#pony and soda standing side by side

[kyulyulo]

just thinkin. about soda not being a natural blonde, and his mother’s golden hair, and maybe soda loving it so much he dyed his hair to match. his mother and father passing away, and he keeps dying it, just like pony does after johnny leaves them. they’re both in the bathroom, sharing a bowl of bleach as they try to desperately hold onto the little things they have left of their loved ones, even if their presence has been stolen away by the world

[damthosefandoms]

sodapop curtis you will never escape the demigod allegations. pony saying he looks like a greek god. adhd. dyslexia. the works.

[dairyfairyy]

dally was about to throw a punch

One time Darry gave Ponyboy a black eye.

It was a complete accident. Darry was in the kitchen doing dishes and Ponyboy snuck up behind him as he finished putting a plate away, and (mostly due to their height difference) just absolutely elbowed him right in the face.

It got really dark and swollen, so the gang obviously noticed, and when they asked what happened, Ponyboy was like "Oh, Darry did it, 😔" and gave no further context, so Darry had to quickly explain to them that it was an accident and he did not in fact left hook his little brother in the face.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Five digital drawings comparing the original crew of the Tulpar from Mouthwashing with their Anti-Tulpar versions. Each have lists of traits next to them.

First image is Curly. Regular curly is standing plainly and smiling off to the side. Anti-Curly is facing the viewer directly in a wide stance. He is wearing gloves, boots and spurs, and a hat, as well as a gun holster, and he has a cartoonish smile and "pie eyes".

Text reads:

Curly: laid back leader, prioritizes morale, friendly, non-violent, unsatisfied as captain.

Anti-Curly: follows policy closely, rules with an iron fist (+ spurs), hostile, cartoonishly violent (oops), being a captain is All He Has.

Second is Jimmy. Regular Jimmy is facing the viewer with a bored expression. Anti-Jimmy is smiling, slightly hunched in and waving with one foot raised. He's wearing soda jewelry, his clothes have green and pink patches, his hair is dyed and in a ponytail, and he has slash scars across his face and is missing his middle finger.

Text reads:

Jimmy: Plain, not very expressive, deeply insecure, quiet, silver-tongued, short-sighted, doesn't consider consequences.

Anti-Jimmy: Expressive + accessorizes, secure in his identity, Loud, struggles in conversation, overthinker + hates to cause harm.

Third is Anya. Regular Anya smiles softly with one hand over her chest. Anti-Anya glares at the viewer, slouching with one hand on her hip. She has glasses, a ponytail, a black turtleneck, and is wearing crocs.

Text reads:

Anya: Tries to see the best in people, Fawn response, Stubborn and hardworking, Cares about health and safety, kind.

Anti-Anya: cynical, fight response, gives up easily, careless, cruel.

Fourth is Daisuke. Regular Daisuke has one hand in his pocket, the other waving as he smiles. Anti-Daisuke is partially hunched with his hands clasped anxiously. His hair is plain and he's wearing a burgundy cardigan and white vans.

Text reads:

Daisuke: Outgoing, Directionless, Helpful, Yapper, People Pleaser.

Anti-Daisuke: Reserved, Driven, Doesn't like being asked to help, hates small talk, spiteful.

Last is Swansea. Regular Swansea is frowning to the side with his hands on his hips. Anti-Swansea smiles with a hand behind his head. He's wearing suspenders, work boots, has leather patches on his knees, and rosy cheeks.

Text reads:

Swansea: Just keeps saying shit, teaches through his experience, rough around the edges, knows he's not a good person, gets groovy when drunk.

Anti-Swansea: man of few words, "fuck around and find out" teaching style, sweet exterior, thinks he's a good person, gets wallowy when drunk.

end ID]

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THE ANTI-TULPAR CREW ARRIVES!! hopefully they were worth the wait uwu

idk exactly how most other anti-aus work, but to gather my general thoughts together, basically i'm flipping several Core Traits (the lists in the pics are by no means comprehensive, just enough to get a vibe) to flip their personalities. this ends up flipping their dynamics quite a bit as well, ofc. anti-curly is a very.... Dramatic antagonist. the setting, however, stays the same. i'm not flipping pony express or anything like that, it wouldn't be as interesting to me to change Everything. i mostly made this au to play around with character designs and swapped dynamics and stuff and to see how things would go if the people were different while their circumstances aren't.

also. it turns out when you take a generally shitty person and make someone who is the Opposite of those things, you get someone generally pretty pleasant.

So Expect More Anti-Jimmy AJSHDADJHKASJHKD

[lqveharrington]

Mom & Dad | D.C.

summary: you and darry have been together for as long as soda and pony remember that to them—and the gang—you’ve been married the entire time. in fact, they all see you and darry as the parents.

pairing: darrel “darry” curtis x fem!reader

includes: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, dally is a menace, two-bit is obsessed with mickey mouse (obvi), the usual in an outsiders fanfic

a/n: i love darry curtis, he’s my favorite 🫠

You woke up to the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, tired eyes squinting at the sudden brightness evading your vision. The bedroom was completely still—except for the slow spins of the fan above—and yet you knew the second you stepped out, chaos would fill the house.

Darry stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist and head tucking into your neck. “You awake?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly at his morning voice. “Mhm, though it seems like you’re barely awake.”

He simply hummed in response and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing tired kisses to your neck and jaw. You scratch his scalp and let the calm from the morning wash over the both of you before you had to get up and run the household like you were running a tight ship.

“You ready to get up yet?” You ask softly, pausing your movements when you don’t get a response. “Darry?”

“Yeah,” He groaned and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m up.”

You giggle and wipe away the tiredness from his eyes, earning a quick kiss to the lips before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched properly. You follow suit and sit beside him, tilting your head to meet his blue-green eyes.

“You tired already, old man?”

Darry playfully glared at you, “You’re the one who wanted to stay up all night.”

“And you agreed.” You point out and move to stand, laughing when he pulled you to stand in between his legs, his chin resting on your abdomen. You rest a manicured hand on his jaw, thumb gently rubbing his incoming stubble. “We’re only twenty, Dar. We’re still young.”

“I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss on your palm. “You remind me every day.”

You smile softly and watch him as he stands, resting a warm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead before pulling out his work clothes for the day, making you spring right into action.

The routine you and Darry had started ever since you practically moved in with the Curtises. While he got ready for work in the morning, you made it your job to get the boys up and ready for their own day—occasionally the rest of the gang when they stayed over. Last night, Johnny stayed over.

You knocked on the boys’ bedroom door before opening it quietly, your heart tugging at the sight of Ponyboy wrapped in Sodapop’s arms. You sat on the end of their bed and gently shake Sodapop awake first, watching his face contort in discomfort.

“You gotta get up now, Pepsi-Cola. I don’t want you late for work again.” You say quietly as he finally sits up, exhaustion covering his face. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands and slowly making his way to the bathroom to shower, work clothes in hand.

You sigh and look back at Ponyboy who was still under the covers. “Hey, Pony. It’s time to get up for school.”

“Five more minutes, mom.” He groaned and tugged the blanket over his head, not realizing what he had said.

For a second, you sat frozen at his words. There were several instances where the boys would call you mom, but they were all fairly conscious and said it as a joke. But as Ponyboy subconsciously called you his mom, your heart only ached at the thought. And you could never replace Mrs. Curtis—everyone knew that.

“Ponyboy, you need to get up.” You pulled the covers away from him, looking down at his tired figure with soft eyes. “Please? You can’t miss another day of school or Darry’s gonna have to come down to the principal’s again.”

After contemplating—although you knew Ponyboy just wanted to lay in bed longer—he begrudgingly got up and shooed you out of the bedroom, muttering a quick acknowledgment in your direction.

You sighed before entering the living room, a sad smile tugging at your lips when you spotted Johnny curled up on the couch. His limbs were hanging off the edge and the blanket barely covered his body, but you knew he would rather sleep here than at the lot or worse, his own home.

“Hey, Johnnycakes.” You kneel beside him and put a hand on his arm, careful to not scare him from the sudden action. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” He mumbled and gave you a sheepish smile before sitting up, straightening his jacket to have something to fiddle with. “Sorry for intrudin’.”

You stand and fold the blanket, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re always welcome, Johnny. Hell, I’d have you move in with us if it weren’t for your folks.”

Johnny burned red and nodded, mumbling an excuse about needing to use the restroom. You opened your mouth to tell him Sodapop was occupying the space, but the sudden stomps of boots that came running inside the house interrupted you, the screen door rattling behind them.

“Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle!” You call from the living room as they ran into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake from the icebox, ignoring Darry’s disappointed look. “What did I say about slamming the door?”

“Sorry, ma!” They hollered in unison, sitting their asses right in front of the television that was tuned into Mickey Mouse for Two-Bit’s sanity.

You rolled your eyes and entered the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as Darry prepared breakfast for the household. You watched him with a smile, eyeing him up and down before meeting his gaze, his eyebrow raised in your direction.

“What? You can’t blame a woman for staring at her boyfriend who looks effortlessly handsome cooking.” You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. “Besides, you chose not to wear a shirt in the morning, Superman.”

“Maybe because I’m comfortable like this.” Darry swapped the finished eggs for bacon, pulling out the grape jelly for Sodapop and hard boiled eggs for Ponyboy. “Or maybe because your reactions are totally worth it.”

“Aw, you love me.” You put a hand on your heart dramatically and smile wider when he pulled you close by the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Hey—“

“I do love you, don’t question it.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your lips, smirking when you gasped at the sudden action.

Darry knew you knew that he hated public displays of affection. So when he initiated it in his own house filled with the boys who you both knew would make fun of the display, you were thoroughly shocked.

“Darrel, man, do you have an ice pack—? Jesus Christ, keep that in the bedroom.” Dally scrubbed his face at the sight of the two you of you and turned away, boots heavy against the floor as he headed back into the living room where he last was.

You pulled away from the kiss, giggling at Darry’s suddenly bright red face. “You know, for a manly guy, you get red real fast, Curtis.”

“Shut up.” He snapped your waistband against your hip and spun you around, nudging you out of the kitchen playfully. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” You huff in amusement and tilt your head back at him, blowing a kiss before changing your gaze toward the boys sitting in the living room, each boy doing their own thing.

Sodapop was lazily laying on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist, Ponyboy was most likely telling Johnny about his latest book read, Dallas was smoking a cigarette and blowing it in Steve’s face, and Two-Bit—well—he still sat directly in front of the television with the plate of cake in front of him, using his hands to dig into the sweet without care.

You sighed at the sight and grabbed your purse, taking money from your wallet and handing five dollar bills to Johnny and Ponyboy.

“For lunch. If you don’t eat, I will find you and make you eat extra for dinner, yes?” You put your hands on your hips and tap your finger, watching them with a careful eye as they nodded vigorously and tucked the money into their pockets.

Sodapop lolled his head to the side and met your eyes, making you raise your brows at his appearance. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?”

“Thought I could wait until after breakfast.” He mused, running his fingers through his wet hair before shaking his head like a wet dog, earning an annoyed groan from Dallas. “That alright, mom?”

You exhale slowly and rub your temples, choosing to ignore what he called you. “As long as you’re ready before it’s time for you to leave, it’s alright.” You opened your eyes again and stared at the boys as they returned to do their own thing, wishing they would cooperate a little better than they did.

Just as you caught Dallas stubbing his cigarette into the wooden side table instead of the ashtray you specifically bought for him, Darry walked into the living room and put a hand on your back, stabilizing your overworked mind without knowing it. You looked up to your right and gave him a soft smile, earning one back before he spoke to the boys.

“Breakfast is ready.” Darry announced and watched his brothers and the rest of the gang stumble over their own feet to get a piece of real food before anyone else ate it—almost like a stampede of animals in Africa.

“You better be washing your hands first!” You call out to them when you heard plates clash into each other, pursing your lips to hide a grin when their groans and complaints rang through the house.

You waited until you heard rushing water to look up at Darry properly, his hand still warm against your back.

He tilted his head down and smiled, “You ought to be their real mother with the way you scold them.”

“Six boys under one roof? Hmph, sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat under your fingertips. “Besides, if I’m gonna be a mother, I’d rather it not be with those group of boys—“

“Steve, that’s not your egg!”

“Well, Dally took my egg!”

“Can y’all shut up?”

“No!”

You and Darry look back at one another, your laughter and his chuckles ringing through the air. You both knew you would rather take care of these boys rather than send them back to their terrible homes—it was part of the Curtis’ open door policy. Besides, you cared for each boy in their own way, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop as your main priority.

“You think they’ll let us have our own breakfast?” Darry moved his hand to your hip and slowly moved toward the kitchen, the arguing from the boys getting louder with each step.

You peer into the crowded kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of the once clean space. “I think they probably ate all the food already… Maybe.”

“Hey, it’s mom and dad!” Two-Bit pointed the two of you out, the food that was stuffed in his mouth flying out with every word.

The rest of the gang cheered in laughter—each boy expressing their own opinion on your relationship.

Dallas was beyond disgusted by the two of you, but still agreed that you were both like the parents of the gang; Two-Bit loved calling the two of you ‘mom and dad,’ finding joy in the simple things; Steve didn’t care too much, only adding to the joke whenever he felt like it; Johnny thought the two of you were a better set of parents then his were; and Ponyboy and Sodapop?

They loved your relationship the second the two of you made it official all those years ago, not minding too much that you and Darry were essentially their second set of parents. They wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world, even if you were both sometimes a little hard on them.

“Yeah yeah, mom and dad are here.” Darry pushed through the boys and stole his plate from the counter, emerging victorious with a cup of orange juice for you.

“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek before returning your eyes to the scene in front of you, resting your head on his shoulder. “We sure know how to make a house full, don’t we?”

“Well, according to them, we are mom and dad.” He splits half his breakfast sandwich with you. “I think it’s part of the job.”

You look over at Johnny, who seems to be eating more than he usually does whenever he’s over which makes your heart feel a little better at the sight. “I think I like this job, even if it wasn’t ours to begin with.”

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[ddejavvu]

Outsiders Rec:

Could you do a fic where Darry is super protective of one of Ponyboys friends. She's technically the youngest in the gang and mostly hangs around Dally but Darry has seen Dally completely forget about her at the drive in or in a rumble and is basically like "you lost privileges she's my responsibility now." Especially after he finds her standing by herself at a rumble with nobody looking out for her.

You're worried when you get snagged by the back of your shirt in the moonlight of a rumble, but when they spin you around you see the kind but stern face of Darrel Curtis, definitely on your side.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He shouts to be heard over the ruckus, "Dal' wouldn't want you here."

"He brought me!" You shout back, spying a soc coming up behind him, "Darry-!"

The swiftness by which Darry drops your shirt and whirls around the sock his opponent in the jaw makes your stomach drop, and his fist isn't even coming at your face. The man drops, and Darry turns his attention back towards you.

"Dal shouldn't want you here." Darry gripes, "God, 'boy's got no sense in him. Go wait in my car, kid."

"What?"

"My car." Darry points to his beat-up truck, "Go and sit inside until we're done."

"That's no fair! Ponyboy's 'same age as me and you let him fight!"

"Pony's been wrestling Soda since he was born - he can take a hit. I don't want you getting knocked unconscious 'cause Dal won't carry you home."

"I can handle myself." You clench your fists, as if to prove your point, but Darry's looking down at you from his unfair height advantage and you can tell he's unimpressed.

"Car. Now." Darry repeats, sounding as stern as you remember his father sounding. It's something so starkly different than Dallas's, 'whatever, if you want.' when you'd asked him to let you join the rumble. It's stiff and firm and something you're not used to, and maybe that's why you find yourself completely disarmed, helpless against his unwavering resolve.

"Okay." You hum, almost a whisper that you're not sure if he's heard over the noise. But you turn on your heel and slink towards the pickup truck, and he watches until you shut the door behind you.

You observe the rumble from the sidelines, and though it's much less fun than being in the thick of it, you're still entertained. You watch Sodapop take a hit to the gut that Steve repays with a kick below the belt, and Two-Bit mashes a sweater-clad boy into the dewy wet grass. Dallas takes on two men at once, either to prove his worth or to double his injuries, and your eyes drift to Darrel where one of the socs is trying to send him sprawling to the ground.

It's a comically weak effort against Darrel's heft, and when the soc tumbles into the grass over his shoulders, Darry's eyes flick upwards towards the truck. He locks gazes with you and his eyes soften from their icy stare to a more approving one his head bobbing once as he nods upon ascertaining your safety. He has to avert his attention when another challenger tries taking him on, but Dallas doesn't notice that you're missing, and Darry glances at you over the heads of the crowd.

You settle against the back of Darry's truck, grateful for once that you're nestled in the beat-up vehicle instead of Dallas's stiff leather seats.

[whaqat]

Outsiders headcanons!!

In general

- Darry will just sit on top of anyone in the gang who pisses him off. He can do it everyone really easily.

- (modern???) they all play the circle game with eachother (where you hold a 👌 under your waist and make them look) and it starts fights sometimes.

- Two-bit says “he’s right behind me.. isn’t he..” whenever literally anyone walks into a room.

- he’ll also just repeat whatever anyone said in a nerd voice and gets punched 5/10 times

- if Pony wakes up late, darry would say something about it like “WELL LOOK WHO CAME OUTTA THEIR CAVE” and receives the longest groan ever.

- Johnny picks stickers off of everything and puts it on everyone’s back (nobody knows it’s him. they have an investigation going.)

- *Pony points to a Halloween mask with fucked up teeth*

“Steve, I didn’t know you were famous ‘round here”

- if anyone comes up to dally with their problems (except for pony and Johnny) he’ll just make a really long sigh and say “and the world kept spinning… 😞”

- I like to think that pony doesn’t have a good sense of direction especially when he’s walking in a group so Soda has to like nudge him or turn him when they’re turning a corner.

- soda and pony also can’t stand/sit still so they rock if they aren’t walking. (Pony back and forth, soda side to side.)

[daydreamerswriting]

I love your stuff!! i was wondering if you could do some stuff with the gang x curtissister!reader who has selective mutism??:3

Like she occasionally will murmur "i love you"s and whatnot to them like on their birthday or when they're upset but other than that stays quiet? like maybe she gets bullied for it too?

if you could i would love for her to be 13 just a year younger than ponyboy but if not it's fine i don't really care!😋🫶

an: This is so cute! Sorry this took me so long to get to. I'm doing this as headcanons and a mini fic!

w: a little insensitivity? Mentions of mockery, not proof read

Dallas, Two-Bit, and Steve are all "Don't say anything if..."

Ponyboy is always sticking up for you and talking for you

Sodapop really appreciates your quietness. He loves to sit with you in silence or sit with you and vent after Ponyboy and Darry fight

If you use sign language, your brothers learn it to communicate with you- and eventually the rest of the guys start to pick up some signs or ask you to teach them some signs

Johnny really connects with you and, like Soda, enjoys your quiet, calming vibe

Darry hates to see anyone mocking you for not talking or for signing, parents will be called, teachers will be informed, and Darry will consider the morality of punching a 13 year old child

All the guys are worried about you, because not only are you in danger of being jumped for being a greaser, but they know you won't yell for help and won't stand up for yourself

They're worried for when you start highschool

Darry gets really mad if you walk somewhere alone

Pony walks with you most places

Dallas and Steve are the least understanding, but they accept it and will stand up for you if someone mocks you.

Darry, Soda, and Pony love to hear you laugh

Every "I love you" is way more meaningful and cherished by them

Darry wants to get you a consular or therapy to help, but you guys can't afford it

Dallas doesn't talk to you much because he knows you won't respond, but he still like being around you. He'll often communicate with gestures or facial expressions.

Sometimes Steve pretends you're communicating telepathically

"Everyone be quiet, y/n and I are talking in our brains." He'll say as he rubs his the sides of his temple

They've all gotten very good at reading your expressions

"Y/n, don't say anything if I can eat all the cake batter." Two-bit says while slowly reaching for the bowl. You glare at him then smack his hands away. He chuckles and steps back. You sigh then pick up the bowl and carefully pour the batter into a pan.

Ponyboy doesn't look up from his book when he says, "Leave her alone, Two-bit."

Two-bit ruffles Pony's hair before sitting down at the table. "Relax, kid, I'm just messing around. It's cool. Right, Y/n?"

You turn your head to look at him and roll your eyes. He chuckles. You close the oven and set a timer for 40 minutes. Soda and Steve walk into the kitchen in their DX uniforms. Soda smiles and waves and you smile back.

"I can't believe you worked on your birthday, Soda." Two-bit chuckles.

Soda shrugs, "I like my job. Plus, I got to spend the whole day with my best friend." He pats Steve on the shoulder. "Cake almost done, Y/n?"

"39 minutes." You sign as you sit down at the table.

-

When the cake is finally cooled down, you frost it. You carefully, and as evenly as possible, spread the frosting over the cake. Once done, you stick in all 17 candles. Ponyboy, who had been impatiently watching you asks, "Is it done?"

You nod.

"Guys the cake is done!" Pony yells excitedly as he hurries into the living room to let everyone know. All of the guys were at the house, and everyone hurriedly made their way to the dining room. You carefully set the chocolate cake down infront of Soda. Darry lights the candles as you sit down. It takes a decent amount of time to light 17 candles, but once they're all lit, the guys begin to sing.

"Happy birthday to you." You hum the song as everyone sings to Soda. Once the song is over, Soda blows out his candle.

"What'd you wish for?" Two-Bit asks.

"He cant tell you, then it won't come true." Steve rebukes.

Soda smiles mischievously. "I wished you wouldn't talk so damn much, Two!"

Two-bit falls into hysterics, and Darry warns, "Language."

You cut the cake. Soda, of course is handed the first piece.

"Thank you, y/n."

Two-bit and Steve fight over the second piece, but they calm down once a third is cut. Then Pony and Johnny get one.

You point at Dallas then at the cake, to ask if he wants a slice. He nods, so you give him one. Darry declines at first, but the protests from his brothers convince him to have a slice too. You finally cut a piece for yourself.

-

Later that night, after all the guys had gone home, and you'd gotten ready for bed, you join Soda in the living room. He's looking at a chain that Steve got him, and the flannels you and Ponyboy got him are folded beside him. He looks up at you as you walk in. You wave, and he smiles. You sit next to him on the couch. You two sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the chain moving around in his hands.

"Happy birthday, Soda." You mutter quietly, looking at his hands. You look at his eyes for the next part. "I love you."

Soda beams. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you in for a side hug. "Thank you. I love you too, and don't you forget it."

An: I hope you liked it!! It's almost summer! Yay!

[rhea-is-bored-again]

Hey girl. I think you've already done a few of these, but I love the stories where Ponyboy is dating reader and Darry gets all protective. Could you maybe do a story about like reader coming over for dinner, to study, or smth like that? I just love when all the other greasers won't stop teasing them about their puppy love, Soda is proud af and ships them, Dally's head immediately goes to the gutter and won't stop making dirty comments, Darry is fr actually crashing out about Pony growing up too fast and not following rules

i love this headcanon SOOO much!!! here you go!

(pls tell me someone gets the twisters reference)

aint no love in oklahoma

ponyboy took your hand as you two got settled on the dining table, getting your papers and folders set up and going straight to work, some soft song playing on the stereo as pony snuck you glances when you weren't looking.

darry ONLY allowed pony's girlfriend to come over if it was for studying.

so, darry was standing in the kitchen, keeping a very close eye on both of you, although you hadn't even spoken to each other since the first hello.

when you took a break, soda came striding in from work, and immediately spotted you at the table.

"hey little one. here to study?"

soda shot pony a smirk, to which ponyboy gave him a filthy side eye. you nodded at his older brother absentmindedly before giggling at pony's expression.

pony didn't really like his brothers making small talk with you. he thought you'd think they were handsome and leave him.

little did he know, only one curtis had your heart.

as the afternoon bled into evening, some of the gang members began to come in for dinner, just to bother darry

"ayy, look who's got his lady with him!" two bit jeered the moment he spotted you, making ponyboy groan and you chuckle.

"too good for a little punk like him." dallas mumbled as steve whooped and slapped ponyboy on the back.

"stayin' for dinner, itty bitty?" soda teased, and your boyfriend bristled again.

"yeah, is that fine?" you say shyly, as pony touched your hand under the table, clasping his fingers with yours.

darry sighed from the stove and nodded, mumbling something like "glory, that's seven kids."

you and pony talked quietly with each other, giggling at his goofy friends; two bit balancing his shoes on beer cans, soda and steve flexing in the hallways mirror, and dallas was making comments at you.

"damn pony, you don't do something with her i might steal her myself.” he murmured with a shit-eating grin whilst getting a beer out of the fridge, completely missing the foul look he got.

"aw, shut it." ponyboy muttered, and you squeezed his hand under the table.

as dinner plates were passed around, some sat around the living room to eat, leaving you and ponyboy alone in the kitchen.

he chuckled quietly as you leaned in for a quick kiss before starting to eat, and of course darry caught you.

"sit across the table." he ordered sternly, looking down at you with a disappointed look that you thought only your father could give.

you saw darry's eyes visibly soften as you moved away sheepishly, snickering.

(darry just doesn't like seeing his baby brother growing up. but he is proud that he's grown into a man.)

of course, the nosy boys in the living room heard and immediately began to make dirty jokes that made your ears burn and ponyboy groan.

soda just nodded in approval at ponyboy, a goofy grin on his face.

as chaos ensued yet again, you and and your boyfriend secretly bumped legs under the table, grinning at each other as you ate.

taglist: @agepl0yer

a/n: i hope we liked it, yall! sorry im not cranking out stories as fast as i used to 😔 summer is coming so it will get better!!!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hey, could I request the gang Jealous that their s/o is getting close to one of the other guy in the gang. And keep up the good work 🥰

Summary: The gang getting jealous that you're growing close to others.

Warnings: jealousy

Author's Note: None

PONYBOY looked up to you so much. He loved your ideas and wits and your gorgeous face. He knew you'd be hard to resist. So that's why he got so damn nervous when you stated hanging out around Johnny. He knows that although he and Johnny may seem like he has a lot in common with him, Johnny can be really different. He overthinks everything, wondering if Johnny standing out would make you like him more, or if you're actually spending time with Johnny to get away from Pony. He won't stand up or confront you for it though, he just watches from the sides, a big pout on his lips.

JOHNNY was so scared that Dallas was gonna steal you from him. Dallas was really Johnny's idol, so he thought you'd adore him the way Johnny adored him and leave him. It doesn't help that Dallas is a chronic asshole and will openly try to flirt with you. Sometimes he gets so scared you're going to leave him that he just dissassociates while staring at your face, trying to remember all the details in case you go. He's debating on whether or not to confront Dallas, and he settles on simply telling him to not try anything funny with you. Dallas laughed and said that he was proud of him for sticking up for himself.

SODAPOP is really scared of you falling for Ponyboy. He knows how important it is to have a smart guy with actual potential, especially with someone of your stature. He knows that a drop out who works with cars doesn't exactly fit that standard. He tries so hard to engage with you about school, asking if you need help with academics or anything even though he probably couldn't help you. Your refusal each time makes him feel so bad and seeing you go to Pony for help makes him feel even worse. He starts treating Pony roughly, getting curt and snippy until either you or Pony realize what's going on and explain that you two are just friends.

STEVE is really afraid of losing you to Soda. Soda's a notorious charmer, and he's conventionally attractive, which Steve thinks he isn't. He's still trying to love you normally and doesn't let it affect him but he sometimes thinks that you'd be so much happier with someone like Sodapop. He's actually trying to get closer because of this instead of distancing himself. He wants to see if you'll say something about Soda or him that makes it crystal clear who you really want. That comes in the form of you telling him that you wanted him to come on a special roadtrip with your family rather than telling Soda.

TWO BIT is scared to lose you to Steve. He's trusting of Steve and you but he knows things happen and that one day you might decide Steve is better for you. Two isn't exactly all masculinity, he has to have some softer spots to take care of his sister, but he wonders if you want someone like Steve and that's why you both are hanging out so much. He doesn't think he gets insanely jealous but it drives him nearly crazy thinking of possible situations that could lead to the demise of your relationship with Two. However, he realizes in the moment when you're unmatchably happy is when he's showing you his softer spots and he realizes that you truly love him.

DARRY's been suspicious of you and Two Bit's relationship for a long time. It started around 2 months ago and now you two are always hanging out, secretly giggling and whispering about him. He wouldn't say that it was akin to bullying but rather he felt like it should've been him. He trusts you a lot, and knows that these circumstances shouldn't change that, but he wonders if you'd prefer a guy who could make you cry of laughing than him, he feels boring and not good enough. Until, he comes home on a random day to his suprise party! You explained that you and Two helped structure it and all his worries melted away and he immedietly kissed you.

DALLAS tries to be cocky and arrogant but he knows that he's certainly not the best boyfriend, that you could and SHOULD leave him. Leave him for someone like Darry, who you've been spending time with recently. Darry is hardworking and kind, Dallas is not, and he's stuck in a loop of comparison but he never knows how to act more 'hardworking and kind'. He tries everything, from being ultra nice (to an extent) to being ultra mean, but nothing stops you from chatting and smiling with Darry. He's so insanely jealous that his suspiscions don't even clear up when you tell him that you've been talking because you need him to redo your roof.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

money troubles

Januarys in Tulsa were a different kind of hell. You wouldn’t think it would get that cold in Oklahoma, but Darry was surprised every year when December rolled around. His brothers hoarded blankets, stacking them as high as they could go. January and February were even worse.

It was his first winter without his parents, without his father’s salary. Heat was expensive, more so since their windows were thin and the doors couldn’t shut properly. Darry held out as long as possible before turning the heating on.

Pony grumbled a little, wrapping up in blankets and wearing Darry’s old football sweatshirts over every outfit. 

One night in December, Darry was half asleep when his bedroom door opened and his brothers padded their way over to his bed. He barely had enough time to wake up before they crawled on top of him and settled down. Before he could ask what was wrong, he felt Pony’s cold toes being pressed to his shin.

“Y’all are freezing,” Darry murmured as Soda snuggled into his side, forcing his cold nose against Darry’s shoulder. He sighed and rubbed their backs, “I’ll turn on the heat tomorrow.” With his Christmas bonus, they would be fine with the added expense. 

January was when things got hard. 

It was midnight and Darry sat alone at the dining table. When finances were tight, he always did the bookkeeping after the boys went to bed. He didn’t need them worrying, that was his job. And based on his calculations, they’d have to cut back somewhere. It was heat or food. 

Darry’s head fell into his hands. What the hell was he supposed to do? He never wished for his parents more than he did at that moment. A tear dripped onto the notebook paper in front of him. 

He could eat less, leave more for everyone else. That would save some money at least. But not nearly enough. Pony had track, he needed to be eating his fill. And if they didn’t eat with them, he didn’t know where half the gang would get their next meal. 

But if he turned off the heat, well he honestly didn’t know what would happen. He knew he couldn’t stand to see his brothers shivering in the cold, he couldn’t watch them bundle up and pretend nothing was wrong.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

He didn’t hear the front door opening, or the footfalls in the entryway. He didn’t know that Two-Bit was inside until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Darry jumped, raising his hands defensively.

Two-Bit smirked and raised his hands, “Woah there, cowboy.” Then he saw the tears in Darry’s eyes. “What’s goin’ on? Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone’s fine.” Darry swallowed thickly and ran a hand over his face, “Ain’t nothing for you to worry about. The couch is open if you want to crash.”

Two-Bit’s eyes fell to the page in front of Darry and his eyes widened. Too late, Darry moved to cover it. Two had already seen. “Shit, I didn’t know things were that bad.”

“It’s none of your business,” Darry said shortly. He closed the notebook and slid it under a newspaper. 

He tried to stand up, but Two put a hand on his shoulder and forced him to stay seated. Two-Bit sat down in Pony’s usual chair. He was quiet for a long moment, leg jogging under him. Then he nodded to himself and started digging in his pockets.

A moment later, he put a handful of crumpled bills and a stack of coins in front of Darry. Based on his quick math, it was almost twenty five dollars.

“I’m not takin’ your money.” Darry leaned back as though physical distance could make the money go away. “Where did you even get this much money?”

Two-Bit shrugged, “Texas Hold ‘Em, odd jobs for a guy my ma knows. It’s not even that much money.” It was. It would be enough for food and heat and extra for next month.

“I can’t take this,” Darry pushed it towards his friend. He and Two-Bit had been pals for as long as he could remember, they practically grew up together. Two-Bit was a good guy, Darry trusted him with his family more than anyone else. He knew that Two could use this money for his mom or his sister. Why on earth would he give it to Darry?

“You need it. It’s not even that much.” Two-Bit sighed and for the first time in a long time, Darry didn’t smell alcohol on him. “Look, you help me and the boys, you give us food and…” He nodded his head towards the bedrooms, “I know Johnny is sleeping in the spare room. You forced him to so he wouldn’t sleep outside.” Darry looked down, it was true. “Exactly. So take the goddamn money and keep your kid brothers warm. And the rest of us yahoos that traipse through your door.”

Darry stared at Two-Bit, saying nothing. Two-Bit rolled his eyes, “It should not be this hard to convince a guy to take money.” 

“I don’t-”

“Darry.” Two-Bit and Darry turned around to see Soda standing in the doorway. His hair was all a mess and he looked like he was still half asleep. “What’s going on?”

Darry threw on a smile, “A stray just wandered through the door.” He slapped Two-Bit on the shoulder. “Figured I’d let him stay the night and then go from there. Ya think we should keep him?”

Soda chuckled, “Just until morning.” He yawned. “Y’all need to talk quieter. Pony and Johnny are fast asleep.”

“Will do,” Darry told him. “Goodnight, Pepsi.” Soda just yawned again and waved before plodding back to bed. Darry’s eyes stayed at where he was for a long moment. Then he turned back to his friend. 

Soda and Pony deserved a home that was warm and safe and with enough food for them and all their friends. They needed this money. He could suffer the shame of accepting money from a friend just this once. 

So he grit his teeth and said, “I don’t want to be makin’ a habit of this.”

Two-Bit grinned, “Wouldn’t dream of it, superman.” 

He squeezed Darry’s shoulder, “I’m going to sleep on the couch, tell Johnny that I get the bed next time.” Darry snorted and shook his head, that was never going to happen.

Darry looked at the pile of money for a long moment. His hands shook ever so slightly as he tucked it into the coffee can on top of the fridge. 

When he turned back, Soda was standing in the doorway again, watching him. He seemed more awake now. They just looked at each other for a long moment.

Soda crossed the room in two strides and hugged Darry. Just from that, Soda knew Darry had heard, or at least seen his exchange with Two-Bit. He knew that Soda worried about him, probably far too much. To Soda, Darry accepting help was nothing short of a miracle. 

“I love you,” Soda said softly. “You’re doing a really good job.”

Darry’s throat became thick with tears and he held Soda just a little tighter. “Thank you, honey.” Since their parents died, he’d been adrift, trying desperately to keep everything together. He kissed Soda’s head, “I love you too.” Darry pulled back and pushed Soda’s hair out of his face. Without all that grease, Soda’s hair was constantly covering his eyes. “Go back to bed.”

Soda huffed, “What if I don’t wanna?”

Darry couldn’t help the laugh that bust from his chest, “You’re soundin’ an awful lot like Ponyboy.”

“And he’s my favorite brother, so what?” Soda said sarcastically, earning him a thawk on the head from Darry. A few months ago, that would have hurt, even if it was a joke. Now he knew his brother was being a knucklehead, delirious in his sleep-addled mind. 

“Go to bed, short stack,” Darry said, giving Soda a light shove towards the hallway. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Soda smirked. He gave Darry another quick squeeze before darting back towards his bed. Darry followed him a few minutes later. 

Unable to help himself, he ducked his head into the spare room where Johnny and Pony had fallen asleep. The two of them were curled towards each other like parentheses, Pony’s thumb still holding place in his book.

With a fond smile, he leaned over the bed and pulled the book from his brother’s hands. He slipped a bookmark in and set it to the side table. Both the boys were covered in a thick blanket. Darry adjusted it around their shoulders.

One of Johnny’s eyes squinted open, “What?”

Just like he would one of his brothers, Darry touched his head affectionately, “Just me, buddy. Go back to sleep.” His heart warmed at the trust Johnny displayed as he closed his eyes again and snuggled back down. That was why he needed the money, Johnny needed a safe place to stay.

Darry closed the bedroom door and then moved to check on Soda. His idiot brother was still awake, not even pretending to sleep. Darry leaned into the door frame, “Golly, you’d think you were six, not sixteen.”

Soda stuck his tongue out, only proving Darry’s point. “I’m goin’ to sleep. Wanted to make sure you didn’t try to pull an all-nighter.”

“Goodnight, Soda,” Darry said meaningfully. 

“Night.” Soda snuggled down into bed with a content look on his face. Darry smiled and finally headed back to his bedroom. 

[callme-holly]

Hello!! Maybe you could write headcannons with the gang that have a s/o who’s getting picked on? Thank you!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I go back to school in like 2 days... yay, im so thrilled... Also I'm so sorry this took be so long to get to, my inbox is crazy right now but I swear I will get to everyone eventually !! Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 864 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of being jumped and fighting, that's it

Darry Curtis - 

If Darry found out you were getting picked on by someone, he would go mental

Like he’d be pissed

He’d instantly want to know who it is who’s giving you trouble 

If it’s the socs bothering you you best believe he’s walking everywhere with you 

His concern would go through the roof 

Darry doesn’t strike me as a typically violent person but if whoever is bothering you decides to jump you/cause you any physical harm, you best believe he’s starting something 

If you’re upset, please let him take care of you, it’ll help calm him down somewhat

Sodapop Curtis - 

If Soda finds out someone’s giving you trouble, he’ll instantly feel guilty

He takes it as his job to look after you and by someone hurting you either physically or verbally, he can’t help but feel like he’s let you down a little

He’ll get Steve to track down whoever it is who’s picking on you; you won’t have to worry about them anymore <33

He’ll cuddle with you for ages to try and make you feel better (although it’s mainly to help reassure himself that you’re okay) 

Much like Darry, Soda will walk you everywhere

This boy will not risk leaving your side and if anyone so much as looks your way, he’s giving them a dirty look and pulling you in the opposite direction 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony will feel horrible and a little annoyed when you tell him you’re getting picked on

If it’s the socs giving you trouble, he’s mad

He’ll walk you to and from places and will try to comfort you best he can

If it’s kids from school, he’s got your back 

Pony will defend your case no matter what and if someone so much as says anything about you, he’s shutting them down with some smart comment real fast

And if you get jumped? Oh boy, he feels awful 

He knows what it’s like to get jumped first hand and he’d never wish it upon anyone

He’d get Dallas to have a “word” with whoever it is bothering you and chances are, you won’t see them again after that 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny gets so upset when he hears that someone is picking on you but he also gets really angry 

Like, you don’t deserve anything bad that comes to you and he will do anything to protect you

I feel like people really down-play his character like, come on ya’ll, he literally stabbed someone to protect his friend 

If he sees someone giving you grief, he’s standing up for you 

He wouldn’t start a fight, no, but he’s definitely let them know what's up

If you get jumped, he’d comfort you in a heartbeat <33 

You two have got the whole gang backing you both up, so there really isn’t anything to worry about when you’re with Johnny 

Dallas Winston - 

Oh, Dallas… 

When he finds out you’re being picked on, he’s asking for names, appearances, addresses - you name it, this boy wants it

He will fight for you and he will make sure that whoever it is that’s bothering you, learns their lesson

And if you get jumped? He’s arranging a rumble and dragging in the Shepard gang to back him up

He’d walk you everywhere, and I mean everywhere

If you think he’s leaving your side for even a second, you’ve got another thing coming 

He’s got an arm around your waist, your shoulders, his hand in your back pocket and if anyone so much as talks to you, he’s standing behind you, glaring them down

He’s defending you in a heartbeat, no matter who the person is that's giving you grief 

Needless to say, nobody messes with Dallas Winston’s girl, and he’s willing to let everyone know just that 

Steve Randle

Much like Dallas, Steve is asking for names almost instantly 

He will not hesitate to fight someone for you

He gets so defensive on your behalf and will become insanely protective over you

If someone has said or done something to you that really bothered you, he’s comforting you and going after the person in a heartbeat

You’re his number one priority and he wants you to be happy at all times 

You think he’s leaving your side? Nope, no chance

He’s gonna be one step behind you at all times and if he catches anyone giving you problems, they’re in for a rough time 

I’m telling you, he’s shooting everyone dirty ass looks 

If someone so much as says “hello” to you, Steve will be coming up behind you 

��this person giving you trouble, babe?” 

He’s just looking out for you 

Two-bit Mathews - 

The second you tell Two-but you’re being picked on, he’s smothering you with love

He’s not letting you go at all 

He doesn’t want anyone making you think you’re worth less than you are 

Secretly, he’s super pissed that someone would even think to mess with you and if he sees them, he won’t hesitate to confront them 

He’s taking you everywhere you need to go, no complaints <3 

If you get jumped, he will not hesitate to help fix you up before tracking down whoever hurt you

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[only-lonely-star]

ponyboy x reader where they are friends at school and he has a huge crush on her and so does she but they haven't admitted it to each other. Pony is at the drive in with the gang and she's there with her friends and they see each other and talk for a bit and the gang teases him so much when she walks away about how smitten he is and telling him to ask her out because she so obviously likes him too!

⁠Smitten ⁠

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader!crush

Warnings: None

Summary: Pure fluff of Ponyboy and his crush? I think yes! :D

Author’s Note: WAIT- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Word Count: 1.7k.

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By a miracle, your parents allowed you some freedom for the night. Usually, adult supervision was required for any plans you made with your girlfriends. Since the Admiral Twin wasn’t too far from home, it was safe to say plans were official.

“You know, Ponyboy loves coming here. He told me all about that one time his buddy got into some brawl by the concessions,” you giggled, gauging your friend’s reaction to the mention of him for what felt like the tenth time tonight.

She simply stroked a hand through her blonde curls, shaking her head. “You and that Ponyboy. If I have to hear about him one more time…”

“What if we see him tonight? Oh my gosh, I didn’t even think of that!” you broke in excitedly. With your arm looped around hers, you sharply turned left walking towards the designated area for those without cars. The two of you stood in line behind an elderly couple as they fished for change to pay for tickets.

Your friend rolled her eyes. “If you see him, you’re confessing. You have to do it eventually.”

Yeah, right. “I won’t. It’s called wishful thinking.” Although tonight’s double feature seemed like the perfect action-packed thriller that Pony would enjoy, it seemed unlikely to bump into him here. He surely would’ve mentioned if he were going.

As tickets were purchased, you followed behind your friend as she led the way to the red seats organized in neat rows. She squinted back and forth between various rows, trying to decide on which one would have the best view. “Here is good. And look- there’s plenty more down the row for the others,” she pointed to the third row from the projector.

“We’re early. We can buy some popcorn before the movie starts.”

“You go ahead, I’ll stay and save the seats,” she dismissed with a smile.

On you went, opening your leather coin pouch to retrieve some change. As you arrived at the concession stand, the scent of hot, buttered popcorn wafted throughout the air. You could go for a cold soda to wash it down with. Maybe a box of M&M’S to sprinkle over the popcorn would do. The line was rather short, though you didn’t mind the wait. It wasn’t often such a heavenly scent swirled around you.

“Hello. May I have a… medium popcorn… a Coca-Cola… and maybe some M&M’S?” you asked the bulky man behind the counter. He gave a nod in return, replying with a quick ‘you sure can’ before preparing the snacks himself.

While you watched him scramble to fulfill your order, a few rowdy boys navigated their way under the roof of the concession booth. One in particular seemed to be the leader of the trio; he appeared to be giant-sized in comparison to you, had a broad figure, and counted the change within his hands in silence. The other two- well, they didn’t seem to be as old and mature as the bigger man. The one with long sideburns and freckles repeatedly poked at the boy in a brown leather jacket. “Come on, you get the popcorn and I’ll get the soda! It ain’t that hard, Dally!”

Dally? That name was all too familiar to your ears. You listened carefully, watching the boys with each playful swat they exchanged.

“I’ve got enough. Calm down,” the big man said, pushing his coins back into the side pocket of his dirt-covered jeans. “Now, what all are we getting?”

“Miss, your order…” the man behind the counter tapped your shoulder lightly, bringing you back to reality. He gladly took the money from your palm, carefully placing the bucket of popcorn into one hand while the other held onto your drink and candy. As you thanked the man and wished him a wonderful evening, Dallas approached the counter with a look of arrogance.

“I’ll have what she got,” he announced, pointing to your armfuls of snacks and a beverage. “What is that, a Coke?”

You nodded, slowly backing away from the counter. The other two boys paid you no attention as they ordered nearly the entire menu.

Interesting.

You passed rows upon rows, sipping on your drink with each step taken. The remainder of your core friend group had arrived within the few minutes you were gone. Greeting them with a kind smile, you set your purchases under your seat. “You made it!” Your voice beamed in excitement.

“Hey, we want snacks too-!” one girl broke in as she munched on a handful of your buttered popcorn. The two girls stood from their seats and motioned for you to follow. “Keep us company, will ya?”

Without giving it much thought, you followed behind, scanning the red seats that seemed to fill themselves in by the minute. A glance was made towards the entry gate as more scruffy looking boys came in. Your eyes were specifically drawn to one; a boy that could pass as Ponyboy’s twin. At the sight of a strikingly similar smile and brown locks combed back to perfection, your heart dropped. A squint confirmed your suspicions.

It was Ponyboy!

He seemed to be friends with the others, perhaps even related to one. They quickly filed into a line of seats just a little ways away from your own. Your girlfriends walked in unison with one another as you darted for the boy. A hand pressed on his shoulder quickly grabbed his attention as he seemed alarmed by the touch.

“Ponyboy! Hi!” you squealed, your hands now behind your back as you twirled side to side shyly.

He grinned, flashing a look towards the other boys to signal he was okay. “What’re you doing here? Are you alone?” he questioned, unable to take his eyes off you.

“I’m with my friends, wha- what about you? Is that Sodapop?” Your finger pointed towards a slim figure sitting down the aisle, dressed in a casual flannel and jeans outfit. Sodapop seemed to be whispering to a friend as you conversed with Ponyboy. Perhaps he was teasing.

Ponyboy nodded proudly. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s hard to miss, ain’t he?” His thumbs remained tucked into his jeans pockets, almost as if nervous. It felt unnatural to see you in a setting that wasn’t school. In all honesty, he sort of liked it. This was something he could grow used to. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming tonight. I would’ve asked you to come with me. Well,” he scoffed, pointing behind himself with a singular thumb, “Maybe not with them.”

The boy beside Sodapop whistled at Ponyboy’s statement before engaging in a fit of laughter with his friend. You could assume that was Steve. Ponyboy had fed you with countless stories of his friends, though Steve didn’t seem to have many heartfelt ones.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you assured kindly. “If I hadn’t already made plans with my friends to come here… then maybe we could’ve gone together. Alone.” The thought send a rush of excitement throughout your body. A night alone with Ponyboy? That was practically a date!

He hung his head as a smile took over his features. Was it obvious enough? Only you could invoke such an expression out of him, let alone in front of his friends. His tough, rowdy friends that often teased him for showing a softer side of himself. He ran a hand down his cheeks as if adjusting his smile to look less… smitten. “Sure. Yeah- I mean, yes. I’m down. Whenever. Like tomorrow? No, Saturday. Or- how about you pick a day?”

The way Pony fumbled over his words only made your heart thump louder within the confines of your chest. Your hands clamped around the lace of your skirt as you nodded in agreement. “When that western movie you were talking about in class comes out we can watch it together. How’s that sound?” you offered sweetly.

He took up your offer without hesitation. “Sounds good to me.” Ponyboy glanced around the red seats nervously, picking at the skin of his thumb before forcing his gaze back towards you. “And… uh… we don’t have to bring any friends, right?”

“No friends, just us,” you giggled, stepping aside to let the boy to his seat.

“Good deal,” he replied, flashing you a smile.

As if you were in the right place at the right time, the boys from before came stalking towards Ponyboy, snacks and all. The big man led the others down a single-file line to their row of seats. As Dally’s gaze fell upon Ponyboy, he registered that giddy expression as one of interest. With a sly smirk, he elbowed Ponyboy in the back, causing him to tumble into you. Dally quickly masked his devious look with a cough before taking a seat a few rows down.

Ponyboy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, regaining his balance. “I’ll uh… see you around.”

“See you around,” you said, nervously turning on one heel to walk away. Scurrying for your friends at the concession stand, Ponyboy was left behind with the other boys.

Sodapop smiled at his younger brother, nodding his head in approval. “I saw that, Pony. You’ve got a fat crush on that girl,” he declared, his tone laced with pride. This was a big moment for him. He could sense the feeling was mutual, given by the subtle attempts you made to flirt with Ponyboy.

“No I don’t,” he huffed in return, taking a seat between Sodapop and Johnny.

Two-Bit passed down the popcorn, nodding along in agreement. “You know, you ought to ask her out. She looks your type - soft and dainty.”

Ponyboy cringed, sinking his into his seat. His eyes remained glued to the projector ahead as if trying to focus on the blank screen instead of any comments thrown at him. He clenched his hands into fists, “I’m serious. I don’t like her. Stop.” His red, rosy cheeks said otherwise. Ponyboy wasn’t convincing a soul.

“Hell, Pony, she likes you too. Just go for it, man,” Dallas chimed in with a mouthful of popcorn, a few flakes falling from his lips. “I didn’t push you into her for nothin’.”

“See? Make that little ‘movie date’ a date,” Sodapop elbowed Ponyboy playfully. It was easy for him to say, girls threw themselves his way relentlessly.

“I’ll see what I can do. I guess,” he huffed in defeat. It was to be a long night of nonstop teasing and jokes told at his expense. What he wouldn’t give to be smitten about you in silence…

YOU’RE AWESOME!! THANK YOU FOR READING

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Thinking about adopted au Ponyboy and how he watched Soda and his daddy tossing a dirty old baseball in front of the house.

Ponyboy was watching from the window, aching to join in but still feeling too out of place, as if he was intruding on a long standing thing between Soda and his their daddy. He couldn’t bring himself to push open the rackety door and sprint over to them, so he chose to just sit and look out the window with longing in his eyes.

Darry stood behind him, the same ache filling his own chest. He used to toss that same ball with their dad, he used to run his small body over and hug their dad after he caught a faster toss. He misses it an awful lot, but he feels too old for it now. Too old to miss throwing a dusty ball with his dad, too old to wanna spend time ruffling his little brother’s hair before throwing him onto his back and running in circles and feeling Soda’s body shake with laughter.

Darry had made his peace with the fact that he would ache for this lost feeling for maybe years. But when he saw that longing in his baby brother’s eyes, his heart hurt. He knew Ponyboy still felt outta place in their family sometimes, even with the months he’d been there. But it killed him to watch that in real time, especially when it was over something he knew Soda and Dad would be more than willing to include him in.

“You wanna go toss with ‘em?”

Ponyboy whipped around, scared that he’d been spotted. His silence was enough of an answer for Darry to pick him up and start running towards the door, tickling his sides as he heard the more and more common noise of Pony’s laughter bubbling up. He stood on the small porch step and yelled out to get the attention of the two others in the yard.

“Baby brother here wants to toss with ya!”

At his statement, Soda’s face lit up, thrilled with the fact that his baby brother wanted to do something with him instead of just Darry. Their dad smiled his signature grin, the one that reflected so clearly on his first two boys, and waved a hand over, tossing the ball to Soda again.

Soda ended up tossing the ball to Ponyboy and pretended not to notice the bittersweet smile and longing eyes on his big brother’s face. He also looked back towards his dad and missed the way Darry was slowly creeping back towards the house. If he had looked, maybe he would’ve seen the way Darry was begging with his eyes for someone to ask him to stay, to toss the ball to him and make him join in. But Soda didn’t see and Ponyboy was still to busy enjoying feeling included.

But Darrel Sr noticed. He seemed to have this sixth sense when it came to his oldest, his first boy, the son who carried his name and was damn near his carbon copy, ‘cept for his eyes, Darry had his mama’s eyes. But when Soda’s hand let go of the ball and it flew towards Pony, Darrel Sr looked away for a moment and he locked eyes with his oldest.

“Junior, I know you ain’t tryna get outta this”

His eyebrow was raised and his tone was loose and he had a goofy smile on as he beckoned Darry back over. He couldn’t help the way his heart filled when Darry’s face lit up and he trotted back over to his dad and little brothers.

Before the four of them knew it, hours had passed. The sun was going down and Ponyboy had plopped down on the bottom porch step to watch it, Darry had sat down next to him and felt his brother’s warm head fall against his arm before Darry shifted to have throw his arm around the small boy’s shoulders. Soon enough, Darrel and Soda were coming over and standing next to Darry. Darrel’s hand found its way to his first son’s shoulder and he squeezed tight before relaxing. Soda was talking away about something that Two had done earlier that was funny.

Eventually, their mama came out too, standing on the porch behind all of them and watching her boys together. Her husband, the boy who married her straight outta high school and loved her every minute. Her first son, the boy who made her a mama, who threw himself into everything he did with everything he was and was working towards getting out and riding higher than this town. Her second, the boy who’d been her baby for years, the one who clung to her from the moment he was in the world, who loved like it was all he was meant to do. Her baby, the boy who joined their family in January and she’d adored ever since, with his nose in a book and a passion for learning everything. Her boys. Her family.

An oldest son who would always protect his baby brothers. A middle son who would continue to love his brothers with his entire being. A littlest boy who may not share their blood but would always be their baby brother.

[3lliana]

any angsty Sodapop and Pony headcannons?

AHHH I SCREAMMMEEDDDDD WHEN I GOT THISS!! YES YES YES!!!

okay so I don't know if you mean as brothers or just in general! so I'm gonna do just some general ones!!

soda:

when he got his knee messed up in the rodeo he was HEARTBROKEN. like he didn't speak, eat, drink, barely got out of bed, didn't go to work, for at least a week.

Harassment goes both ways and there's a time and a place, and since he only is known by most girls because of his looks (cherry and Marcia for instance) it gets uncomfortable sometimes when that's all hes known for, especially random guys not liking him because their girlfriends think hes cute.

(after the events of the book) after he got drafted to Vietnam he was genuinely horrified and played it off as excitement because he didn't want his brothers to worry about him not being okay

the only person he really opened up to was Steve, especially because they got drafted together so that kinda made their bond stronger if that even was possible.

wrote to Sandy until she had the baby and the only letter he got back was from her grandmother telling him to stop writing to her. (the baby WAS his trust)

having to help calm pony down after panic attacks and nightmares TORE. HIM. UP. seeing his baby brother like that.

(oh also he SO re messed up his knee in the war btw)

ponyboy:

after the events of the book he had a hard time doing things he used to be really good at like track and reading and it made him feel useless.

he would wake up from nightmares of seeing johnny and dally dying over, and over, and over again and it would cause him to be restless and not able to sleep more than 3-4 hours in a night.

he would frequently hallucinate johnny sitting on the floor in his room, or when he walked by the lot johnny laying there asleep, and a lot of the time he would catch himself saying "let me go tell johnny" or even find himself "talking to" johnny.

the first time he went back to bucks house after dally passed he looked into his room and saw everything the way it was the night he and johnny ran away and that solidified in his mind that "he was the reason they were dead"

After soda got drafted he was a wreck and stayed by his side until the night he left, even him and Steve talked more often.

when they had Johnny's funeral, pony had to be DRAGGED away from the grave and into the car.

he decided to visit bobs grave one time and he couldn't stand to be there more than five minutes because he knew he had played a part in his death.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Ponyboy unexpectedly taking a liking to Sylvia over their mutual beef with Steve.

The gang and their girls are all hangin out at the Curtis’, Steve and Sylvia are bickering, and Sylvia makes a dig at Steve. (“Don’t worry Steve, there’s lotsa good things ‘bout bein’ short. Like girls don’t gotta stand on their tiptoes if they want a good look at Soda and you’re in the way.”)

Pony lets out an involuntary snort of laughter from where he’s been sitting quietly off to the side. Steve scowls at him. But then Sylvia gives him a wink and he can’t help but grin back.

Next time Dally says they’re broken up: “the no good broad was two timin’ me when I was in the cooler.”

Steve: “good riddance to that tramp.”

Pony: “um…..ya think maybe you outta give her another chance? I mean - it’s gotta be rough, bein’ out here alone while her man’s locked up……”