#n darry like yeah exactly

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

anytime Johnny gets a scheme in his head the others push it SO hard bc the thing is if it was JOHNNYS idea darry can't be mad about it <3

[retrolvr4]

I’d Fix It If I Could

Darry Curtis x Female Reader

Pt 1

Warnings- Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, reader has female anatomy, praise, orgasm denial if you squint

A/n- you don’t have to read the first part to understand the second! Thank you all so much for all the support on my previous fic’s, I appreciate it so much 💗 Hope you enjoy this one!

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You had fixed Dinner for Soda, Pony, Darry and yourself. The rest of the boys having gone off to other places for nightly activities. 

“I know a hot meal probably isnt ideal considering the circumstances but I hope you boys still like it” you said as you set down plates of spaghetti in front of the boys. 

“Dont worry your pretty little head, this looks delicious, thank you for making dinner darling” Darry said to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Resulting in a ‘yuck’ from Pony and Soda. 

You were grateful he allowed himself to sit down and let you make and serve dinner. He was always working or busy with something and you enjoyed being able to help out. 

“Y/n it looks real good and i'm always starving after work” Soda complemented 

“Yeah y/n, I've been wantin’ spaghetti real bad, thanks for makin’ it for me” Pony gushed 

You laughed and thanked them all for the praises on the simple dish. 

The four of you sat down for dinner, Pony talking about the latest book he’d read, Soda talking about weird customers he ran into all while Darry watched you adoringly, he loved how good you got along with Pony and Soda and how much you cared for them. Always asking about their days and laughing at their stories, comforting them if something went awry, and threatening to beat up guys double your size if you heard they hurt Pony. 

After the four of you had eaten, Pony and Soda headed to their rooms while you and Darry cleaned up dinner. Darry was washing the dishes while you cleaned off plates from the table. 

“I never knew a man could look so hot washing dishes” you giggled, slightly mesmerized by Darry’s biceps and his muscular figure he had built from the long days spent at work. You set the dishes down in the sink then wrapped your arms around Darry’s waist from behind, you slowly began to press gentle kisses on to his back, working your way up to his shoulder blades. 

“Doll you can’t keep teasin’ me like this” he groaned “I’m not gonna make it if you keep getting me all worked up” You felt him shiver 

“What if I want you to be all worked up” you whispered back 

“Well thankfully all the dishes are clean” He replied drying his hands off with a towel 

“But don’t they need dried and put away” you teased, continuing to work slow kisses along his shoulder. 

Darry turned himself around so he was now facing you, you laid your head on his chest and were now hugging his waist. He held the back of your head with his hands, playing with your hair and massaging your scalp. You sighed contentedly at his actions, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to be engulfed in his scent. 

You heard the creak of a door opening then the padding of footsteps down the hall. You turned your head to face who you heard, not leaving Darry’s arms. You saw Soda giving you an amused look and Pony standing behind him with a teasing grossed out face. 

“I’m gonna go meet with Steve, there’s some party he wants to go to tonight, I probably won’t be back till late” Soda told you and Darry

“And I wanna go to the drive in, I told Johnny I’d meet him there, I’ll probably be home late too” Pony chimed in

“Alright, just be safe and I’ll tan both of your hides if you're not back home by the time I’m up tomorrow morning” Darry threatened, only half kidding. 

You left Darry’s embrace to give Soda and Pony quick hugs “have fun, and call if you need anything” You said to them, both of them leaving soon after. 

“We got lucky” you smiled, heading back over to Darry “got the house all to ourselves” 

“Exactly what we needed sweet thing” Darry cooed, he picked you up, holding on tightly to your waist. Seconds later his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. He moved you over to set you down on the counter, still kissing you needily. 

He moved his hands down to your thighs running his fingers along them as he began to kiss down your neck and onto your collar bone. 

“Been needing you so bad” he muttered between kisses, small whimpers coming from you. You worked your hands through his hair, pulling on the strands when he would suck and gently bite on your skin. 

“Youre gonna leave marks” you said softly, not opposed to the idea but wanting to make sure he knew. 

“I want to honey” he replied, looking up at you with big eyes “want you to think about me when you see em’” 

Your stomach flipped at the sight of him, the lustful look in his eyes, the small smirk that played on his face, as you felt him gently running his hands along your thighs and hips. 

“Darry I need you” you whimpered out. 

Darry quickly picked you back up and carried you down the hall to his room, softly setting you down on his bed. He climbed on top of you and tugged your tank top over your head, his lips back on yours in an instant. He unclasped your bra with ease, throwing it to the side. 

He pulled back from you to admire your figure “You’re so beautiful my sweet girl” he praised

You blushed at his complements and pulled him back into you, kissing him slowly and sweetly, in contrast to the fast pace that had previously been set. 

You tangled your hands into his hair and he moved one of his hands to your breast, he cupped it then gently began toying with your nipple, slowly rubbing circles and lightly pinching. The sensation made you moan softly and he groaned at the noises you were producing. 

You began to play with the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up, hinting at what you were wanting. 

“Words baby” he said, noticing your actions

“Can I take your shirt off?” you shyly asked him 

“course you can” he replied sweetly

You lifted his shirt over his head, admiring his toned figure for a moment before you crawled into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, and began kissing his neck, moving your way down to his collarbone. His quick breaths and grunts had you pooling with arousal, you felt his erection on your thigh so you knew you werent the only one getting worked up. 

He began to toy with your waistband, “love when you wear these shorts, they look so beautiful on you” he groaned out, you hummed in response. 

“can I take em’ off?” he asked you sweetly 

“Yes, please honey” you said eagerly, and he moved you onto your back, shimmying the shorts down your soft legs. 

Darry hovered over you for a moment before leaning down to give you a loving kiss, then working his way down your body, kissing every part of you. He stopped just below your belly button. Looking up at you with loving eyes “this okay?” 

You nodded quickly, desperately needing him closer to where you desired him most. 

He pulled your undies down and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen clit. He quickly licked up the arousal that had been forming “so wet for me” he muttered, tongue diving between your folds. 

He slowly pushed two fingers into you, you groaned at the sensation and grabbed onto his hair, it had once been cleanly slicked back but you had made a mess of it by now. 

You felt a sensation building in your stomach as Darry worked his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the soft spongy spot inside of you. 

Just as he was about to push you over the edge he quickly pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact and he shushed you.

“Can you wait a little bit for me baby? You’re doing so good” he cooed 

You groaned but agreed to his request.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down along with his underwear. 

You nearly drooled at the sight in front of you, Darry was hard and throbbing and the look in his eyes told you he desperately needed you. 

He moved so he was hovering over you, your gaze met his and you gave him a nod to signal that you were ready. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push into you. 

You gasped at the sensation, pressure building as your body tried to adjust to his size. 

“Youre doing so good for me” Darry praised “you okay honey?” he asked, wanting to know before he pushed further into you. You nodded and he pushed into you the rest of the way. You were completely filled with him and he groaned at the pressure of your walls clinging to him. 

He began to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first but your whines of pleasure encouraged him to move quicker. He moved his face into the crook of your neck in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle his moans. You were a mess underneath him, moaning at the sensation with each move of his hips, you were frantically grabbing him anywhere you could, squeezing his biceps, scratching his back, tugging on his hair, any kind of contact you could get with him. 

“Fuck” Darry groaned “feel so good doll” he managed to get out between heavy breathes. 

You felt your orgasm approaching as pressure built in your stomach. 

“I’m so close Dare” you cried out. He quickly moved his lips to yours, swallowing your moans, he continued to thrust into you, hitting the perfect spot every time. 

You sloppily kissed him as you felt your release nearing, one of your hands holding on to the side of his face while the other tugged on his hair. He held tightly onto your hips holding you in place as he fucked you. He felt you clenching around him knowing he was nearing his release as well. 

“It’s okay baby” He cooed to you, signaling to you to allow yourself to release all the pressure that had been building. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts you were pushed over the edge, the pressure releasing as you were thrown into pure bliss. When Darry felt your walls clench around him he was soon releasing inside of you. Groaning as the two of you rode out your highs together. 

When you had caught your breath, you kissed him on the forehead, he was a sweaty mess but he looked so handsome. Both of you whispered ‘I love you’s’ and Darry praised “you did so good, you're so beautiful” 

After sweet kisses and giggles Darry stood up to go run a bath for you. You whined at the loss of his contact “I’m just gonna start a bath so I can get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back” he said with a small laugh.

You sat up and threw Darry’s previously discarded shirt on to cover up your exposed body. 

Darry was back seconds later as he had said and he raised his eyebrows at you wearing his shirt “practically swimming in that thing” he chuckled as he moved towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. He wrapped his arms under your legs and back and picked you up to carry you to the bathroom. 

“Darry I can walk” you said with a teasing attitude

“Nope, you're getting carried” He responded and kissed your forehead. 

Darry set you down on the countertop in the bathroom and helped you pull the shirt off, he then picked you up and set you back down in the bath, now filled with warm water. 

He helped you wash your body, massaging and scratching your back in the process. 

After you were cleaned up he’d given you a clean shirt of his per your request, you told him it was still too hot to put your pajamas on and you batted your eyes at him as you asked if you could just wear one of his shirts to bed. He agreed of course, knowing he couldn't say no to you especially when you looked at him like that. 

Both of you laid down in bed, worn out from your previous activities. Darry placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles along your hip as the two of you fell asleep. 

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[winstonsns]

i read your cuteness aggression for the curtis!reader and i’m in love! can you maybe do preferences with a curtis!reader who’s a year younger than pony? thank you and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! ☺️

the gang and 13 year old curtis!reader (request)

pairings: ponyboy x reader, johnny x reader, soda x reader, darry x reader, dally x reader, two-bit x reader, steve x reader

warnings: cussing

authors note: this is strictly platonic guys!! i feel like i’ve been falling off lately LMAO. i hope u guys enjoy though 💗

word count: 1.0k

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you are the closest in the gang, being the closest in age and him being a protective older brother to you

he doesn’t always feel the closest to his siblings because him and darry are always arguing, soda’s in the middle and doesn’t interfere anymore

but you’re always one to comfort pony after he gets into a heated argument with his oldest brother

he helps you with homework a lot since you’re not far behind him, he helps you study and get super high grades so darry isn’t on your ass for shitty grades

pony also reads you books when you’re stressed, it’s also just something he enjoys doing in your presence

quality time means a lot to him because his brothers are never home, he’ll read a magazine or do homework in a room with you, it gives him a sense of safety

JOHNNY CADE

the two of you aren’t exactly the closest in age but you talk to each other about everything

you and johnny hang out at the lot and sometimes fall asleep there, when you wake up, you direct him to your house so he can sleep there too

sometimes he’ll give you little gifts for fun, remembers a lot of things you tell him

if you talk about a book or item you want once, he’ll get it as soon as he can

he really appreciates your friendship and will do anything to keep it and strengthen it

probably let’s you borrow his switchblade even though he always has it on him, has backups too

SODAPOP CURTIS

he’s the most annoying but loving brother to you, always asking you if you have a partner yet and teasing you if you do

“ooooh.. who were you hangin’ out with today, y/n? you like them?”

“soda, i’ve been friends with them for years!”

“yeah, but do you like them?”

he’s the embodiment of the trend ‘i know love is real because (name) is real and they are full of it’

soda makes sure you have a lot of attention and love, doesn’t necessarily try to replace your parents but is somewhat nurturing to you

he doesn’t rant to you often because he knows it can be overwhelming, you’re just a kid, as he puts it and shouldn’t be dealing with others problems

sometimes he’ll take you to the DX after school so you can gossip and you can learn about working

DARRY CURTIS

darry’s your eldest brother and is extremely protective of you, always checks up on you and asking about your day

he has the same expectations for you and ponyboy, he checks over your homework but is calmer with you

he wants you to be with some sort of guardian wherever you go, even if you’re walking down the street for fun

he knows it’s not the safest for you to be alone, especially at night

because he doesn’t have the best relationship with his brothers, he makes cake with you more often than he does with the others

he does not let you participate in rumbles, he says it’s way too dangerous for you to fight

DALLAS WINSTON

he fucking hates kids so it’s a surprise he enjoys your presence

you remind him a bit of himself, you’re a bit of an ‘outcast in the outcasts’ because you’re the youngest and told you can’t do anything

so dally teaches you how to live in case you ever get put on the streets, teaches you what to do in the worst case scenarios

he’s hard on you though, it’s tough love and he can get really frustrated if you get hurt or in trouble because he’s taught you how to protect yourself

steals random stuff for you, most of the time it’s candy or random sweets like popcorn from the drive in, sometimes it’s a drink

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you remind him of his younger sister, he feels obligated to protect you in some way

most of the time, soda and darry are working so they aren’t home most of the time, pony’s hanging out with johnny so keith watches over you

sometimes he calls himself your babysitter because he thinks it’s funny, it’s even better that he knows you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself

he’ll tell you super inappropriate jokes and when darry’s there, he’ll smack him on the back of the head

“two, knock it off. she doesn’t needa hear that stuff!”

“i didn’t even do anything, super—“

he steals stuff for you too, whether it’s something related to your studies or a random item you want for some reason

STEVE RANDLE

originally didn’t want to be around you, he doesn’t want to be around ponyboy and you’re with him all the time

but eventually, steve warms up to you and lets you hang out with him and the gang sometimes

he’s actually pretty smart and not many people expect that from him, he helps you with homework even though he can get frustrated at times if you don’t understand

if you’re into cars, expect him to teach you all about them and for him to invite you to the DX

maybe he lets you help him fix some of the cars, of course you won’t get paid money, instead snacks he gives you for free

soda will come up to you in the morning as you’re barely awake, talking to you

“steve said to come to the DX after school, gonna teach you some stuff about cars.”

[sundayiminlove]

sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]

synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally

i.

PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.

Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.

Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.

You have him, hook line and sinker.

"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.

You perk up.

Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."

He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.

"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."

He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.

He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.

No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.

You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"

Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.

As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."

You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.

"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"

With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.

BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.

Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.

So, here's the thing, right?"

There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.

You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.

As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.

And there you stand.

Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.

You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."

He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.

You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.

"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.

His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.

[thewritersofdeceased]

DARRY CURTIS

PROMPT: THE GREASERS CALL YOU AND DARRY “MOM AND DAD”

PRONOUNS: SHE / HER FOR THIS ONE

Greasers. Everybody despised the greasers of Tulas. Y/N was one of them. Having the dislike of Soc’s, it was natural for her to have a distaste to them. After finding Johnny Cade, the friend of her boyfriend’s brother all bruised up and hurt from a soc, her hatred for the nice-dressed had grown stronger.

Here she sat in the living room of the Curtis household, waiting for the greasers to come back from a fight. Well, not exactly a fight but they had to go and make sure Pony was safe. Walking home from the movies in between Social and Greaser’s territories weren’t exactly safe. Especially for a fourteen year old who never carried around a switchblade like the rest of them.

On the sides of the armchair y/n sat in were a first aid kit and a bunch of bandages. On the floor consisted of more medical supplies. A sigh of relief escaped when she heard the cheering of each boy. Though… she assumed they would be tired after a fight like that. When the door opened, the first one in was Pony, who had a cut just below his jawline, directly on his neck.

“Pony! Sit down, let me clean your cut.” She spoke, almost like a mother as she stood from the arm chair and grabbed the first aid kit. Pony, being afraid to anger the (h/c)’d female, sat himself on the couch with Soda plopping himself down right after. Y/N stood in front of the boy, carefully holding his face in order to work on the cut without injuring him anymore.

Darry watched the situation, helping Steve with his bleeding nose as everything happened. Johnny was quiet, but he watched Y/N rather closely. Standing to his feet and slightly tugging her jacket, he spoke with a soft tone. “Mom-“ He froze. Soon as he said that single word, he froze.

This led the greaser group to look over to Johnny with a confused look on their faces. Except Pony. He didn’t look towards his friend, and rather looked back at Y/N. Whose eyes were widened for a moment. For a couple seconds, Y/N felt her heart begin to grow bigger. She smiled warmly at the black haired boy before speaking softly.

“Yes, Johnny?” She tilted her head as she spoke, but her warm and soft tone never faltered or disappeared. “When you’re done can you help me with my..?” He motioned towards his scar, frowning slightly. Y/N nodded in response, having gone back to working on Pony.

That was only a couple weeks ago. About two or three. Now Y/N stood in the kitchen, preparing food for every boy that would come around. Darry was out with Soda working, Dally had been off doing whatever(probably getting in trouble with the fuzz), Steve and Two-Bit had been hangin out, and Johnny and Pony were walking home from a movie together.

The Curtis house smelt like a whole restaurant, a buffet if you’d think. Y/N hummed as she cooked and placed everything out. It wasn’t until she heard the bickering between two boys, and two others trying to stop them. “C’mon, let me at him!” It was Two-Bit and Steve bickering like children. Per usual. But that’s what friends do sometimes.

Y/N hummed in response to hearing the bickering, taking off the gloves she wore and smiling when the boys had come through the house’s front door. Though… they paused. Soda was the first to speak through everything. “Why’s it smell good? Someone cook?” He questioned aloud, only giving a quick Look into the kitchen.

“Well, welcome home boys. Take showers then get yourselves down here for dinner, yeah?” Y/N spoke warmly to each of the boys. Soda stared with a look of confusion for a couple seconds. Darry was rather surprised. He wasn’t annoyed, no. He was genuinely surprised. Steve and Two-bit’s bickering had came to a stop before they shouted in unison. “I CALL DIBS ON THE SHOWER FIRST!”

And there it was. The bickering again. The two pushed each other out of the way, trying to go and reach the shower first. Though Y/N was not having it. “HEY! Quit your fightin’ or nobody’s getting dessert!” She shouted to the boys, only as Soda began to laugh. The sudden shout made Two and Steve grow quiet real quick. They were on the ground by this point, wrestling. “Sorry mom..” They spoke, standing to their feet and looking at the ground.

This led a confused shout to escape another boy who’d finally gotten here. Dally, who stood in the doorway, stared with confusion. “MOM!? The hell are you two on about!?” He asked quickly, going over to Y/N. Dally didn’t have a good family life, just like Johnny. For a couple seconds, there was bickering before Y/N felt herself get picked up. Dally was glaring daggers to Soda, Two-bit and Steve.

“Y/N’s me and Johnny’s mom, back up!” Dally shouted, holding Y/N close to him in a hug. Darry only watched. “Guys… she’s my girlfriend. And I’m not your dad.” He spoke sternly to the four boys. Though Dally stared at him with a blank face. “Sure, dad. Sure.” Maybe Soda and Pony would be the only two to not call Darry their dad. Though at this point, the oldest Curtis brother did act like their dad.

When everyone was home, finishing dinner and heading off to sleep wherever, Y/N and Darry cleaned the kitchen up. The soft humming of the female and the deeper harmonies of the male. “Hey sweetheart?” Darry spoke after the humming had came to an end by both of them. Y/N let out a soft “hm?” in response to the other. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and Darry’s chin going on her shoulder.

“We make good parents to this idiots, don’t we?” He then asked, earning a soft laugh. “That we do. That we do… they’re idiots, but we love them.” She whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head on Darry’s chest.

[harrietswriting]

Darrel!!!! I don’t know like what about. Maybe like Darrel taking you on a date or something but like Darrel Fluff!! Or Darrel Angst. Anything!!!!! I love your work so much!! You are so amazing!

an: Thank you for the request 💕 I will be doing the date idea because I think that's cute

W: none? This is kinda short. 438 words

On Your Way to a Date With Him

Darry Curtis x reader

"Don't you look fancy." You say with a grin when your boyfriend, Darry, comes into the living room in a button up.

"I wanted to look nice." He shrugs as he walks over to you.

"Well, you do." You say. You wanted to look nice too and had spent an incredible amount of time getting ready.

"So do you," he looks you up and down and a hand falls to your waist. "You look stunning."

His comment makes a bit of heat rise to your cheeks and a smile creep onto your face. "Thank you."

He places a hand on your cheek then gently kisses the other. "Mhm. Should we go?"

You giggle happily at his sweet kiss. "Yeah."

He lets you go and opens the door. He holds it open for you. Once you're both outside, you take his hand and walk to your car. Sodapop had taken the Curtis's truck somewhere, so you were driving.

"I'm really glad you could get off work today. It means a lot to me that you made time for us to go on a date," you tell him.

He flashes you a smile. "Anything for you, love."

The two of you get into your car and head to the restaurant. He has his hand on your thigh the whole time. You guys just talk, and maybe you're only talking about trivial things most of the drivre, but this is everything to you. There's no one else you can talk to so naturally, so freely. You gossip about random things and he listens. He even tells you drama from his jobs.

"Tod just found out he has a kid." He tells you.

"No! Two-toothed Tod?"

You one else feels so much like home, so safe. He rubs your thigh absentmindedly once you mention you're cold. He stares at you almost the whole ride there, he's mesmerized.

When you park the car, he reluctantly lifts his hand from your leg, and gets out. You grab your purse and get out as well. He offers you his arm and you take it. You lock you car as you and this beautiful man, who loves you, approach the door.

"I can't get over how amazing you look, y/n." He says.

"Oh stop." You smile and try to brush off the compliment.

"I can't, sweetheart." He holds the door for you.

You walk inside and he comes up beside you. You look at him as he looks at you.

"I love you, Darry."

He places his hand on the small of your back as you walk to the hostess stand. "I love you too."

An: I'm sorry this is short 😭 I'm not sure exactly how to write Darry for I hope yall like this. Please comment and give me feedback honestly😭. I have a few requests that I'm currently working through! Love you guys 💕

[leighbaye]

— CINNAMON GIRL ⁴

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , dallas winston 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. dallas’ perspective on y/n, delving into his tough exterior and how she manages to reach the vulnerable parts of him he keeps hidden. through dallas’ eyes, we see the impact of her unwavering kindness and how she brings a rare sense of peace to his otherwise chaotic life.

labels. dally’s point of view.

warnings. mentions of dallas’ rough upbringing, and brief references to violence and criminal behavior.

life’s a fight. always has been. you either take the punches or you throw ‘em, and i’ve never been the kind to just sit there and take it. the streets taught me that. new york taught me that.

but for some reason, y/n never needed to fight. she could walk into a room and somehow everything got quieter, calmer. like even the meanest bastard wouldn’t dare cross her. i used to think it was because she was soft, too sweet for her own good. but now i know better. y/n’s tougher than most people i’ve ever met. just in a different way.

the first time i met her, i thought she was a joke.

it was a couple years back. i’d just started hanging around with the curtis boys and their little crew. didn’t trust any of them yet, not really. but they had my back in a fight, and that was good enough.

y/n was sitting on the couch at their place, holding pony’s arm and telling him to quit squirming while she bandaged him up. he’d taken a tumble during a game of football, and the kid was whining like he’d lost a leg or something.

saw two other kids, looked just like her. the younger boy spoke.

❝im so sorry pony! i didn’t mean too, i’ll do anything to make it up to you!❞

i already don’t like him, why are his glasses so big?

pony, one i was familiar with replied.

❝don’t worry ‘bout it charlie, we were just playing around ... ouch! y/n … that hurts.❞

❝you’re fine, pony,❞ she said, her voice calm but firm. ❝just sit still.❞

i leaned against the doorframe, watching her. she didn’t look like she belonged in a place like this — too clean, too pretty, too … good.

❝who’s this?❞ i asked, jerking my chin toward her.

❝that’s y/n,❞ soda said, grinning. ❝she’s like our guardian angel or something.❞

❝angel, huh?❞ i smirked, crossing my arms. ❝doesn’t look like much to me.❞

y/n glanced up then, her eyes meeting mine. they weren’t soft like i expected. there was steel in them, and it threw me off.

❝and you must be dallas,❞ she said, her voice steady. ❝i’ve heard about you.❞

❝yeah? what’d you hear?❞

❝that you’re trouble.❞

i grinned, stepping closer. ❝and you’re not scared?❞

she smiled back, just a little. ❝should i be?❞

i didn’t know what to say to that, so i just shrugged and walked away. but that was the start of it, i guess. the beginning of whatever this thing is between me and her.

y/n’s different from anyone i’ve ever known. most people take one look at me and decide i’m not worth their time. hell, half the time i don’t blame ‘em. i’m a mess, and i know it.

but not y/n. she sees through all the crap, like she’s got some kind of sixth sense for knowing when someone’s not as tough as they act.

there was this one night, a few months after we met. i’d gotten into a fight with some socs down by the tracks. they jumped me, four against one, and i didn’t exactly come out on top. i managed to drag myself to the curtis house, bloodied and bruised, thinking maybe darry could patch me up.

instead, i found y/n sitting on the porch, reading some book i didn’t recognize.

❝what the hell happened to you?❞ she asked, her eyes going wide when she saw me.

❝just a little disagreement,❞ i muttered, trying to brush past her.

but she wasn’t having it. she grabbed my arm, surprisingly strong for someone so dainty, and pulled me inside.

❝sit,❞ she ordered, pointing to the kitchen table.

i thought about arguing, but something in her voice made me shut up and do as she said. she grabbed a towel and some ice, cleaning me up without a word.

❝you’ve got to stop doing this to yourself, dallas,❞ she said after a while, her voice quiet.

❝doing what?❞ i asked, wincing as she dabbed at a cut on my forehead.

❝acting like you don’t matter,❞ she said, her eyes meeting mine. ❝like it doesn’t matter if you get hurt.❞

i didn’t know what to say to that, so i just looked away.

it’s funny. i’ve been through more fights and close calls than i can count, but the only thing that’s ever really scared me is the thought of losing y/n.

i don’t mean that in a romantic way or anything. it’s just … she’s the only person who’s ever made me feel like i’m worth something. like maybe i’m not as screwed up as i think i am.

she’s always there, no matter what. when i screw up, when i push people away, when i do something stupid that lands me in trouble — y/n’s there, not judging, not lecturing. just … there. in a good way.

there was this one time, not too long ago, when things got really bad. i’d been arrested again, and when i got out, i didn’t want to see anyone. i holed up in my crappy little room, trying to pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

but y/n didn’t let me. she showed up one afternoon, knocking on the door until i finally let her in.

❝what do you want?❞ i asked, my voice rough.

❝to check on you,❞ she said simply, stepping inside like she owned the place.

she didn’t say much after that, just sat with me, her presence steady and grounding. after a while, i started talking — about new york, about my parents, about all the crap i never tell anyone.

and she listened. she didn’t try to fix me or tell me everything was going to be okay. she just listened, and somehow, that was enough.

y/n’s the kind of person you don’t expect to find in a place like this. she’s too good for it, too good for any of us, really. but she stays anyway, and i don’t think i’ll ever understand why.

all i know is, i’d do anything to protect her.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

. . . prologue darry curtis sodapop curtis ponyboy curtis

you’re here! johnny cade steve randle two - bit matthews

[your-unfriendlyghost]

angsty stevepop pt. 2- Evie’s there now

ok ok kinda a sequel to the previous post, it takes place like three/four-ish years later. Again I don’t think I’m gonna finish this AU or make a real polished fic or anything, but idk I like it.

The premise is that Soda doesn’t tear a ligament as a kid and gets semi-famous/successful in rodeos, so he ditches Tulsa (and Steve) for a while. But he ends up tearing the ligament badly as an adult, and is forced to pack it up and come home. (Theoretically it’d be steviepop endgame.) If folks dig this tho I might post the full plot outline, even if I’m still not planning on writing a fic really

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  “What’s with the face there?”

  I looked up from the glass I was cleaning, already grinning at the sound of her voice.

  “Evie!” 

  She smiled, sliding into the barstool. She was dressed nice, in a short red dress and long leather coat. Boy, she looked good in red. I dunno the fancy words for it, but it made her warm brown skin look even warmer, somehow. 

  “Hey, Steve,” she said, grabbing my hand across the bar. Her hands were kinda rough for a girl’s, but that didn’t bother me none. All that work at the ranch is bound to do that. Mine used to be rough too, back when I worked as a mechanic, but I was a bartender now and they’d gone pretty soft. 

  “Thought you still had a class you was teachin’,” I said, pushing the glass aside to focus on her.

  “Naw, the kid called in sick. I’m all yours tonight, babe,” she said, winking a little goofily.

  I sighed, wishing I’d known that earlier. If I had, I’d’ve probably called in sick myself. It seemed like she was always busy nowadays- ranch work always seemed to amp up as rodeo season inched closer. 

  I leaned over the bar and kissed her freckled cheek. 

  She frowned though as I pulled away. A part of me froze, a holdover from high school- still stressed as a schoolboy that she’d break up with me now or something. My Ma’s engagement ring was on her finger though, and I tampered that fear down quick.

  Evie pursed her lips and adjusted my half-unbuttoned collar. “Seriously, though- you look real wound up.”

  I wrinkled my nose, trying not to think about it. “It’s nothin’, Evie, baby. Don’t ya worry ‘bout it.”

 Evie chewed her lip, getting a bit of dark-red lipstick on her teeth. “Darry called me up.”

  My heart sank. “Honest-to-God, it’s nothin’.”

  “You didn’t tell me Soda Curtis was back in town.”

  I sucked my teeth. 

  Soda. Stupid name. It was all over, on all the damn cowboy magazines. On the posters. Even the rich-kids were proud to be from the same town as Soda, the downtown cowboy who got to the top through “hard work” or some bull like that. 

  “I didn’t know,” I said flatly. “And his name’s Sodapop, okay? Just- just say Sodapop.”

  “Okay,” Evie said easily. “Sodapop.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled. God, I was being childish. I knew I was, but I couldn’t stop.

  “I know y’all were close…” Evie started.

  I sneered. “No we weren’t.”

  Evie fixed me with a look, one that stared right through me. 

  “Well, not like I thought,” I muttered gruffly. “Not close like…I thought.”

  “I know,” Evie murmured, rubbing my clenched jaw. “I know.”

  I peeled away, and stacked a few glasses. “Just- let’s not talk about him, okay?” I said through gritted teeth. “I don’t wanna think about him on our day off, babe.”

  “Okay,” Evie said. She waited a beat, then prodded my stomach. “What d’ya mean our day off?”

  I grinned despite myself, and glanced at the manager’s office. “Well, we ain’t exactly understaffed…and I think I’ve just come down with a case of somethin’ really bad and real contagious.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Evie said, a glint of excitement in her brown eyes. 

  “Yeah,” I cocked an eyebrow. “They call it, ah, Evie-itis. N’ when a guy comes down with it, how can he possibly work well when he’s got Evie Peterson on the mind?” 

  “That sounds pretty serious,” she smirked. 

  “It is. I’mma have to call in sick.”

[drgstrcowboi]

Darry x Fem!reader. They go out on a nice date but Y/n is wearing smth a lil revealing...maybe a little spice in there, but I understand if you don't want to write that 😅

i love this idea! thank you for the request!!

i have limited experience/comfort with writing spicier things, but i gave it a go. i'd say it's more a fluffy/suggestive vibe than spicy. i added in some little details about red lipstick, lol. i hope you like it <3

staring respectfully

even a perfect gentleman can be tempted

DarryxFem!reader. wc: 1523. flirty and suggestive date night between established partners. no real content warnings.

“Aaannndd, perfect!” you said to yourself as you finished lining your top lip with red lipstick. 

You had just enough time to adjust your dress and give the mirror a final look before Darry was supposed to pick you up. He said he’d be there at 7:30 sharp. And you knew it would be exactly 7:30 sharp because he’s never late, especially to pick you up for a date night. 

“Keys, wallet, lipstick” you run through the list of items to throw in your purse before the doorbell interrupts you. 7:29pm, of course, he’s running early because he’s excited. 

Regular date nights are not so regular with you and Darry, mostly because he works all the time and money…well it’s not exactly unlimited. But when you two do get the chance to go out, it’s really special. Or as special as it can be on the east side of Tulsa. You guys have a favorite spot, a little diner, that’s more than the Tastee Freez but not exactly the ritz. It didn’t matter though because Darry could make you feel special anywhere. 

“Coming!” you call down the hall, hoping he’ll hear you as you slip on a pair of black heels and start walking. 

You paused before opening the door, just for a moment. You wanted to collect yourself and look a little more poised before Darry saw you. What he didn’t yet know is that you’d gone out of your way to doll up for this date night. It’d been a few weeks since you were able to go out and you’d both been flat broke around his birthday, so you wanted to make it special now that there was the time and money for a night out. New dress, new shoes, new lipstick.

Red. Wine red lipstick. Nothing too flashy, but it would definitely catch his eye. 

“Hey, Y/N—oh shit!” Darry exclaimed as you opened the door, “pardon my french, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” 

Slam dunk, hole in one, mission accomplished. In the first two seconds, you knew he loved it. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked him in a giggly tone. He took a few steps back to let you fully out of the door and turn around to lock it behind you.

“Oh, most definitely,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you twisted the key in the lock.  

“Well you looked like you’d seen a ghost there for a second," you teased him.

“I just—you look amazing, it took me by surprise…not that you don’t always look amazing, it���s just—is that a new dress?” he stammered. 

“Tripping over your words tonight, Curtis?” you teased again as you turned around in his arms, “yes, it’s a new dress. I wanted tonight to be special since, you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out.”

“Well…I…yeah, let’s go out then,” he replied, gesturing towards the truck without taking his eyes off you.

All the way to the car you could feel him watching you. He was normally so put together and sure-spoken. You’d definitely taken Darryl Curtis Jr. by surprise tonight and he was not going to waste a single moment’s opportunity to take it all in.

Ever the perfect gentleman, he opened the truck’s passenger door and helped you climb in. You were sure-footed in heels, but he always helped you up into the truck no matter what you’re wearing. Once you were seated, you could immediately tell that he’d put in his own kind of effort for the evening. The truck was freshly cleaned, tools taken out of the bed, seats even looked vacuumed. Soda and Steve must have done him a solid at the DX before he came over. 

That’s not to say his appearance was underwhelming in the slightest. As he started the engine, you admired the curve of his biceps peeking out from the sleeves of a freshly-ironed muscle tee. He was wearing his good jeans, the dark denim that fit him like a glove and had no holes. The best part, though: that one front curl of his greased dark hair fell effortlessly tousled along the middle of his forehead. It always looked, to you at least, like a special flair that someone put on a signature. Anyone could sign the name Darryl Curtis Jr., but could anyone else do that with such perfection? Probably not. 

“Is that new lipstick too?” Darry asked you as he pulled up to a stoplight. He took his eyes off the road and fully took in your face, appreciating it the way he always does but with a glimmer in eye that made you feel like his whole world and then some.

“Yeah,” you replied, “I heard you tell the guys last week that you like red lipstick and I didn’t have any so I picked some up.”

He replied with a deep sigh and a playful smile as the truck lurched forward at the green light. Darry’s always a careful driver, but you could tell it was hard for him to focus on the rules of the road at the moment.

“So you’re eavesdropping on the gang’s locker room talk, huh?” Darry teased. 

“It’s hardly eavesdropping when you’re all scream-talking in the living room and I’m six feet away in the kitchen,” you pointed out, “besides, aren’t you glad I overheard you say that?”

“Very glad,” he said as he put the truck in park down the street from the diner. He raised a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss before getting out.

You got seated in the diner at your favorite booth, the one you and Darry always shared. Your red lips almost matched the color of the leather seats, like a picture in a magazine staged for perfection. Normally, he’s the type of guy who likes to sit next to his date on the same side of the booth, sling an around your shoulder, that kind of thing. But tonight he sat across from you, probably because the view was better.

“You two coming from some big party?” the waitress who always served you guys asked as she approached the table. 

“You’re dressed to the nines tonight!” she added, turning to you.

“Oh no, ma’am,” Darry replied for you, “just taking my favorite girl out tonight.”

“Special occasion then?” the waitress asked in a playful tone.

“It’s always a special occasion with Y/N.” Darry said, making you blush a little. 

He said it with a loving smile, never taking his eyes off you as he spoke to the waitress. If you’d have been on a date with any other man, any less respectful and upstanding man, the look he was giving you right now would have already escalated into a speedy trip to a private location. But not Darry. He wanted you, that was obvious, but he still had his morals. 

“You’re doing a lot of talking with your eyes tonight,” you said to Darry after you’d both placed your orders and the waitress was safely out of earshot. 

He cleared his throat and learned forward, extending his long arms across the table with hands outstretched and reaching for your own, “I could say the same about you. That dress is practically screaming at me.”

“Screaming what at you?” you giggled. 

“I think you know,” he replied with a wink. 

“Well,” you cocked your head to the side with a playful grin, “I think you should clarify because I was always taught that staring is rude.”

“Y/N,” he said slowly in a low tone, “I’m staring respectfully.”

“Oh what a perfect gentleman!” you teased.

“Even a perfect gentleman can be tempted,” he replied, “especially with a dress like that.”

The flirtation continued to escalate as the waitress came back with your food. Nothing special, but you were surprised that Darry ordered a beer. He doesn’t normally do that unless he’s nervous or…well, really wants to make sure he has a good time.

Once the dishes were cleared and the check paid, you two headed out of the dinner and into the fading Tulsa evening. Even the east side of the city could be charming at night, with the neon signs and other couples walking around, probably out for date night too. The Circle Cinema sign caught your eye as you walked hand in hand down the street. 

“Maybe we could catch a movie,” you suggested, pointing at the marquee. The truck was in eyesight now, and his gaze darted from your face to the outline of its fender and back to you. 

“Definitely not, darlin’” Darry replied, “we’re going home.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, “it’s still early, the night’s still young!”

“We’re going home,” he repeated, stopping and placing his two strong, calloused hands on your exposed shoulders, “because I’m tired of just staring respectfully at this dress.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand as you started walking again, “Respectfully, Curtis, I think I know what you mean.”

“Then get in this truck,” he said as he opened the door for you, “so we can go somewhere and get a little less respectful.”

[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

[d8nielaa]

can i request a ponyboy imagine where in a perfect world johnny and dally are still alive and everything’s okay and pony, johnny and reader are all friends. but there’s some kind of unspoken feelings that pony and reader have, where everyone knows they are “together” so no one tries anything. however at school there’s a soc girl, idk who, who starts flirting with ponyboy and reader get jealous and it’s really cute and yeah, thank you 💜

Authors Note: yess ofc anon!! I genuinely love writing for Ponyboy because he’s one of my favorite characters. Not just cause he’s the main one, but because i can relate to him on a certain level to the point where we’re almost alike. These nonchalant pics of Brody as Ponyboy get me through the day i swearrrr 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Jealousy, Jealousy

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

Reader referred to as “y/n/n”

You, Ponyboy and Johnny were all friends. A trio of you will. You always made sure everyone got along, and that nobody felt left out. Because for you, they were all that you had. Besides the rest of the gang of course. Your parents never wanted you around, which was harsh, but true. You were like Johnny, the gangs pet. Nobody could get along without you. The gang took care of you, especially Ponyboy.

Whenever you were sad, or sick, he’d bring you to his house and read to you. You got sick a lot, because you were always outside and your body never adjusted to the weather changes. Darry would take care of you aswell, making you soup and making sure you were nice and warm. Sodapop treated you well, always telling you stories of things that happened to him while at work.

It was Ponyboy, who really took care of you. If it wasn’t physically, it was emotionally. He’d let you rant, and would be your shoulder to cry on. He was always there for you. Soon enough, tension started rising between the two of you. It might’ve been because you were always hanging out, or because he was so caring even though he had his own problems, but you fell for the Curtis boy. And you fell hard.

It didn’t take long for Johnny to notice.

“Hey y/n/n, what’s with you and pony?”

“What do you mean johnnycakes?”

“You know exactly what I mean, what’s with the tension?”

“I- it’s nothing Johnny. Don’t worry”

“But it is somethin’, y/n/n. If you like him-“

“I don’t like him!” You interrupted, shaking your head. He looked at you, clearly not convinced.

“Now we both know that’s not true. If you like him, which i know you do, you should tell him! It won’t change the way the group is, I swear.”

“Johnny, everything would change. He doesn’t like me like that! And even if i do tell him, what would he do? He’d probably leave us and wouldn’t talk to us, I can’t risk that Johnny. For you and for me. He meets a lot to us, and we can’t afford to loose him, okay?”

Johnny wanted to argue, he really did. But he knew what you were saying was true. You couldn’t risk it, even though he knew Ponyboy wouldn’t leave you two because all three of you were so close, still, anything could happen.

Johnny gently grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance and in warning as Ponyboy walked over to you two.

“Hi pony” You said, a tired smile on your face as he came and sat beside you, leaning against the tree that was in the lot. Johnny also leaned against the tree, which left no room for you.

You moved over and laid your upper half on Ponyboy, resting your head on his chest as his arm came to rest around your waist. It was late, and he ought to be getting home soon, but you both always waited til the last minute. Chatting away as Johnny fell asleep beside you.

You both looked up through the little clearing in the tree leaves, looking at the stars.

“You should get home, wouldn’t want Darry to get mad at you.” You said, holding yourself up with your arms in order to look down at him.

“Darry can wait.” He said simply, smiling up softly at you as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. One to which you reciprocated. As you can see, both of your feelings were clearly unspoken. But you both knew what you wanted.

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It was the next day at school, you were a freshman and Ponyboy was a sophomore since he skipped a grade. It was lunch time, and you and Johnny were looking for Ponyboy so you three could sit at one of the trees outside of the school. You two came up to his locker and saw Ponyboy..talking to a Soc?

“Why the hell is he talking to her?” You asked, jealousy slowly beginning to course your veins.

“I don’t know..why? Ya jealous or somethin?” Johnny asked, his eyes slightly afraid but his smile smug.

“I-shut up Johnny” You said, leaving him at a close distance and walking over to Ponyboy and the Soc.

“Hey pony, ready to go eat?” You asked, extending your hand for him to take. He was about to reply, but that stupid Soc girl beat him to it.

“Oh actually, he’s gonna sit with me..sorry” and just like that, she pulled him away and into the cafeteria. Johnny walked over to while watching them, disbelief on both of your faces.

“What the fuck” You mumbled, just loud enough for Johnny to hear.

“Is he goin’ Soc now? Johnny asked, his tone a little sad as he interlocked hands with you, a sign of hope.

“I hope not” You replied, walking off with Johnny to the tree the three of you ate at. The only difference was that it was only two today.

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Later on in the day after school, Johnny went off with Dally since they were gonna go do something, which left you alone. You were walking down the sidewalk alone when you heard hurried footsteps approach you. You could tell it was Ponyboy.

“y/n/n!” He called out, thinking you’d look back. But you didn’t, you kept walking because Johnny was right, you were jealous. And you hated feeling jealous. It made you feel selfish and insecure. He grabbed your arm, tugging it gently so you’d turn around to face him.

“Pony I-“

“No, im sorry-im so sorry. She just came up to me and started talking me ear off- I don’t even remember her name or anythin’-you know how Soc girls are!” Ponyboy said in a panic, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of forgiving him so easily.

“No I don’t Ponyboy, how was she? Was she sweet and kind, was she everything you ever wanted?” You asked bitterly, causing his smile of hope to drop instantly.

“Y/n/n, don’t say that. I only want you! I know we haven’t talked about it, but, now is the time to. I want you y/n/n, more than you can ever know. You understand me, more than Darry and Soda and Johnny. I like you, a lot. And I don’t wanna let you go.” By the time he was done with speech, you were near tears.

“M-m’sorry pony…” you mumbled, trying to not break down. He hugged you tight, rubbing your back softly as he spoke.

“You don’t have to apologize, you were jealous-and you had the right to be. We’ve kissed more times than I can count. But I don’t want you to feel that way, ever again..okay?” Ponyboy asked, a concerned smile on his face.

“Okay..” you mumbled in reply, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. It felt nice, your feelings were finally spoken. The tension was no longer there, only pure bliss.

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Authors Note: HEY GUYSSSS. I actually had so much fun writing this request. I try not to use Y/N a lot because it grosses me out for no reason. It just gives me like pick me vibes idk. ANYWAYS!! Hope you enjoyed!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

no joke this is live footage of Darry n the boys

I just know Darry is the type of guardian that when the boys start acting up in public he gets a death grip on their arm but does not change his demeanor at ALL

[beautouslysandy]

Letters

Sodapop Curtis x GN!Reader

Warnings: Sodapop + Fluff= Death By Cuteness

Word Count: 645

(trying a new format, what do y'all think? also a big part of this post is through “letters”)

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-Your a bubbly person no wonder you and Sodapop clicked. You were so happy to have someone that had similar personality traits to you. You guys met in freshman year and have been friends since well until you moved to Florida. -You moved about a month ago and decided to send a letter to Sodapop.

-You had feelings for Sodapop but didn’t state such in the letter. Soda has feelings for you but never said anything and now it’s too late, what will happen?

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With The Curtis’ Brothers

“Soda!” Darry called from the kitchen. “Yeah?” Soda replied with his eyes locked in on the cartoon playing on the tv.

Darry walked over and handed Sodapop a letter, he recognized the handwriting instantly. He smiled softly. He opened the letter and it read,

‘Dear Soda,

I am officially a resident in Florida. It’s so humid here! I want to be back home, this is the worst. I am trying to look at the bright side….the trees are nice?’

Sodapop paused reading the letter and chuckled a bit with a sad smile. He was missing you as much as you were missing him.

‘I have met our right side neighbor, it’s a couple and their son who is our age. Total ass. Didn’t even acknowledge me until he saw my figure, gross! I wish I could say I am excited to start fresh but I would rather be with you and Steve at the Nightly Double watching some crappy movie and stuffing our faces with popcorn. And laughing till our lungs hurt.’

Sodapop scoffed at what you wrote about your neighbor, slightly wishing he could beat him up, but smiled at a memory of you, him, and Steve at the Nightly Double the night before you left. He pouted, he misses your smile.

‘But I am stuck here in mucky humid Florida but, I am coming back for the summer to see my aunt! The whole summer! It’s not as long as all-year around but you and Steve will survive, just don’t do anything I wouldn’t…I mean it. Also make sure Steve isn’t eating more than a slice of cake for breakfast, when I get him a slice at times I make it smaller than usual. Don’t tell him that! I wish I was there, Y/n L/n’

Sodapop smiled and began looking forward to the summer even more than usual. He wanted to write you back as you put your address for the return address. The next day he wrote back and put it in the mail box. All he had to do is wait. Which he wasn’t very good at.

______________________________________________ With you at your new house

You got the mail from the mailbox and received a letter with your name on it, it was probably illegible to some but you knew exactly who the letter was from. As you entered your new house you were smiling from ear to ear. You opened the envelope as soon as you got to your bedroom, in barely legible handwriting it said

‘Dear Y/n,

I wish you were here too. We miss you, especially Steve and I. It's not the same without your cheesy jokes and bright smile. Steve misses you coming and stopping by at the DX. I miss going to the Nightly Double with you as well. Steve will always whine that you're not with us. Once I told him you're coming back for the summer he got back to his old self. The chocolate cake problem will be dealt with, don't worry. Your aunt talked to me yesterday, she seems really excited that you're coming to stay with her this summer. But I bet I am more excited. Also, nobody gets my humor so you better not cancel, don't know how much longer I can take it. You're the only one who understands my dad jokes. I am not joking. I am counting down till summer also your neighbor's son does sound like an ass, want me to come over? I think Ponyboy and Darry miss you too. They seemed a little sad after your left for a few days. You have a toll on us, we won't survive. Better hurry!

Miss you most and wish you were here,

Sodapop Curtis’

You had butterflies in your stomach, you shook your head with a laugh, Sodapops letters almost sound as energetic as he does in person. You immediately put pen to paper. And put your letter in the mailbox.

This continued for months, leading right up to when your school for out. A week after you hopped on a plane to go to Tusla. You were beaming with joy, practically bouncing on your sit.

Your aunt picked you up at the airport and drove back to town, you guys had a great conversation. Your aunt was so happy you were back home. You were so happy you were back home.

Your aunt conveniently lives 2 blocks down from the Curtis’. After you, were all settled in, you practically ran to their house and knocked on their door. Soda pop opened it and his face turned to shock and happiness. He gave you a big hug.

“Your back!” He gleamed as he stepped aside to let you into the house.

“Yeah, so happy to be home!” You said back with a smile.

As soon as Sodapop saw that cheery and sunny smile of yours he knew all was right in the world.

You guys made eye contact, in your minds at that moment you guys knew exactly what the other felt. Y'all knew this was gonna be the best summer yet.

[winstonsns]

the gang when they’re jealous (request)

authors note: i’m sorry i accidentally posted it a little bit ago! i wasn’t done but now i am :3 i couldn’t find the image of the request but yeah it was requested 💗

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

word count: 2.1k

warnings: blood, cussing, fighting, jealousy, insecurity, harassment

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you were at school, dissecting a squid in your science class

you and ponyboy were partners, and knew exactly what to do with the squid, even without instructions

then one of your classmates came up to you, asking “hey, y/n right? you uh, seem pretty smart. you already took apart the squid without any instructions, huh?”

ponyboy looked towards him, already seeing your attention was on your classmate

“oh, uh, yeah! it was mostly ponyboy though, he’s really smart!” so you smiled at your boyfriend, and gave him a kiss on the cheek

but your classmate kept persisting and giving you compliments, even flirting with you at times

ponyboy finally sighed and suggested, “hey, how about you go back to your desk.. seems like your partner needs help.” looking around, the classmate saw all the others dissecting their squids, while his was still put together

normally, when he’s jealous, he’ll try to make a distraction so he can pull you away or get someone else to leave

when you’re talking to someone important, ponyboy will stay close but won’t barge into the conversation

JOHNNY CADE

once, the two of you were at the drive in, planning to watch a cute romantic movie together

a guy tried to flirt with you, telling you that you look beautiful and you’re outfit is tight and looks real nice on you

you thanked him but told him to stop, many times, even though johnny was on the other side of you

eventually, when the man wouldn’t stop harassing you, johnny told him “hey, why don’t you just stop talkin’ to her? she told you to go away, man..” and shook his head in disappointment

he didn’t like him talking to you, and hated him more when he knew you felt uncomfortable

the man asked him, “who the hell do you think you are, hood? no reason why she’d wanna date someone like you—“

before he could continue, johnny tapped you, motioning to get up

the two of you walked to the car, and you said “thanks, honey.. too bad we didn’t really get to enjoy the movie though..” and he suggested the two of you would stay but at a distance from the man

johnny stayed close to you in a protective way, always checking your surroundings to make sure you were safe

but when you talk to someone important, or you’re catching up on life, he won’t do anything

he loved you, and even if he was jealous, he had to respect what you wanted

so if you wanted to talk to someone, he’d let you talk to them, sometimes because he’d know you were looking forward to it

he just doesn’t want either of you to get hurt, so he’ll try to always be nice, even when confronting someone

SODAPOP CURTIS

you were on your break at work, at a restaurant

your boyfriend, soda, came to visit you so the two of you sat down at a booth and ate a meal for free

then a guy stupidly came up to you and asked you for your number, saying you were very attractive

you looked at him, confused, side eyeing soda in a ‘who does this guy think he is’ way

you said, “um, no.. sorry. i have a boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell.” but the man wouldn’t stop talking to you

he sat down next to you, starting to eat some of your fries, making you lose your appetite

you kept moving away, and he put his arm around your shoulder, eyeing you up and down

it got to soda, he didn’t like how he was talking to you, “okay, we’re done here.” and he looked at your boyfriend

“leave.” he said, and the guy didn’t listen

“you better fucking leave.” deepening his voice and glaring at the man, putting a sense of fear into him, and even into you

he put his arm back to his side and got up from the booth, eyeing both you and soda, not saying a word but walking away

“you okay, baby?” he asked, and you sweetly answered with a “yes, thank you soda.. i love you.”

he said “i love you too.” and flashed you a genuine, beautiful and handsome smile

he was glad the man listened to him, because if he didn’t, he would’ve beaten the man up, but didn’t want a lecture from his older brother darry

your boyfriend really didn’t want to worry about you, but he couldn’t help it

he loved you too much to not worry, and he knew you understood all his feelings, not a lot of people did

he appreciated that about you, and ever since you understood, he never wanted to lose you

you were the only person he felt like he really loved

DARRY CURTIS

the two of you were at a restaurant, on a date when the waiter tried to hit on you

darry isn’t uncomfortable with telling you or someone else when he doesn’t like what someone’s doing, so he tells you and the man that he wants him to stop

so he tells the waiter, “hey uh, this is my girlfriend and i’d appreciate it if you’d stop… flirting with her.”

he listens since darry has big ass muscles, and he doesn’t want to get beat up

normally, he’ll politely ask the person who’s flirting with you if they could stop

if you’re talking with someone, simply catching up or talking about something important then he’ll leave you alone

he knows you can get frustrated if you can’t finish a conversation that’s important, so he lets you do your thing

unless you want him to help you get out of the conversation

he doesn’t want you to get emotionally hurt or feel bad if you’re talking to someone, so he always tries to talk to others politely, no matter if they’re being rude or not

if a guy is harassing you though, he would first tell the man to stop, if he doesn’t then he might get into a fight with him

just enough to get him to stop being creepy with you, but not enough to get him into legal trouble

DALLAS WINSTON

he’s normally not comfortable showing pda but will make an exception if some guy is flirting with you

but the two of you were in a bar and a random guy came up to you and was making suggestive gestures to you

he kept flirting with you and trying to get close to you, but you kept moving away

you were clearly uncomfortable with the way he was acting, but didn’t know what to do, you were afraid he’d hurt you if you rejected his advances

dally glanced over to you and saw the creepy guy was talking to you, and how you were uncomfortable and kept looking at his direction

he was jealous another man was talking to you, but was worried about if you’d be safe or not

so he walked over to you, already glaring at the man who was harassing you

he wrapped his arms around your waist and started slowly kissing your neck, mumbling “hey doll, who’s this..?” and looked at you in a loving manner

dally then looked at the man, and glared hard at him

the man saw the shine in dallys pocket, knowing it was a switchblade

but he could care less, and kept flirting with you

dally lost it when the man said “how about we go to my apartment baby, bet you’d like it if i-“

your boyfriend let go of you and grabbed his hair, bashing his head into the counter, breaking his nose in the process, punching him repeatedly, blood dripping down his face

“you ever talk to my fucking girl again and i’ll break both your fucking arms too.” he whispered into his ear

he then threw the man to the side, onto the ground and wrapped his arm around your shoulders

“thanks dal,” you mumbled “that was a lot though… i think you broke his nose..” you looked back and people were staring at you two

he knew he wouldn’t get in trouble, and led you upstairs to his room, wanting you two to go to sleep

if dally is jealous but the person he’s jealous of isn’t harassing you, just talking, then he’ll most likely walk up to you and the person you’re talking to, then will stand behind you protectively and say to you “hey sweetheart, uh, i need to talk to you for a second.”

so he’ll pull you away from the person and the two of you will talk about something random, because he didn’t need you to talk to you, he just wanted you away from the other person

however, if it seems like you’re talking about something very important or a close friend you haven’t talked to in a while, he won’t bother you

he really tries not to show the fact that he’s jealous but it’s really obvious

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

the two of you were at the drive in, going together to watch a new movie

you liked horror movies, meanwhile two-bit liked comedy movies, and was obviously into comedy himself

after the two of you sat down, a man came up to you and started talking to you

you didn’t say much since you were trying to watch the movie, but he wouldn’t stop talking and your boyfriend started to get a little jealous

eventually, two-bit talked to the guy and said, “hey, man i think my girl wants to watch the movie. you can maybe talk after but please… just some quietness ‘til after the movies done?”

the man stared at your boyfriend for a bit, gave a quiet “okay” and nodded, walking away from the two of you

“thanks, keith” you mumbled, and he nodded, putting the popcorn in between your laps

both of you continued paying attention to the movie, and your boyfriend forgot about the whole encounter with the man

but if he sees you laughing because of another guy, he’ll probably get more jealous than how he would if a man was just naturally talking with you

like, he loves to make you laugh and gets a little sad when another guy makes you laugh, especially if you laugh harder than when you do with him

he’ll try to outdo the guy by telling you jokes too

STEVE RANDLE

the two of you were at the store, planning to buy groceries

then you ran into a friend from middle school, who just so happened to have a crush on you all those years ago

“y/n, gosh is that you?” the man said, and you replied with, “oh, sorry… i don’t remember you, remind me who you are?”

he responded with his name and you remembered him, how the two of you got along and were friends up until he started treating you like crap, all because of the fact he liked you

you told steve you had to talk to an old friend, so you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked towards your old friend

the two of you just wanted to talk, and he didn’t like you anymore, so you wanted to catch up with him

the way he kept laughing at your jokes made steve a tad bit jealous, but he knew he had to trust you

but he couldn’t help but get warm, not in the good way, in a jealous way

so he walked over to you and said, “who you talkin’ to?” and you looked at him and responded with, “oh, this is my friend from middle school! we went to different high schools, so we lost contact.”

your old friend smiled at him and introduced himself and said, “oh, cool. is this your boyfriend?” and steve replied with “yeah, been together for nearly a year.”

so when you and your boyfriend left the store, the two of you got into your car and drove to steve’s house to drop off the groceries

he would get insecure at times, thinking you’d leave him when you found someone better

he’d disguise it as jealousy, but wouldn’t confront you about talking to other people if he was jealous

the most he’d do is talk to soda about it, but he wouldn’t burst out at you or get mad at you for talking to other people

authors note: sorry for taking a while! i have 4 other requests in my inbox so im working on those too. sorry for making you wait!

[thewritersofdeceased]

PONYBOY CURTIS

(MENTIONS EVERY1 ELSE)

PRONOUNS: THEY / THEM

FANDOM: THE OUTSIDERS

BEFORE JOHNNY AND PONY RUN AWAY

TULAS, OKLAHOMA. THE LOT

The cold city of Oklahoma wasn’t very nice. Sure, the snow was gorgeous when winter came around, but naturally it was cold until the warm seasons came about. Sitting in a lot with two boys was someone by the name of Y/N. The two beside them was Ponyboy Curtis, and Johnny Cade. Their two best friends. Johnny naturally came to the lot whenever his parents were arguing, and Pony joined him.

Though they’d invited Y/N to come along this time. The more the merrier, the quote goes. Johnny was quiet, staring into the makeshift fire he had made to keep warmth between the three. Pony had a cigarette between his lips, and Y/N sat with their elbows on their knees. The sound of snow crunching behind had caught the attention of the three kids. A boy, who seemed to have the attire of a greaser was seen just by the dim lighting of the fire in front of the kids.

“What’re you idiots doing out here? You’re gonna get hypothermia before anything.” The voice was from one of the older Greasers, Dallas Winston. Johnny’s older brother figure, if you’d say. Y/N shrugged in response to the seventeen year olds question. “We’re just hangin’ out Dallas. Ain’ nothin’ wrong with that, is there?” They questioned the older boy, raising a brow in return.

The older boy was constantly ending up in trouble with the fuzz, and ending up in the cooler. Dallas Winston had a reputation, that’s for sure. A huff escaped the older boy before he stood in front of the three kids. “Well, c’mon. I ain’ gonna be the reason Darry yells at me. He’d yell at me for lettin’ you three idiots stay out here and freeze to death.”

That was true. Darry was like the dad of the whole greaser group. It was quite interesting sometimes. Though Darry didn’t mind it. Standing tiredly to their feet, Y/N stretched their arms behind their head, hearing the satisfying sounds of bones popping and cracking. They looked between Johnny and Pony, who were both quiet for a while.

“None of us brought water.” Johnny then had realized, but it only earned an eye roll from Dally. “It’ll go out eventually. And if anything, one of Tim’s boys’ll come by and stop it. He explained, beginning to lead the way to Buck Merrill’s truck, that he constantly would use. Someone could sit in the front with Dally, and the two others in the back.

Whilst walking, Johnny had begun to walk up front with Dally. Whilst Y/N walked more in the back with Pony. The brown haired boy went to speak, but had grown quiet for a second or two. “Hey Y/N? Could I tell you something real quick?” Pony’s hushed and slightly quick tone made Y/N raise a brow and let a soft “hmm?” escape their lips.

The two walked side by side,a cold chill in the air. “You know how you tell me somebody puts a note in your locker almost everyday?” Pony questioned, running a hand through his hair and fixing his jacket. Y/N nodded in response. “Yeah. I do. I keep wonderin’ who it is. Wouldn’t be a soc, that’s for sure.” Just the thought of a soc putting a note in their locker had made a soft laugh escape them.

Now that’s a funny joke. Pony, on the other hand, frowned ever so slightly. “You ever think it’s somebody close to you?” He then asked, looking at the other before tilting his head slightly. “Someone close to me?” Y/N repeated before Pony stopped them from walking. He fidgeted with his hands, avoiding eye contact before taking a breath in. With a shaky voice, he began to speak.

“Y/N… I… I’ve been the one putting the notes in your locker.” He almost whispered, his voice shaking with each word he said. He fidgeted with the bandaids and bandages he had on his hands, not knowing exactly what to say until he spoke again. “I know they’re stupid but… it’s the only way I can really tell you about my feelings towards you..” He was scared to look up. He shifted from foot to foot, his eyes holding fear in them.

There was a couple seconds of silence that passed between the two. Before gently taking ahold of Pony’s face, Y/N placed a soft and short kiss on Pony’s lips. She could feel his face turning a warming temperature, but hadn’t said a word of it. They only smiled before taking a step back. “It isn’t just you, Pony. I assumed it was you writing the notes.” They joked softly, ruffling Pony’s hair after.

“Wait-… the kiss…? Does that mean?” Pony was stuttering slightly before Y/N nodded. “Yeah, Pony. It means I like you too.” They spoke happily, before feeling Pony give them a longer kiss, with such passionate intent.

[miryum]

Your kind- of- pathetic arm wrestling (Ponyboy x Reader)

Hi guys! Sorry I’ve been so inactive and that this is so short. School’s started up again (unfortunately) so I may be posting less. Though, I do have some ideas that are waiting to be turned into fics, so who knows

Ponyboy Curtis was not one to arm wrestle. His brother and Steve arm wrestled a lot, Two- Bit sometimes joining in, but Ponyboy didn’t see any reason to. 

However, when you, Y/n L/n, came over, Pony found himself challenging Soda. 

“Hey Y/n!” Pony called from the table, “You’re just in time to see me arm wrestle Soda.” 

“Arm wrestle?” You glanced at him, interrupting your conversation with Darry. “I’ve never seen you do that before. Are you sure…” Darry cleared his throat, shooting you a meaningful glance. You nodded and said, “Sure. That seems like fun.” 

You sat next to him, rubbing his shoulders in reassurance. Ponyboy flushed at your contact and set his arm up next to Soda’s. Soda sighed, rolled his eyes, and clasped his brother’s hand. 

Soda knew exactly what Pony was doing, seeing as Soda had used the same move on girls countless of times. He was contemplating letting Pony win, but decided against it. Y/n had already seen Pony at his lowest (tearing up when he found out someone ripped his favourite library book,) so this shouldn’t be too hard on her. 

“Go.” Steve commanded, the boys starting to slam the other’s hand down. 

Soda let Pony nudge the bait before taking pity and deciding to end his suffering. Pony’s hand banged against the table and he, along with the rest of the gang, groaned. 

“Sorry little bro,” Soda smirked, “guess I’m just better.” 

“Ah,” Y/n smiled and rubbed his back, “it’s okay. We love you anyway.” 

“You love me?” 

Y/n blushed and coughed, Pony then becoming aware of the rest of the gang. “We’ll continue this conversation later, Pony,” she said. 

“Really?” Pony’s eyes lit up and Two-Bit had to duck out of the room so they didn’t see him laughing. 

“Yeah.” Y/n smiled, “Even though you didn’t win your kind- of- pathetic arm wrestling, it would be cool if we could get a drink or go to the drive- in sometime.” 

“I would love that!” Pony quickly cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “I mean, that’d be cool. Sure. Whatever.” 

“Great.” Y/n couldn’t hide a smile. “It’s a date.”