#math cade

[the-mad-closet]

Heyyyyy could i get unsub!micphet with 14,21,39,54 and optional 41

Ooh, fun! I've never done that dynamic, so sorry if it's not great!

14 - Sadism/Masochism, 21 - Orgasm control/edging, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex, (bonus) 41 - Latex/Gloves

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14 - Sadism/Masochism

"Jon," Mick commands, snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of the chair he sits in.

A small part of Prophet almost wants to roll his eyes and refuse, just to be a brat, but a larger, less rebellious, part of his mind screams a reminder that Mick hasn't had this much time for him in several months and Prophet really wants to get railed today.

"Don't make me ask again, pet," Mick demands again, snapping his fingers twice more.

Prophet immediately goes and slides to his knees at Mick's feet. Mick hums, lifting a hand and stroking long fingers over the hair on Prophet's head. "Good," he says. He takes his hand back and puts it in front of Prophet's chest like he's offering his hand for Prophet to take. Prophet knows better than that though.

With a long, anticipatory sigh, Prophet puts his wrist in Mick's hand and relaxes, trying to keep still. As expected, Mick takes the last drag of his cigarette and sighs, the smoke slowly escaping from between the sniper's lips. Then, Mick pulls Prophet closer with his grip on the elder's wrist and presses the stub of the cigarette to the back of Prophet's arm.

The pain burns. Of course it does, it's a cigarette, and the pain radiates up Prophet's arm, settling nice and neat in his wrist and fingers. Prophet goes from soft to hard and heavy in a matter of seconds. He gasps, hand curling into a loose fist as Mick takes the cigarette away.

"I have to take care of the girl's body now," Mick says as he stands from the chair he sits in. "But I'll be back tonight. I'll fuck you if you've been good. You won't like it if you aren't."

Prophet swallows around a suddenly dry throat and nods. "Yes, sir," he rasps.

"You want the ring and plug?" Mick asks expectantly.

Prophet nods, biting back a pleading whine. "Yes, sir."

Mick smirks. Prophet feels a thrill shoot up his spine.

~

21 - Orgasm control/edging

Prophet was in prison for a while, during which his wife divorced him. Granted, Prophet's sex life wasn't that great to start with, but he wasn't expecting this to feel so good.

Mick takes his hand away again, and a choked noise falls from Prophet's mouth. The sniper smirks and backs away.

Prophet twists in his bonds, pushing into and pulling away from the vibrations currently buzzing against his prostate. He whines lowly.

Mick laughs softly. "Come on, Jon," he says softly. "Give us a show."

Prophet glances over to the hetero couple tied to the radiator, getting steam burns because the radiator isn't off. He moans, head thrown back to the ceiling as the. Ibrations get more intense. Fuck, he's in for a long night.

Mick's always more intense while his victim's are captured.

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39 - Intoxication/Drugged

Mick's high tonight. He's shot up because, of course, he has. Now, he wants to fuck Prophet.

"C'mon, Jon, just a little shagging. Not gonna hurt anyone."

Yes it will, because in the process of shooting up, Mick had forgotten he had an audience of one. A man Prophet would very much like to leave. Prophet's never been good at saying no to Mick, especially not now that they're in the killing business together.

Mick chuckles wildly, reaching up and grabbing Prophet by the back of the neck and pulling him down. Prophet's lips smash against his, a messy clicking of teeth and press of tongue, and Prophet quickly gets with the program and melts.

Mick's hands fumble with the buttons on Prophet's shirt and with a short rip, Prophet is bare chested in front of Mick and panting for air. Prophet's blood rushes south as Mick pulls back and starts nipping at Prophet's nipples instead. Mick takes one hand and trails it down to Prophet's pants, somehow undoing his belt and yanking down his zipper. Then Mick's hand shoves the jeans out of the way and exposes Prophet's red and rapidly swelling cock to the cool air. Prophet's whimpers around a startled swallow.

Mick smirks. He strokes Prophet's cock quickly, nipping and sucking on the older man's nipples, keeping him still with a hand on Prophet's neck. Prophet couldn't hold out if wanted to. He comes long and hard all over Mick's clothes.

"Dirty boy," Mick laughs. "On your knees."

Prophet doesn't hesitate to comply, sinking down on shaking legs, mind still couded from the lightning strikes sparking up his spine. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

Mick's pupils are large and black when he laughs again and rips off his belt and pants.

~

54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex

"Mine," Prophet growls, stabbing the knife into the girl's corpse. "He's mine!"

"Yeah?" asks a long-familiar voice. A hand curls around the back of Prophet's neck, pressing down until Prophet's face down and holding his weight on his arms. The woman's blank, lifeless eyes stare up at Prophet's. Despite all his time thinking that he'd hate the sight of the dead, the fact that he's on all fours over a corpse just turns him on.

Mick kneels down behind Prophet and smooths his hands up Prophet's leg, down his back. "Jealous, love?" Mick asks knowingly. "Hate that she got to put her hands on me? That she knows what this dick feels like?"

Prophet swallows hard as Mick hooks his fingers in the older's belt loops and draws down the pants slowly. "Yes," he whispers, not trusting his voice.

Mick laughs softly. "Look what you've done, pretty boy," he murmurs. "You've killed her for taking what wasn't hers. You did that."

Prophet's blood rushes south. "Mine," he pants as Mick rucks up his shirt and kisses his spine, all the way down to his tail, then down the curve of Prophet's ass, then to his empty, quivering hole.

"Stay still, pet." Mick shoves his tongue inside Prophet's hole. Prophet gasps and comes untouched, spilling his load right onto the corpse's body.

~

(Bonus)

41 - Latex/Gloves

"Mm," Mick says, watching Prophet's hand on his cock. "Love the way you look in those gloves, pet. Go on, use that other hand. Stretch me."

Prophet's dick gives a valiant effort to rise, but is stopped by the cage once more. He whimpers. "Yes, sir."

Mick chuckles. "You'll get your, pet. In time."

~

Thank you! @math-cade

[fangirl-docintraining]

Yall know what time it is!!!! This chap goes out to all my readers who are in test/exam/midterm season. If yall don’t cry over tests or homework or assignments sometimes ur stronger than me 😂❤️ Anyways please enjoy and come yell all your thoughts at me afterwards 💁🏼‍♀️

[ko0l-k1dd0]

Physically in 2023

Mentally in 2020 writing fan fiction with hot pink glittery gel pen in math class.

(The image below is directly copied from my green butterfly notebook. I went home and put it into my notes app because I thought it was literary genius)

[transingthoseformers]

So for context on this discord word vomit, i record what time i go to sleep in an empty server (or at least turn off the phone) for my DBT cards. Now, because of course, i often end up writing long ass ideas instead.

So here's the bayverse Optimus heat rant

The fic was "Privacy" by "QueenIsGone" btw, interesting fic but i didn't read all the way through it

[inezthefish]

My Outsiders Headcanons

Warnings: None, maybe some cursing, mention of Dally being a manwhore

Ponyboy Curtis

- He 100% has a gluten allergy or is lactose intolerant

-Trips up the stairs

-He puts ranch on everything

Sodapop Curtis

-Rip Soda you would have loved Takis 😞

-He can’t add anything past 7+4 without using his hands.

-He hates spiders and screams like a little girl if he sees one.

Darry Curtis

-Makes one of those huge, itemized shopping lists.

-Will put soap in your mouth if you say a bad word

-Type of guy to be on a date with a girl and be having a nice conversation and then it’ll just be like

Girl- “So what’s your family like?”

Darry- “Well, my parents died so now I have to raise two teens on my own, and one of them ran away when his best friend killed someone last year.”

Johnny Cade

-When Soda grows out of some clothes, Darry very discreetly washes it and gives it to Johnny.

-Hates socks that go past your ankles, like he will tweak if they are past his ankles

-Loves plants, when he grows up and gets his own house he’s gonna be one of those people with hundreds of succulents and plants in their home.

Dallas Winston

-Let’s be honest, Dallas Winston probably has a couple unknown kids because bro ejaculates and evacuates.

-Cat person. 100% had tried to bring a cat into Bucks and Buck was like “Nah dude”

-He has this one pair of boots he stole from a store that he gave to Johnny when Johnny’s tennis shoes stopped fitting him

Two-Bit Mathews

-Let’s his little sister (i headcanon her to be 5 or 6) paint his nails, the gang makes fun of him for it

-Actually fire at math but just doesn’t try

-Hates only the green apples, loves all the other ones

Steve Randle

-Has said “You can’t handle the randle” unironically.

-The amount of cavities this man has from chocolate cake and not brushing his teeth

-He definitely loves white girl music, this man can sing the whole 1989 (Taylor’s Version) set list and will do so.

[bluemirrorangel]

outsiders headcanons

Darry and Dally are secretly terrified of each other.

Johnny has really bad nightmares.

Dallas met Ponyboy and Sodapop first and then two-bit so when he goes to a drag race with the gang, meets Johnny Cade, and mishears his name as Johnnycake he doesn't even question it.

although he spends all day at the Curtis household Dallas actually never really stays the night. the gang just assumes that he's with Buck or sofa surfing but in reality, Dallas has spent so many nights at the shepherds that he basically lives there.

Dallas wants tattoos.

curly, Johnny, and Dally all have their ears pierced. They got them at the same time it was at the shepherd's house on a Friday night, both Curly and Dallas were drunk Johnny was just sober and easily persuaded. Dallas and Sylvia had broken up for the tenth time that month and Dallas was complaining about how he'd lifted some earrings for her and everything, real nice ones too from real jewellers and everything. Curly told him to just wear them himself and stop complaining so long story short Dally and Johnny pierced their ears with the earrings and Curly used a safety pin he still wears.

the reason dally spiralled so fast after Johnny's death is because Johnny was the only good thing in his life, like a symbol of hope because if someone that's been through so much but is still able to have some semblance of hope in the world to still trust people and have morals then maybe there was a chance for him too but shit went south and now we're here sooo.

Dallas has an obvious soft spot for Johnny. he also has one for Ponyboy but it's barely noticeable.

if not for Two-bit they'd all be hopelessly touch starved.

Curly and Ponyboy are forbidden from seeing each other because of how much chaos they cause and everyone knows it, they still hang out tho they're not even secretive about it.

Two-bit's banned from every library in Tulsa.

Soda can't do math.

the only reason Steve still goes to school is because Sodapop made him promise to keep an eye on Ponyboy.

The third time Curly goes to reformatory it's for stealing a couple of classic books. he didn't do it. Ponyboy did, they were for Darry's birthday. He felt terrible about it and almost turned himself in but Curly wouldn’t let him. they didn't even get caught not really it's just that the cashier saw them come in and knew who Curly was, so she was immediately on edge, and Ponyboy looked nervous, so she called the police. they didn't check them just arrested Curly on the spot.   

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Well since you said it…

Ponyboy Curtis head canons and, if possible, cherry head canons 😁

I'll do Cherry later this weekend, but for now here's some Ponyboy headcanons!

-Has tried to quit smoking multiple times, usually because Darry wants him to, and never succeeded. The second he gets even the tiniest bit stressed he’s got a cigarette lit and back in his mouth. At this point he's pretty much accepted he's locked in for life

-Had to get glasses and HATES them so Darry pulled some overtime and got him contacts

-Worries a lot about Darry, not just because he tries to carry too much roofing at once and regularly hurts his back, but also because he’s terrified of what could happen if Darry was to somehow slip off a roof

-His middle class school friends think he’s REALLY cool (like Pony, they’re all a bunch of nerds) and Pony loves it because the entire gang very much does not

-His school friends are also TERRIFIED of the gang, like they see Two-bit or Steve coming to talk to him and hightail it out of there. They’re even scared of Johnny which Ponyboy thinks is hilarious (he doesn’t realize that Johnny’s dark gaze and bruises are terrifying to someone who doesn’t know how he got them)

-Thinks Curly Shepard is the funniest person alive and is determined that Curly never find that out

-Cannot for the life of him figure out why Johnny and Curly don’t get along

-Tutored Two-bit in English so he could finally graduate

-The gang is split between those who are determined to be a good influence on Pony and those who aren’t. Dally and Two-bit are the bad influences, Johnny tries to be a good influence, and Steve claims to not give a fuck but is the best influence of all in that he’s never let/asked/encouraged Pony to take part in illegal activities 

-Pony thinks Curly Shepard is good looking in a dangerous way. Real good looking in fact.

-Is NOT afraid of girls no matter what that Johnny Cade says (I mean it man I ain’t SCARED of them, they just don think like us, and quit you’re laughing, it ain’t like you have any luck with girls either-)

-Is TERRIFIED of Tim Shepard 

-Is also terrified of Angela Shepard because even though she has the same eyes as Curly, her's are like a snakes, all cold, emotionless and deadly, whereas Curly’s are always twinkling with ether mischief or anger

-He’s actually really good at stealing things (Two-bit taught him well), he just doesn’t do it often because he feels bad about it. But if a shop employee is rude to him he’s no holds barred and could leave with like half the store under his coat

-Can get away with literally ANYTHING in his English class after he gave Mr. Simes his theme, and uses that fact to his advantage

-Regularly falls asleep in his math class but manages to talk his teacher out of calling Darry every time

-He and Darry have the same taste in literature and regularly share/discuss books. It bores Soda to the point where he jokingly tells them to go back to arguing all the time because it was at least more entertaining to listen to

-Steps on peoples heels when he walks behind them

-HATES country music so fucking much and if Johnny plays that goddamn country record ONE more time-

-Is determined to make sure neither of his older brothers find our just how much time he spends with Curly Shepard

-Cut the blond out of his hair as soon as he possibly could, even though it made his hair shorter than he liked because he hated the light colour more than he hated the short length

-Has the worst poker face known to man but is actually decent at poker (because he cheats, but unlike Sodapop he’s good at cheating so he rarely gets caught)

[damthosefandoms]

Jumbled

(ao3 link)

Summary:

RIP Sodapop Curtis, you would��ve loved having an IEP/504 Plan.

(AKA, Soda struggles in school his whole life, and doesn’t understand why, because it’s the 1950s and 60s and getting a diagnosis for a learning disability isn’t exactly on the table. Neither is the scaffolding and support he really needs.)

Sodapop Curtis was the type of kid who sat at the kitchen table for hours on end crying over math homework until his dad got home from work and struggled to explain it to him. All that effort, and then he’d always inevitably lose it somewhere between the kitchen table that night and his teacher’s hand the next morning and all that effort would be for nothing.

Soda was five years old when he started kindergarten, at the tail-end of the summer of ‘56. He remembers his mom comforting him the night before, when he cried because he was going to miss Ponyboy who wasn’t old enough for school yet and because Darry was going into fourth grade and would be on the other side of the school all day, and Soda would never get to see him. He remembers pouting because Keith Mathews, his and his brothers’ collective best friend from down the street was going into first grade after promising Soda last year that he’d get in a lot of trouble so he could stay and do kindergarten with him (he lied).

And then Soda was just plain miserable, sitting there on the bus sandwiched between Keith and a boy a little younger than Sodapop named Johnny Cade (who lives two doors down from the Mathews’ house and Soda never sees because his parents are mean and keep him inside all day), because Darry decided he was “too cool” to sit with his horse-crazy kid brother in favor of the big kids whose mommies don’t make them wash their hair when it’s dirty and greasy and walk around with those little black switch-combs and pretend they’re the coolest kids on planet earth, ‘cause one day those combs will swap out for blades and they will be.

Probably because they are, but Sodapop doesn’t know that yet—right now he doesn’t really know or care about grease or what side of town he lives on. He is six years old and the only thing on Soda’s radar right now is that Mama promised they’d save up for him to go to horseback riding camp next summer, and that’s his biggest dream. He wants to be a rodeo legend or win the Kentucky Derby or something. He hasn’t quite decided yet. He figures he has time to parse out the specifics—he just wants to ride a horse.

They get to school, and after a particularly pushy reminder that Mama told him at the bus stop this morning to make sure Soda gets to his classroom alright, Darry points his little brother toward the Kindergarten wing. Soda takes Johnny Cade’s hand in his because he found out on the bus that Johnny is going to have the same teacher as him, and they push through the hallway of their elementary school to find Mrs. Moran’s Room Four.

Soda very quickly learns that not every kid goes into kindergarten equally. Johnny is the smallest and the youngest kid in their grade, and Soda’s the second-youngest and it only takes a few weeks for Soda to think to himself that maybe that’s why he can’t read yet. He’ll be six soon, and that’s how old Evie is. Most of the kids who live on his side of town started kindergarten when they were six, he realizes. She sits next to Soda and she’s a good reader, but she’s one of the oldest kids in their grade and so of course she’s smarter than him. Then again, Sherri Valance, who is also in his class, isn’t going to be six until next spring—kind of like Johnny, and according to the birthday chart on the wall—he asked Mrs. Moran to read it to him one day when he couldn’t sleep during nap time and she very begrudgingly agreed, so he memorized everyone’s birthdays and how old they’d be turning because why not, right?—but Sodapop finds out that she went to preschool.

He didn’t go to preschool. He doesn’t know anyone who did. He remembers Mama talking to Dad about preschool for Ponyboy this year, but Dad said something about “expensive” and Soda stopped listening ‘cause they always get sad or angry when that word comes up.

Sherri Valance can read and she’s got pretty red hair and a backpack that’s not even a hand-me-down, and she went to preschool. So did all her friends in Room Three. Soda doesn’t know anybody in Room Three but he knows that the kids his friends know in there didn’t go to preschool. Timmy Shepard was in Room Three last year with Keith. He didn’t go to preschool either; heck, neither did Keith. But they can both read now, and they went to first grade, so Sodapop figures he didn’t miss out on too much.

Until it’s the end of the year and he still can’t read. Well, you don’t need to read to go to horse camp. Soda doesn’t nap a single time that year, either. He spends his precious kindergarten naptime not-reading the book Mrs. Moran gives him to keep him busy and picking at his cot when she snaps at him to be quiet. Mrs. Moran decided the day she read his first name off the attendance sheet that she didn’t like him, and Sodapop Curtis did not like her either.

First grade is so much better and yet so, so much worse.

Soda has a very hard time on his first day, because he misses his mom, and his dad, and Ponyboy, who begged to go to school too this year but he’s still too little at only four years old and Mama’s doing her best to get him reading now. Darry is in fifth grade and seems even farther away, and Soda doesn't have recess with Keith and Tim’s grade this year, and Johnny’s in Room Seven making new friends. Evie’s in Room Eight, and Soda’s trapped alone in Room Nine. Sherri’s still in his class. On the third day of school, Soda decides her hair reminds him of cherries. She laughs, and it sticks.

The best and brightest part of first grade is his teachers. He was put in Mrs. Larkin’s room, and she’s amazing; but when he gets there on the first day, there are two teachers in the room. Miss Luft, it’s explained, is a student teacher, which means she’s learning about first grade just like they are. She’s learning how to teach and they’re learning how to learn.

Sodapop still doesn’t even know the alphabet. He doesn’t know his sounds and he can’t keep his letters straight. Mrs. Larkin has him sit with Miss Luft when he tries to write a small moment story. She draws lines in marker on his paper for him to write each word on. Every line she has to make longer than the last because he can barely fit two letters on it, and he’s pretty sure she can’t read what he wrote any more than he can.

But Miss Luft always calls him capable. She has to explain to Sodapop once a week what that word means. He does his best to remember, but he has a lot of things to remember and it gets lost in the jumble somewhere.

He hears Mrs. Larkin and Miss Luft talking, sometimes. They hide their words behind stacks of paper and turned heads but he can hear them anyway.

Reversals. Attention span. Off the wall.

“And he’s low,” he hears Mrs. Larkin say one morning. “Mrs. Bolan’s got one that low too, but at least hers is quiet.”

He has no clue what any of it means. It’s all teacher talk, he isn’t supposed to get it, and he knows they aren’t trying to hurt his feelings, but hearing it makes him feel bad anyway because they don’t talk about other kids like they do him. They don’t get those sad looks on their faces about other kids, either.

“Does your brain get jumbled sometimes, Soda?” Miss Luft asks him one day when he’s sitting at his desk, eyes red and puffy from crying because he wasn’t allowed to go to gym class unless he finished his spelling worksheet. But he can’t. He’s been sitting here for forty-five minutes, ever since they got back from recess, and he can’t. Do. It. He tries to write his letters how his teachers have shown him but they just won’t appear in the place he wanted them to, like his pencil won’t obey him when he writes. He tries to start at the top line and somehow his pencil puts itself at the bottom.

He tries to write the letters anyway, but they don’t look like he thinks they’re supposed to, and he doesn’t even know what that means because every time he looks at a b or d, or m or n or h, or—god forbid someone tells him to write the letter k. It just looks like a stick.

His numbers are just as bad. Someone’s always reminding him to put the one before the seven instead of the other way around, but he doesn’t remember writing seventy-one, he can’t even count that high!

“Jumbled?” He says in a shaky voice, still trying to calm down.

“Like mixed up. Like it’s hard to think ‘cause you got too much going on in there?” She taps his forehead and he half-heartedly giggles.

“Yeah, it gets real jumbled. All the time,” Soda says.

“I feel like that sometimes too,” Miss Luft says, and she sighs. “Like I can’t think at all some days. Like my brain shuts off without me tellin’ it to because there’s too much goin’ on and I can’t focus, and just answering one question gets overwhelming. It’s too much. But it’ll be okay, Soda, I know you got it in you. I believe in you, you hear? If I could do it, so can you.”

She doesn’t say much else, but Sodapop has never felt more seen. He cries and clings to her on her last day at their school, hating that she only got to stay for ten weeks. Mrs. Larkin is amazing and he loves being in her class, but the year just drags on and on, and towards the end of the year Soda can’t decide if school is getting harder or he’s getting dumber. Maybe it’s both.

He gets to go to horseback riding camp that summer, and he meets a kid named Dallas who he thinks was in Room Seven with Johnny. Dallas is mean. Soda finds out he’s a whole year older than him, which confuses him because Dallas is in his same grade at school.

“An’ how come I never seen you at recess or nothin’?” Soda says one day at lunch. He’s got a bologna sandwich, because his mom swears by cold cuts. Dally stole an apple out of their counselor’s lunch and doesn’t seem to have anything to eat otherwise.

“They don’t let me out much,” Dallas says. “S’what happens when you spend all your time in the principal’s office.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. Just feels good to get in trouble sometimes.”

Soda doesn’t get him, but he likes horses, and so they become friends anyway. He and Dally start getting into trouble together, and Soda kind of starts to feel like he belongs somewhere. It takes his mind off the upcoming school year, which is great, because whenever he thinks about school, he gets butterflies in his stomach.

Dallas is in Room Twelve with Johnny when they get to second grade. Usually Soda keeps track of what classes all his friends end up in, but this year, it doesn’t matter anymore. Because second grade changes everything.

Mrs. Foster is ancient. She taught Soda’s mom once upon a time, and she had Darry in her class a few years earlier. Soda thought she’d be a great teacher because Darry loved her, but Soda can’t bring himself to even pretend to like her. She asks him what his parents were on when they named him.

“On what?”

Mrs. Foster just rolls her eyes and tells him to take a seat in the back where he clearly belongs. She lets him know that she’ll be calling him by his middle name this year. At least “Patrick” is “dignified.” Whatever that means.

Later, Soda can’t keep his words from erupting out of his mouth like a volcano during morning meeting, and she sends him back to his seat with a glare.

Five minutes later Steve Randle gets sent back to his seat for shouting out, too. He sits next to Soda in the back. He’s hiding a little red toy car in his desk and they play together. Mrs. Foster doesn’t seem to notice or care. She doesn’t call on Soda a single time that year, even when he does know the answer.

She also doesn’t like that Sodapop writes with his left hand. By the time he gets to third grade, he flinches and corrects himself every time he goes to pick up his pencil. He hopes this’ll solve the problem, but it never does.

Soda struggles the whole year. Steve doesn’t, and when Soda asks when his birthday is—he always needs to know, he needs to be able to sing happy birthday to all of his friends—Steve tells him he was born in April, the same year as Soda. Soda tells him how he can’t find a single pattern proving why he’s dumb, ‘cause age doesn’t seem to matter. Sherri aka Cherry is younger than him but smarter. She went to preschool. Johnny’s younger too, but he didn’t. Steve’s older and smarter but he tells Soda that he didn’t do preschool either.

“I did kindergarten twice, though,” Steve tells him. “Well, the first couple weeks anyway. Mom and Dad wanted me to start school when I was five but then I had to not do the whole year ‘cause my mom got sick and we were too busy and then she died so I stayed home with Dad. I did kindergarten the next year when I was six. Now I got friends in third grade and in second grade.”

They agree that Soda’s going to be Steve’s best second-grade friend. They trade that little red car back and forth and Soda still can’t read very well but he’s better at it now—Mrs. Larkin worked extra hard with him after Miss Luft left to make sure he knew his letters and sounds.

Mrs. Foster doesn’t seem to care, because she pretends he doesn’t exist. It’s a miracle Sodapop gets to third grade.

But it doesn’t matter. School doesn’t matter. Over time Soda just starts to remind himself that he has Steve, and Steve is smart, he’ll help him. Soda will get through this. Sure, after third grade Johnny gets held back, and it’s only a matter of time until Sodapop has to repeat a grade too, but… but he’ll be okay. He will. Someday a switch will go off and his brain will work right and he’ll be able to do it. He hasn’t failed yet, that has to mean something, right?

He hasn’t failed yet but no one has noticed he struggles, not his teachers, not his friends, no one. Maybe Miss Luft, but he’ll never see her again. He hopes she still thinks he’s capable. He had written in the book their class made for her that his favorite thing about her was that she believed in him.

As he gets older, he wonders if she even remembers his name.

But then again, he spends every weeknight crying at the kitchen table, physically unable to get past the first question on his homework sheets. In fourth grade Mama starts clearing everything off the table to help him focus, but he picks at the crumbs left behind from last night’s dinner, peels up the dried finger-paint Pony splattered everywhere, sits and rocks back and forth with each tick of the clock.

And every day after about an hour of making up little songs and fiddling on his paper until it’s spotted with holes, he starts crying, because he can’t bring himself to do his homework. And then Pony’s in school, finishing his homework before him, and Pony is just as much of a daydreamer, so that kind of stings. Darry has seven different classes to do homework for, on top of football practice, but he gets all his work done before Soda’s even started. His mom tries to help but it makes him cry even harder, ‘cause she doesn’t get it, it’s not about the homework it’s about his brain. It’s about Soda’s brain not working like everyone thinks it should.

It’s about his big, dumb, broken brain.

Johnny can’t read either, but he can focus, he can control his emotions and not cry or scream or stomp his feet at every little sound or touch, or overreact to things that aren’t a big deal at all, he doesn’t start throwing throngs off his desk when he’s mad, and he always has a reason why he does things. Steve can’t control his mouth or pay attention, but he can read and always turns in his homework on time. Keith never does his homework ever but he’s practically a genius compared to Sodapop.

Ponyboy brings home his first-ever spelling test and their mom sticks it on the fridge with a magnet.

That bright-red 100% is going to haunt Soda’s dreams.

Every night Dad gets home at 6:00 to find Soda still sitting at the table, eyes red and puffy, and tears staining his homework and the table. He chides him for the new mark Soda’s left in the table’s surface from digging the eraser-end of his pencil into it. Soda deflates, he didn’t mean to do that, it’s just—what else is he supposed to do? He’s not allowed to get up until his homework’s done.

Darrel Curtis Sr. is a loving father and a very easy-going guy, until he’s standing there over Soda’s shoulder holding his hand—his left hand, which Soda’s grateful for but also it feels so wrong after his experience in third grade—forcing him to write in the answers because he just doesn’t get that writing it is only part of the problem. His dad loves him, he’s gentle with his touch but every inch of Soda’s skin feels like it’s on fire when his dad makes him write.

It’s not his dad’s fault, but Darrel Sr. is only human, and he hates yelling at his kids, but he has to raise his voice to try to get Sodapop to hear him above his scream-crying because it’s the only way to help him learn.

Sometime when Soda’s in seventh grade, Ponyboy asks him what his problem is. Homework’s not that bad.

“I don’t like it anymore than you do, Soda, but I just don’t think it’s worth crying over, you dig?”

Soda throws his pencil at his brother, slams his history book shut, and walks out the back door. Ponyboy watches in confusion. When their mom comes in to check on them, he tells her Sodapop’s overreacting again.

Dally, who had moved away after third grade to New York but came back just in time to start seventh grade with Soda, finds him at the Pershing Park playground sitting on the swings. It’s where Soda ends up when he’s hopelessly overwhelmed by homework, or when the thought of school looms over him like a cartoon anvil. Something about pumping his legs and willing the swing to take him higher and higher takes away the sick feeling that the idea of popcorn reading Shakespeare in his fifth period English class gives him. Dally asks him if he wants to find something better to do, and a few hours later they wind up back at the Curtis house with busted knuckles and the beginnings of black eyes and they pour grease into Soda’s hair and grin at each other.

When Sodapop is sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school, his father finds him sitting at that same kitchen table, staring down over an assignment that’s asking him to write a thousand-word essay and Soda turns to his dad wordlessly, his throat is closing up, and his dad tells him to breathe.

But he can’t. He can’t. He’s going to be sick, he might actually throw up. He feels like he’s being stabbed in the chest. One thousand words. Sodapop can’t even count that high. He can’t even read Dr. Seuss. He can’t do this anymore.

“Dad, I want to drop out.”

“Aw, Pepsi-Cola,” his dad says gently that night, brushing Soda’s hair back and then pulling him into a hug, “I know you do. I’ve been talkin’ to your mother about it. We got the paperwork from the school. But I think you should think about it a little longer, alright?”

Soda agrees to try and finish out the year. His dad gets it.

His dad spent ten years listening to Soda cry over homework. His dad never called him dumb. His mom did what she could. But the only person in all his years of school who Soda ever knew really believed in him was Miss Luft, and she never came back.

He thinks maybe if he had more teachers like her, who believed in him and gave him extra help and supported him along the way, if there was something—something that made it so they had to listen to him, had to help him, had to accept that it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t read right, couldn’t focus, couldn’t control his mood swings or emotions or his volcano of a mouth… maybe he could’ve done better. Maybe if Mrs. Foster had let him write with his left hand, he could’ve figured it out.

Soda hopes one day they figure out what makes kids like him tick. What makes them struggle. He hopes one day that their schools will decide to help.

A few months after he talks to his dad, Sodapop finds the signed paperwork in his dad’s desk drawer. His parents have just been buried, and Soda can’t stop crying at the drop of a pin. He’s been skipping all his classes, but none of his teachers seem to care. It’s fine. He’s dumb anyway, a lost cause. They’ll just keep passing him up to the next grade without batting an eye at the fact that he never gets higher than a D+, no matter how hard he tries.

Sodapop will always be that one student who slips through the cracks.

He looks over the form to drop out. He figures the school will take it, if he pitches it to them as a last-will kind of situation. He doesn’t even need to ask Darry to give the okay, because Dad signed it months ago, like he had already known the decision Sodapop would make.

And he did. It’s dated that same night Soda sat at the kitchen table feeling like the world was ending and like he was dying because of a goddamn required word count.

But he knows Miss Luft believes in him, and he knows what his dad wanted, so he finishes out the school year—passes Gym and Auto Shop, too.

Soda hopes he made them proud. And now, he’ll never have to worry about explaining the dried tears on his spelling homework ever again.

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Hii omg so first, I love your writing. I just now realized I wasn't following despite reading like half your post so now I'm following😊 but anyways i was wondering if you could do the gang members separately ofc with a little sister who just started dating someone? How would they would react? I know my older brothers are protective of me so I wonder how you think the gang would be? Thank you for your time and have a great day🥰

the gang and little sister!reader who dates (request)

authors note: fully platonic between reader and the gang!! sorry this took a while, i hope you enjoy 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 3.0k

warnings: cussing, threats of beating someone up, arguments

PONYBOY CURTIS

you and pony just had a one year age gap, so the two of you were expectedly the closest in the family and in the gang in general

you had gone into the next grade early, both of you were freshman and it was getting harder and harder to hide a secret from your brother

pony sat in the back of his math class, zoning out but knowing the material of the worksheet well when he heard giggling in front of him

directly in front of him was someone you would hang out with often, yet he didn’t quite know their name yet, but they would come over to the house often and you would spend the time in your room with them

the person next to your suspected friend was of course, you, pony’s sister

the two of you were leaning into each other, whispering then passing notes to one another after getting in trouble for talking

by the time the period was done, you and your so-thought friend gave each other a hug and a kiss on the cheek, parting ways while you waited for your brother to pack up his backpack

he stood in awe at you and your friend— partner, he now guessed, his mouth open in shock while the teacher told you two, “curtis, out!”

the two of you walked, exiting the classroom while your brother continued asking you various questions

you then answered one, “we’re dating. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner, i haven’t had the right time.”

you and your brother slowly walked to the next class before he asked, “they good to you?” you replied with a nod and a smile

if you’re on good terms with your partner, he’s on good terms with your partner

if you’re upset with your partner, he’s upset with your partner

he doesn’t show that he’s protective of you but guessed that your partner already knows that

if your partner fucks up your mindset or makes your standards lower somehow, for example makes you think you don’t even deserve the bare minimum, he and the gang will make sure they never walk into the school again

JOHNNY CADE

you and your brother, johnny, are extremely close because you’re all the other has besides the gang

so the two of you tell each other everything, you’re only a few years apart and trust each other more than you trust yourselves

the curtis brothers had told you that you and johnny could stay over anytime, so you decided to sleep at their house for the night, your parents were screaming and hitting each other

as you and your brother were laying on the couch and talking, you paused and looked at the ground

“you okay, sis?” he asked, concerned for you, you replied with another question, “promise you won’t be mad?” looking at him, somewhat nervous to tell him

“um… i just started dating someone…” you looked up at him, smiling slightly before looking back down at the floor, messing around with the blanket over your legs

johnny smiled at you, “really? are they nice, do they treat you well?” he was interested and wanted to hear about how your relationship was going

“they’re real nice! gave me flowers when they asked me to be their girlfriend!” you beamed, smiling widely and putting your hands in your lap

your brother smiled at you, he’s certainly happy that you’re enjoying another person’s presence but continues to worry about you

he doesn’t really have an opinion on your partner, he won’t go to them unless they come to him first because he doesn’t feel the need to form a friendship with them

he’ll only do it if you want him to, he loves you too dearly to say no to you, you’re the only family, by blood, that he truly cares about

johnny’s protective of you and wants you to be the happiest you can be, so if your partner can provide that for you then he’ll leave you two be

but if your partner cheats on you or does something to make you terribly upset, he won’t fight them himself but will instead get someone like dally to fuck them up

SODAPOP CURTIS

soda was in his room, next to yours when he heard kissing and giggling nextdoor

his interest peaked and he got up from his bed, walking slowly as to not let you notice the footsteps

he peeked into your room, seeing you and another person kissing, he swung open the door with an, “ooooooh!!!!!!” smiling and giggling, trying to control himself from jumping up and down

you and your partner stopped kissing, complaining, “soda!!! out!!!” he continued smiling and staying out of your room, “actually, im not in your room!! is this your partner?”

you stated, “yeah, soda..” and he replied, “love you, sis!! don’t do anything bad, leave the door open, have fun but not too much fun!!”

he left a gap in the door while you stated, “love you too, soda!”

he teases you so much about your relationship, always asking, “soooo what’d you and your partner do?” “did you guys kiss?” “y/n, leave the door open, you know that!!!”

soda’s honestly your biggest supporter and will always support you, he’ll always back you up during arguments

most of the time, he’s a super bubbly and energetic guy so he’s naturally nice to your partner, but he lets them know not to mess up the relationship

however, if your partner shows the slightest bit of disinterest or disrespect towards you, he’s telling them to get their shit together and act like a good partner towards you

DARRY CURTIS

darry was at work, fixing roofs when he heard a familiar voice passing by, he then heard an unfamiliar voice talking with you

he slightly turned his head to see you with another person, slushies in your hands and arms interlinked

the two of you didn’t notice your older brother and continued to walk to wherever your destination was, he decided to confront you when you would come home

by the time he was done with work, he came home, covered in sweat and dirty clothes

he walked past your room, seeing you sitting on your bed, reading a book, you glanced up at him and stated, “welcome home, darry. how was work?” you smiled at him, if he didn’t see you talking to someone, he never would’ve guessed you were in a relationship

darry slowly opened the door, closing it slightly behind him and stating, “work would’ve been perfect if i knew who you were hanging out with.”

you looked up at him, “oh, we’re dating, if that’s okay. sorry that i didn’t tell you, i hope you’re not mad...” you nervously glanced around, trying to find a distraction

he didn’t want to say something to upset you, “they do anything that bothers you, you come straight to me, understand?” he stated, putting his hands firmly on his hips

“sure, bro. thank you.” you thanked, your oldest brother walking out of your room quietly

darry’s very intimidating so your partner acts extra careful to treat you well, knowing the slightest thing that upsets you could get their life ruined

he’s probably the most protective out of all the greasers, you’re the only girl and the youngest in the family so he’s way overprotective of you and every situation you get into

at the slightest bit of danger, he is by your side and will always help you whenever you need it

he’ll still act uptight and cold around your partner even if you and them are on good terms

he will likely never trust them and will always side with you because you’re his sister

probably threatens your partner to treat you well ‘or else’

DALLAS WINSTON

you had been living at your aunt’s house for the past few years because your parents neglected you

your older brother, dally, would drop by occasionally to check up on you, he had his own place where he was staying

so one day, he decided to walk to your house, dropping by unannounced and taking the key to the door, unlocking it and walking inside

he wanted to scare you, but heard giggling and kissing sounds from your room so he paused in his place and put his hands in his pockets

as he walked to your room, the sounds grew louder and louder and he swung your bedroom door open, seeing you kissing another person around your age

“hey!!!” he yelled, staring directly into your so-thought partner, making them get up quickly and run out of the bedroom

he chased them out of the house, hearing you complaining as your brother yelled, “get out, man!! could’ve pulled my fuckin’ heater on you!!”

as he saw them running across the street, he slammed the front door shut and locked it, stomping back to your room

he put his hands on his hips and asked, “who the hell was that, sis?” standing in the doorway, making sure you couldn’t get out

you laid on your stomach, kicking your feet and reading a book, acting unbothered

“hey,” dally tried to make himself noticed, walking over to you and pulling the book out of your hands, putting a bookmark in the page you were reading

“the fuck, dally?” you asked angrily, flipping onto your back and kicking him in the stomach hard

he groaned, you began to kick at him constantly to the point where he grabbed both of your feet and swinging them to the side of the bed

“go away!!” you turned away from him, your brother asked you, “who was that person?” and you didn’t answer

he began to poke you, making you irritated, you groaned, “that’s my partner, man!! we’ve been together for five months, now go awaaaayyyy!!!”

he stared at you, “what.”

he doesn’t care how long you and your partner have been dating, dally will not warm up to them no matter what

he’s extremely overprotective of you and might even be rude to your partner sometimes, although you and your partner are young, if they argue or yell at you or do something that makes you upset, he’ll come back with bloodied fists

if you try to make the two of them bond, he’ll act as scary as he can so they know not to do anything wrong to you

dally cares about you more than he does for any other person, if anyone were to hurt you then their life would get fucked up quickly

if your partner treats you well and it is evident that they love you, your brother might act a little nicer than he normally does towards them

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

two-bit’s youngest sister, ellie, had come running to him, screaming, “keith, keith!!! there’s someone in y/n’s room!!”

he immediately turned his head to his youngest sister and got up from the couch, all his attention being on the situation now

he walked quickly instead of running and opened your bedroom door to see you sitting on the bed, another kid trying to jump out of the window but clearly failing

he walked over to the window and pulled the person down by their shirt, pushing them to sit on the bed next to you

your brother looked at you and crossed his arms, trying to appear intimidating, asking, “you gonna tell me who this kid is?”

ellie was standing in the doorway when you told her to leave, silence filling the room and your brother still staring at you

you sighed, “they’re my partner.”

keith tilted his head up and rubbed his eyes, “jesus, did you tell mom yet? how long have you two been dating, how old even are they!?”

fidgeting with your hands, you answered, “i didn’t tell mom yet, she’s always at work. we’ve been dating for around four months… they’re 14…”

‘a year older than you,’ he thought, as he saw the nervous look on your face, he softened his voice and asked, “when are they leaving?”

you and your partner looked at each other then to the clock in your room, their eyes went wide and said, “oh shit! i’m late, uh— um, i gotta be home! bye y/n, bye keith!!”

your brother made a weird face at your partner, not liking how they said his actual name, hearing footsteps running out the door and seeing them through your window

your brother sat down next to you and asked, “why didn’t you tell me, sis?” a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes, looking at you worriedly

“i thought you’d be mad… i don’t know�� sorry…” you mumbled, staring at the ground in shame, tears forming in your eyes

“i’d never be mad at you, y/n, there is no problem with finding someone you love. bonus if they love you back. you don’t have to keep secrets from me, it’s okay…” he reassured you

you didn’t say anything back, wiping your tears on your face and sniffling, stating, “thank you.” he replied with, “yeah, no problem sis.”

the moment of silence was interrupted with keith joking, “although, what was that haircut!!?”

you hit his shoulder and stated, “shut up!! they just got a haircut and i’m not gonna tell them it looks bad!!”

two-bit isn’t gonna be enraged if you end up dating, but he does want you to tell him if you do

although he normally acts the same with everyone, he’ll act differently towards your partner, appearing intimidating and protective of you

but he warms up to your lover as soon as he sees the two of you are in love, he tells them jokes and enjoys seeing you two laughing and immediately looking at each other

keith teases the two of you all the time too, laughing like a maniac once the both of you are blushing at the joke

STEVE RANDLE

steve was standing at the cash register in the DX, talking to soda while waiting for any customer to walk in

your brother, steve, glanced at the clock to see it was 3:24pm, his eyes went wide and hurriedly rushed to the back, searching for keys to soda’s car

“shit, soda, i forgot to pick up my sister from school!!” he stated, hearing a bell ringing because someone had come in

he heard two voices, one familiar and one not, he turned around and forgot about the keys, seeing you walking towards him and another person around your age following you

“y/n, i understand you’re upset—“ the other person said, you angrily replied, “leave me be, please.” you stared at soda then to your brother, a pleading look on your face that implied you wanted the classmate behind you to leave

you walked behind the register, going into the back while your classmate tried to follow you

your brother blocked them from walking into the back, asking, “who the hell are you, huh? what’d you do to my sister?”

he inched closer and closer to them, standing taller and more intimidating as they stuttered, “i’m— i’m her partner— i’m just trying to talk to her about, uh, something—“

steve stared at him, yelling back, “sis, is this your partner?” fully ignoring the other question he had previously asked your partner

“uh, yeah, that’s my partner. sorry you had to find out this way, steve!!!” you yelled back, he heard sniffles from the back room, soda not in sight, ‘probably comforting you,’ your brother thought

steve sighed, asking your partner once again, “why was she runnin’ away from you? what’d you do?”

your partner looked around nervously, stating, “well, maybe you’ll get it because you’re a guy. so, we were doing this weird circle thing in class, right? and i held hands with another girl—“

your brother interrupted him quickly, asking, “did you choose to hold hands with her and not my sister, your girlfriend?” his eyebrows raising

“well, yeah, it ain’t that big of a deal—“ they replied, steve immediately commanding in a threatening voice, “apologize to her now, then get your ass out of here.”

he pushed your partner closer to the back but not yet in the next room, seeing you sitting down and soda talking with you

“um—uh, sorry y/n. will i see you—“ steve interrupted your classmate, “no.” and grabbed them by the back of the shirt, dragging them to the entrance of the DX, opening the door and pushing them out

they scrambled up off the ground and ran into the direction of their house while he watched them, making sure your partner was gone

steve can get real pissed at your partner, depending whether or not they do something to make you upset

when they make you real upset, he confronts the shit out of your partner and makes them apologize until they realize the consequences of their actions, they could at most get beat up by him if you allow it

he might eventually form a bond with your partner if you’re okay with it, he gives them advice on what to do if they want to take you out on a date

at first he’s confused if the two of them meet on good circumstances, if not then he’ll be as pissed as you are

steve is normally pretty chill with your partner, doesn’t necessarily have an opinion on them for a while unless they’re a dick to you

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do the gang(Separate) with a reader who’s like Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg from Ride The cyclone if not then it’s fine🫶🫶

Summary: The Outsiders x Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg!Reader Warnings: none Author's Note: haven't really watched Ride the Cyclone, so if there are mistakes so sorry! You were, arguably, not like the rest of the gang. Top of your grade, probably even top of your school! A stickler for rules and your own sense of righteousness. So people were obvious shocked when you were hanging around with one of the gang.

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony heavily admired you, sure you were a little rough around the edges and harsh around more people, but your brain and wit drew him towards you. Recently his math grade had been slipping and so he pleaded with you to tutor him. It didnt take much convincing, so you found yourself at the library on a chilly afternoon. He was trying to do a quadratic function and you were getting pissed at him for not knowing this ‘basic’ math. “Come on Pony, what’s 15 squared?” You rubbed a hand over your face in frustration. “Uhmm..” He stared at his paper blankly, fiddling with his pencil. “You know what, I think we’ve done enough math for today.” You said, getting up out of your chair. He looked sort of sad but just nodded his head. “How about we go get some milkshakes?” You asked, swinging your jacket over your shoulder and offering him a kind smile. He brighted instantly and nodded excitedly. JOHNNY CADE Johnny never liked school, never. It was too much work and he found more pleasure in hanging around with Dal. But when he saw the photo of you under ‘most likely to be successful’ in his yearbook that was delivered, he knew he had to talk to you. He started showing up more and more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. You were in 3 of his classes and he was damn near obsessed with you, he watched all your movements and body language just to try and get close to you. He knew that you studied every night at the library, so one day he went there by himself. You were sitting at a table with your textbooks splayed out in front of you. He didn’t know what to do so he just walked past you trying to sneak a peek at what you were doing when you stopped him. “Hey you’re in my math class, right?” You smiled up at him and he nearly fainted. “Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Well, I can see you’re not doing anything. Why don’t you tell me what we did in class last week? I was sick” You asked him, pulling out a chair next to you. He sat down excitedly, happy that he finally got to talk to you. SODAPOP CURTIS Soda was a popular boy, he had looks, girls but not the grades. You were ‘popular’ in the sense that when people talked of a valedictorian, they talked of you. It was quite a shock when Sodapop walked up to you during your lunch. You were on the grass, textbook in one hand and a sheet of paper in another, trying to do your work when you looked up to see Soda standing over you. “Hey,” He said sitting down next to you. “Hi,” You replied curtly, already disassociating from the conversation. “Do you mind if I copy your homework?” He asked, pointing at the sheet of paper in your hand. You shoot him an unimpressed look. “Ballsy, but no.” You return to your work, scribbling notes quickly. He huffed a laugh before patting your head and getting up, walking away to his friends. You glared at him as he walked away, fixing your hair before returning to your studies.

STEVE RANDLE Your car was busted, so you decided to take it into the shop to have it fixed. The man working it was a nice young man named Steve that seemed more interested in what your plans were that day than anything. You pulled out your textbook to work on your homework when Steve shouted at you. “Don’t you get tired of doing schoolwork all day?”  You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you get tired of fixing busted cars and shooting blanks 'cuz you’ll never find a girl to fuck all day?” You asked, a devious smile on your lips because of the banter. He laughed, “Damn girl, now I really want to know what your plans are.” He nudged you and you laughed.

TWO BIT MATTHEWS You worked at the drive in, well not really. You did your school work at the drive in and occasionally filled up people’s drinks. Two-Bit was a regular customer that you started seeing after you begun work there, he would always take more drinks than he paid for. One time you watched him fill up his drink cup and then grab another one to fill up. He watched you stare at him, almost challenging you to do something, but you just returned to your homework. He took a sip of his two different drinks before coming up to you. “You not gonna do anything ‘bout the fact that I’m stealing?” He teased you. You gave him a sarcastic smile before putting your pen down. “Don’t get paid enough to care.” He nodded in agreement before looking down at your schoolwork. “They pay you to do all that work?” He countered and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll get paid more in the future,” You huffed, “Besides, not like your getting paid enough to talk,” You bite the end of your pen before doing that same sarcastic smile. He laughed and walked off. DARRY CURTIS You had been one of Darry’s friends in highschool. Friend was used loosely because he was a senior and you were a junior. You were just in the same social circle as him, smart girls who use jock guys for their cars and money and jock guys who use smart girls for their brains and mild-mannerisms. When you saw Darry again, 2 years later, putting up the roof on your house you were in shock. “Darry?” You ask, putting down your school bag on your porch. He looked down at you from the roof and waved lightly. “Y/n? I remember you,” You nodded, almost expecting it to not be Darry. “Never expected to see you…here” You gestured at the roof. “Why’s that?” He knew the answer, but it sometimes felt good to get assurance that he actually had a shot in life. “Thought you would’ve made something of yourself. Gone to college, football and all that shit.” You shrugged. “Yeah well, I’d rather see my brothers go make something of themselves than have them live in poverty. I’d also rather not be doing all the work you’re doing” He pointed at your school back. “Fair enough,” You unlock your door, but before going in you stop, “After you're done, would you like to come in for something to drink?” You asked him. “Would love to” He shouted down at you before returning to his work, “‘S long as you don’t bore me to death with English homework.” DALLAS WINSTON Dallas hated little preparatory girls like you, absolutely despised their stupid attitude and dumb rules. On the days he, rarely, went to school (usually because there’d be some fun thing to do or Johnny asked him) he made it his personal goal to piss girls like you off. So when you were sitting in front of him in class, he took his chance. He started throwing balls of paper in your hair and even one time an eraser. You inhaled, trying to contain your anger but another paper ball hit your head. You slammed your hand against your desk and turned around at him abruptly. He was in the middle of making another paper ball when you turned so he froze. “Cut that out, dickhead” You hissed, eyes narrowing in anger. He laughed. “The teacher’s going to explode if she hears a little prep girl like you say something like that.” He teased, voice low as to not distract attention. You leaned closer to him and he leaned closer to you, almost like a stare-off. “I’ll fucking slit your throat if you talk to me or do any shit like that to me again, you fucking jackass” You spit, knuckles turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. He raised his hand in surrender but with a small smirk on his face. “Alright, alright,” He paused, “How about, I stop and you come with me after school,” “And get kidnapped by you? Hell no.” You said, turning back. “Suit yourself,” Dallas snickered before ripping out more paper to annoy you with. You let out a frustrated growl before turning back around. “Fine, I’ll go with you for 1 hour.”

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what are your top fav headcanons of each greaser?

Sooo glad u asked!!

For Pony. I love the headcanon that Steve tutors him in math and that's the only civil interaction they have that's not just. pure hatred (bc it's funny) and that he gets hangry asf (also bc it's funny)

I like the one that Soda can't sleep alone 😭 and I LOVE hcs abt how much he loves physical affection (give this man a hug).

ik it's kinda canon but Dally being afraid of spiders will never not be funny to me. And someone said pretty recently he'd pull a knife on one 💀 I also like to think Buck's almost. fatherly to him sometimes? and by that I mean he checks in on him to make sure he's not dead or doing something wildly illegal lol

For Steve... not really a hc but it's funny how many people associate him with birds and hawks 😭 also that he CAN be a sweetheart. I feel like underneath all that anger he's very caring actually

ANY (positive) headcanon abt Darry I love. He's so ❤️❤️❤️ recently I got sent one where he got Pony to stop smoking with nicotine gum?? I like that one.

Two-bit being a super sweet older brother is def my favorite. He would totally have little tea parties with his little sis when she was a little younger (and when she grew out of it he was genuinely kinda sad abt it)

Johnny Cade surviving and doing OK after. Bc he deserves that tbh :(

[sstardustt3]

Johnny Cade never thought he had a real purpose.

He thought he would just end up like his parents or working minimum wage at a job he didn’t like or shady quick jobs to survive. He wasn’t very smart, it took him too long to write, to say what he meant correctly. He didn’t really understand math, took him longer than most to understand the work and it just made him feel stupid. He was scrawny with a light build but he was still underweight, he didn’t care too much for sports either. He a little sense when it came to how to survive in the real world but not enough to make a living.

He’d stop trying In general, he would sometimes sleep in class to make up for lost time at home, most of the time he would just stare at a blank wall silently. Sure sometimes his classmates would be concerned but eventually they started ignoring him too.it was better that way, he didn’t he have anything to contribute anyways he knew one thing for a fact, for absolute certain.

Johnny Cade would be another no named poor kid turned criminal to die and rot.

It seemed his fears came true when he killed that Bob kid. He never liked him from the start, even more so when he beat him within an inch of his life and left him that nasty gash on his cheek. He didn’t feel sorry about killing that soc. He tried to drown his friend, he beat him black and blue and here was so much blood gushing out of his nose you would’ve thought a pipe broke. He didn’t feel sorry about getting his payback.

He felt sorry that he proved himself right, that he had disappointed dally in someway by getting into more trouble than required. He proved himself right that he would amount to nothing but a low life criminal who would be locked up in a prison cell and rot there for the rest of his life or die in agonizing pain.

Was he a fool for wanting more? Hoping that he could be strong like Dallas. Strong and tough like dally. Maybe even help people. He was too hopeful, it was a nice fantasy though. That maybe he could amount to more.

When he was in the church with Ponyboy, he felt bad, guilty. It sunk in that this was his life now, he wasn’t gonna see the pearly gates after he killed that boy, if he ever got caught he even if he didn’t go to jail on the count of self defense he would still have to face his family. He did too much, he wasn’t thinking clearly.

When those kids were trapped in that church he felt like he was responsible for it. He was torn between listening to Dallas and going into that church with Ponyboy. But he knew it was his fault, he had to fix his mess, also it would’ve been irresponsible to let him wander in by himself. So he followed. He when he saved those kids he felt a rush of adrenaline. The smoke, the humidity, the heat, the sounds around him. It lit a fire in him, it made him feel like he actually had a purpose, Like he was worth something, that he was actually good at something.

The adrenaline came crashing down when the curch fell. His back hurt for a few seconds, bolts of pain coursed through under the weight of beams and oak wood and his nervous system screamed and ached in pain as the fire melted his flesh.

In the hospital he was in pain constantly. He couldn’t move, he could barely talk or open his eyes. He was right. he would die in agonizing pain. He thought his tombstone fit him well though.

“Johnny Cade. the boy who died right as he realized he was worth more than he ever imagined, that things didn’t have to suck.”

[unforgettble420]

Could ya PLEASEE do Ponyboy X bold!fem!reader who’s like really loud almost all the time?

-Robbinkeene’s reader acc

“Blushed”

[idk if u wanted a fic or HCs so I js wrote a fic but I can do Hc’s if u want ]

“PONY!!” You screamed from across the school hall. You were y/n y/l most ppl knew you as that one loud girl who was dating ponyboy

Shockingly you two met through Johnny, no one would’ve expect you, one of the most boldest loudest girl they’ve ever met to be friends with Johnny cade.

“Hey y/n” ponyboy said he was a bit more quite but he loved how confident and loud you were, it somewhat reminded him of sodapop. “Soo what class do u have next?” You questioned him “oh I’ve got math next, god I hate Mrs.white. She’s always on my ass to answer questions” he replied

(Little time skip)

As you and ponyboy exited the school you were rambling about some movie you wanted watch with him, he watched you admiring your gorgeous face light up talking about the movie.

“Pony? You ok?” You noticed him spacing off “sorry I got lost in thought” he quickly replied

You two walked to the DX while you continued on your rant

“Hey soda!” You and soda were practically the same person you both had confidence, boldness, charm and we’re both extremely loud

“ sup Y/N!” “So how was school for y’all” he asked “it was ok Mrs.white was once again up my ass” ponyboy really did have a hatred for that women😭 “what about you y/n?” Soda asked he always knew you had the juicest drama “omg you won’t believe what happened-” you went on about how one of your girlfriends got into some argument with her bf.

Once u and ponyboy got back to he’s house you went to he’s room

“So pony what do u want to do” you smirked while saying it he knew what you wanted to do and he knew you wanted to hear him say it “um how about we uhhh-” you cut him off with a kiss, he blushed profusely.

I Hope this was ok it was my first ask😭

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

For Halloween thing: Darry and poisoned apple

Poisoned Apples and Candy Fruit

Summary:

“Can we go get him?” Sodapop asked, pushing himself back to his knees as he put his hands on the couch. Even Darry had found himself wanting to go find Sodapop’s best friend so that they could do this ‘planned activity’. “I’ll go with him,” Darry offered before their mom could refuse Sodapop his request. “We can go get Steve and come back, we’ll be really fast!” Darry added, eyes darting towards their father hopefully. Both Curtis parents were thoughtful. “I suppose,” Their dad spoke, smiling as both Darry and Sodapop brightened up. Ponyboy had started getting fussy, and was beginning to cry and kick his feet like he did when he had headaches. “There wouldn’t be any harm in them going to get Steve. Darry can handle his brother on a walk, Sharon.” “Oh, alright. Go, but be fast.” Their mother smiled, brushing Pony’s hair back as he looked up at her with tears streaming down his face. “Oh, let’s get you some headache medicine, yeah?” Darry didn’t know what she did after that. He and Sodapop had just been excited to be able to go on this walk by themselves.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff! Nostalgia, Reminiscing, Halloween, Tiny bit of Self Doubt, Tiny bit of Self Hate, not much tho. Fluff, otherwise Emotional Hurt/Comfort (It's fluff to me)

I attempted the poison apple? It's at least referenced and talked about a little bit

Characters: Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr., Sodapop Curtis, Mentioned Ponyboy Curtis, Mrs. Curtis (The Outsiders), Darrel Curtis Sr., Mentioned Steve Randle, Mentioned Johnny Cade, Mentioned Dallas Winston, Mentioned Two-Bit Mathews

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,256

Status: Complete

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One of Darry’s favorite memories was from when he was ten.

It had been nearing halloween, and there were arts and crafts halloween decorations decorating the walls of the house. Darry was ten, Ponyboy was only four, and Sodapop was nearly seven. Their parents had been planning something all week, and it had Darry and Sodapop excited just wondering what it was, and Ponyboy was excited because his brother’s were.

“When can we know?” Sodapop asked, bouncing on his knees as he stared wide eyed up at their mother, who was sitting on the couch with Ponyboy in her lap. Sodapop was on the floor, too energetic to sit on the couch since Ponyboy was curled up and napping in their mother’s arms. Darry was also sitting on the floor, his homework on the table out in front of him nearly finished. He’d been taking a break at the time.

“You’ll know soon, okay?” Their mother had laughed, shifting her hold on Ponyboy as he made a noise in his sleep. Sodapop humphed, turning and sitting normally, his legs spread out in front of him before he was turning towards where their father was sitting in his chair.

“Dad-”

“You heard your mother,” Their dad laughed, and Sodapop pouted, crossing his arms for a moment before moving. He moved towards Darry, leaning against him as he tried to understand whatever homework had been in front of him. Darry didn’t remember what it was now, but he thought it had been math, or maybe science. It could have been anything, though.

Darry remembered that Sodapop had made a noise of discontent, moving and pushing Darry’s homework away, trying to convey that he thought, or had decided that, Darry should have been done with it now.

“Come on, Soda, I gotta finish that,” Darry had complained, but he didn’t try reach for it either. Sodapop moved to half lay across his lap, his back across Darry’s legs as he gave Darry a look. Both of them, and their parents, knew that Darry wasn’t even really trying.

“It’s Friday! You can do it tomorrow,” Sodapop told him, nodding as he crossed his arms. “Or even better, do it on Sunday!” Sodapop added, kicking his feet into the air and stretching a bit like Darry had seen some cats do, moving his arms to keep his head off of the floor.

“Speaking of it being Friday,” Their mother cut in, laughing lightly as Ponyboy’s eyes opened with a glare on his face; he was annoyed he was woken up. “Where is Steve? Usually he’s here by now.” Darry could remember that Steve would usually be at their house from the time school let out until his mom came to pick him up, preferring the Curtis family company to his father’s. Even his mom being there most days didn’t help.

“Dunno, said he had something to do.” Sodapop shrugged, not yet concerned about his friend.

Darry knew that in just two years, Sodapop would begin to have anxiety over not knowing their friend’s whereabouts. It would worry him so much that he would beg for sleepovers, just so that he didn’t have nightmares about whatever his mind could cook up.

Ponyboy wouldn’t understand it, and he would be annoyed by Steve’s constant presence. He’d leave one day, mad that Steve was over again, and Darry would chase him down, because Darry was always chasing after his kid brothers, and they would meet Johnny.

“I hope he’s here soon, or we can’t do our planned activity.” Their mother had smiled mischievously, even as she absentmindedly soothed Ponyboy. Sodapop gasped, eyes wide as he shot up into a sitting position.

“Can we go get him?” Sodapop asked, pushing himself back to his knees as he put his hands on the couch. Even Darry had found himself wanting to go find Sodapop’s best friend so that they could do this ‘planned activity’.

“I’ll go with him,” Darry offered before their mom could refuse Sodapop his request. “We can go get Steve and come back, we’ll be really fast!” Darry added, eyes darting towards their father hopefully. Both Curtis parents were thoughtful.

“I suppose,” Their dad spoke, smiling as both Darry and Sodapop brightened up. Ponyboy had started getting fussy, and was beginning to cry and kick his feet like he did when he had headaches. “There wouldn’t be any harm in them going to get Steve. Darry can handle his brother on a walk, Sharon.”

“Oh, alright. Go, but be fast.” Their mother smiled, brushing Pony’s hair back as he looked up at her with tears streaming down his face. “Oh, let’s get you some headache medicine, yeah?” Darry didn’t know what she did after that. He and Sodapop had just been excited to be able to go on this walk by themselves.

“I’ll put my homework away when we get back!” Darry called out to their father, his shoes half tied as he grabbed his and Sodapop’s jackets. Sodapop was already out the door and waiting at the metal gate, jumping up and down. He would get cold half way through the walk, and Darry knew that.

“Alright!” Darry had barely heard their father’s response.

Getting back with Steve, who was a little downtrodden, brought a smile to the eight year old’s face. Darry had seen the switch, and had, unfortunately, recognized it. Paul sometimes looked like that when he and Darry hung out at Darry’s house. People just seemed more relaxed here. That, and some of the decorations that he’d left at the Curtis house had been put up alongside Darry’s, Sodapop’s, and Pony’s.

They’d made caramel apples, which Sodapop called poison apples, and candied apple slices that night, and Steve got to stay over for the entire weekend, which had just made Sodapop’s weekend. Though, Darry was sure who had a better weekend, Steve or Sodapop. Both acted like it was the best thing to happen to either of them, and Darry remembered Sodapop’s reaction to hearing that they’d have a baby brother, even if he had barely been two at the time.

Darry never did learn why Sodapop called caramel apples 'poisoned apples’, maybe because it was halloween and he’d been reading fairy tales at school in his reading class. There was one in which Darry vaguely remembered having poisoned apples in it. Sodapop always did associate things with new things he learned. It helped him remember everything better.

Darry wiped a tear away as he listened to the gang talking excitedly in the living room. First Halloween without their parents, so of course it had him reminiscing. He wondered how bad Thanksgiving and Christmas was going to be, if he was this choked up about Halloween.

He was leaning back just beside the door to his room, a couple pictures scattered out in front of him. He had never known just how Sodapop and Steve had ended up with caramel on their noses, it should have burned them with how hot the caramel sugar was, he had figured that out when he had wanted to try it.

He still had a bit of a scar on his top lip, just under his nose from where it had gone up when Darry had also bitten the spoon in his surprise of how hot it was. Had not been a fun experience, and probably why that memory was so vivid to Darry. He remembered that Ponyboy had laughed loudly around then.

Ponyboy had managed to get his hands on some of the softening caramel when their dad wasn’t looking, and his entire hand was covered in it. Thankfully it had been cooled off and just mushy, so maybe that was how Sodapop and Steve had caramel on their noses. Their dad was funny like that and probably had done it.

“Darry?” Darry glanced up as the door was opened, Sodapop was at the door. He looked confused for a second before looking down and blinking in surprise. He shrugged it off, moving into the room and shutting the door behind him. “What are you doing in here? Gang’s all out there.”

“Just… needed a minute.” Darry shrugged. There was no point in trying to lie to his kid brother, Sodapop would just see right through him. Glory knows that Sodapop had to notice lies, for all the time he spends around Ponyboy.

Darry felt a little guilty at that thought. Sodapop did so much to take some of the burden that was thrust upon Darry when their parents died, not that Darry thought his brothers were burden’s. Sodapop had taken it upon himself to take care of Ponyboy when Darry couldn’t, especially emotionally, because Darry honestly sucked at that.

But he was working on it, and so was Ponyboy. It was a learning curve, especially with Ponyboy going through puberty, Sodapop learning out to lean on his brothers when he needed them, and Darry always working, though he worked less in the colder months.

There was a balance that they had been learning and adjusting to.

“I don’t rememb-Oh! That’s the year we first did caramel apples, right?” Sodapop was looking at the pictures, a light in his eyes as he reached and picked up one in specific. “Glory, I was young. Six?”

“Seven.” Darry corrected automatically before stopping. “Nearly Seven.” Sodapop chuckled, flipping the picture over. His smile dimmed, but was no less genuine as tears filled his eyes. Darry didn’t need to ask to know what he was looking at; their mother’s handwriting, claiming that her ‘four boys’ had tried caramel apples for the first time. It had been the first time their parents could afford it, but they tried for it every year.

Sodapop set that one down, picking up another. This one had five of them in it, and they were all a little older. Darry, Steve, and Sodapop were sitting in the back of a pickup truck with the hatch down, and in front of them were Ponyboy and Johnny, sitting on some hay bales. All five of them had popcorn balls in a little wrapped paper dish and smiles on their faces.

“I-, how old were we in this one?” Sodapop asked, tilting his head.

“Steve was eleven, you were nearly eleven, Pony was eight, and Johnny was ten.” Darry had been fourteen. He’d just entered highschool, and had his sights on joining the football team once the season started.

That was the year that Darry had started falling in with the wrong crowds.

Sodapop didn’t say anything. He was running his finger across the image, like he could uncover something if only he tried. He wouldn’t. Darry knew, because he had tried too. Sodapop set that picture down before picking up a third one. This one had the entire gang in it; it was Dally’s first Halloween with the Gang. He was… fourteen? Maybe fifteen in that picture.

They’d been carving pumpkins, and Ponyboy had gotten this great idea to dump the pumpkin guts onto Johnny’s head. Their pumpkin that they’d been carving had been momentarily forgotten as Johnny tried to get revenge. Ponyboy’s clothes had suffered for it, and Johnny smelled like pumpkin for days after. Dally was staring at the two of them incredulously, not noticing Two-Bit behind him with a pile hanging over his head to dump onto him.

Sodapop and Steve were in the background, laughing their asses off, the both of them were also covered in pumpkin guts; Steve with it all over his clothes and Sodapop had it covering his arms and hair. You could see them only because of the angle of the camera, showing Sodapop and Steve through the space in between Two-Bit’s arms.

Darry had been sitting off behind Ponyboy and Johnny, and had been looking at them startled. There was a pile of pumpkin seeds sitting in front of him. He liked sorting out the seeds, because he liked to bake them and eat them. He never did manage to get their mom to try them, though their dad loved them. Sodapop did too.

“I-” Sodapop stopped as he smiled, wiping the tears that were forming in his eyes. “This was my favorite year, I think.” Darry smiled at him softly as he nodded. It wasn’t his own favorite year, but it was close. “I’m going to go rejoin the gang. You coming?” Sodapop let the picture fall from his hands, his voice sounding thick with tears. Darry understood.

“I’m right behind you.” Darry nodded. Sodapop nodded sharply, pushing himself and leaving the room. Darry had to put the pictures away, carefully stacking them back together and putting them in the shoe box sitting beside Darry of all the holidays their family had ever done together and gotten pictures of.

He hesitated on that last picture that Sodapop held, holding in his hands as he stared at it. Darry knew that their parents had extras of all the pictures; had seen them himself when he dug through the attic. Maybe…

Darry pushed himself up, walking across the room to set the shoe box on his desk, closed. He set the picture on top of it before turning and walking out of the room. He had a couple pictures to go find before he could join the gang…

Ponyboy laughing hard at something Johnny said had him stopping. He turned and talked towards the living room instead. He could find the pictures tomorrow. They could make their own, even, with more memories to add.

[abr]

Come dice Joe Mazzulla coach di Boston Celtics: "(you've got to) win the math".

Per cui, nell'analisi del voto europeo ci allontaniamo dalle narrative a-matematiche degli opinionisti diplomati al classico; preventivamente al mercato delle vacche parlamentari (tutti quegli "indipendenti" e non iscritti, totale 100), abbiamo, a fronte di una maggioranza teorica minima richiesta di 361 voti:

La maggioranza uscente ("Ursula" o "larghe intese") che da 441 scende a 400 sulla carta: PPE (popolari) almost static da 182 di prima a 186, S&D (socialisti) tonfa da 154 a 135 e cade pure RE (sedicenti liberali: Macron, Calenda, Renzi) da 108 a 79.

Maggioranze alternative non ce n'è: lo scenario "Italia" con tutto il CDx assieme farebbe 317 sulla carta; peggio il "campo largo" di sinistra, farebbe 303 inclusi i "liberali".

Per cui, coach Mazzulla docet, cambierà niente: il declino procede.

Oppure poco ma significativo (è la politica, bellezza): Ecr (Meloni) potrebbe appoggiare esternamente gli Ursula zoppicanti, presentando il suo conto moderatore di cazzate e tagliatore di salti nel vuoto energetico migratorio ambientale ucraino palestofante. Uno scenario di mitigazione, non cancellazione, del declino.

L'alternativa sarebbe che i poltronati si sentissero comodi come sono, o peggio che fossero così pazzi da remare controcorrente alle indicazioni del voto e puntassero al puntello dei Verdi, scesi da 74 a 53: è l'arrocco che chiedono gli altri perdenti, i socialisti, per mantenere l'agenda europea retrograda in corso.

Per cui, popcorn e vigile attesa.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Ok I saw ur doing ships too and I want to request one (for the outsiders) !!!!

Personality wise I'm kinda loud and I make a lot of jokes and don't take a lot of things seriously but when I do take things seriously I do if that makes sense? I can randomly go nonverbal tho for no absolute reason. I also have trust issues but at the same time I don't and I let people walk all over me. Even though I can joke with most people it takes a lot for me to trust and really gain friendships with people. I also am really mean sometimes and sometimes go too far but I don't mean it or realize it. I make jokes like that as a from of affection

I really like school but English, history, and art. Not like math and shit. But I seriously love English and Language arts

Looks wise I have a scene hair cut, I don't really tease it though so it's not really scene but it's the hair cute you need for it. I wear a lot of eyeliner and mascara and makeup in general. I have brown eyes and thin eyebrows

Style wise I wear a lot of crop tops and low rise jeans I also wear a lot of pj pants I also have a lot of Kandi bracelets

Sorry if this is too long 😭

It’s not pookie ❤️

Your Outsiders Ship: Johnny Cade

NO FAIR

Explaination: I think that your loud and to his quiet personality would contrast perfectly, and I think that you could do a lot of talking for him and a lot of standing up for him which he isn’t comfortable to do on his own. Don’t get me wrong. He can absolutely stand up for himself, but I think sometimes he has a hard time getting the words out there to do so and I think you would be able to greatly help with that and maybe even teach him a few things. I think he would have the same trust issues as you and I think you guys would actually bond through relating to that and I think he would totally get you going non verbal randomly. He’s also used to dealing with Dally so as for your meanness and taking jokes too far, he would definitely be one to tell you off if you made a joke that hurt his feelings and I think he would expect the same vice versa although he would be extremely careful not to do that. I think he also really loves history and would totally love taking that class with you and moving his period to match yours even though it’s hard for him to grip some concepts as soon as he does, he immediately gets it and can create some really in-depth and meaningful conversations about the subject, which he would love to have with you. He also really likes your style and the way you look. He likes your fashion and would wear matching pj pants with you. 💚