s just lost.

The broad behind the counter doesn’t seem to get the hint untill he pulls out his switchblade and makes it clear he isn’t asking to leave with the whiskey, he’s telling her he is. She yells after him, something about cops and trouble and Curly doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything. 

Tim finds him when he’s drank at least a third of the bottle, chucking rocks at passing trains and spoiling for a fight. He’s close enough to Brumly territory it won’t be hard to find one if he really goes looking, and Marshall Decicio and him tussle often enough all he’d have to do is look at him wrong, but apparently Tim isn’t in the mood to have to drag him off of someone or out of a bar tonight because he pulls up in the beat up old pickup truck and tells him to get in.

For a second he thinks about refusing, about pissing Tim off too so he’d leave him alone like he deserves, but Tim is not the sort to take no for an answer and Curly wants to fight but doesn’t want to fight him, so he relents and gets in. Tim doesn’t say much, but Curly can tell that he knows, and the shame that bubbles up in him makes it so he can’t even look at him.

Ma is holding court in the living room when they get home, high as a kite at three in the afternoon, her buddies all in a similar state. She’s got some of the good stuff out on the table and for a second Curly considers reaching for it, considers taking something that will grant him a far better oblivion than the one his bottle has yet to offer, despite the fact it’s now almost half empty. 

Tim yanks him away before he can.

“I know you love him,” he says, and Curly’s heart fucking sinks because he does, even if he couldn’t say it, and now Ponyboy wants nothing to do with him ever again, “but don’t go down a road you can’t come back from just ‘cause you don’t wanna feel it right now.”

“But-”

“No.” He can’t quite decipher the look in Tim’s eyes through his boozed up haze, “You’re not Ma, Curly. Don’t let yourself be.”

He half tosses half drags Curly to his room then, and Curly considers climbing out the window just to be a shit, but it’s warm in here, and Angel isn’t home right now so for once he has the room to himself. Him’n Pony could’ve been hanging out here, if Curly hadn’t been such a monumental asshole.

Hours later, when Angela gets back she finds him on the floor, lighting match after match just to blow them out again, his whiskey near empty at his feet. He’d thrown most of it up around the same time he choked a lot of it down, and while it hasn’t done much to get Ponyboy out of his head it sure has dulled any plans to go out again and do something stupid. He’d tried standing a little while ago and discovered he couldn’t seem to walk right. 

“Idiot,” Angel says when she sees him, but it lacks any of her usual scorn, and not for the first time Curly thanks his unlucky stars that Angel- who isn’t soft for anyone- can sometimes be soft for him. When he needs her, and sometimes even when he doesn’t.

She grabs his latest lit match and uses it to light herself a cigarette, before hauling him to his feet and dumping him on his mattress. 

“You ain’t gonna puke are you?”

“Already did,” Curly mumbles, suddenly feeling more sick than he has in a while and Angel just nods, sitting next to him and pulling her knees to her chest.

She’s small, like him, always has been but she makes up for it by having a big attitude and a big temper, and right now, a big protective streak. 

“You okay?”

And, no, Curly thinks it’s pretty obvious he isn’t.

Angela nods. “I uh, I heard what happened.”

A fresh wave of guilt claws its way up Curly’s throat. 

“It’s stupid,” Angela continues, and Curly snaps his head up to stare at her. He’d made fun of Pony’s dead best friend. It was cruel was what it was, and Curly has never known how not to be cruel, but there's no one he’d tried not to hurt as much as Ponyboy and then he’d gone and hurt him anyway. 

You ruin everything. Tim’s words from a week ago echo in his head again and he bites his cheek again to stave off the tears. 

“Stupid or not,” Curly hears his breath hitch, “he ain’t ever gonna speak to me again.” 

Angela fixes him with a glare. She’s good at that. 

“Make him.”

“Angel-”

“Are you a Shepard or not? You know well as I do that if you want something you have to take it.”

“Oh sure,” he rolls his eyes but stops immediately when it makes his brain hurt, “I’ll just go over to the Curtis place and start chattin’ while Darrel Curtis beats my head in.”

“Jesus, quit bein’ a drama queen, that's Ponyboy's job. Yours is to fix this.” She rolls her eyes, “Or don’t. Go ahead and rot for all I care.” 

She climbs to her feet, scrubbing a hand through his hair before she leaves, muttering under her breath about how this is the last time she tries to help him with anything.

Curly grins. He’d never admit it, but Angel really is his best friend in the whole damn world, for all she’s a bitch of the highest degree. She knows the score. 

Suddenly, it’s easy to fall into a dreamless sleep.

When Curly wakes the next morning, head pounding and mouth drier than Tim’s sort of humour, he’s ready. It’s time to put his plan into action. 

If getting out of bed was torture, walking into WIll Rodger’s high school has to be his own personal hell. He can already barely stand this place when he isn’t violently hungover, but Ponyboy will be here and Curly only ever wants to be where he is, even if they aren’t speaking right now.

They only have two classes together- spanish, where Curly usually sits beside him and whispers dirty things in his ear Pony has long since learned not to ask the teacher to translate for him- and phys ed. Pony’s too smart for them to be in anything else together, and PE isn’t until the end of the day. No way is Curly sticking around that long.

So spanish it is.

He’s fifteen minutes late when he walks into the class but the teacher just sighs and tells him to take a seat. Honestly, Curly thinks the old guy’s got a soft spot for him. He used to think it was because he speaks spanish already so the teacher didn’t much have to worry about trying to teach him, but Angel speaks it too and Mr. Dimirend can’t stand her so Curly doesn’t know. Must be his irresistible charm.

His usual seat is taken by a blond haired soc Curly decides is his new enemy number one, so he takes an empty seat at the back of the class and gets to work making spitballs.

The first is a direct hit, landing in Pony’s slicked back hair and sticking there, but the guy’s got a mop that could rival Curly’s own and he doesn’t seem to feel it. Spitball two goes wide, then Mr.Dimirend sets them a speaking task and everyone turns to their seat partner and starts talking in a horrible bastardization of Curly’s beloved native tongue, so he gets distracted by sending spitballs at the worst of them. Honestly, this is supposed to be an AP class. You’d think they’d at least try and roll their ‘r’s. 

Socy Blond McFuckface is trying and failing to ask Ponyboy what his favourite colour is when Curly’s spitball lands right in his wide open mouth and the kid gags, immediately spitting and starting to choke. Curly rolls his eyes. it’s not like he’s gonna die from a spitball.

Of course the whole thing kind of becomes a deal, and Mr.Dimirend looks kind of concerned, but Ponyboy is stifling laughter so the whole thing is kind of worth it, even when he gets detention- at least, it’s worth it until he tries to meet Pony’s gaze and share the joke and Pony pointedly refuses to look at him, jaw tightening as he turns back to the front. 

Curly gets up and walks out of class, deaf to Mr. Dimirend yelling after him. What does it even matter? It’s not like he doesn’t already know how to conjugate verbs in the conditional future tense.

Besides, he’s got a more important conditional future to worry about right now.

Phys ed isn’t until the end of the day, but Tim isn’t here to make him go to his other classes so Curly sure as hell isn’t gonna. He thinks maybe he might go key some socs car in the lot just to feel something. Or maybe he’ll try and find Bryon Douglas so he can beat the shit out of him.

“Curly Shepard I know that’s not you skippin’ your english class right now.”

Despite himself, Curly grins.

 “Me? Skip class? C’mon Miss D, you know I’d never,” he drawls, giving his best impression of Angel’s wide eyed innocent look, “I gotta keep all them dirty hoods in line.”

The lunch lady shakes her head, giving him her best unimpressed look even as her black eyes twinkle. Curly doesn’t respect pretty much any adult figure, but he can’t help but like Miss D. She reminds him a bit of how abuela used to be whenever she was sober and before she went senile. Except she’s a lot smaller than abuela ever was, and her skin is a few shades darker than abuela’s, closer to his own shade than to Tim or Ma’s. 

Miss D tilts her head, sizing him up. He fully expects her to frog march him to his english class, scolding him all the while in her native Tamil that he wouldn’t comprehend but would understand just the same. 

“Come with me,” she says instead, tuning on her heel, and Curly knows better than to argue. Usually with the aunties or grandmothers it’s best to do as he’s told.

Miss D leads him through the back door of the cafeteria and through the kitchen, all the way to a tiny back room that’s probably used for prep if the walk in fridge and counter space is any indication. She pulls down a cutting board and parks him in front of it, dropping a pile of tomatoes beside him.

“Here.” She passes him a knife (and isn’t that a bold choice), “Slice them into circles for me.”

“If I’d known you was gonna set me to work I mighta taken my chances with the english class.” 

He wouldn’t and Miss D knows it, because she simply raises an eyebrow at him. Curly picks up a tomato and starts chopping.

Miss D. gets her own cutting board set up, her slices a lot faster and more even than Curly’s, before she speaks.

“You are upset.” She’s not asking, and for the millionth time Curly wonders how she seems to always know everything, “Why? What did you do?”

Curly glares down at the cutting board and slices a tomato a tad harder than is probably necessary. 

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie to me, boy.”

The words are severe but her tone is kind. He’s always been comforted by her accent, a remnant of her life back in Ceylon, so different from abuela’s but alike in how different is it from the drawl of everyone else in the american south. Maybe that’s why she can always manage to get him to spill his guts, even when he doesn’t really want to. Abuela used to be able to make him do the same.

“My best buddy is mad at me,” he admits, and it sounds stupid but it isn’t because Pony is his best buddy but he is also more than that, so much more, and he can’t lose the only person who seems to like him no matter how stupid or reckless or strange he is. He can’t. 

Miss D hums. “And why is he mad?”

“I did something stupid,” Curly admits, the shame welling in his chest along with the urge to go and do something dumb to forget about it, “we were arguing and I said something mean. Like, horribly mean. I forgot that he ain’t Angel or Tim, that it wasn’t like at home where it’s no holds barred and we just move on, yknow? I forgot he wouldn’t realize I didn’t mean it, not really. His house-” he hesitates, struggling to put stuff into words. Feelings have never made sense to him, and now is no exception, “his house ain’t like mine, y’know? Every fight in his family ain’t a fight for survival so he don’t ever say stuff like what I said to him, and I-I ruined it. He’s the best buddy I ever had and I ruined it, the way I ruin everything.”

“I see,” Miss D says, scooping his chopped tomatoes into a bin, and waving him to follow her into the kitchen, “that seems like a difficult situation.”

“Whatever.” Curly says, sick and tired of being vulnerable and mad Pony makes him this way, “I don’t care.”

“Now you aren’t just lying to me, you’re lying to yourself.” 

“It ain’t a lie.” Curly lies.

Miss D shakes her head as she drops a basket of fries into the fryer, the tomatoes waiting on the counter. Must be burger day then- for anyone who can aofford it that is. 

“We were having such a good chat. Don’t run away from me now.”

Curly shakes his head, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Curly Shepard,” suddenly she’s in front of him, her twinkly dark eyes staring into his own blue ones, “you listen to me now, and you listen good. You do not ruin everything. Some things, yes. You are not always a good boy. But I have yet to hear of an instance where Ponyboy Curtis has not forgiven someone he cares about.”

Curly’s eyes widen, “how did you-”

“I hear much of the school gossip,” Miss D dismisses, waving a hand, “I work in the cafeteria. And you do not have many friends. It was not hard to guess.”

Geez. He really is pathetic when it comes to Ponyboy if even Miss D knows they’re buddies. No wonder Angel rags on him for it. 

“Now,” Miss D. continues, “did you apologize to him?”

“Yes! I said I was sorry.”

“That is not always the same thing.”

Curly thinks back to their argument, to the way Pony’s eyes had darkened, hurt and anger flashing across his face, thinks of the moment he realized he might lose him, of his own desperate pleas, of ‘please, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean it’, of ‘Pony c’mon’ of ‘I said I was sorry’. Maybe Miss D is right. Maybe he didn’t mean it, not like he should have. He said it because he regretted it yes, but he said it for himself, because he was afraid to lose Pony, not because Pony deserved to hear it.

“Here,” Miss D hands him a plate of fries, “youve got ten minutes to eat these before your next class, and you’d better not be late.”

“Thanks Miss D.” He doesn’t just mean for the food. Evidently she understands because she gives him a small, warm smile and ruffles his hair before getting back to work. 

Curly eats his fries and goes to class.

Geography is a bullshit course at the best of times, but at least it gives Curly time to think. The thing is, he’s not sure he’s ever properly apologized for anything in his life. He’s not really sure how to do it. For one thing, he’s rarely sorry for anything he does. For another, remorse in the Shepard house consists of stealing each other stuff until forgiveness is granted with a pat on the back or the ruffling of hair. They don’t really do the whole ‘talking things out’ thing. But the Curtis’ do. Ponyboy does. So Curly figures he better figure it out, and quick.

He scrawls some stuff down while the teacher drones on about continents and whatnot, but nothing sees good enough and after his fourth attempt he gives up and starts entertaining himself by pinning the braid of the soc girl in front of him to his desk with his switchblade. She squeals like a piglet and gets yanked back into her seat when she tries to stand up and Curly laughs so hard he almost forgets his knife when he beats it outta there. The girl’s preppy looking soc boyfriend tries to chase him but Curly’s gone before the guy even makes it to the door, melting easily into the crowd in the hallway. 

He skips chemistry in favour of dicking around and smoking with some of the guys he knows from the drag race scene, since Mrs. Costen still hasn’t really forgiven him for pulling the chemical shower last week. The hour passes far too quickly and suddenly he’s in the changeroom, getting ready for PE, and focusing very hard on not sneaking glances at where Pony is lounging about shirtless and chatting with one of the guys from the track team.

Curly kind of wants to throw something. It has absolutely nothing to do with the way Ponyboy’s bare shoulders look or the way he tilts his head when he laughs.

Jesus, it’s goddamn indecent. He should put a shirt on.

Curly changes quickly and leaves before he does or says something else he’ll regret. If he sneaks one more look as he goes at the way Ponyboy’s back muscles flex as he pulls a t-shirt over his head, well, thats no ones business but his own.

Mr.Harris, the gym teacher, is smart for all he is the most annoying fucking teacher Curly has ever had the misfortune of having- and that includes the bitch back in fifth grade who tried to tape his hands to the desk after he put a frog down Carmen Sanchez’ shirt during reading time.

However, Mr.Harris is also apparently going to be his saving grace today, because after he reminds them that they’re doing their wrestling unit (which is dumb, because ground fighting ends a lot easier when you can punch, kick, and aim for the balls) he very carefully goes through the class and paires up people who are unlikedly to actually take it too seriously- that is to say, socs get paired with other socs, and greasers get paired with other greasers.

“Curtis,” Mr.Harris says, “you’re with Shepard. Make sure to show him what we went over since Monday, I don’t have time to reteach those who think chronic absences are some sort of joke.”

“Actually sir-” Pony starts to protest, but Harris moves on, completely ignoring him. Which, hey, no one- especially not judgy old Mr. Harris- gets to ignore his Ponybabe, which Curly would be more than willing to tell him if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure Pony was about to ask him to switch partners. 

“Ponyboy-”

“Don’t.”

“Pony-”

The next thing Curly knows he’s flat on his back on the mat, the wind knocked out of him, and Pony is on top of him, twisting him into a pretzel and not in a fun way.

“That’s called a double leg takedown.” Pony says, breath hot on Curly’s cheek, his eyes hard as emeralds and Curly has never been so simultaneously confused and remorseful and turned on in his life.

They get to their feet. 

“Pony please-” Curly tries, and he’s back on the mat again. Shit he can’t be doing this, rough housing with Pony does things to him, always has, even if Pony’s being more rough than playful. Scratch that maybe especially then.

He should not be thinking about this right now. He’s supposed to be apologizing.

“That’s a single leg takedown.”

Pony’s breath ghosts over hi ear and he shivers.

They set up again. This time Curly is ready, if not prepared. Pony lunges in, and Curly grabs for him but not before Pony sidesteps and throws him down sideways, hastily pinning him before Curly can sit up.

“That’s a hip toss.”

“Jesus,” Curly wheezes, “I get it, you can thow me around with your fancy wrestlin’ moves. You gonna talk to me yet?”

Ponyboy responds by tackling him again.

Fine. So that’s how it’s gonna be. Pony tosses him twice more, once with what Curly is calling a lucky hit and once with some move called a fireman carry that might be the hottest thing Curly���s ever seen. The next time, Curly manages to grab Pony’s leg and hold on tight, driving into him with his shoulder until Pony trips back and they crash together onto the mat, rolling until Curly’s half sitting on top of him, holding Pony’s wrists so he can’t shove him off.

“Please will you just talk to me?”

Pony glares and then turns his head away pointedly ignoring him.

“Please,” Shepards don’t beg but Curly’s begging now, “please, just hear me out. I’m real sorry, I swear it. I owe you a proper apology, I know it. Just give me a chance.”

Green eyes meet blue, softening just a bit, and Curly thanks his unlucky stars that Ponyboy Curtis is ten times the man he will ever be.

“Fine. After class.”

Curly doesn’t care that he gets tackled for the rest of class. It feels like he’s winning anyway.

The bell rings and Curly follows Ponyboy to the changeroom, sneaks a glance at the guy’s collarbone, and prepares himself for the most important conversation of his life.

“Well?” Pony says, once they’ve both lit a cigarette, his free hand shoved deep in the pocket on his blue jeans.

“I”m sorry,” Curly starts,taking a deep drag and looking anywhere but at him, “I didn’t mean what I said but I still shouldna said it in the first place. It was shitty an’ it was meant to hurt you and I swear if you’ll give me another chance I’ll never try and hurt you again. I mean it. I can’t promise I won’t hurt you by accident but I’ll never do it on purpose.”

Pony considers him, head tilted like it does whenever he thinks really hard or laughs without thinking. He’s not laughing now though, but his eyes aren’t as murderous as earlier so Curly thinks that’s probably a good sign.

“That it?”

“No,” Curly swallows. He knows how badly this next part could go, how much Pony had cared about Johnny Cade, how bringing him up is still the surest way to get him all riled up, “I, uh, I never told you I’m sorry about what happened to Cade, but I am. He and I never got along but I know he was your best friend and I’ve been thinkin’ about it since yesterday and if I ever lost my best friend,” he gives Pony a significant look and Pony rolls his eyes, “I don’t think I could stand it. I swear i’ll never say anything like what I said again.”

“That’s right you won’t.” Pony says, and there’s a dark promise in those words, “I appreciate you sayin’ what you said just now, but you don’t get to talk about him. Never again, savvy? You hated him and he hated you. I know it, Soda knows it, hell, everyone does. So you keep his name out of your mouth, alright? I don’t want you in my memories of him, even if you’re gonna be nice about it from now on”

“I savvy.” Curly agrees. It’s true he and Cade couldn’t ever stand each other. Still, they’d both cared for Ponyboy, so Curly will keep his name out of his mouth, for Pony’s sake. “Promise.”

Pony nods and his shoulders relax just a bit. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So…we’re cool?”

At that Pony laughs outright, and Curly feels the weight that’s been sitting on his chest since yesterday finally lift. His Ponyboy is back. 

“Yeah,” Ponyboy’s smile is soft, “we’re cool. Now let’s get some food. I’m starvin’ and you owe me a milkshake.”

Curly grins and follows him, not caring where they’re going. As long as he’s with Ponyboy he’s exactly where he wants to be.

[johnnycadeswolfiebae]

Outsiders snz hcs

⚠️ SNZ warning, Stevepop warning, Purly-(Pony curly) warning ⚠️

ok ok so we all like the outsiders but….how would these mfs snz?

Darry: Def like 100% dad snzer. Like-“Hah-ATCHOO!!” But if he’s sick it’s like-“Heh-AH-AtcHOOOO!!” He would also be the type to hold it in till he can’t like:”Heh-eh-s-soda….c-ah-an y-you h-hah-hand m-me-the-t t-ti-sues?”.

Dally: I picture him as the type who would sneeze like-,”Huh-eh-eh-ETCHOU!” Like massive buildups…but if he’s getting sick, he sneezes like a girl like,”Heh-eh-etchya!”.

Two-bit: I picture him as the one whose sneezes come on unknowingly. Like this guy would me eating chocolate cake and just -“heh-achoowie! Oh man my cake”. He’d be a sick snz of,”Huh-Umptsh!” Or “Atchooya!! Oh that was a big one”. He’d also like sometimes forget to cover—(I support the ADHD Two-but and Soda HCS) and just not realize it till someone gets mad.

Steve: Ok so we all know this man has the big nose, and a big nose would lead to an easy snzer. So he’d be like-“Hah-atcho!” Or “Hya-Tchou!”. He would also sick snz like-“Hup-tsschou!” Like massive snot snzer. Also has bad hayfever. (Soda learned this the hard way when they went on a date—YES IMA STEVEPOP SUPPORTER)

Soda: Ok so he’d be the shy person when it comes to sneezing. He’d like stifle it and be like-“Heh-eh-eh-*sniff* ah-IMPSH!! (Stifles snz)” he’d like pinch his nose to stifle it. Even when he’s sick it sound the same-“IMPSH!, UMPH!, Heh’ngxst!” But Steve/Darry sometimes get concerned and will try to have Soda not stifle so much. So when he doesn’t stifle, it’s more of a-“Heh-Ietch!, Eh-heETCHO!”.

Curly-(bc he’s Pony’s bf in my opinion and the other Purly Shepard supporters): he’s more like a rare sneezer but will sneeze in fours if getting sick. “Ha-AtPschoU!, Hya-Chtsou!, AtchshoU!, Huh-TCHOO!”. So yes to the various snzer Pony be like:”Babe, your sick”

Curly like:”Ugh fine” . So he’s like a slight spray sneezer who LITERALLY hates covering. Poor EVERYONE like when he’s sick, Darry makes him just go in pony’s room and stay there so he doesn’t get anyone else sick.

Johnny: Ok ok onto the smol baby bean, I picture him as the sensitive AF nose. So like he’s allergic to EVERYTHING sinus wise besides cats or dogs. Mostly seasonal, candle scents or perfume, AND DEFINITELY FLOWERS! Like this bean would be walking around with Pony in the field of Windrexxville (idk if I spelled that right) and would start sneezing like crazy when Pony showed Johnny some Sunflowers. He’s like a “heh-eytch!, chu~! Yeh-pshuo~! Atcho~!” So like a variety sneezer. He sometimes gets teased by the gang bc his literal sneezes are puppy sneezes. (Sounds same when sick) he’s also be like a mini-spray sneezer, his sneezes would only get messy if he’s sick. Poor bean..

Pony: He’s that type who literally stifles automatically. So he’d be like-“Heh-Ngh'KXT!, Huh-Xgst!” Or if he is sick and can’t stifle-“Heh-itsh! Huh-etcgxcho!” (He will try to avoid not stifling). He’d for sure be the type who always pinches his nose when he sneezes. If he’s sick, he regrets punching his nose to sneeze bc literally snot flies out his nose. Poor pony.

Sorry to those who wanted the socs……..let me see what I can do!

Marcia:”Heh-Atcho~!” So like very dainty and smoll like Johnny kinda.

Cherry:”Hi-Atchshou!” Spray kinda, also ladylike.

Bob:…….Haha he’s dead! But he’s the:”Achooo!” Like 0 concern for covering. Literally gets whole class sick

Randy:”Heh-EtchUU~!” Gets teased bc he sound like a girl

Ok so…….is that everyone? lol nope! Tim:”Heh-ACHOO!” Loud like Darry

Buck:”Yap-tshco!” Always a drunk sounding sneeze.

OK I THINK THAT IS IT! BYE!

STAY GOLD BITCHES! (I don’t mean that in a mean way!)

[rileyh20]

Do you write purly (ponyboy x curly if u don’t know) cause I was just wondering if you could write me a purly fic where they break up and it’s sad and they both get comfort from their siblings and friends and all that jazz

If so thanks!

If not, ok!

I could totally do that! If you wanted to, you could put in the replies who you are so I can tag you when the first chapter is finished?

Either way, it might take a few days up to even maybe a month (Just depends) for it to come out

But I can totally do that for you!

[every-marveler-ever]

"Anyone could see that the Prince was charming. The only one for me.”

Fluffbruary Day 18 | @fluffbruary | Film

Marvel Rare Pair Valentine’s Mini Bingo | 💘 @marvelrarepairbingo2022 | Dramatic Proposal

Tony Stark Bingo Mark VI | 😒 @tonystarkbingo | PICTURE

Sam Wilson Bingo Round 3 | 🪶 @samwilsonbingo | Marriage Proposal

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: General WARNING: N/A

A/N: This was inspired by this beautiful animation by Kayla Coombs (who in my mind is the person Sam commissions (that or Steve)) of which a Husband proposed to his wife durnign Sleeping Beauty.

Sam and Tony watch Snow White and The Seven Dwarfts, but Tony is fairly sure that it’s not Snow White on screen, because he never remembers a proposal in the movie. | Sam Wilson/Tony Stark

fluffbruary 2023 | mrprp 💘 valentine's mini bingo | tsb 😒 mark vi | swb 🪶 round 3

Malibu is different for Sam, especially in the winter, since the house rebuild and the remodelling Tony suggested they come out for a weekend trip, away from the tower and the team just purly Tony and Sam. Despite it being Tony’s idea Sam can still find him in the lab over the 3 days that they stay in the winter, they always have dinner and go to bed together but it is peaceful to do their own things during the day.

Just maybe not today.

“Come watch a flim with me?” Sam leans on the labs door, looking at his boyfriend with adoration in his eyes, as Tony walks through the lab, headset on, black shirt, musles on point (which is a physical gain for Sam).

It’s not their annivevasary, nobodies birthday, but yet it feels like a special moment between them as Tony looks toward Sam. It’s sweet that even when they are in malibu and away from work so Tony can do whatever they want Sam can still convince him out of the lab. “When did you become such a film consour?” Tony teases turning off the holograms infront of him, taking off they ear pieces that control the nanobots of his newest suit.

Smiling Sam moves closer Towards Tony, bith of them meeting in the middle of the lab, “I haven’t had much else to do while we are here, and I thought I should take advantage of the cinema.” Sam brings his arsm around Tony’s shoulder, “I think you should take advantage of it with me,” Sam smiles brgiglht brushing his noes against Tony’s. 

It doesn’t take much more convincing then that.

Tony smiles kissing him on the cheek, shutting down everything around him, “sounds like a plan.”

.

They sit down to watch Snow White as Sam declares that it should be their new years revolution as couple they should watch every disney movie, Tony just laughs. 

“So we are starting with Snow White then?” Tony questions sitting down on a recliner cinema chair, monovouring his popcorn and drink to make sure they don’t spill at the couple sits down. 

Sam corrects with a smile, “Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, actually,” it’s casual as he begins to munch on popcorn before it all even begins, leaning into to Tony’s embrace. The movie rolls without them even needing to ask JARVIS, opening on Snow White singing by the well.

.

Tony is shocked as Sam is crying in his arms as Snow White is placed into the glass coffin, but then something changes, the prince shows up and it’s not prince, well he is in prince gear but he looks a lot like Sam. The camera shift towards the coffin where Snow White is to lay but it isn’t Snow White, it’s a guy, a guy in very similar resemblance to Tony Stark. Prince Sam wakes up Prince Tony and the movie stops as Prince Sam gets on one knee, and Tony is so confused by the movie that he doesn’t realise that real life Sam does the same thing.

Tony on the screen seems frozen in time as he’s only just woken up and now the prince he had been destined for is proposing to. 

The screen zooms in, lonney toons style and Prince Tony winks at him as the screen reading, ‘To Be Continued’ and it takes until them before he looks down a hand flying to his mouth. Sam is on one knee aswell, a ring box in his hand, opening up to a gorgeous gold ring with a ruby jewel encrusted into it.

“Tony from the day I met you I saw a future with you, once Rhodey introduced you as a menace I knee that I wanted you to be my menace. I wanted you to annoy me everyday, and have the experience of attempting to get you to sleep and sleep beside you in a much comfier bed then a camp single.” Tony is crying now, because the ring is beautiful and the speech is gorgeous, and Sam put so much effort into the proposal and the movie and it is very much them.

“Tony Stark will you be my menace, my partner, and my best friend for life? Will you marry me?”

Tony nods with a whispered out, “yes!” Which leaves Sam jumping for joy into Tony’s arms placing the ring on his finger, “no we’ll have to get you a ring of you own,” Tony tells Sam, happy to have his finance in his arms, and the ring doesn’t way him down as much as he thought ut ever would.

Sam smiles kissing Tony once again, “sounds like a future plan.” 

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