#i love how when you’re in the ponyboy seat

[thetireonstageright]

for anyone who has been in the ponyboy seat: did it feel like you were in time out when you were sitting at the back of house waiting until they escort you to your seat?? no?? just me??

[callme-holly]

Hello there, I saw you were taking requests, (free feel to ignore this) but I was wondering if you could do a younger version of the gang and a younger. Meeting when they were kids, like really cute, and the gang and reader having crushes. Like very childish. Hope you have a great day!

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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

a/n: this is so cute i canttttt

Darry Curtis:

You and Darry first meet each other when you’re around 10. You both spotted each other in the playground, and he was already incredibly responsible and serious, looking after his brothers and chasing after them. 

You first spoke when his younger brother Sodapop knocked you over and you scraped your knee. Darry was very quick to help you, and like the little gentleman he is, he apologised profusely and checked you over, cleaning you off.

After that, he made it his job to protect you and wouldn’t let a single kid make fun of you. He definitely had a tiny crush on you and would get flustered anytime you hugged him or smiled at him. 

Sodapop Curtis:

 You met Soda when you were both 8, and he immediately adored you. He developed a little crush on you very quickly and would always bring you little flowers or pictures. 

He was always trailing after you, helping you whenever you needed and making sure you were happy. He loved when you laughed at his jokes and would always try to impress you in different, silly ways. 

He would always gush over you to his mom, telling her how pretty you were and how amazing you were.

Ponyboy Curtis:

You and Pony both met when you were 6 in kindergarten. He was a little shy at first and didn’t tend to talk to many people; however, when you introduced yourself, he very quickly came out of his shell. 

He loved to draw with you or sit and look at all the picture books with you, and the two of you would spend hours together. He’d get nervous whenever you’d hug him or hold his hand, his cheeks flushing pink.

He’d always make sure his seat was next to yours, and if you weren’t, he’d be all sad and pouty for the rest of the day.

Johnny Cade:

You and Johnny first met when you were 7, and he was the most timid, sweetest kid ever. He was very quiet and would always stay on the sidelines, but the moment you started talking to him, his whole face lit up, and pretty soon you were both inseparable.

You became his favourite person in the whole world; you’d share snacks at lunch and hold hands wherever you went. He’d get very flustered around you, his cheeks flushing red, and he’d look away. 

One time, you told him he was your “most favourite friend in the whole world,” and he couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. 

Dallas Winton:

You met Dally at 9, when you caught him getting into some kind of trouble. He was rough and a little guarded, so your first impression of him was that he was rude and not very kind. However, that changed when he protected you at the playground once, and soon you thought the world of him.

He pretended to be too cool for your affection, but he’d secretly get very flustered whenever you’d gush over him. He’d always try to impress you, stealing your snacks or climbing trees to show you how high he could go. 

If someone ever made you upset, he’d go and find them and force them to apologise. 

Steve Randle:

You and Steve met when you were 8, and you thought he was the funniest kid around. He’d always make silly jokes just to hear you laugh or to see you smile, and whenever you did, he’d grin like he’d won a prize.

He’d always race you everywhere, turning everything into a little game, and secretly letting you win almost every single time. He never really gets flustered, and if you ever hug him or hold his hand, he’d just act all smug and cocky. 

Two-Bit Mathews:

You and Two met at 9, and he immediately decided that you were his favourite person to joke around with. He’d always tease you in the sweetest way, pulling on your hair gently and giving you cute little nicknames.

He always enjoyed it when you laughed at his jokes, and one time, he found a cheap little ring and presented it to you like he was proposing. You two definitely had a playground wedding. 

He always shared his snacks with you, sometimes giving you his whole lunch, claiming that he was a gentleman. 

[lizzy019]

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓇.

Darrel Curtis x Fem!Reader [Reader is a bit nerdy :)]

cw -> fingering, oral (female receiving), car $ex, squ¡rt¡ng, lmk if i missed anything!

Word Count -> 1.4K

Gotta make one of every Outsiders character 😫😫

Staring up at the stars in the night sky was always amiable, especially more now that you were sharing this little time spending activity you did when you were stressed with Darry.

He’d told you he was stressed because of how many bills had come in, some fines he’d received from Dally’s poor choices since his father didn’t wanna pay them off, even just struggling to make time for himself.

The recent bags under his eyes showed that.

Designers too, like Gucci bags.

Hand in hand under the stars, you were happily chit chatting away about random things that weren't relevant to anything, but soothed his stress.

“Did you know Mars has two moons? Phobos and Deimos.. and they both aren’t perfect circles. Jupiter has 92, and Saturn has over 100.” You explained with the softest smile, gazing up at the waxing moon before your eyes.

“It must be bright during the night on Saturn, huh? With all that moonshine, it’d be as bright as day during the night.” Darry murmured in response.

You wanted to burst out cackling, but held back and simply kissed his forehead before saying, “Moonshine? That’s liquor, Darry. Moons don’t make light.”

Darry’s expression turned confused, now that didn’t make sense! How on Earth- well, how on moons could moons not make light? How did they glow?

“Do you know why they glow then?” He asked in a matter-of-factly type of way, which had you giving him the most playful sarcastic look you could before gently squeezing his hand once more.

“It reflects light off of the Sun, Dare.” You answered simply, smiling wide when he hummed in understanding.

Soon after the stargazing, you two had made your way back to his van to drive home. The silent walk was peaceful, hand in hand and steps taken in synchronized motion so no one was left behind.

Darry was explaining to you about what college he wanted to get into and why, all about his education level and how he would’ve loved to expand his knowledge for the sake of his own future, but he mentioned how he much rather cared for Ponyboy’s comfort and success, and Sodapop’s happiness.

Getting into the car, you two had a soft moment where you simply placed reassuring kisses to his face, smiling the whole way.

“You know you deserve to be happy too, right? You don’t have to work yourself to the bone, I’m here to help pay your bills when things get too tough.” You murmured, a hand on his cheek to keep his face facing you.

Darry’s whole expression softened just a bit, the tension in his eyebrows lessening and his eyes closing a bit in shame.

This wasn’t uncommon, especially for Darry.

“I know sweetie, I just.. You need money too, I don’t want you to stress either.” He whispered.

How sweet of him! Regardless, you gave a pout and gently pulled him closer for a soft kiss, an innocent one to start. Hopefully to shoo his mindset to the side.

“But Darry, it’s not good to put everyone before yourself and try to carry the weight of everything alone. I mean- sure, you have muscle! Don’t get me wrong! But.. you’re gonna end up hurting your mental health.” You tried to coax him to let you help, hand lightly trailing up his bicep.

He was still stunned by the kiss, almost too infatuated with you to even care what you were saying and he instantly pulled you close to kiss him more passionately.

You were honestly a bit shocked, but you melted into the kiss, hands tangling in his hair and keeping him there. Only for him to pull away with a huff and let his eyes darken into something more.. lewd.

“Back of the car, now.” He commanded, unlocking the car doors.

You both hurried from the front seats to the back seats, where the kisses had continued to get more ferocious and strong. Hands groping each other everywhere possible.

“Darry..” You moaned through kisses and gasps. Hands flailing to his back and creating soft scratches on his tee’s fabric.

He took this as a sign to take it off, so he pulled away and hustled to take the cumbersome fabric off, gesturing for you to do the same. Sure enough, you both had gone from simply shirts off to bare naked in the car.

“Isn’t this unsanitary?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t ruin the moment, sweetie.” He laughed in response, kissing your cheek before his hand came to your pussy’s lips.

A cry escaped you as his warm tongue licked up your slick without hesitation. Even if you didn’t shave, he acted as if it was nothing. It was.. nice.

“Oh- Darrel! Oh fuck, yes! Ah!” You writhed in his meticulous movements, the pleasure was congenial.

Hands grabbing as his hair to keep his head between your thighs, you began to shake and shiver, your body seizing up from the ecstasy. You were gonna cum, but you didn’t wanna do it on his face.

“Darry, Darry! Stop.. gonna cum! Don’t wanna- don’t wanna do it!” You mewled out, hands trying to push him away suddenly to avoid the inevitable climax.

Darry was strong, it was like trying to push a brick wall and make it move. Your efforts were pointless, he’d make you cum on his tongue and he’d enjoy it wholeheartedly.

The cord in your lower stomach continued to tighten until you couldn't take it, your pussy walls pulsating with glee as an orgasm whooshed you to cloud nine.

A loud cry was paired with your climax, the juices of your arousal was shot into his mouth and chin as you came down from your high of pure elation.

Darry’s face rose from between your thighs, an expression of delight contorted onto his facial features. Eyebrows a bit raised, eyes bright, and a smile that spoke wonders about what was on his mind.

“Oh baby, that looked like a good one. But we ain’t done yet, not even close.” He smirked almost teasingly, presenting his hardened length to you before positioning himself to your core.

A second or two of rubbing it against your folds, he finally slipped it in and gave a whimper of his own. Slow thrusts were offered at first, in which you accepted wholly.

Soon his thrusts picked up pace, the slapping of skin an almost sinful sound as his body collapsed into a half plank over you. His breath was now audible, and the hefty gasps he was exhaling was now a prominent part of the moment.

“Oh sweetie, you feel so good.. come on, you gonna give me another one? Cum again, on my cock this time.” Darry pleaded.

You nodded, breathlessly giving an “uh-huh!” before your hands were scratching and clawing red streaks across his back. How lewd this was.

His thrusts were met with your hips grinding into his, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix so pleasurably. This alone had you writhing, back arching up away from the seat of the car.

“Darry, Darry! Baby, I’m so close, slow down!” You whined, head burying into his shoulder.

He didn’t slow down, he only heard you say that you were close and that encouraged him to speed up. Hips hitting yours faster was enough to alert you that his climax was approaching too.

Darry’s own moans heightened as his climax neared, he couldn't even hold his half plank and plopped on top of you to thrust into you like a helpless pup in heat. And that’s when your climax hit. Pussy walls spasming had him whimpering.

And after three more heavy, deep thrusts, his seed was spewed into your fertile womb. Even if you were on pregnancy pills, it still felt great knowing his children were swimming to your egg.

Sighs and gasps and huffs were the only noises left for a few moments as you both recuperated.

“Round two?” He asked with a smirk.

Arriving back home, you happily greeted the tired Ponyboy with a gentle hug before looking in worry at the food Soda made. To put it nicely, it looked.. poisonous.

“Ah, thanks Pepsi-Cola.” Darry sighed contentedly, kissing your cheek before sitting down at the table. You waved goodbye to them all and hustled out.

Once gone, the brothers of Darry looked at him skeptically and whispered to one another.

“Ya think they shagged?” Ponyboy whispered.

“Never seen him so calm, think they did.” Sodapop whispered back before eating away.

Darry was smiling for no reason, just thinking of you for the rest of the day.

[ambrozjas]

HII!! i saw in your bio that your requests are closed but i also see you responding to asks??? so i'm sosososo sorry if i wasn't supposed to ask but i just needed the gang (separate) x super energetic n positive reader (so like pinkie pie irl !) :3 again im sorry if i confused things with your requests!!!

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this is actually a great question and i thank you for asking it ^-^!! the reqs i’m responding to are just requests that are stacked up in my inbox, so when i have them closed, it just means i’m trying to catch up on asks and that i don’t prefer asks at that time :) i did LOVE writing this though, so thank you for asking about that i appreciate you trying to respect it !! ^_^ 🫶

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“you had fun today?” came DARRY’s voice from the left of you as he sat in the driver’s seat, taking you home. you guys had decided to take johnny, sodapop, and ponyboy to the oklahoma state fair, which would explain the sleepiness that laced his tone. you, though, would practically be vibrating in your seat if it wasn’t for darry’s hand resting on your thigh.

still pumped up from the crazy rides at the fair, your eyes roamed across all the bright lights littering the city as you looked out of the car window.

“so much.” you responded, beaming at your boyfriend next to you before taking a look in the rearview mirror and spotting the boys asleep in the backseat.

“you think they did, too?” you asked darry, lips pouting dramatically at how cute the boys looked, even when soda was practically drooling on pony.

darry gave you a small ‘mhm’, a tiny smile growing on his face when he looked back at them too. “y’sure you’re not tired?”

“i’m so awake right now, dare.” you chuckled a bit, turning back around and resting your head against the car seat’s headrest.

you gave a few quiet ‘ooh’s as you both were still exiting oklahoma city, even if you guys were still a long way from tulsa, looking at all the bright lights and arrows urging future customers to visit the fair.

darry scoffed as he saw the pile of cars across the way, lining up in one big traffic jam. then he turned his head to look at you, he wondered how you could always be so optimistic. he smiled fondly to himself as he watched you, head held in your hands as the exotic lights bounced off your irises, reflecting all sorts of neon pinks and blues in your eyes as you didnt take them off the noisy attractions.

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“be careful now darlin’, you’ll slip!” SODAPOP laughs as you two come down from the intense food fight you just had in the kitchen.

it all started with you accidentally dusting the counters a bit too hard when some flour landed on sodapop’s open plaid shirt. now you two were both covered in various ingredients, you’re sure the yolk would take about an hour to rinse out of your hair properly. the baking you guys were doing was forgotten in the background as the batter had probably already somewhat hardened during sodapop’s sugar assault on your favorite top.

you laughed as he held your waist, the both of you looking down at where your foot was just about to fall on the slippery remainder of egg yolk and milk on the kitchen floor. “that’s your mess!”

“you started it!”

“it was an accident, soda—!” sodapop placed a chaste kiss against your lips, licking his own after he pulled away. he made a small hum sound as his eyes trailed upward when he pretended to try to guess the flavor. “hm, strawberry.”

“gross.” you rolled your eyes, the two of you laughing uncontrollably as soda eventually did slip on the exact same piece of yolk he had warned you from stepping on. that is, until you heard the strong footsteps of his older brother make his way from the front door to the kitchen.

both of your heads shot up as darry cleared his throat, crossing his arms and tilting his head. it was like he had no words for the both of you, until he shook his head once and grumbled angrily.

“y’all better clean that up.”

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“so i was just tellin’ her about it and y’know what this lady does?” you ranted to PONYBOY as he sat across from you at the lunch table, his fingers fiddling with the holes in the metal mesh patterned seat.

he held his chin in his palm as his eyes flickered between you and the table, watching as you rambled about something a counselor had reprimanded you for or something, all he could really focus on was you. the way your eyes lit up when you were passionate about something, the way talked with your hands a lot, or the way you bounced in your seat at just the thought of your favorite song.

pure energy always radiated off of you, not even dallas winston could resist your charm. and ponyboy curtis certainly couldn’t either.

“pony-y!” you dragged out the ‘y’ in his name as you tried to get his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. he blinked and furrowed his brows as he muttered out a quick, “huh?”

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

“‘course i am.”

“what was i talking about then?” you batted your eyelashes as you inquired in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, leaning forward as ponyboy averted your gaze.

his face got hot while he stammered, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish before you waved a hand at him and flashed a big grin.

“my counselor.” came your sing-song tone of voice from in front of him.

“right! just.. tell me more?”

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“JOHNNY, wait up!” you called after him, jogging up and gripping onto the straps of your backpack as it moved with your every step.

you saw him, head hung low as he looked so small compared to the towering figure of dallas winston right next to him. he turned around, that same puppy dog look in his eyes as usual before he looked up at dallas. dally gave johnny a quick wink before nodding his head towards me and saying his goodbyes while he walked off only god knows where—probably to stir up some more trouble.

johnny looked back at you, muttering your name as you finally caught up to him. “hey—! you goin’ home?” you asked, shifting your weight from your hands to your knees as you hunched over and caught your breath. johnny just nodded as he watched you regain composure quickly, already back and energized.

you circled around him with a flurry of questions, questions like how his day was or if he ate today. johnny always wondered why you asked him these questions, whether you cared or not was really his main concern although he’d never dare ask.

once you guys had arrived to johnny’s house though, came a ruckus from inside. the noise traveling outside the house through a sliver of open window as you both saw two figures screaming at each other.

you saw as the corners of johnny’s mouth twitched downwards as he winced at the sound of glass breaking.

then, almost like an miracle came your voice from beside him.

“wanna go to the lot?”

once he had looked at you, it was like an instant mood lifter. you had a boyish grin on your face with your hands shoved in your pockets as your eyes crinkled with how big of a smile you had glued to your face, as usual.

how could johnny deny you?

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“are you always like this?” DALLAS said as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as you danced around and made a mess with the baking supplies.

“like what?” your voice, jubilant as ever, rung out in dally’s ears. he always played it off as if he hated how joyous it was, but if he was being honest, the way the syllables rolled so quickly off your tongue was satisfying to him. he’d never admit it obviously. being dallas winston was a tough job to keep up.

you twirled around, reaching on your tippy toes to grab something off the fridge before spinning back around to pour milk in the mixing bowl, hips swaying to the faint music that you turned down to hear dallas over.

dallas scoffed, shaking his head amusedly while he lit a cigarette, eyes flickering up at you every once in awhile. “nothin’.” he muttered, words muffled around his cigarette.

he looked at you, his eyes were empty enough that anybody else would mistake his expression for annoyance, but you knew better. you knew dallas winston better than anybody. and as you danced so freely around the kitchen, like no one was watching you, dallas admired you. you were yourself, in this moment socs and greasers didn’t matter, nothing did. the only thing that mattered to you was getting these ingredients right, and you couldn’t do that with a little dancing.

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“woah, darlin’! someone had a li’l too much sugar, huh?” TWO-BIT laughed as you bounced around. you were like a candle waiting to be blown out, flowing in place but still moving. you were definitely still moving.

you practically vibrated in place, your feet kicked in your seat as you giggled, talking about your day to two-bit. his grey eyes watched you with intent, his own grin painted on his face. sometimes he didn’t pay attention, other times he asked questions just at the right times. even if it was just pure luck, you appreciated his responses even if they were just ‘huh’s or ‘oh!’s.

“what do you think?” you finally stopped ranting, taking a break to ask two-bit once again what he thought.

he paused, taking a second to sip on his can of beer before looking off to the side in thought. then, as quick as it left, his smile returned as he finally laughed.

“i think you need a nap, babydoll.”

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“so what happened next?” STEVE asked, licking the spoon as he sat across from you in the diner as he watched you take a break from talking to devour a milkshake.

you smacked your lips as you swallowed and immediately put up your hand to express yourself further. “she cussed her out!”

steve raised his eyebrows as he broke off another piece of the diner’s famous cake—which he claimed was never better than darry’s yet he was still destroying it.

what you always appreciated about steve was his blind loyalty to you. even if he didn’t understand, his heart was in the right place. he gasped at anything dramatic, but he just loved gossip in general. him and sodapop were like kids around a campfire as they always circled around you while you explained to them the gossip going on around school.

steve watched as you rambled on and on, twirling your hair at certain parts and jumping up in your seat at important ones. by the time you both finished that conversation, your bill was racked up with how long you had took, and the waitresses were rolling your eyes at every “but, did you hear..”

that didn’t matter to you two, though. you just cared about talking to steve, and steve was too busy admiring you to care about anything else.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my favs r fluttershy n rarity but tell me why i’m literally rainbow dash irl

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[specific-dreamer]

my baby, my baby (you’re my baby)

Summary: darry visits his dad and rants. he also cries. </3

Darrel loves each of his kids (and stray kids) equally. No matter how hard Steve tries to pry it out of him, he does not have a favorite.

He loved when Johnny came over for dinner and he’s able to convince the kid to spend the night, he loves when Soda and Steve came home with new stories about their day at the rodeo, he loved when he came home from work and Ponyboy would rush to tell him about the book he’d just finished, he loved attending Ace’s recitals, and he loved when Dally comes over just to sit in their company when he could’ve been causing a ruckus around town instead.

He is, however, a little more partial to his first born than the others. No hard feelings, he still loves his other kids, but Darrel Junior was his first child; the reason he’s the father he was a father, so he’s always going to have a soft spot for him no matter what he does.

Besides, it doesn’t hurt that Junior is the only one who visits him and Karen on a normal basis. Darrel huffs to himself has he sits on top of his grave. Since dying, he’s somehow gained an internal watch, so he knows it’s 3:47pm exactly; when Junior visits it’s usually around 4pm.

Junior’s early today though, Darrel thinks to himself hearing footsteps approaching. There’s not much else he can do but wait for Darry who bends in front of Karen’s grave and leaves her a flower first. If he were alive, Darrel’s heart might’ve clenched. Karen’ll be sorry he missed Darry, but she’s watching over the other boys right now; it’s alright though, Darrel will fill her in when she gets back.

Darry’s head was bent too low for him to get a good look at first, but now that he’s turned towards Darrel’s grave he can see the tears streaming down his face. If he still needed oxygen, he’s sure his breath would’ve caught.

“Hi, Dad,” Darry’s says taking a seat on the ground. Darrel can’t help but notice he’s got his knees pulled to him like he’s trying to protect himself.

He frowns and pulls himself to join Darry on the ground. Hey, kiddo. What’s the matter? He knows Darry can’t hear him, he learnt that the hard way a while ago now, it still brings him a little bit of comfort though.

Darry sniffs. “I don’t know how you and Mama did it.”

Did what?

Darry gestures in the air, “This parenting shit- stuff, I meant stuff, sorry.” Darrel laughs a little; his baby’s twenty years old and still apologizing for cussing.

If he’s honest, Darrel isn’t even sure how he did it. It was in large part thanks to Karen, of course, she kept him steady whenever he floundered. Junior also helped too, though. He doesn’t like to throw the word around, but for all intent and purposes, Darry was a perfect first child.

“The other night,” Darry continues. “I guess Ponyboy had a nightmare or something, I don’t know, but I heard him asking Soda why I hated him.” His voice breaks at the end and Darrel is forced to watch as Junior sobs into his arms.

It’s futile he knows, but after a moment of watching he hugs Darry anyway. Almost as if he could actually feel the hug, Darry stiffens before looking up and staring straight through Darrel. Spooky, he thinks.

“I don’t hate him, I promise.”

I know you don’t.

“I love him a lot, but it’s like he purposely grates my nerves. He knows I’m stretched thin and it’s like he’s trying to see how long until I snap. And that’s not fair! I don’t know how to be a parent, I don’t how to raise a fourteen year old!”

Darrel isn’t sure when it happened, but a flip was switched as Junior started to rant angrily. He doesn’t leave the cemetery too often, but when he did he noticed the two often riled each other up; it was never one sided. He can’t exactly correct Darry though so he hums instead.

“Daddy, you know when you first, um,” he winces. “left, Pony didn’t talk for a week. Okay, that’s fine, I can handle that, but he stopped eating too. I tell him, ‘Pony you have to eat something, you can only go so long without eating before you die from starvation.’ And I kid you not the only thing he says to me that entire week was ‘You’re not dad, Darrel, you can’t tell me what to do’. I never said I was! I just didn’t want him to die too, is that so bad?”

Darrel blinks. That was a lot, and he’s not really sure where to start processing it. He sighs airlessly, It’s not bad. You were worried about him and had his best interests at heart I get it. Is he eating now at least?

Just as fast as it came, the anger seems to leave Darry all once as he lies back on the grass with his hands over his face. “I don’t even know if he eating for real, yet. I’m not home enough to know; I eat my breakfast in the dark, go to work, come home when everyone’s asleep, eat dinner in the dark, go to bed, rinse and repeat.”

Darrel winces. Even he didn’t work those kind of hours and could’ve handled them. Darrel liked his solitude every now and then, but not Darry. No, not his Junior; his Junior is a people’s person through and through, there’s a reason he won boy of his year.

Rubbing Darry’s ankle he says, I know you’re working your ass off, but I’m real proud of you, baby. I know it don’t look it now, but it will all pay off.

There’s a pause, and if he wants he could trick himself into believing his boy heard him, before Darry says something so quietly Darrel has to strain to hear. “I know it’s wrong, and I try not to, but sometimes I wish I let them get taken. I love them, really I do! But Soda wants to drop out of school and Pony hates me and he thinks I hate him back, and don’t even get me started on Dallas— I don’t think there’s a been a weekend where we haven’t haven’t argued or he hasn’t been in jail. I’m trying my best, but I keep screwing up and that’s not fair on them.”

He breaks into sobs again, this time so strong his whole body shakes. Darrel can’t even do anything to comfort him, his stupid ghost body isn’t corporeal. The best thing he can do is stroke Darry’s hair and hope he knows his daddy is here for him. He hates seeing his kids cry and he’s never been more angry that he’s dead.

Between sobs Darry says, “I wanna leave. So I can’t mess anything else up.”

No, sir. You’ll get the hang of things soon enough, it’s a new adjustment and y’all’ve just gotta find your footing. I know it’s hard, but y’all will find it.

“I’m not gonna,” Darry protests. His baby is red in the face and breathing real hard, but Darrel is thankful is eyes are finally starting to dry. “I want to leave but I don’t want to leave them.”

So, what are you gonna do, Junior?

“I don’t know,” he answers. “I wish you were here, you’d know what to do.”

Darrel winces. Actually now-

“Well, never mind. You wouldn’t be dumb enough to get in this situation to begin with.”

Harsh, but he’s probably right. Darrel watches as the gears turn in Junior’s head. He loves all his kids equally, yes. But Darry’s always been his favorite to watch because when he isn’t focused he wears every emotion on his face. He can see exactly when Darrys made his mind up long before he stands up and dusts off his pants.

“You drive a hard bargain, but fine I’ll stay.” Darrel barks out a laugh as Darry checks his watch. It’s 6:29pm, he’s been here for nearly three hours. “Shit, I said I’d make dinner.” Somehow, when Darry looks up he’s staring Darrel in the eyes. “I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you later.”

Alright, stay tough out there. I love you, kiddo.

Darry’s eyes widen a minuscule amount and he grins as he ducks his head. “Yeah, I love you too, daddy.”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

hii! can i request a johnny fic with reader whos like all over him all the time?

Summary: In which you’re all over Johnny. Warnings: nothing scary just a short imagine Author's Note: i love ralph macchio and ralph macchio girls 

The drive in was not as crowded as it usually was today, so you and Johnny decided it would be the perfect time to sneak in. Your relationship with Johnny was far more than just boyfriend-girlfriend. You went everywhere with him, did everything, and vice versa. You two were basically siamese twins with how close you were. From climbing under the fence to picking the seats you wanted, your hand was always in his. Once you were sat, you kicked your legs up and rested them on Johnny’s lap. There was always too much going on, but when you were with Johnny, the clutter and noise faded. It was peaceful. His hand stroked your legs absentmindedly when a small cheer brought you away from the movie screen. It was Ponyboy, cheering because he saw you too. “Fancy meeting you two here, huh?” He joked, jumping over the back of the seats and sitting down next to Johnny. Out of respect, you tried to sit up and take your legs off of Johnny but he held them firmly. “C’mon Johnny, don’t make Pony feel like the 3rd wheel,” You laughed, but he shook his head. “That’s his fault, he’s intruding on OUR date,” He teased, nudging Pony with his elbow. Pony just laughed. “I don’t mind you two being all cutesy, just no making out and stuff.”  

[cranberrv]

fic with dally teaching the reader how to drive?

never let me go

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas go for a drive

( not proofread , swearing, lowercase intended )

when you were with dallas, you felt free. he was so reckless, so hardcore, and completely bananas. you loved to tag along on his stupid adventures, and now, your new outing is to check on ponyboy and johnny at the church that they’re hiding out in.

“you know how to drive, doll?” he asks you after picking you up, tossing you the keys. “buck won’t let me drive this beauty, but he trusts you.”

you laugh. “well he’s stupid to trust me, because i can’t drive.”

“you’re kiddin’,” he can’t hold his dumb smirk back. the endearing smirk that he gives you whenever he’s about to do something you won’t like. “c’mon, try it then, sweetie.”

“no way, dal,” you shake your head, but he’s already taken your spot in the passengers seat. “i’ll kill you, i’ll crash the car or something, i dunno-“

“i trust ya, stop freakin’ out,” he interuppts, dismissive of your worries. “i’ll teach ya how to work everythin’.”

you debate, but nod and sit in the drivers seat. gosh, it really was more intimidating up there.

“it’s pretty simple, hun,” he starts out. “pedal to your left is your clutch, it’ll make the car drive, pedal in your middle is your break, and pedal to your right is gas. you’d be stupid to not figure it out.” he looks back at you after showing you the pedals, and see’s your expression. “no, no, no, don’t give me that look. you’ll be fine. i’ll hold the wheel for ya.”

he directs you further, and eventually, you get the car going. his left hand is on yours, holding the wheel from the passengers side, helping you keep the car steady.

dallas puts in an elvis cd, and the music echoes throughout tulsa. “finally don’t gotta listen to your shit music,” he teases.

you smile and roll your eyes. “oh shut it, dal, i know you secretly like lesley gore.”

“‘sunshine and lollipops’ is the worst song i’ve ever heard. i’d rather you crash the car than to listen to that fuckin’ mess.”

“you’re mean,” you tease back, and he laughs.

“alright, that’s it, i’m lettin’ go of the wheel. i’m letting you kill us.”

“no, no, no,” you insist. “don’t let go.”

“my arm is cramping, doll,”

“don’t care. never let me go.”

he smiles, and holds your hand a little tighter. the summer breeze is coating the entire convertible in its warmth, your hair is waving in the wind, and dallas is just watching you drive, the focus in your eyes unmatched.

you reach a red light, and finally get a short break to relax. you turn to dallas. “i dunno how you drive everywhere, dal, this is stressful.”

“baby, you’re doin’ just fine.” he assures. “haven’t even run over anything yet, that’s somethin’, huh?”

“i don’t wanna kill us, dal.”

he laughs at that. “i’d hope so.” he takes a drag of his cigarette, then looks around at everything. you’re out of tulsa, out of the city. “i ain’t never been to the country before.”

“really? it’s nice, huh? all the trees and fields and stuff.”

“it looks fuckin’ boring. nothin’ to do around here, does everyone just play checkers or somethin’?”

“you’re such a downer,” you joke. you look up, and realize the light has just turned green. “oh- dal, which one is the clutch, again?”

“you’re a dumbass.” is all he says.

“dal!” you insist, and he puts his hand up in fake surrender. “i mean it, i’m keeping these cars waiting.”

“it’s your far left, doll.” he finally tells you, and you thank him, and then start driving.

you continue driving to meet the boys, and the country scenery is engulfing the both of you. fields on farmland, apple orchards, small, sweet towns, everything was so wholesome and welcoming.

you feel free, like the world is just yours and dally’s. you were born to live this moment, to drive through the countryside in your red convertible, the sun hitting your faces so perfectly that it feels like a coming-of-age movie. you feel golden.

[littlestarbigsky]

I saw that you have Fic Requests open, and that you write for Stevepop... Would you ever write a Stevepop fic where Steve is helping Sodapop with his asthma?

- 🍀

i swear some of yall are in my walls bc i got this request right when i started posting about asthmatic soda so yea this was my jam anon thanks for the ask🫶🏻

i need winter break to go on forever ugh i love all this free timeeeeee

hope this is okay🩷

steve had barely made it out of the bullpen before soda was tackling him in a hug.

“you were amazing!” soda gasped, not caring that steve was sweaty and dirty and about fifty people could see them clear as day.

“i told you i would be,” steve wrapped his arms around soda’s waist and lifted him a few inches off the ground. “you worry too much about me darlin’, i’m fine.”

before they could get out of the way, a horse rode by in the pen next to them, kicking up a massive cloud dust and dirt, causing both of them to cough and gag for a few seconds. the second he got his wits about him, steve rubbed his eyes and grabbed soda’s arm to pull him away from the worst of it.

soda was still coughing as steve pulled him up next to ponyboy and johnny and the rest of the gang on the bleachers watching the rodeo.

“hey, you calm down,” steve coached him quietly, gesturing for him to sit down with ponyboy, but soda shook his head.

“i’m fine,” soda put his hand up and before steve could say anything, he was bolting off in another direction with two-bit to watch another event. steve felt the anxiety building in his chest. he nudged pony’s shoulder roughly.

“give me his inhaler, kid,” steve said to pony, gesturing to the kid’s backpack that was sitting on the bench in front of them. “i don’t like how much he was coughing.”

pony looked at steve nervously, “you think he’s gonna need it? should i get darry?”

steve shook his head, his eyes still trained on soda, “i don’t know, i’ll keep an eye on him for now. i’ll be with him for the rest of the night, it’s better for me to have it. don’t go buggin’ superman just yet, though.”

pony dug around in his bag for a moment before producing the inhaler, nervously handing it off to steve. steve ran after soda and two-bit, catching them just as they both won cowboy hats at one of the carnival games. soda howled with loud laughter, no trace of a wheeze in his voice, and steve felt something loosen in his chest.

they carried on goofing off until the sun began to set, which with work in the morning was steve and soda’s cue to start to head home. they had spent so much time laughing and fooling around that steve almost forgot about the inhaler stashed in his pocket. soda would cough a little every now and again, but it was a rodeo, there was dust everywhere. if something was wrong, they’d know.

“no way!” soda laughed as they walked through the parking lot. “you really think those soc boys are gonna bring that mustang to our shitty little shop?”

“that’s what marcia told two-bit… they seemed pretty pissed with how much it was gonna cost to get it fixed on the west side,” steve laughed. “plus, their girlfriends were going on and on about how handsome you are.”

“too bad they don’t know i’m off the market,” soda glanced around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in and kissed steve quickly.

steve wanted to appreciate the kiss, he really did, but something else he heard caught his attention.

his brows furrowed, “honey, you’re wheezing.”

soda rolled his eyes, “no, i’m not, stevie, you’re just worryin’ because of that dust cloud earlier.”

steve sighed, pulling the inhaler out of his pocket, “humor me and keep this on ya while i drive home?”

soda didn’t take it, walking to the other side of steve’s car and climbing into the passenger seat. steve started to drive them home, the light outside the car turning steadily purple, stealing glances at soda every few minutes.

they were a few minutes away from soda’s house when it started, and it happened so fast that they couldn’t have been ready for it if they wanted to be. soda let out a series of harsh, wet sounding coughs. steve’s head whipped onto him, and he could tell from the look on his eyes that they needed to be worried. steve tried to reach into his pocket and grab the inhaler, but between his seatbelt and trying to keep the car on the road, he couldn’t fish it out of his pocket. he slammed his foot down on the gas, searching frantically for a place to pull over.

“i know, baby, just try to keep breathing for me, i’m trying to find us a spot to stop.”

eventually, he managed to find a vacant-looking lot, where he pulled over and yanked his seatbelt off, ripping the inhaler from his pocket.

“hang on, i’ve got it, just one second.”

soda was still practically coughing up a lung, his cheeks bright red and his eyes brimming with tears. steve slid over in the bench seat of the car, pulling soda into his arms as he popped off the cap and got it into soda’s mouth.

“big breath for me, okay?”

soda looked up at him with huge glassy brown eyes, eyes that clearly said how much pain he was in, how he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to. god, steve couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen soda so scared.

“i know, baby, i know it hurts but please try for me,” steve pleaded through a growing lump in his throat and tears in his eyes, holding soda as tight as he could to his chest.

steve counted them down from three, puffing the inhaler at the same time soda took as deep a breath as he could manage. he coughed weakly, and steve pulled him closer, tucking soda’s head under his chin and sliding a cold hand up under his shirt to place it over soda’s chest.

“stay with me, breathe with me, it’s gonna be okay, i’ve got you,” steve mumbled, pressing soft kisses to soda’s hair and trying his best to keep his own breathing steady and calm.

after giving soda another puff a few minutes later, he had managed to stop coughing, but steve could still feel his chest contracting and he could still hear a wheeze in his lungs. he sat up a bit so soda could see his face, “you think you’re okay to get home? we can wait if you aren’t.”

soda nodded silently.

steve sighed, “i want you to use your nebulizer when we get there, i know you don’t like it, but i just want to be safe before you go to sleep.”

steve had been expecting soda to protest, he usually had a lot of trouble sleeping after a treatment, but soda nodded again and started to buckle himself back in. they drove the rest of the way home quietly, and when they parked the car outside the curtis house, steve came around to get soda into a piggyback to carry him inside.

“damn princess,” he mumbled, but soda could hear the smile on his face. soda just nosed his ear sweetly and kissed his temple gently, squeezing him a little tighter for a moment.

steve discarded soda on the couch when he kicked the door open, “stay there, i’ll bring it out here.”

soda sat and waited patiently for steve to get back. he could still feel the tightness in his chest, and he knew darry would probably smack him if he had an asthma attack and didn’t do a treatment after the fact, especially if his inhaler hadn’t completely taken care it. it was probably the first time in months that he had been quiet for more than a few minutes, but he didn’t really feel like he could get words out if he had wanted to.

steve came back into the room with their biggest and comfiest blanket, a glass of water, and soda’s nebulizer.

“call me a princess again,” soda giggled.

steve leaned over and kissed him sweetly, throwing the blanket over him, “don’t tempt me, you know i’m right.”

steve finished setting up the nebulizer, starting the treatment and handing soda the mouthpiece. he crawled up next to soda and pulled him back into his side, soda tossing the blanket over both of them and snuggling into steve as he breathed in his medicine, his lungs finally starting to open back up.

he leaned his head against steve’s chest and whispered, “you know i’m not gonna sleep for three days now, right?”

steve sighed fondly, tucking soda into him, “i know.”

[sarcasticallyexplicit11]

id KILL for a lil bit of pony n darry angst (always🙂‍↕️) where they get into a fight n pony brings up some absolutely foul, targeted shit n instead of yelling back darry just genuinely breaks down. cannot handle it. (absolutely ADORE ur writing love🫶🥹 keep up the good work like ALWAYS can't WAIT to see what u cook up!!💕🧡🫶)

Darry angst and Ponyboy being a little shit? Count me in! I’m glad you like what I do and I hope you enjoy this too! I’ve written something similar in the past but this one’s a little heavier (oops) Post Windrixville but Johnny and Dally are alive because I said so 🙂‍↕️

Darry wasn’t sure what crawled up his littlest brother’s ass and died but he needed it out as soon as possible.

He had seemed to be in a mood ever since he had gotten home from track practice that afternoon, huffing and puffing all over the place. Darry couldn’t get more than a sarcastic quip or silence out of him when he would ask Pony about his day or how practice went. His attitude made it almost impossible for Darry to be around him, not trying to pick a fight.

The rest of the gang slowly trickled into the house throughout the evening. Soda, Steve, and Dally sat on the floor playing a heated game of poker, Pony and Johnny curled up on the couch together, and Two-Bit sat on the kitchen counter while Darry got started on dinner.

Walking towards the fridge, Darry’s foot collided with what felt like a sack of bricks. He looked down and saw Ponyboy’s bookbag lying on its side by the table. Two-Bit let out a small chuckle before a sharp glance from Darry had him snapping his mouth shut. Darry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to keep his frustration at bay. He knew that Pony had been struggling ever since Windrixville. He knew that Pony was a teenager. He knew all that but Pony’s foul moods and constant disregard for his responsibilities were starting to wear on Darry’s last nerve.

“Pony,” Darry yelled, “come get your bag!” He heard a huff from the living room and stomping footsteps making their way towards the kitchen. Darry took another deep breath in a feeble attempt to calm himself.

Ponyboy rounded the corner and grabbed his bag with a loud groan. “I don’t ask ya to do much around here little colt, so leave the attitude out of your chores next time.” Ponyboy shot Darry an irritated glare, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He muttered something under his breath, just loud enough for Darry to hear but not loud enough for him to understand. “Pump your breaks, what did ya just say to me?”

Two-Bit, sensing the heightened tenseness that filled the room, hopped off the counter and made his way into the living room to join the other guys in their game. Though nobody was playing anymore, too focused on what was going down between the two brothers.

Pony whipped his head around to face Darry who was stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the counter. “I said you’re always nagging me to do shit though.”

Breathe, Darry thought to himself, he’s pushing your buttons on purpose.

Ponyboy had gotten a little taller over the course of a couple of months, now able to look Darry in the eye, which he abused for his own benefit. Darry usually didn’t mind, but right now he wasn’t using puppy dog eyes. There was a certain deep-seated fury sitting in them that Darry had never seen before, something that had him backing away from his little brother.

“Well I wouldn’t have to nag if you just did what I asked you,” Darry said. His heart was pounding in his chest, an anxiety that had been ever-present since his parents died. Ponyboy stepped towards Darry, fist clenched at his sides and Darry could feel his breathing speed up.

He wasn’t scared of Ponyboy, but his body hadn’t gotten that memo.

Darry could hear the distinct sound of crutches heading towards the kitchen, with four sets of footsteps following behind. Pony took another step towards Darry and said, “and I’d do what you told me if you weren’t such an asshole all the time.”

“I’m an asshole because I care, you’d see that if you got your head outta the clouds.” Darry could see the gang standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t bring himself to care that they were witnessing this.

Ponyboy snickered, a hint of defiance deep within it. “Funny, 'cause you never act like you care about anyone but yourself.” Darry flinched backward, back slamming against the counter as he did so. “I don’t even think you cared when two of our best friends almost died.”

After the words left his mouth, Ponyboy knew he had fucked up and everyone else did too. The whole house went still, as if any movement would cause the whole thing to collapse. He expected Darry to get angry. He almost wished Darry would just be furious and ground him for eternity.

Nobody was prepared for Darry to break down into tears.

He crumpled to the floor, any strength he had completely zapped from his muscles. Everyone was frozen, like the lakes on the, very rare, coldest days in Tulsa. Ponyboy tried to say anything to fix what he had just broken but the words just wouldn’t come out.

“Darry I-,” Ponyboy started, but Soda’s hand on his shoulder had him snapping his mouth shut.

Nobody moved for what felt like an eternity, until Johnny moved further into the kitchen, lowering himself carefully to the ground to sit next to Darry. That was the catalyst. Dally then pushed the other guys out of the way to sit on the other side of Darry, keeping a little distance between them.

Darry finally lifted his head, tears still flowing down his cheeks. “You don’t know the first thing about how much I cared, Pone. Who do you think is paying off their hospital bills?” Ponyboy shrunk backward and shook his head. “If I didn’t care, neither of them would be staying in the house right now. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be killing myself working over 60 hours a week to make sure there’s enough food on the table for everybody. You don’t know how much I care because I keep it quiet.”

Ponyboy squished himself onto the floor next to Johnny and crossed his arms on top of his knees, laying his head on them. “I’m sorry.”

Johnny looked over at Darry and chewed on his lip, thinking about what to say. He was eternally grateful that Darry let him stay, sleeping on the Curtis couch is far better than toughing it out in the lot. He also felt a little guilty about taking up space, but Darry would always shut that down. “You said something when you thought I was asleep when I was in the hospital. I heard you say that you’ll always take care of your little brothers, and that meant the whole gang. You don’t say it, but you’ll sure as hell show you care,” Johnny says, picking at the hem of his shirt.

Darry took a deep breath as fresh tears poured down his face faster than he could wipe them away. Dally nodded in agreement with Johnny, a small smile gracing his lips before he could catch it. “Yeah man, Buck woulda kicked me out by now with all my complainin’ yet you still keep me around. That’s how I know you care.”

The rest of the gang slowly made their way to the floor, packing together like sardines. Darry could see the guilty look on Ponyboy’s face so he waved him over to sit in front of him. Pony scooched over to Darry, settling himself in his big brother’s lap and burying himself in his shoulder. Darry smiled and wrapped his arms around Pony.

“Kid I care more than you’ll ever know, even when you think I don’t,” Darry says, squeezing Ponyboy against him. “And you and I are gonna talk about that attitude you’ve had.”

Pony nodded against Darry’s chest, then lifted his head up and said, “I’m really sorry Dar.”

Darry squeezed him once again, a silent acknowledgment of his apology. “Now, who’s ready to eat?”

[everyandanything]

turning myself into a copypasta (yes even this part 😭) bc when I have a thought I need about 100 different opinions on it to feel validated so…. everyandanything I’m sorry but you’re my next victim………

thinking about musical!darry letting pony beat him up……. not fighting against him, just letting him tackle him flat on his back and pound his once soft now permanently hardened kid fists down on his chest and arms, the devastation on his face once soda intervenes, it’s the only way he thinks pony will ever be able to open up to him bc He hit him First in his own moment of grief and overwhelming frustration and so he wants pony to punish him for it if only just to get him to do something to help himself……..

resetting the scene…. *opens fic outline…who said that..* he remembers cradling a brand new ponyboy in his arms, he sees him swaddled in a pink blanket bc their parents had been expecting a girl bc they were both part of “two boys and a girl” families (#start your own lore challenge), baby pony loved to squeeze darry with that classic baby strength when he was upset and as 14 year old pony is on top of him screaming in his face bright red and teary holding the meat of his biceps with his nails a part of him sees that tiny baby again and only wants to hold him and soothe him like he used to be able to, take everything he’s ever said in the last few months back, drive himself to the store after work that day, but he can’t!!!! he’s already damaged their family too much, and if pony needs to let it all out like a baby throwing a tantrum- unable to truly express what they feel without physicality- then who the fuck is Darry to take that from him? soda is sitting at the table still, poking his dinner with the prongs of his fork and silently trying to keep himself steady as he !yet again! antagonizes their brother, struggling to swallow around the lump in his throat, he finds himself waiting for soda to jump in too, to kick him in the ribs and the back of the head. he needs it just as much as pony, he uses soda as a crutch too often and pushes him in the middle, almost resenting him for how intact he’s kept his relationship with pony while he grows farther and farther away from them both to the point he isn’t even a brother, not even a parent or an uncle, more like a principal or a jail warden or something of the like. soda is practically shaking in his seat, he’s angry and Darry wants him to be. they deserve to be angry and whatever else he’s made them bury when he’s around. he knows it’s selfish to be thinking of all of the wrong he’s done his babies when they hurt so bad, he knows, but it’s his fault really… he should’ve let pony be when he didn’t want to talk to him, he should’ve never thrown the bills at soda’s feet and rattled pony in the kitchen, he should’ve picked up his own frosting instead of begging for it for his birthday… soda slams his utensils on the table and rushes the clump of ponyboy and Darry on the living room floor, he grabs the back of pony’s shirt and pushes Darry’s shoulder until they separate. pony keeps crying in a ball as far from them both as he can get in the smaller space, and soda is trembling, arms out to keep Darry away from him and vise versa covered in tears of his own. his first brother, who he taught how to say swear words in secret in elementary school and was there when he said his first word while their parents were sleeping because he had a stomach ache that kept him up all night and he was so obsessed with watching over the baby in his room and sang him songs when he would fuss and believe him he Did, even when he was happy he would cry and cry… soda is blushing down his neck sobbing before he even gets coherent words out between them, it pulls Darry apart. he wants them to unleash it all on him so badly, he wants to rid them of their pain in any way that will work no matter the cost…. but he can’t… he can’t hardly open his mouth to talk to them as they cry now, but when he does..

/You’re our little brother and we love you. Did you hear what I just said… I said I love you./

he’s thought it plenty. he loves his brothers like no one’s ever loved anything and he’d bet the world on that. but he hasn’t said it in so long, not out loud, only when saying his prayers at night asking whatever’s even out there for some fucking good fortune and good luck for once, not even for him just for them…

ponyboy glances up out of the crook of his elbow and then covers his ears. he’s still so small, he’s barely a real teenager… soda’s shoulders drop like weight is shedding off of him little by little, he holds Darry’s arm like it’s the only thing he needs to keep himself upright or he’ll fall over and die right there, resting the side of his face against his bicep. soda is getting big, he’ll be 18 in a year, but he still feels like a baby… his first brother, the littlest forever in his eyes. Darry wants to scoop them up and say it again and again, to make up for everything he’s already said and done, to dig it into their heads that he loves them so much it makes him feel sick and it’ll never change even if pony still hates him in the morning and soda finally gives up on keeping him sane.

there’s a knock at the door and he stops talking, both of his brothers scrambling to different corners. Darry stays on the floor a second longer to catch his breath.

#KeepTorturingDarryCurtis …… who said that 😟

( also!!!!!! I LOVED born a grease I was sitting up every night checking the outsiders fandom tag waiting for new chapters with the power of believing and I’m so sad it’s ended but also so happy that you’ve gotten so much love bc it was incredible </3 )

Anon you can’t just drop something like this in my ask box and run. Just shatter my heart and then leave the scene of the crime, come back! I have so many questions for you!! I could read a million more words of this!!

But ughhh you totally get Darry’s self loathing and anger towards himself especially at this point in the story, like the lines “it’s the only way he thinks pony will ever be able to open up to him bc He hit him First in his own moment of grief and overwhelming frustration and so he wants pony to punish him for it if only just to get him to do something to help himself” and “he finds himself waiting for soda to jump in too, to kick him in the ribs and the back of the head.” and “he should’ve let pony be when he didn’t want to talk to him, he should’ve never thrown the bills at soda’s feet and rattled pony in the kitchen, he should’ve picked up his own frosting instead of begging for it for his birthday” are so it.

AND THEN!!! Pair it with this: “he loves his brothers like no one’s ever loved anything and he’d bet the world on that.”

Like that’s it!! You're so right. That’s 100% darry. He loves his brothers and would do anything for them, sure he doesn’t always know how to express it, sure sometimes it comes out angry, sure he’s tired and drained and and the world hasn’t treated him fair, but he loves Soda and Pony, he’s given up everything for them, and yet all he can see are all the ways he fails them. He loves them “like no one’s ever loved anything” and yet he thinks he deserves nothing but hate and anger from both of them for all the ways he’s wronged them. He can’t imagine a world where either of his brothers love him back, because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve it. Everything that's gone wrong for his brothers, even down to his parents death, is his fault. And why should they love someone that does nothing but make their lives worse?

Anon I’m so serious write like a million more things about the Curtis brothers and I’ll be sat every single time. This is so so good. 

(and thank you for the kind words, so glad you enjoyed born a grease!! 🫶🏻🥹 but most of all thank you for sending this to my ask! Don't know what I did to get Darry angst just hand delivered to my inbox like the morning news but this was lovely and soul crushing all at once. Seriously would love to read more of your writing !!! ).

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

ok similar to my last req

Very scary yet hot m!greaser doing hot, tuff things and is blissfully unaware of the affect he has on the gang + Curly and Tim

what is their reactions—

Lmao I freaking love this starzzzz

Without further ado:

Scary n’ hot m!greaser unknowingly teasing the gang + Tim/curly Shepard and their reactions!!

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok but he’s so flustered

-when you lean back in your seat, running your hands through your hair

-smoking your cigarette

-not even realizing hot goddamn fine you look

-he averts eye contact, it even feeling disrespectful to look at you in that position

-“You alright, Pony?” You’d say, smirking a bit when you see his fluster

-“Y-Yessir…”

Johnny Cade

-his eyes grow pretty damn wide

-and his breathing is panic attack level

-when he sees you taking off your shirt on a hot Oklahoma day

-he tries to hide his blush a bit

-and definitely fails

-and this gets worse n worse as you flex your muscles lifting something heavy

-he just can’t help but think of… what other things those arms are capable of

-he tries to be sneaky glancing at you and be nonchalant but you definitely catch on

-so you bite your lip a little, running your hand through your hair

-with a slight, cruel smirk

-“You good, Johnnycake?”

-he nervously shakes his head, his face only getting redder when you use his nickname

-“Y-yeah”

Sodapop Curtis

-ok he’s used to being the one to tease

-the charmer

-not to mention you’re a pretty scary guy

-but sodas never been scared of you

-he teases you like a friend, always giving you his charming grins and jokes

-but when you lean against the doorframe, in that position

-GODDAMN

-he would slightly blush, and avert his glance elsewhere

-he’d be a lot more quieter than usual, he knows if he talks he might say something

-about how damn good you look and it’s making him weak in the knees

-“Ya ok, Soda? Sure ain’t the chatterbox you usually are.”

-“Uh, yeah. Just uh…” he’d reach over to the cash register “Counting n stuff…”

-it would only take one glance up and down for you to realize what’s happening to him

-“Gee soda, sure is hot now, ain’t it?”

-youd take off your shirt, tossing that to him

-“Be a good boy and hold that for me, would ya?”

-he has the stupidest grin

Darry Curtis

-you two have become pretty close friends

-he’s not stupid enough to start shit with you

-and he doesn’t realize he feels another way

-until he sees you, and how you look

-running your hand through your hair, biting your lip in concentration

-you’re helping him with taxes, you know it’s his least favorite time of the month

-he tries to shove those thoughts about you deep deep down

-but instead, he conveniently blurts out: “That’s hot.”

-you turn to him, smirking a bit “Whatd you just say, Dar?”

-“I-it was nothin. Nothin important.”

-it definitely was and he was a bit flustered for the rest of the night

Dallas Winston

-damn.

-he ain’t gonna let it bother him

-the fact that you lookin so good leaning back in your chair, manspreading as you smoke your cigarette

-your shirt unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive

-he tries not to look downward, exactly where his eyes want to go

-he would curse under his breath

-you don’t even know what you’re doing to him

-sitting like that in front of him

-he’s so turned on, but he ain’t showing that

-he’s not letting you have that leverage over him

-until he stares a bit too long

-“Ain’t my eyes up here, Dal?”

-he got caught, red handed… or red eyed?

-he looks up slowly, smirking a bit

-“Maybe…. But maybe I wanna look elsewhere”

Two Bit Mathews

-hot damn

-you’d just drank water, and missed a little

-and it drips down your chin, neck, and your chest…

-and your shirt is of course off, gods why

-he grins and smirks at you

-looking you up and down, laughing playfully

-“Not bad, big boy…”

-you’d roll your eyes and have to resist the urge to throw a fist at him again

-but you smirk, liking the attention secretly

-most likely besides Dal and Tim to make out

Steve Randle

-you’re working on cars with him one day

-a hot summer day

-and naturally you have your shirt off

-he doesn’t mind, he does too

-until you playfully suggest that you should throw water on each other

-and he does it, but FUCK

-you, your body slicked and oiled with the water, running your hands though your hair

-it’s a sight

-tried to act disinterested but damn he’s checking you out every chance he gets

-“Like what you see, Stevie?”

-he goes back under the car, grumbling “Yeah… maybe…”

Tim Shepard

-as yk

-he’s into tough scary men he wants to fight yall

-and have you on his team fr

-so whenever you drape yourself life a damn painting in that chair

-holding that golden bottle of whiskey, slowly sipping it

-FUCK

-he smirks, and walks over to you

-“Why are you sittin’ in that chair? My laps right here.” He’d say

-you smirk and roll your eyes, patting your own lap

-he doesn’t obey anyone, and you’re one of the few people he will

Curly Shepard

-hot damn

-he knows you from his brothers gang

-you’re the tuffest in the gang, the real secret weapon

-you got everyone in Tulsa shakin in their boots with the right look

-and when he sees you training

-punching that bag, all sweaty with a towel thrown over your shoulder

-shit

-he gets now why people shake around you

-although he maybe is doing that in a different way

-with his internal dialogue, he doesn’t realize he’s been staring for five minutes straight

-“You need somethin’ Curl?”

-he looks at you, and for the first time in his life he feels a mix of scared and horny

-confusing for him, he’s usually the scary one

-“U-Uh… nope.”

-he gets out of there real fast

[curtis-corner]

Stand By Me (A Darry Curtis Fic) PART 2

Thank you so much for the fantastic response to part one!! Definitely helped me get motivated for this next part, which kicks off with a visit to the Curtis house.

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Part 2

You grip the steering wheel and let out a long sigh, glancing over at the foil covered casserole dish in the front seat. You had borrowed your dad’s car to bring it over to the Curtis house, but as you sat parked in front of it, you were overcome with nerves.

Johnny died, it was all over the papers about the hoodlum turned hero and your heart broke for the Greaser gang.

Dallas Winston died too. That wasn’t in the papers – just hushed, whispered gossip at the store. It broke your heart just as much.

It had only been a few days since the awful night, you hadn’t seen Darry at the store and something kept nagging you to do something, help somehow. Even if it was just feeding them for a night so they had one less thing to worry about.

“It’s a lasagna, not a landmine.” You mutter to yourself, and with that you find the courage to get out of the car and up the path.

When Darry answers the door, you nearly gasp at how exhausted he looks. His hair looked like he had run his hand through it a hundred times, the bags under his eyes were near purple and he was two days past a good shave. He says your name like a question and does a long blink, like he can’t quite believe it.

“I’m so sorry about your friends.” You slightly lift the casserole dish. Darry glances down at it then right back at you. “I brought you dinner. If you already have plans, you can stick it in the icebox, it’ll keep for a bit.” He’s still looking at you with a bit of a stunned expression and hasn’t said anything since your name. “Darry?”

“Yeah, uh, sure. I mean thank you.” He rubs the back of his neck and steps aside. “Come in.”

The house is as tidy as you might expect for boys, with worn furniture in the front room and a big fireplace that took over one of the walls. Behind the living room you see a small dining room that leads into a kitchen. You recognized the familiar sight of bills on the table and wondered if Darry sorted like you did: ‘pay now’, ‘pay next paycheck’, ‘pay a little bit and hope they forget you owe the rest’.

“Can I get you something?” Darry asks as you hand him the dish. “Glass of water, or maybe some coffee?”

“It’s alright,” you give him a small smile. “I borrowed my dad’s car, so I can’t be too long. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I heard some kids in the store say Ponyboy was sick.”

“He’ll be okay,” Darry glances at a closed door which you assume is where Ponyboy is while he sets the dish on the table. “Doctor is keeping him in bed for the week which is driving him crazy. But he needs to rest. We’ve got…we’ve got the hearing in a few days.”

I had read about that too: a hearing to see if Ponyboy would be charged in the Soc’s death, if he and Sodapop would be allowed to stay with Darry or be forced to move into a boys home.

“It’s obvious how much you love them. And how you’re tryin’ so hard to take care of them.”

“Yeah, taking care of them so good that Pony gets mixed up in a killing, and then I let him fight in a rumble.” Darry’s jaw tightens and he looks off to the side.

“Hey,” you take a step closer and, for the second time in a week, reach out to take his hand. “Anyone can see how much you love those boys. How hard you would fight for them to have a better life.” He turns back to face you and holds your hand tighter, bringing it a little closer to him.

“And what if it’s not enough?” He asks, so quietly you almost miss it. His eyes are a storm, full of pain and worry but you can see the smallest flicker of hope.

“Then you’ll fight like hell to get them back.”

You become far too aware of how close the two of you are standing, but you can’t bring yourself to step away. You look into his eyes, a gorgeous mix of pale blue and green. He is staring right back at you, but there’s something in his expression you can’t put your finger on. It’s almost like he is studying you, looking for an answer to a problem he can’t quite figure out.

The front door swings open and the moment is broken; you slightly step away and drop his hand.

Sodapop Curtis may have been younger than you in school, but the stories of his good looks and charms made it all the way up to your year. He’s stopped in the store a few times and you can’t recall a time when he wasn’t smiling. He looks tired now, nearly as tired as Darry, but the corners of his mouth pick up when he sees you.

“Gee Darry, I didn’t know we were having such pretty company over.” You let out a small laugh.

“Just came to drop by dinner. And I’ve got to be leaving anyway,” You turn to Darry. “It’s gonna be alright.”

“There you are seeing the good again,” he says, his eyes softening. You give him your best smile; the full one that your mom used to do when she was truly happy about something. You used to practice it in the mirror when you were little, hoping it made people feel happy.

“Just can’t seem to kick the habit. Bye Soda,” you say, letting yourself out the door. But before it could fully close you hear a faint “well I’ll be Darry, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you blush before.”

And then you’re blushing too.

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“Gonna be out late tonight.” Your dad says in his usual gruff voice. “Got a big game down at Buck’s. This could be it.”

“Okay.”

This could be it. How many times have you heard that before? When you were younger, he would fill your head with ideas about being on the verge of hitting the big one. You used to dream about living somewhere with a big green yard where you and your mom could plant beautiful flowers. Maybe you would have a dog, a big golden one like you saw a lady walking past the diner one day. Your car would shine, you could buy new shoes, your mom would laugh like she used to.

As you got older the dreams started to fade as you realized ‘we’re almost there’ really meant ‘we’re further and further away.’

“You get paid yet?”

“Payday is on Friday.”

“We won’t be payin’ bills forever.” He says, but even he is losing steam on promising you about a future where you live large. You nod and look back down at your plate.

You eat the rest of the meal in silence and you think about a house a few streets away and wonder if they are eating lasagna.

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Sheila is working the front counter while you unpack a box of laundry detergent in the home cleaning section. Shelia is a few years older than you and not exactly friendly, but she works a few hours a week so you can take a break from the register and help the stockboy get everything in order. Mr. Murphy used to do all of the unpacking himself, but he’s on the wrong side of sixty to be doing heavy lifting anymore.

The bells over the door jingle as you stand on your tip toes to slide the final box of Tide powder into place. You hear a noise at the end of the aisle and turn to see Darry Curtis walking towards you. ‘

He’s dressed nicer than you’ve ever seen him dress, but the real reason you stop and stare is the fact that he is positively beaming. You are so mesmerized by the sight you almost forget why he could be looking so happy.  

“Cleared of any charges,” he takes another step closer to you. “And they are staying with me.” You let out a squeal and, in a burst of excitement, throw yourself into his arms.

His strong arms wrap around you, bringing you closer. Your face is pressed against him muscular chest and you can smell his aftershave, and you know you must have smelled it before since you stock it in the store, but for some reason it smells loads better on Darry.

“I’m so happy for you boys,” you make no move to let go, and he doesn’t either. Maybe you should be embarrassed at literally throwing yourself at him, but something about being in his arms feels so right.

A slight commotion causes you to lift your head from his chest. You see Sodapop and Ponyboy at the end of the aisle, Soda smiling as wide as can be and Pony looking like he’s trying to hide it.

“I thought I told you both to wait in the truck,” Darry sounds only slightly exasperated. He drops his arms, but doesn’t step away from you.

“But you forgot to bring her this,” Sodapop holds out the clean casserole dish and you step forward to take it.

“Oh thank you, you didn’t have to bring it back-“

“Course we did, returning a dish means you’ll get more one day. And we loved your lasagna. Even Pony ate it, and he’s been living off soup all week.” Soda ruffles his younger brother’s combed hair and Ponyboy half-heartedly shoves him off.

“It was really good.” Ponyboy nodded and you smiled at him. It was still funny to see him with blond hair. “Darry almost stabbed Steve with his fork when he went for the last bite.”

“Alright, thanks for bringing the dish, get back to the truck.” Darry gives them pointed looks and you stifle a laugh. They run off with loud goodbyes and tou must not do a good job at hiding your amusement, because he gives you the same look. “They tend to exaggerate.”

“Sure they do.” You both share a smile, and he clears his throat.

“You work late tonight, right? It’s one of your closing days?” You nod. “I was wondering if I could drive you home on your late days. I don’t like the thought of you walking alone.”

“Really?” You ask. “You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would.” He looks serious for a second, then his eyes get a mischievous twinkle. “Can’t have anything happen to my favorite lasagna baker.”

“Maybe next time I’ll make two.” You hear Sheila call for you from the front.

“So that’s a yes? I can pick you up at closing time?”

“Sure. If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.” Shelia calls you again and you try not to roll your eyes, but you think he can tell anyway because his small smile, the one that shows the dimple, is back.

He leaves and you glance at the three boys driving away in the truck as you walk up to help Sheila with the register.

“Those Curtis boys might be handsome, but they are trouble.” Sheila says, giving you a pointed look.

“I think you’re only half-right on that one.”

And even if she was fully right, you knew there was no way you could give them up now.

Notes: Next up is some conversations from these late night drives

[d8nielaa]

Hii love!!!!

You should do another fic that's like Friday night at the drive in because I loved the dan berry one !!😭💝

Authors Note: HI ANONNNNNN yes ofc I will write this for you!! ill give 2 dollars if anyone can guess my favorite song from the outsiders soundtrack..

Friday at the Drive In

socs x greasers x reader

The night air was crisp, the smell of popcorn and soft drinks wafting through the air, blending with the sound of a distant engine starting. The drive-in movie theater was full, but not as full as the hearts of the people who filled it. On a night like this, it wasn’t just the movies that were making the rounds. It was the chatter, the laughter, the company.

You were sitting on the hood of your car, a soft smile on your lips as you looked over the gathering crowd. Around you were both Socs and Greasers—people who, under normal circumstances, would never cross paths. But they did for you.

Your name was a whispered comfort among all who knew you, and even those who didn’t. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and a person who could make anyone feel seen, you had this way of pulling people in.

“Hey, Y/N!” The call was from Cherry Valance, her laughter carrying over as she slipped onto the seat next to you. “You saved me a spot?”

“Always, Cherry.” You gave her a warm smile, your voice gentle and calming as it always was. Cherry leaned in, looking around at the people gathered.

“It’s crazy how everyone’s getting along tonight, huh? Even the Greasers are talking to us!”

Your eyes lit up as you watched the boys from your side of town mingle with the Greasers. You didn’t care that people sometimes judged them. The Greasers, like the Socs, were just people. They each had their own stories, their own struggles, and you loved hearing about all of them.

"Yeah… I guess you could say I have that effect on people," you teased with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

She laughed too, the sound light and airy. "No kidding. But seriously, I think it's because you're so easy to talk to. You don't care who they are."

Your eyes softened as you looked over at the Greasers, seeing Dally talking to Ponyboy while Johnny shyly looked on, and Two-Bit laughing over a joke. Even Ace, the only girl in the Greaser crowd, was talking to Steve.

You hopped down from the hood of your car and wandered over to them, your presence a quiet warmth that caused a shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t about making everyone comfortable—it was simply about being there.

"Hey, everyone," you greeted, your voice a soft hum of familiarity.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ponyboy waved.

“Here comes our favorite Soc,” Two-Bit grinned, leaning back in his chair, tipping his cap to you. "I swear, you’re like a secret weapon or something."

Ace smirked as she kicked back against the side of the car, crossing her arms but her eyes still soft. “What’s up, Y/N? I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

"Never," you laughed, playfully nudging her. "You know I like to talk to everyone."

"Yeah, you do. But you’re the only Soc I actually don’t mind hanging out with." Ace had a way of teasing, but there was genuine warmth in her words, too. You had a way of making even the toughest of people soften up.

“You guys are fun to hang out with,” you said, settling in beside her. You glanced up at the sky for a moment, letting the stars remind you of how small the world could feel sometimes, yet, tonight, it felt so big with all the love surrounding you.

“Some of us are better than others,” Dally muttered under his breath, though it was clear he wasn’t really upset. You simply smiled, knowing he didn’t mean any harm.

"Shut up, Dal," Steve shot back, grinning. "We know you love her."

“You guys are too much,” you said, rolling your eyes in the most charming way possible. “I’m just here to enjoy the movie.”

“You’re the best,” Johnny mumbled, his smile shy but sincere. You gave him a gentle nod, your kindness going unnoticed by no one, especially not Johnny, who always appreciated when people treated him with gentleness.

The conversation shifted easily, from the latest gossip at school to the best movies to watch at the drive-in. The Greasers didn’t usually have a lot of fun on these nights, but when you were around, it was different. Even Ace found herself lightening up around you, finding an easy connection that didn’t feel forced.

Soon enough, the movie started, but the buzz of conversations didn’t quiet down entirely. The group shifted and leaned against the hoods of cars, still in their tight-knit circles of comfort—only now, those circles were slightly more intertwined.

As the night went on, you found yourself moving between both sides of the group, effortlessly bridging the gap that seemed insurmountable for most.

“I still don’t get how you do it,” Cherry said, leaning in toward you as the credits rolled on the screen. “You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.”

You chuckled softly, your cheeks warming. “I don’t do anything, really. I just listen, you know? I like hearing what people have to say, no matter where they come from.”

Cherry smirked. “You’re like some sort of diplomat or something.”

“More like a peaceful peacemaker,” you teased. “But hey, it works.”

As the night ended, the sky had darkened completely, and everyone was starting to head out. But there was an unspoken feeling that lingered. The bonds that had formed tonight weren’t fleeting. They were genuine. The Greasers, the Socs—they were all people. And tonight, you made sure they remembered that.

When you finally said goodbye to everyone, Ace pulled you aside, her usual tough exterior softened. “Hey… you’re really something, Y/N. Don’t change, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised with a smile, gently squeezing her hand. “You’re one of my favorites too, Ace. Don’t forget that.”

She rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her face. “I won’t.”

As you walked away, you glanced back at the mix of Socs and Greasers lingering in the parking lot, the warmth of their affection still wrapped around you like a blanket. You were their bridge, their quiet, understanding force. You didn’t need to be loud or boastful—you were enough just by being you.

And that was more than enough.

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Authors Note: guys im so ready for my birthday

[mocha1662]

Date with a doll pt.2

( I’m so so soo sorry there will be a pt.3 to this🥲, a kiss, for the most part fluff, a bit of angst,mentioning of racism,We’ll see where this goes :3)

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We all made our way to the “Nightly Double”, Two-bit said with a wide grin, “This here’s the biggest drive in, in town. You’ll love it!”, I felt a little intrigued as we walked by big groups of greasers, seeing occasional Socs who in their cars enjoying one of the two movies places on the projectors, the sky was now completely dark and a few stars appeared like chalk on a blackboard. I stayed close PonyBoy and Johnny as we stood in line for the concession stand, “What does it feel like being a greaser?”, I asked with a curious look in my eyes, PonyBoy grimaced a bit, “Absolutely horrid, that’s all folks see you as.”, Johnny shook his head popping the collar of his Jean jacket as a slight breeze passed, I nodded sympathetically letting the moment of silence pass before saying anything, “I don’t consider myself being a Soc, it doesn’t seem nothing special.” Ponyboy looked confused, “You guys got it all!, he exclaimed, I nodded, “But, some of the jocks are terrible, just terrible.”, Johnny looked at me sympathetically, “Why’s that?”, I scrunched up my nose a bit at the terrible memory of one of the jocks putting the sign, “Blackie” on my locker, after I told the story I saw how the group looked in horror, “That’s just terrible, you dont deserve that. You’re no different from anybody else.”, I smiled,shaking my hands letting out a nervous giggle. “It’s not anything I can’t handle.”, once we made it to the front of the concession stand we paid for our tickets and went inside, after getting in I looked around noticing Dallas wasn’t with us, “Where’s Dallas?”, before the boys could answer there was a loud whoop in the air and we turned to see Dallas swinging a greaser girl around on his shirtless shoulder as she laughed loudly, “There, he is.”, we all walked over to him but as soon as he saw us he practically dropped her while putting her down, “Where’d you go?”, Two-Bit asked, “Went through the fence, I was heading over to you guys when this knucklehead caught me.”, a tall slim man put Dallas in a headlock, Say uncle!”, Dallas easily got under his grip and put his shirt on, the girl greaser he was holding up snaked an arm around him. “Hey, Sylvia.”, Johnny said with a hint of spite, I looked at the girl more closely. She was a slim, small cheeked bone girl, her hair in a frizzy updo. She planted a kiss on Dallas, who didn’t look too interested.

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“Who’s this?”, the tall slim man with a bushy mustache asked, Dallas shook Sylvia off and walked over to me, “This is a classy Soc Johnnycake picked up on the way here.”, Johnny got red faced as he shook his head, “She’s Ponyboy’s classmate, we found her with a flat tire and are just keeping her company!”, he protested, the tall man walked over to me slicking back his hair, “Well, it’s nice to meet’ cha. I’m Tim,Tim Shepard.”, I smiled shaking his hand, Dallas quietly broke off the hand shake as he guided me towards the seats, “Let’s go find you a seat.”, he said, walking towards the drive in. Once we made it to our seats, Two bit and Johnny immediately went to get popcorn and soda for all of us, on Dallas’s accord, of course. I talked with Ponyboy about the new book, “Gone with the Wind.”, that we were reading in class, “I think the book is kind of poetic.”, Ponyboy explain his favorite part of the book when i felt a hand snake across my shoulder, yet again. “So your a smartie pants or some?”, I nodded, “Aint nothing wrong that, is it?” I asked, looking at him he flashed a smile at me as he looked at my neck, “Nice necklace.”, I looked down at my gold necklace, thanking him, “It’s my mom’s.”; he linked his finger around it, “It’s cute, simple and sophisticated, just like you.”, Dallas inched his face closer to me going for a kiss when there a loud *AHEM* from behind us. I looked up in the stands to see Two bit and Johnny holding the snacks, “Here ya go.”, I grabbed a popcorn and coke thanking them as the movie started, we watched some soldier movie while we ate when Dallas tapped me, “Pst, let’s get out of here, I wanna show you some.”, I looked a little hesitant, “We’ll be back before the movie ends and it won’t be far.”, I nodded, he grabbed my hand heading out of the drive in we walked to a unrecognized car.

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“Woah, no no no! Yall gonna kidnap me!”, I shouted running back to towards the drive in but we caught by Dallas, he placed a hand over my mouth, “Relax, I’m not gonna kidnap you, we can stand right here if ya like.”, I stopped moving as he let me go, “Look up, I was gonna show you the stars, we could’ve sat on Tim’s car roof for a better view.”, I looked embarrassment, apologizing as he chuckled. “But, look up Ponyboy told me about how the stars smush together sometimes and makes pictures.”, he pointed out pictures he could make out from the stars, “You know, I’d like to take you out sometime.”, I looked at him directly confused, “A-aren’t you dating Sylvia?”, “That broad isn’t crap, she jumps on any guy anytime I get sent to the cooler.”, he kicked a rock kicking up dust as he snuffed his hands into his pockets, “I don’t want to get into any trouble.”, he looked at me, “You think I’m not goood enough for ya?”, he said defensively, “No,no we just met, you know? And we’re both so different an-“, I felt soft lips connect with mine as a hand wrapped around my waist, his lips tasted like tobacco mixed with mint and a faint taste of bubblegum when he broke of the kiss he had a smirk on his face slicking back his hair. “You got some soft lips, doll.”, before I could speak he went for another longer kiss as I gripped his face kissing him. I smiled, and looked at him, “Maybe, just maybe we can have one date.”, he cocked an eye brow, “Yeah? I’d like that how about you come back down here and I can set some up for ya.”, I nodded, why not? A little date wouldn’t hurt. I was about to say something when there was bright flash of a car light, “Hey, we got your car fixed!”, it was Darry and the others in my now fixed car, I looked back at Dallas who was now lighting a weed, “Well, guess I’ll see you later, doll. I’m gonna go see where Sylvia is so I can finally cut ties.”, before I could say my goodbyes he had ran off jumping the fence of the drive in. Johnny, Ponyboy, and Two Bit had made their way out to the group asking where I went, as I got into my car I shook my head but grabbed a slipped paper and a pen from the glove carpe-tent, “Can you give this to Dallas? It’s my house number.”, Ponyboy took it confused, “See ya around, and thank you so much again,Darry.”; I said giving a kiss his cheek out of gratitude. “No problem.”, I got in and drove off, I’d call Cherry and tell her about what had transpired when I got home.

(Hiii, I hope this pt.2 is keeping you all interested! I’m sorry that it’s a little rushed but I write these in my free time and off the top of my head!)

[decemburaryseventytooth]

Chapter two, Johnny’s Perspective. (Part one)⬇️

Chapter two.

The sky was getting darker and cars started showin’ up to The Nightly Double as we got there, me and Ponyboy crawled through a hole in the fence while Dally jumped over it; either he was too big to fit or he was just doing it Dallas Winston style. We found a row of seats behind two classy-looking girls and sat down. Dally was already eyeing them and it seemed like Ponyboy noticed as well. That’s when Dallas started actin’ real bad. I knew he could talk dirty but half the stuff that came out of his mouth I had never heard of before. The girls looked like they were gettin’ mad. “Pony I’m gonna go get a coke..” I huffed before quickly getting up from my chair and going over to the concession stand where there was already a long line. I didn’t mind waiting. While I was waiting a fight broke out between a Greaser and a Soc because the Greaser bumped into the Soc and the guy took offence to it. That was until the manager of the concession stand stopped the two of them before it got ugly.

Soon I got my coke and left before anything else happened. As I got back to my seat I saw that Dally was still botherin’ the red-haired girl. “Would you just be nice and leave us alone?” The redhead pleaded. “I’m never nice; you want a coke or somethin’?” Dallas questioned. “I want you to leave us alone!” She got angrier, though her friend seemed entertained by the whole thing. “C’mon Little Orphan Annie, you want a coke or not?” Dallas’ eyebrows furrowed. “Get lost hood!” The redhead snapped; her eyes were about as firey as her hair. Dallas immediately got up with his palms raised in mock surrender. “Alright alright, I know when I’m not wanted..” He mumbled with a slight smirk on his face as he walked away. “I didn’t know Dally could read..” Ponyboy stated, surprised that Dallas even knew about that comic strip. “You gonna start in on us too?” She had turned to us; my eyes widened and I stared at them anxiously. Ponyboy shook his head. “No,” He stated. Her face softened and she smiled, which made me relax a little. “You don’t look the type to do something like that.. What’s your name?” She asked, I saw Pony deflate a little at the question, I knew he hated tellin’ people his name. “Ponyboy Curtis..” His cheeks had a light dusting of red on them. “And this is my buddy Johnny.” He introduced me as well as I sat back in my seat, which I was thankful for.

“That’s an original and lovely name; I like it.” She smiled, Ponyboy seemed grateful for her honesty. “I got a brother named Sodapop; says so on his birth certificate.” He said. “I’m Sherri but everybody calls me Cherry cause of my hair.” “Yeah Cherry Valance, I know you; we go to the same school. You’re a cheerleader.” Pony stated. “You don’t look old enough to be going to high school.” The black-haired girl hummed. “I ain’t; I got put up a year.” Ponyboy said proudly. “What are you nice boys doing hanging around with that trash?” Cherry questioned, I exhaled softly. “That’s Dallas; we’re buddies.” Me and Ponyboy said at the same time. Cherry had an apologetic look on her face. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She apologised. “Ponyboy, your brother, doesn’t he work down at the DX?” Ponyboy nodded. “Man your brother is one doll; shoulda known you’s were brothers,” She complimented, Ponyboy grinned pridefully. “How come we don’t see your brother at school anymore?” The black-haired girl whose name was Marcia asked, “Isn’t he sixteen?” She questioned. “He’s a dropout.” Ponyboy said harshly, he hated it when Soda dropped out. Cherry was about to say something when Dallas came strutting back over holding a few cokes. He handed one to Marcia who took it eagerly and then handed the other to Cherry then sat down next to her. “That might cool you off.” Cherry squeezed the paper cup slightly, making the coke spill over the top, then she threw it in Dally’s face. “Maybe when you learn to talk and act decent I might cool off too!” She hissed. Dallas just wiped it off his face with his sleeve and put his arm around her. “Firey huh? That’s how I like ‘em.” Cherry was about to push him off, which I knew was gonna make Dallas mad.

“Leave her alone Dal’..” I gulped, standing up. Dally was for sure gonna beat my head in, but he just looked at me like I said something really nasty. “What did you say to me you little shit?” He fumed, removing his arm from Cherry’s shoulders and getting up, knocking the seat in front of him. “C’mon Dal’.. Leave her alone..” My voice got quieter, but Dallas just stared at me in disbelief before he turned and stalked off. I was certain he would have slapped me upside the head but no, you don’t just tell Dally Winston what to do and get away with it.

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“Thanks he had me scared half to death.” Cherry let out a sigh of relief. “Sure didn’t show it.. Ain’t nobody talk to Dally like that.” I managed to say. “Well you did,” She smiled, I felt my ears heat up. I felt bad for tellin’ Dallas to stop but them girls didn’t do nothin’ wrong. “Well you can sit up here; you can protect us.” Marcia grinned, me and Ponyboy glanced at each other. The gang would freak out once we told them. “Alright,” I said before getting up and sitting next to Marcia while Pony sat next to Cherry.

“How old are you guys?” Marcia asked, looking at me, then at Ponyboy. “I’m fourteen,” Ponyboy answered, “Sixteen.” I said. “Huh funny.. I thought you’s were both-” “Sixteen.” Cherry answered for Marcia, which I was grateful for; I looked younger than I was and I hated it. “How come you weren’t scared of us like you was of Dally?” I asked curiously; usually most Soc girls were scared of us. “Oh I’ve heard of Dallas Winston; nobody can get on his level of bad.” She stated and Marcia nodded in agreement. “Y’all don’t look mean either.” Marcia added. “Sure, we’re young and innocent..” Ponyboy grumbled, resting his chin in his hand. “No no.. Not innocent; you’ve seen too much to be innocent. You’re just not dirty.”

“Dally’s okay,” I said, defending Dallas. “He’d leave you alone if he knew who you was.” Ponyboy added. “Well I’m glad he doesn’t know us.” Marcia stated matter of factly. “I kinda admire him..” Cherry mumbled. I was saying stuff out my mind; I really wasn’t paying attention to them and it seemed like Cherry was into talking with Pony more than me and Marcia was too busy watching the movie. “How come y’all came with no car? This is a Soc hangout and most of the Soc’s have cars,” Ponyboy questioned. “Our boyfriends decided it would be a good idea to bring some alcohol with them.” Marcia stated, sipping her coke. “It’s not my idea of a good time to sit around and watch people get drunk.. I wouldn’t mind it so much if they were at home drinking; then they wouldn’t risk gettin’ hurt. But they decide to drink while driving to a movie with us in the car!” Cherry was startin’ to get hacked off, not at us, but at her and Marcia’s boyfriends. “I’d like to die on my own terms, not get into a car wreck because two drunk teenagers couldn’t put the flask down for twenty minutes!” She finally relaxed back down in her chair, flicking her hair out of her face where the wind had blown harshly.

I went to take a sip of my coke when I felt a hard hand land on my shoulder. I could feel the colour drain from my face. “Alright Greasers you’ve had it.” A low voice growled. “Jeez Two-Bit! Scare us to death!” Ponyboy gasped, Two-Bit chuckled. My breathing was shallow and my skin felt cold; it seemed like Pony and Two-Bit noticed. “Sorry Johnny, I forgot.” Two-Bit ruffled up my hair. “So who are they? Your great-grandmothers?” “Great grandmothers, twice removed.” Cherry added. I was still getting my wits back together, not paying real attention to their conversation. All I heard was something about me and Pony being greasy hoods, being Shanghai’ed and something about ten camels. “Hey Johnnycake! Say somethin’ in Arabian,” Two-Bit’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Cut it out man!” I whined. “They asked us to sit up here with them after Dally left so we could protect them.” I felt a little bad getting tense around Two-Bit but he just grinned at me.

“Where is Dallas anyway?” Two-Bit questioned, but before either me or Ponyboy could say anything, Tim Shepard had appeared next to us. “Yeah where is ol’ Dally?” He asked curtly. I didn’t like Tim much and honestly I was kinda scared of him but hell I respected him; not only was he a fellow Greaser, he was Dally’s buddy, which made him a buddy to all of us. “He left Tim.” Ponyboy stated, “Man I know he slashed my tires! Curly told me.” Tim got a little louder which made one of the movie goers shush him, which caused Tim to flip him off. “Honesty Tim we haven’t seen him! Y’all seen Dally?” Ponyboy asked the rest of us, we all shook our heads. “No he left.” Cherry added. That made Tim cool down a little before he left. “Dally got a blade?” Two-Bit asked quietly, so Timothy Shepard wouldn’t hear him and come back. “He busted his this morning,” I stated. “Good, Tim’ll fight fair as long as he don’t got one.” The girls looked kinda nervous now. “Y’all aren’t planning on playing rough are you?” “Oh a little skin fighting ain’t rough,” Two-Bit stated. “Blows off steam more than anything.”

“Yeah boy real simple.” Cherry smirked. But what Two-Bit said was true; if Dally and Tim were to have it out, they’d never hate each other afterwards. And Dallas did deserve it; nobody likes having slashed tires and he did get himself caught so it was all on him. “Yeah! If he gets killed or something, you can just bury him no sweat!” Marcia joked, man she and Two-Bit were alike. “You dig okay baby.” Two-Bit grinned at Marcia who grinned back. “Ponyboy would you come with me and get some popcorn?” Cherry asked, getting up from her seat. “Yeah sure,” Ponyboy got up too. “Any of y’all want some?” Cherry asked, “I do!” Marcia accepted. “Yeah same; get Johnny some too; I’m buyin’.” Two-Bit handed Pony some coins before the two of them wandered off to the concession stand. “Thanks Two-Bit.. But I coulda’ paid for mine.” I stated, I felt bad that Two-Bit had wasted his money on me, even though he didn’t really earn it as he didn’t have a job and he planned to stay that way. “Shut it kid. My money, my rules.” Two-Bit grinned before he turned to Marcia and started a conversation with her.

Now I was wishing I had someone to talk to, kinda wishing I didn’t tell Dally off. If there was another girl here I was for sure never gonna talk to her. I’m kind of scared of girls to be honest. Not that I’m a loser or anything, just that most of the girls that talked to me, besides Evie, Sandy, and Sylvia, all looked like they wanted to spit on me if they had the chance. The movie was getting boring too; it was one of them beach movies that come out every year that have no storyline. I sipped at my coke. I wanted a weed, though I had a lighter but no cancer sticks on me. Soon Cherry and Ponyboy came back with an armful of popcorn, Pony handed me and Two-Bit ours while Cherry handed one to Marcia.

[specific-dreamer]

oh you want more⁉️ once the can of worms is open they’ll be crawling up your walls for days 👹👹👹👹👹 I’m crazy and deranged especially about one darrel curtis jr in particular 👹👹👹👹

resetting the scene…. *opens fic outline…who said that..* he remembers cradling a brand new ponyboy in his arms, he sees him swaddled in a pink blanket bc their parents had been expecting a girl bc they were both part of “two boys and a girl” families (#start your own lore challenge), baby pony loved to squeeze darry with that classic baby strength when he was upset and as 14 year old pony is on top of him screaming in his face bright red and teary holding the meat of his biceps with his nails a part of him sees that tiny baby again and only wants to hold him and soothe him like he used to be able to, take everything he’s ever said in the last few months back, drive himself to the store after work that day, but he can’t!!!! he’s already damaged their family too much, and if pony needs to let it all out like a baby throwing a tantrum- unable to truly express what they feel without physicality- then who the fuck is Darry to take that from him? soda is sitting at the table still, poking his dinner with the prongs of his fork and silently trying to keep himself steady as he !yet again! antagonizes their brother, struggling to swallow around the lump in his throat, he finds himself waiting for soda to jump in too, to kick him in the ribs and the back of the head. he needs it just as much as pony, he uses soda as a crutch too often and pushes him in the middle, almost resenting him for how intact he’s kept his relationship with pony while he grows farther and farther away from them both to the point he isn’t even a brother, not even a parent or an uncle, more like a principal or a jail warden or something of the like. soda is practically shaking in his seat, he’s angry and Darry wants him to be. they deserve to be angry and whatever else he’s made them bury when he’s around. he knows it’s selfish to be thinking of all of the wrong he’s done his babies when they hurt so bad, he knows, but it’s his fault really… he should’ve let pony be when he didn’t want to talk to him, he should’ve never thrown the bills at soda’s feet and rattled pony in the kitchen, he should’ve picked up his own frosting instead of begging for it for his birthday… soda slams his utensils on the table and rushes the clump of ponyboy and Darry on the living room floor, he grabs the back of pony’s shirt and pushes Darry’s shoulder until they separate. pony keeps crying in a ball as far from them both as he can get in the smaller space, and soda is trembling, arms out to keep Darry away from him and vise versa covered in tears of his own. his first brother, who he taught how to say swear words in secret in elementary school and was there when he said his first word while their parents were sleeping because he had a stomach ache that kept him up all night and he was so obsessed with watching over the baby in his room and sang him songs when he would fuss and believe him he Did, even when he was happy he would cry and cry… soda is blushing down his neck sobbing before he even gets coherent words out between them, it pulls Darry apart. he wants them to unleash it all on him so badly, he wants to rid them of their pain in any way that will work no matter the cost…. but he can’t… he can’t hardly open his mouth to talk to them as they cry now, but when he does..

/You’re our little brother and we love you. Did you hear what I just said… I said I love you./

he’s thought it plenty. he loves his brothers like no one’s ever loved anything and he’d bet the world on that. but he hasn’t said it in so long, not out loud, only when saying his prayers at night asking whatever’s even out there for some fucking good fortune and good luck for once, not even for him just for them…

ponyboy glances up out of the crook of his elbow and then covers his ears. he’s still so small, he’s barely a real teenager… soda’s shoulders drop like weight is shedding off of him little by little, he holds Darry’s arm like it’s the only thing he needs to keep himself upright or he’ll fall over and die right there, resting the side of his face against his bicep. soda is getting big, he’ll be 18 in a year, but he still feels like a baby… his first brother, the littlest forever in his eyes. Darry wants to scoop them up and say it again and again, to make up for everything he’s already said and done, to dig it into their heads that he loves them so much it makes him feel sick and it’ll never change even if pony still hates him in the morning and soda finally gives up on keeping him sane.

there’s a knock at the door and he stops talking, both of his brothers scrambling to different corners. Darry stays on the floor a second longer to catch his breath.

……. well…. I’m not even going to try rereading that.. goodnight !!!!!!

it’s 942am and this is what i wake up to. anon im not even in your walls anymore. i’m sitting on your couch waiting to jump you.

i’m going to eat you anon. i’m in tears man 😭