#ponyboy fluff

[jaidens]

Time Slows Down Whenever You're Around I Can Feel My Heart It's Beating Out Of My Chest Did You Feel It?

pairing [s] : ponyboy curtis x reader

warning [s] : kissing | cuddling | sharing hot chocolate with pony is actually my dream

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

The air is cold and chilly as it shivers through cracks and holes of the Curtis household. You're in a thick sweater and jeans, but the air still slips through and shakes through your bones. Everyone is at work or out on their own time, so you and Ponyboy are left alone. The yellow and red leaves on the trees whistle as the cold wind runs through them. “Hey, what are you making?” The soft southern accent fills your ears and his face comes into your vision. The thick mop of dark brown hair is clean, not even a speck of grease inside of it.

“I’m making hot chocolate and extra marshmallows. Just how you like it.” You say to him while you mix the mix with the warm milk you made in the pot. “Smells good! I just got finished with my English homework.” You smile at Pony and pull the pot off the heat, then you pour it into two mugs. Ponyboy takes one and sets it down onto the small wooden table in the middle of the room, and you hand him the mini marshmallows and whipped cream you had made from scratch.

He takes a thick scoop of whipped cream and drops marshmallows onto the top. Then, be takes a big sip and he pulls away with a whipped cream mustache. “Look at you Pony!” Then, you tug his arm for him to follow you into his bedroom. Pony is laughing as he follows you. You turn the radio on and turn it low enough, just enough to heat it. The Beatles play and you sing along, gently wiggling your hips.

You sit down next to him on his bed as he sips from the mug. You lay your head on his shoulder and continue sipping as the warmth fills you. With Pony’s natural radiation of body heat and the warm drink, you're almost forgetting the coldness that slips through the thin blankets. “‘M cold.” You say gently and scoop further into him, head drilling against his chest. His arm pulls you further in and you stare into his soft eyes.

The darkness in his brown eyes is a soft honey brown. He looks so much more gorgeous in this as you both stare. “Oh I love this song.” As you softly sing along, just under your breath, Pony stares at you. All he sees is love and comfort something he desperately wants to feel. He wasn't sure about his brothers or his friends, but he was sure about you. You showed him affection and love, without wanting back whenever he didn't want to. He was bad at showing love, ever since his parents had passed away, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get so connected to people.

“I love you,” Pony begins and his hand runs against your shoulder as he pretends his fingers are running. “So much.” He admits to you and you follow his eyes. It's quiet and much different than he usually is. He puts up a front around his friends to hide his feelings, but around you it's so difficult to. You're so comfortable and kind to him, and you're his rock. “I love you too, honey.” You agree with him before you connect your lips against his. He tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows and love. Adoration. Enthralling love.

You're too love-sick dumb teenagers with a death wish as you hold onto him and practically float in his arms. He's yours, and you're his.

[cupid3clipse]

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title : “late night readings”

summary : after johnny’s death ponyboy realized how much he actually liked reading to people; it made him feel closer to johnny in spirit.

warnings : none

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it was routine, you and ponyboy would hang out almost as soon as you two woke up until the night where you two would just soak in each other’s warmth talking about things while his fingers would play with a strand of your hair while yours would play with the drawstrings of his blue plaid pajama pants. you and ponyboy had been dating for at least 6 months now having known each other for a year ever since dally and johnny’s deaths, you had really been the first person to come up to ponyboy to share your condolences for his recent losses he had never seen you before and he wondered why you would care until you told him about how you used to stay at the same place dally would and you two would talk through the party until you got tired so it was evident that two got close during those long talks. pony was only slightly stunned that you meant basically the same to dally as johnny did. after then you two got close, hanging out often, going to the movies, walking through town until the sun started coming up and it didn’t take long for pony to gain feelings for you.

the idea of ponyboy reading to you came up while you were looking through his pile of book as you listened to whatever story he was telling you about when you interrupted turning in your heel to look at the brunette boy who was currently sitting on his bed playing with a yoyo he stole from two-bit, “sweetie.” you called looking down at the back of the book cover reading the summary of the book hearing him hum making you look up walking over to his bed. “you think you could read this to me?” you asked sweetly seeing him looking at you through his eyelashes before speaking “lemme see honey.” he reached out his hand looking at the book once you handed it to him, he hadn’t read it before so he figured why not. “sure thing sweetheart, we can do that.” he smiled at you and that’s how you guys started this daily read. days like today you would end up at his side as his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your head slightly rested on his chest messing with either his drawstrings or you nails, his voice was soothing you tonight like a lullaby it must’ve been the lack of sleep that morning that drew you to fall asleep. it took a little for ponyboy to notice you fell asleep until he moved his arm to turn the page and he noticed your eyes shut he started at you for a while admiring you a small smile fading to his face, pony shut the book setting it next to his bedside table and he turned off his light laying next to you his arm wrapping around you pulling your back to his chest as he focused on your breathing and heartbeat as it lured him to a peaceful sleep..

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a/n : hope you guys liked this feel free to give criticism or suggestions for new ideas, sorry it’s been so long since i last posted i’ve been trying to focus on school lately hope you guys understand <33

[harrietswriting]

Could you do a little fic with Johnny or Pony x reader (platonically)?? I was thinking something where reader and Darry are dating, so she takes on the role of "mom," and one day, when the gang's all flopped around, Johnny/Pony accidentally calls her mom, and while everyone is kinda teasing him she thinks it's the sweetest thing ever

OKAY TYSM IM IN LOVE WITH UR WRTING 🤭🤭🤭💍💍💍

An: OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST IDEA EVER! Thank you for requesting it! 💕 I going to do this with Johnny

W: not proofread, reference to Johnny's mommy issues

Word count: ~1000

When you started dating Darry, you hadn't realized you'd not only be getting a boyfriend, but also 6 new friends. You quickly grew close to all of them since they seemed to always be at the Curtis's house and so were you. One of the boys you were particularly fond of was Johnny Cade. He was a sweet boy who clearly looked up to you and was one of the only boys who was excited when Darry brought you over for the first time.

Without even realizing it, Johnny was starting to see you as a mother figure. You were caring, sweet, patient, helpful, loving, everything Johnny wished his mother was like. You made him feel comfortable, like he could come to you when he was feeling down. You started to slowly become a safe space for him.

One night, you were over at the Curtis's and helping Darry make dinner. Well, really you were making dinner while Darry was ranting on about life. You feel bad for him, truly. Losing your parents then having to become your younger siblings' provider and guardian can't be easy.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with him, baby." He leans back against the counter with his arms crossed. "We can't afford a tutor for him. And, I mean, he's not stupid, he just doesn't put his full effort into school. A 68 in math isn't like him." Darry rambles on and shakes his head.

"I'll help him." You say.

He looks up and his eyes meet yours. "You don't have to do that."

"No, no, it's fine. I want to help him." You reassure him with a smile.

Darry smiles back and says, "Alright. Thank you."

Just then, the front door opens and in walks Dallas, Ponyboy, and Johnny. Soda and Steve were sitting on the couch in the living room, so naturally a choir of "Hey, guys"s, "Hi"s, "Hey man"s, start.

Ponboy walks over to the kitchen to inquire about dinner.

"Hey, what're you guys making?" He asks, looking between you and Darry as he stands in the entryway.

"Spaghetti!" You say, then you add more quietly, "It's one of the only things I can cook."

Darry chuckles and Pony smiles. "I like spaghetti." He tells you.

"Good."

Johnny approaches and stands next to Ponyboy in the kitchen entrance.

You smile. "Hey Johnnycakes."

"Hey Johnny." Darry nods. "You gonna stay for dinner tonight, kid?"

"Uh, sure. If that's okay." He responds. Of course it's okay, and you, Darry, and Pony all echo that statement at the same time, talking over each other. Laughter follows. Once it dies down Darry tells Pony that he has to finish his homework. He responds with a groan, "I know."

"Y/n will help you when we're done making dinner." Darry ruffles your hair with his hand and you swat it away.

"Really? Thanks." He says not very enthusiastically, clearly still not pleased about having to do homework at all.

"Don't mention it." You smile.

You suddenly remember that earlier today the news forecast said to expect lots of rain tomorrow, and since Johnny normally walks to school, you were going to offer to give him a ride.

"Hey Johnny?" You look at him.

"Yeah, mom?" He meets your eyes then processes what he just said. He instantly goes red and there's a look of almost- horror in his eyes. "I- I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." He quickly stampers.

Your heart melts, yeah, it was an accident, but he would've said it if he hadn't thought it. It makes you so happy that you provide that comfort for him. You simply smile, not wanting to embarrass him farther. "It's okay." You say. Darry looks so confused but doesn't say anything about it. Pony on the other hand, laughs. "Mom? Johnny, she's like 20!" He teases.

"I didn't mean to..."

"Cut it out, Pony." You say, and he shuts up. You huff then look back at Johnny sweetly. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow morning, so I was wondering if you wanted me to give you a ride." You look at Ponyboy, "I can give you a ride too, Pony, if you need one."

"Oh, sure.. thanks." Johnny says quietly. Poor guy's still flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, I can take Pony to school tomorrow." Darry says as he stirs the noodles in the boiling water.

"Darry, that's no fun!" The youngest Curtis complains.

"I'm no fun?"

"No."

You sigh, "It's fine, Darry. If I'm already taking Johnny, why not take Pony too? They're going to the same place."

Darry looks at you with a hint of admiration in his gaze. "Fine. You do too much stuff for us, you know." You smile. "I love helping you guys. You're like family." You press a quick kiss against his cheek and Pony gags.

"Ew."

"Be quiet, boy."

You and Johnny laugh at the interaction. Man, do those two have a strange dynamic.

"I'll pick you up at 7, Johnny, and Pony, some time soon after that."

The next morning you get up way earlier than usual so you can take these boys to school. You pick up Johnny first. When he opens the front door you realize his house is strangely quiet. His parents must like to sleep in. Once you two are in the car and you pull out of the driveway, Johnny speaks.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I called you mom yesterday. That was weird and I can't stop thinking about it. Like, that's so embarrassing."

"Oh, no, you're fine. It's okay. I really don't care." You try to reassure him.

"But also... some times... I wish I did have a mom like you. Uh, you're patient and caring. I wish my mom was like that. Sorry if that's weird."

You turn down the Curtis's street and shake your head. "Not weird. I'm a positive, women role model in your life and you don't have good a relationship with your mom. You don't have to keep apologizing. That's pretty normal."

"Oh."

You park your car in the driveway, then reach over and ruffle Johnny's hair with a smile. "Let's go get Pony, kid."

an: I didn't know how to end this 😢 hopefully you enjoyed it!

[cloversplace]

it’s been a while since I’ve posted angst…

After Dally’s death Ponyboy kept his st. Christopher’s necklace. He put a little something on there for every person he loves. Though you never wanted to end up on that necklace, it was dubbed the “grief necklace” for a reason.

The pendant and necklace are Dally’s. His mother’s wedding band is strung on there too, his father’s dog tags from Korea, though those still look shiny and new, eventually Soda and Steve’s dog tag find their way on there. Pony tries to ignore the dent in Steve’s and how a small chunk of the metal is missing. He also tries to ignore how Soda’s is stained red. There’s a small piece of metal taken from Johnny’s switchblade to represent him.

Every time Pony adds another thing to his necklace of grief his heart breaks a little. He wonders when the day will be that he’ll add his own charm to it. Soon, probably.

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[spikedhe4rt]

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

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❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

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❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

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[poptartcat]

The Outsiders Headcanons

Darry hates cooking. A lot. That rule where the first one awake makes breakfast? He skips it after a while because “the food’ll get cold when you wake up”. It also allows him to get away with not eating to save money. (I think this one kind of contradicts canon but he gives me that vibe icl)

Instead of “Horseshit” they say “Ponyshit”, much to Ponyboy’s dismay.

Two-Bit’s got a collection of flasks, but uses the same one everyday, unless he has to wash it but doesn’t feel like it.

Darry and Two-Bit always joke about Two-Bit getting a job and being in the wrong house because he’s always over.

Everyone assumes Darry’s name is spelled ‘Dairy’ if they met Soda or Pony first.

Dally gets called Texas sometimes. He absolutely hates it and always starts a fight.

Johnny loves cats. Loves them. He just bonds will all cats.

Curly, in a moment of stupidity, tried to eat the cigarette when Tim caught him and Pony playing chicken and now has a burn on the side of his mouth

Steve’s got a car part shrine (they don’t call it that though. It’s a meticulously organized collection of car parts that Steve is always adding to and loving). He could build a mismatched car with all the parts and still have enough to consider it as much

Steve’s the best driver so in the months following the crash, they made him drive everywhere.

Darry’s always been a greaser, always will be, but he’ll never be as proud as all his brothers. Ever. He’ll never grow his hair and grease it back and steal from stores and smoke until his lungs are black and drink until he blacks out. No. He’ll always be stuck in a stasis between the two worlds: the one he was born into, and the one he was destined for. He’ll be old and gray but he’ll always wonder what he could’ve been had he been born a soc, and the guilt gnaws at him

Johnny got new converse for his 16th birthday. Not one, but two pairs because Johnny loves his converse

Dally swipes gift for Johnny and sometimes Pony “Idk it looked funny so I nabbed it but it’s making me want to gouge my eyes out so take it”

When they’re in a tough spot, Darry sends Two-Bit to the grocery store with the list and asks him to grab a few items. He doesn’t hand him enough money, and Two-Bit sure doesn’t have any, but Two-Bit always comes back with more than asked Darry hopes Soda and Pony never find out.

Soda and Pony love musicals. So does Two-Bit, but more for the sights than the sounds if you catch my drift. So when one bursts out in song the other two follow and do a 3 man show. If the mood is right, all of them will join in.

Dally only gets a funeral because Johnny does and as always, wherever Johnny goes, Dally follows

Dally wanted to be cremated and said as much. They didn’t cremate him

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

Headcanon that Darrel did this thing where he would pick Ponyboy up and throw him like half over his shoulder then would walk to his room and toss Ponyboy onto the bed before telling him to go to sleep.

It started when Ponyboy was six and his parents told him it was bed time and he stubbornly crossed his arms and shook his head, saying that he didn’t wanna. After 20 minutes of his parents trying to get him to listen, Darrel had come in and just plucked Ponyboy into his arms and walked him to his bed before tossing him onto the bed, Ponyboy giggling the whole time. Once Ponyboy was fully tucked in, Darrel had put his hands on his hips and asked which story he wanted before going to bed. While all this was happening, Mr and Mrs Curtis sat on the couch, stunned at how easily Pony complied when his oldest brother was asking.

It kept happening, so much so that it became their little tradition. Pony would never admit it, but sometimes he’d refuse to go to bed because he wanted to bond with his brother. That especially started happening when Darrel hit high school and was suddenly at practice, or a game, or a party more often.

Like one time when Darrel was 16 and about to leave for a party. He’d kissed his mama’s cheek and told her he’d be back the next morning. As he was about to open his front door to jog over to Paul’s car, he heard his mama tell Ponyboy it was time for bed, and he’d heard the familiar groan that meant Ponyboy wouldn’t be listening. He’d chuckled, and turned around to run up and grab his little brother, laughing harder when Pony shrieked. He’d walked to his brother’s room and tossed him onto the bed like normal, this time pausing as Pony looked up at him like he wanted to ask for something. Darrel sighed before sitting on Pony’s bed and ruffling his kid brother’s hair. He expected Pony to shake him off or smack his hand away not lunge forward and hug him. He held his little brother and smiled when he felt Pony mumble “I love ya Darry” into his chest, before saying a simple “I love ya too, buddy. g’night”. Once he knew Pony was situated, he got up and flicked off the light, smiling as he watched his baby brother snore quietly. He’d said another goodbye to his mama before running to Paul’s car and recounting the story on the drive to whatever shitty party they were headed to.

The next big time was Darrel’s last night before college. It was a bittersweet time for their family, they were overflowing with pride, but they were going to miss him. When it had gotten late, Mrs. Curtis had turned towards her youngest and told him it was time to go to bed. This time, instead of contradicting her or refusing, Ponyboy had simply turned his gaze to his oldest brother, silently pleading for him to do their tradition. Seeing that look in Pony’s eyes made Darrel’s heart hurt, because Ponyboy was twelve now and constantly insisting that he was getting too old for it, but here he was, sitting on the floor, a movie playing on the tv, silently begging Darrel to be his annoying older brother. So Darrel kissed his mama’s cheek, thanked her for the dinner celebration, and told her he could take care of this. When he started towards Ponyboy, his expression shifted to be a mischievous one, before he started tickling his brother. He let him squirm for a bit before picking him up. Once they were in Pony’s room, Darrel stopped and sat down on the bed. He didn’t miss the tears that threatened to spill out of his brother’s eyes, so he pulled him in close. He felt his shoulder start to dampen, then he heard something that took his heart and stomped on it. “I’m gonna miss you Darry, don’t forget ‘bout me ‘n Soda, okay?” Darrel just rubbed his brother’s back and promised him, “I ain’t never gonna forget ‘bout you, buddy, and I’ll miss ya too, every damn day”. That night, Darrel stayed in Pony’s room. And if Soda crept in and tucked himself against his brother too, that was his business.

It stopped happening once their parents died. Suddenly, Darrel was too tired from work and taking care of the house and the gang. Suddenly, what was once playful banter became screaming matches. Suddenly, Pony’s brother was drifting away.

But then it happened again. It was a normal night with the gang, Soda and Pony and Steve were engaged in an intense card game, where in which Soda was obviously cheating but still managing to lose at the same time. Two Bit was sprawled across the couch, watching Mickey on tv. Darrel was in his chair, watching the game and laughing. When he checked the time, he realized how late it was, so he looked at Ponyboy and told him, “alright time for bed little buddy”. Pony rolled his eyes and whined about how it wasn’t that late and couldn’t he just stay up tonight. Darrel gave him a knowing glance but Pony wouldn’t budge. So Darrel got up, pulled Ponyboy up from where he was sitting and threw him over his shoulder. When he got to his brothers’ room, he plopped pony down on the bed, but was shocked when he looked at Pony, who worse a smile with tear filled eyes. Darrel immediately stopped and looked at him, worrying he’d accidentally hurt his brother again. When he asked what was wrong, Pony choked out “‘s nothin, just, it’s the first time you done that since mama and dad died” all while bringing his arm up to wipe his eyes. Darrel sucked in a short breath before hugging his brother tight to his chest and responding with a simple, “I love ya, honey, don’t you ever forget that, okay?” He felt Ponyboy nod against him before he responded with a quick, “‘course, love ya too Darry”.

Maybe they weren’t perfect, maybe they wouldn’t ever be, but they were getting better. Pony was closer to having his oldest brother back and Darrel was slowly becoming Darry again.

[only-lonely-star]

hi! Can you do ponyboy x reader who is his girlfriend and when they are at his house they go to his room and make out with the door shut and Darry told them to never close the door then he gets up to check on them and bursts in and gets soo mad and the gang tease them so bad and think its hilarious

⁠♡ Caught ⁠♡

~ Ponyboy Curtis ~

Warnings - Nothing explicit !! This is a lighthearted story with cute and funny moments. Mention of slight drinking from the older greasers, nothing more. Puppy love-type kisses are mentioned.

Summary - You and Ponyboy have been dating for a good while when he decides to sneak you around and bend the rules for a kiss. That master plan gets shut down awfully quick.

Author’s Note - This is such a cute request, thank you!! I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!! 🫶🏼

Word Count - 1.8k.

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You were Ponyboy’s girl. While his brothers, Darry, and Sodapop, along with the rest of the gang - felt that this was nothing but puppy love, it sure wasn’t. Ponyboy had established his feelings for you a couple of months back, leading to a sweet and romantic relationship. He would walk you to class, write small poems about you, and brush his fingers through your hair the few times you were granted privacy. It wasn't common for you two to be granted this privilege…his oldest brother, Darry was rather protective. He set up strict rules to never shut the door, and to keep in public areas. He would be fuming if he walked in one day and caught sight of you two kissing. That was for grown folks.

“Come on,” Ponyboy grinned cheekily, holding your arm and gently tugging you to his room.

The rest of the boys were scattered around the Curtis house, smoking, cracking jokes, and baking their notorious chocolate cake, admired by all of the boys. Ponyboy was positive not a single person would notice you two slipping away.

You giggled, hiding the obvious blush on your cheeks by covering your smile with your free hand. “Pony, this is so risky!”

He was smiling from ear to ear, simply just eager to have his first kiss. He'd been plotting and planning this exact moment for a while. Kissing you was his dream.

“Is not,” He retorted playfully, quietly stepping past the kitchen with you behind him.

This was perfect - Darry, Steve, and Sodapop were all occupied with that cake. Mixing the batter, pouring it into the glass pan, and then waiting for it to finish before adding icing would be more than enough time for you two to kiss.

You stepped inside his room, your eyes wandering around before spotting a photo of a horse pinned to a small bulletin board over his desk. You gasped, heading towards the photo for a better look.

“Ponyboy, I didn’t know you-!” You began to gush, Ponyboy shooting you a glare, his eyes wide. The simple hand gesture of his index finger being brought up to his lips to silence you was enough of a warning.

You stood there quiet as a mouse, glancing at the door once more to see if you’d been caught. Ponyboy took his sweet ole time trying to close it- ensuring no creaks or sudden loud noises were made. He shut it and let out a deep sigh of relief that he didn’t hear Darry’s insensitive and irritating holler going, “Keep it open, come on Ponyboy!”

He stepped to where you had ventured off towards his desk. The look on his face said it all, excitement, passion, and love. He awkwardly placed the palm of his hand onto your hip, the soft fabric of your skirt sending his heart into overdrive. He smiled at you, clearly giddy from this exciting moment.

“Are you ready?” He asked, glancing down to the bed to end the awkward stance you two were in.

You nodded eagerly, ready to have your lips on his, a way to seal yourself in this relationship with him - puppy love or not. Ponyboy gently ushered you to sit on his side of the bed, following after you. He picked up one of your hands and held it firmly between his. The touch was warm and protective.

“I’ve always wanted to do this…” Ponyboy admits with a smirk, his green eyes focused on yours intently.

“Me too,” You said in response, the butterflies in your stomach winning you over.

Ponyboy smiled, feeling his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. He leaned his head forward, your face mirroring his expression of parted lips. You felt his hand cup your jaw in an instant, the other still gently holding your hand in your lap. He didn't seem too experienced, but neither did you. You went along with his actions, pressing your lips onto his. The kiss sent a wave of yearning for more through the both of you. Ponyboy pulled his face away momentarily, his eyes sparkling as he peered into yours. His smile only seemed to grow, knowing he’d shared such a sweet moment with you.

All you managed to get out to him was a small exhale before you leaned back in to close the distance. Your eyes shot closed, the only sound being your lips grazing against Ponyboy’s. He grinned against your lips, deepening the kiss further. The kiss ended every couple of seconds just before your lips connected again. The feeling was both addicting and alluring. In this moment, Ponyboy was too caught up in the moment to put a stop to his actions. He kept leaning closer and closer until you’d been pushed so far back that you rested on the mattress beneath you. Ponyboy didn’t stop yet. The kiss only intensified from there, his hands holding him up above you as they rested on both sides of your head.

That door which Ponyboy swore would stay closed flung open, Darry standing in utter surprise. The wave of complete shock quickly turned to anger, Darry’s hand on the doorknob squeezing the life out of it. “What in the hell are you doing?!” He cried out, the immense anger he felt starting to take over.

Ponyboy instantly pulled away from you, leaving you lying on your back, the tender feeling of his kisses remaining on your lips. You sat up as well - feeling scared, guilty, but most of all - embarrassed. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d get caught the first time you'd tried kissing Ponyboy.

Ponyboy scrambled to his feet and helped you off the bed. His eyes were wide with fear. The stern glare Darry shot your way was enough to remind you to keep quiet.

“Don’t you knock?” He asked with irritation laced in his voice. Ponyboy let out a deep sigh of annoyance and paced around the area.

Dallas and Two-Bit, the self-proclaimed ‘jokesters’ of the group came running up behind Darry, peeking their heads over his shoulder to find out what had happened. The grins on their faces said it all.

Darry was too occupied trying to holler at his little brother to even care. “This door stays open. I don’t know what you were thinkin’ trying to sneak off in here!”

You sat there, scared out of your mind. Ponyboy retrieved a cigarette from his hand and quickly lit it up to help alleviate his own fear and anger.

Dallas was first to speak up, his lips forming an O-like shape as he whistled lowly. “Caught kissin’ already?” He chuckled dryly, finding genuine amusement in this humbling experience for both you and Ponyboy.

Two-Bit pushed past Darry, stepping inside the dimly lit bedroom. It was obvious he'd been laughing his ass off this entire time. His reddened cheeks gave it away. “I’ll be damned, kid, never thought you’d get a girl this early on.”

Ponyboy shot a glare his way, letting his more aggressive side slip right in front of you. He brought the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke out in a huff of agitation. “Early on? You’re eighteen and still don’t got~“

“Ponyboy~” Darry’s cold voice spoke up again, some of the anger subsiding within him, “I think you best let me drive her home.”

He grumbled, cursing lightly under his breath. He noticed your frightened expression, placing a hand to the small of your back before letting out a deep exhale of frustration. “She can stay for cake.”

Darry couldn't argue on that, he came in to notify the two the cake was almost finished anyway. He stepped outside of the bedroom, Two- Bit following along, giving you and Ponyboy a bit of space after the tense moment. Everyone else was buzzing around in either the kitchen or sofa.

“Hey,” he spoke gently, his hand rested on your shoulder.

You looked up to him with a faint smile, your eyes wide and doe-like.

“Ignore ‘em,” he said with a small peck to your cheek, a bold move but an affectionate one. He gently applied pressure to your body, gesturing to step out of the room.

Once the two of you made an appearance in front of the others, they all grinned and nudged each other with a teasing smirk.

“Heard all about that little ‘kiss’ you two had,” Sodapop smiled softly, finding the situation both amusing and endearing.

This time, Ponyboy held back his smartass remarks, keeping them in his head to protect the peace. You felt small tug on your arm, turning your head to stand face to face with Two-Bit crouched down to your level. “So when’s the next little get together, hm?”

Before you could utter a real reply, he burst into laughter, finding himself to be the most hilarious guy known to mankind. “Lay off,” you snorted, your gaze shifting downwards.

Dallas returned with a few beers in hand, the bottles cold and slightly dampened from the condensation that had formed. He made his ways around the living room, handing one out to each of the guys, Darry, Sodapop, and Johnny declining.

“After seeing that, Darry, I think you might need one,” Dallas nudged him with the cold beer bottle to his bicep.

Dallas shot a glare at him, sighing before reluctantly taking the beer from his hand. “Maybe I do,” He chuckled dryly, cracking it open to take a his first swig.

Ponyboy took your hand in his, sitting on the sofa feeling a bit ashamed. He’d been told before to keep to himself and have that damn door wide open if you were alongside him. You didn’t mind the scandalous adrenaline rush of the kissed you’d shared earlier - you still craved more of his lips. The only part you disliked of this eventful night was the constant teasing. Sure, it was a little funny, but you’d never admit that… not to Ponyboy anyway. You snickered to yourself quietly, glancing to Dallas. “Got one for me?”

Dallas’s expression only seems to turn more amused than before as if this night couldn’t have gotten more entertaining for him. The others chuckled, Steve and Sodapop nudging each other like a bunch of drunkards with the occasional giggle escaping their lips. Darry shook his head and downed another sip of the beer just to add onto the teasing. The smirk on Dallas’s lips didn’t go unseen. “Sure I do,” Dallas joked, causing even Ponyboy to crack a smile.

“Come on, you can’t stay embarrassed about this forever,” You coaxed, half teasing and halfway with genuine affection. Your hand gave him three small squeezes, indicating the words ‘I love you’. He mimicked your gesture, his eyes meeting yours briefly.

“I guess…but next time we ain’t sneaking around at home,” He replied with a long and deep sigh. “We’ll go somewhere else,” He whispered lowly, that same cheeky grin on his face telling you exactly what would go down.

[sodapopper]

TW: // death, implied suicide

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There were seven of them, bruised and shining, electricity under their skin. Boys; young enough to shake the world, futures unexplored, untainted, unwritten. They were buddies. They fought together, bled together, loved together. The streets echoed with their laughter and the sky wept for their tears.

There were seven, and then…

Johnny Cade was the best of them—that’s why he went first. He died in a fire, but was doomed long before Windrixville, before the fountain or the knife or the blood gushing over his hands. Nothing gold can stay. Johnny was more golden than any of them, burned up in a blaze of glory.

Then there were six.

Dally, vice and violence, backed into a corner. He couldn’t imagine a future, couldn’t see himself on the other side of the fight. Desperation drove him to it. Sorrow kept him going. Just a scared kid, bleeding out under the streetlights, a bullet in his chest. Just a kid, after all. Nothing more.

Then there were five.

Soda, beautiful Sodapop. He laughed when he got the draft notice. “Grease goes international,” he said, all jokes, untamed and untamable, too wild to see death written in the words. Reckless, sensitive Soda, who hugged his brothers tight and raced off to war with a chuckle and a grin, hair wild in the wind. The last thing they saw of him was that smile—they weren’t even given a body to bury.

Just like that, there were four.

Two-Bit never wanted much from life. A drink and a laugh, a smoke and a fight. Good food, good company. A pretty face by his side. Two-Bit had no goals outside of Tulsa, no dreams beyond each passing moment. They found him in an alley. The bottle still in hand, like a murder weapon. Alcohol poisoning, the doctors said. Two-Bit drank his life away; he had no reason to grow old.

There were three.

Steve simmered in his anger until anger was all he knew. Years passed, the tireless slog, every day the same: he wakes with rage held tight in his fists, holes in his wall, dents in the door. Work until his palms bleed grease. Home again, where a family should have been, where the absence of parents burns a hole through the carpet, where his anger coils like a noose. He sleeps, and dreams of Sodapop, beautiful beneath the sky. One day, he doesn’t wake at all. The pill bottle beside his bed, refilled only the day before, lays discarded on its side: empty.

Now there’s two.

Darrel lives a long life. He made his peace with what could have been, a version of the future never meant for him. That part of himself, laid to rest long ago. People cast him pitying glances, think washed out has-been Darry Curtis but his back is broad and his skin is thick, impenetrable. “I’d do it again,” he says, holding his baby brother’s—his last brother’s—hand, as the monitors beep around them, antiseptic in the air. Their hands are wrinkled now. Their faces faded. “Every moment was worth it,” he says, old and sick but still burning with that secret strength he never lost, not even in the hardest times. “For you. For our brother. I’d do it again.”

The jagged line goes flat. The beeping stills. His hands are cold, but even still, strong. The hands of a laborer. The hands of love.

One.

One goes home. Cane, limp, faded sight, grey hair. He climbs the worn porch steps, presses his fingers to the doorway and blesses the wood. The halls of that house are haunted. He hears voice, trapped like a smell in the carpet, the plaster. There is the sofa where vagrant boys found refuge. The dent where Soda’s elbow hit the wall too hard. The scratches from Dally’s knife, a name carved into trim. There is the coffee stain, Darry’s, a full mug dropped. The table where Steve arm-wrestled anyone and everyone.

There is the drawing little Johnny Cade gave to a mother not his own, who hugged him closer than his ever had. It’s still taped to the fridge, brittle and yellow, the faded pencil lines impossible to make out. He’s drawn a family. A gang of boys. Seven.

Now there is one.

Ponyboy Curtis. The last of them, the best. He stands on the threshold of everything they had to give. He holds their love like a beacon inside, trapped where the eyes don’t see, where the hands can’t touch. He is the monument of their combined greatness; he is a patchwork quilt of all their best parts.

They were children once, running free, dirt on their faces and grease in their hair. Those children never made it out of Tulsa. They were never meant to.

Doomed by the narrative, some say, born to fail and suffer and be broken.

But they were children, once.

Ponyboy Curtis strokes the faded photographs on the walls. His gnarled hands touch unblemished faces, a snapshot of time, gap-toothed smiles, unbowed shoulders, messy hair.

They were children, once.

“We were happy.”

[r0cky-road]

domestic Purly/Papercut

Healing the bad side of this ship one fluff mini comic at a time.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Can you hold still?" Soda leans over Darry's stomach, puttin' his full weight into it, and Darry laughs. Soda shoots him an agitated little frown he doesn't mean at all and jabs him matter of factly in the stomach. "It's star day this is important."

Darry rolls his eyes but settles back down. "I can't help it." Soda leans sits back, spins the marker in his hand over his fingers. "I'm ticklish."

"Well, figure it out or I'm gonna sic Pony on you." Darry tips his head back 'n looks at Pony upside down. His youngest brother pulls out a more than passin' imitation of the Darry's glare. Though, he should be good at it. He's seen it nearly every day. Darry reaches up 'n baps him on the head 'n Pony cracks 'n laughs.

He's layin' on his back on the living room floor, Soda at his side and head restin' in Pony's lap. Soda brings the marker back against Darry's ribs and he does his best not to laugh. He only half succeeds until he glances down at Soda's tongue bit between his teeth 'n the furrowed brow he only gets when he's focusin'. It's not funny but glory he looks so much like when he was six 'n drawin' horses at the kitchen table with the concentration of Michael Angelo, Darry can't help but snort.

"Darry!" Soda opens his mouth in mock frustration 'n that just makes Darry laugh harder. "That's it. Pony. Sic 'em."

"Wait-!" Pony worms his hand down before Darry can bat it away 'n jabs him in the ribs. "OW! That's it, you're cut off." He fights to sit up but Soda 'n Pony both jump down on him, howlin' with laughter.

"Nuh uh, mister! I'm not done!" Pony presses both his palms down on Darry's shoulders 'n Darry humors him by pretendin' that it makes any difference in him gettin' up or not.

Soda puts his marker back down 'n Darry valently bites his lip 'n doesn't even squirm. He lasts forty-five seconds. "Soda-"

"Finished!" Soda presses the cap back on 'n tosses it to Pony who snatches it out of the air.

"Can I see?" Soda studies Darry's torso for a second 'n then nods happily. Darry grabs the shavin' mirror Soda offers him 'n admires the nonsensical lines connectin' the freckles dottin' his body from his stomach up to his neck. The ones all the Curtis' only got in summer. He smiles, runs a finger along the ink fondly. "Damn Soda! You went all out this year, huh! Care to, uh, explain?"

Soda grins at Pony and points to six freckles on his side. Darry tilts his head 'n furrows his brow. "One guess on this one." Oh, well that narrowed it down.

"That one Pony's?"

"Ding ding ding!" Whenever Soda drew constellations he always managed one for Pony, a horse, 'n one for himself, a pop bottle. If Darry squinted he could see it. He could also see a dog, cat, 'n just about any four-legged animal with a tail but he would keep that to himself.

"Where's yours, Soda?" Soda points to a sort of temple that started on his collarbone 'n ended on his shoulder. It takes Darry a moment longer but he can pick out the vague shape of the bottle.

"Alright, now the rest of 'em." Soda carefully explains each one, two more horses, naturally, a fish, Orion's belt, a wonky set of three dots along a rib, a lasso, 'n two little smilies. Darry carefully traces each one, more than a little impressed by how his brothers could take a handful of random dots 'n find so many little pictures.

"My turn!" Pony jabbed Darry in the side 'n took his place on the floor. He slaps nearly every pocket before he refinds the marker, handin' it over to Darry with a mischievous lil' grin to Soda.

He pulls his t-shirt straight over his head even though most of his freckles are clustered on his arms 'n face. He never picked up his brother's tendency to walk around all summer in no shirt. Dallas always made teased him for that. Glory, Pony's playin' modest 'n makin' the rest of us look like whores. 'N Two would always howl well if the shoe fits! 'N then duck out of Dallas' grip fast as he could. Only Soda 'n Darry knew the real reason. The kid didn't tan one bit. No siree, Pony burned.

He lays flat on the floor, eyes closed, Soda playin' with hair idly. Darry picks up Pony's arm 'n twists it, lookin' for anythin' that sticks out to him. Darry always did Pony's. Pony enjoyed just layin' there 'n Darry needed more time to study where the dots could become shapes. Pony would do Soda's since, out of all of them, the kid had an imagination that could spin 'n spin 'n spit out ideas 'n drawin's n' stories the fastest. 'N Soda had an incredibly short patience for not movin'.

"Hey, look." Soda brushes back Pony's bangs 'n gently traces a jagged line across his forehead. "Hand me that." Before Pony can swat his hand away Soda's connected the freckles from one temple to the other so they form a mountain range across his skin.

"Our little prince, huh." Pony opens one eye 'n glares down at Darry but his oldest brother is just lookin' at him with that fond little smile he gets.

"Oh c'mon." He wriggles around on the carpet 'n gets nothin' for his troubles but rugburn. "Hurry uppppp."

"You sound like me now, Pone." Soda ruffles his hair 'n Pony reaches up blindly with his free arm to swing at him.

"Well, maybe I'd be done faster if you'd stop wigglin'." They drift into a soft silence, Soda standin' up halfway through to cue up the Beatles' latest record, The White Album, which had been a joint birthday gift for Darry last month. Half of the gift had been them toleratin' Darry's affinity for that McCartney kid's weepy grandma songs.

"Alright, I think I'm done." Pony jolts up, grinnin' down at his arms.

"Lemme see, lemme see." Darry twists the mirror around so he can see the back of his biceps, pointin' out what was what.

"Look, this is Soda's." Darry's linked four freckles into an elongated diamond 'n penned in DX. Soda cracks up, twistin' Pony's arms so he can see better 'n forgettin' it's attached to the kid.

"You're a walkin' ad, kid! They should hire you!" Pony snatches his arm back 'n wrinkles his nose up.

"'N work with Steve? Yeah, hard pass." Soda howls 'n Pony tries 'n fails to look put out.

"Hey, this must be yours, Dar." Soda positions the mirror so Pony can better see the lopsided Superman logo on the back of his shoulder.

"Yup, but this one's my favorite." Down the hollow of Pony's throat 'n up under his jaw are three little stick figures all facin' different directions.

"Hey! That's us, right?" Darry ruffles his hair and drops a kiss to the freckle on his temple that makes up the end of his crown.

"Yup," He shoots Soda a grin 'n wiggles his eyebrows conspiratorially, "the shrimpy one is you."

"They're sticks! They all look the same!" Soda grabs him by the chin so he can get a better look.

"Nope, Darry's right." He nods solemnly. "The good lookin' on is me." Pony shoves him off 'n he lands on his ass. Darry hoots a laugh 'n manhandles Soda so his head is restin' on Darry's knee.

"See, Soda gets my creative vision." Soda peeks up at him, upside down, 'n cackles.

"Oh shut up." Pony snatches the marker from Darry 'n instantly goes to work. Soda starts squirmin' less than a minute in 'n Darry leans over 'n flips the TV on, an episode of Scooby-Doo is playin' 'n Soda grins 'n crains his neck to watch.

"You got our north star this year, Pepsi." Darry taps Soda on the tip of his nose where one single fair freckle stands out against his tan skin.

"No kiddin'? Pony's had it the last three years, the hog." Pony sticks his tongue out 'n goes back to drawin'.

The episode's not even half over before Pony nods, self-satisfied. "Alright, c'mere."

"Oh my God, Pony, why do we even try?" Pony's blushes, the tips of his ears goin' red.

"They're just doodles."

"Do I need to bring up Soda's horse?"

"Hey-!"

Pony's joined vast groups of freckles into three distinct shapes across Soda's chest 'n stomach. A horse, that looks far more identifiable than Soda's drawin', across his side, a record 'n the player on Soda's left ribs, a map of some of the actual constellations Pony would drag them outside on clear nights to point out over Soda's heart. Darry can pick out the big dipper, one of the triangles, 'n the bear.

"Wait, this one's my favorite." He points to two little hearts on each side of Soda's face made from four little freckles each.

Soda twists this way 'n that gigglin' between the horse 'n the freckles. "God, Pone, you missed your callin' as an artist."

"Damn straight!" Darry laughs 'n pulls both his kid brothers in tight for a hug. Pony whines but buries his head in Darry's chest beside Soda. "Well, I dunno about y'all but I'm hungry after all that."

Soda whoops already clamberin' off the floor 'n divin' for the keys before Darry can get to them. "Dairy Queen!"

Pony throws his shirt back on, carefully rollin' up the sleeves so Darry's Superman logo can still be seen. Darry reaches over 'n pulls him in for another hug.

"You sure you don't wanna wipe any of that off?" Pony gestures to the mess of marker 'n Darry laughs, brushin' Pony's hair back.

Soda's already climbed in the truck, shirt still off 'n Pony's drawin's on full display.

"Hell no! I got stars to show off."

[nylacouldntmakeit]

I absolutely love your writing style and your bloggg they're so adorable 💕💕 I was requesting a sodapop fic with a fem!reader that's similar to karen smith from mean girls if that makes sense. Like they're dating and have a bunch of cute moments tgether

thank you baby 💝, and eeekkk im so doing this as hcs!!!

“which way is left?” ; sodapop x ditzy y/n

Sodapop and his dim-witted girlfriend, who make silly faces at eachother from across the room.

Sodapop, who cant agree on a time to meet up with his ditzy girlfriend because she “never learned how to read a clock.”

Darry who can’t help but raise an eyebrow at sodapop, as Soda explains a joke to you that should have been obvious.

Soda having to whisper to his not-so-bright baby that the person they’re gossiping about is within ear-shot.

Soda guiding his absent-minded love through large crowds of greasers.

Soda giving you kisses on each of your cheeks to remind you which is left & which is right.

Soda who enjoys your semi-naivety, because it feels like a “breath of fresh air” compared to the serious & tough attitudes his brothers dish out.

(now for a teensy drabble cause ily all sm!)

“Baby wait up a minute!” Soda called out jogging after you.

“Oh hi! Sorry I heard you calling my name, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from this way…or that way…” you point around the both of you, your voice trailing off.

“It’s alright doll, i’m more focused on the fact that you actually remembered what time to meet me for our date!” Soda smiled proudly at you, his eyes showing true admiration.

“I love that you’re proud of me…but i didn’t remember. My mom came in and told me that it was time. I had written what time we were supposed to meet on my arm! So when I took a shower last night, I left this arm sticking out so it wouldn’t wash off.” You stuck your arm out to Soda so he could see the 3:30 written in black ink on your forearm.

“Oh! I see love…well thats ok. You’re here, n’ thats all that matters.” He offered you a smile, before throwing his arm over your shoulders.

(oh to be sodapop’s ditzy stupid little darlin’ ugh i need!)

[paul-ster]

Happy Outsiders Headcannons because 🕴️🕴️🕴️🕴️🕴️🕴️ (I’m in a jolly mood today.)

Once when Darry overslept, Sodapop and Ponyboy woke him up the same way that Soda and Darry wake up Ponyboy.

Dally sometimes steals Ponyboys drawings of himself and boasts about it to himself before keeping them under his bed.

Sometimes when Ponyboys reading, he’ll put his finger where he is on the page, a habit that Johnny picked up when they were reading together.

When Darry’s home alone, man will just blast music to himself and try to enjoy himself. If the gang catches him then they’ll just join in on the fun.

Johnny and Two-Bit tried to recreate the Curtis brothers chocolate cake at Two-Bits house…… yeahhh

Sodapop and Steve mess around during work but the second a customer comes in you’ll just see them lock in and try to stop giggling.

And a lil special mention for someone- that Steve enjoys cuddling. But bro is always somehow the small spoon. 💀

[harrietswriting]

Hihi! Im so sorry if this is pushing a boundary or something, but personally, I struggle with an eating disorder. I was wondering if you could write like a Curtis sister imagine where one of them finds out that reader is dealing with an ed and tells the other brothers? Just like a shit ton of angst + comfort. Again, I’m so sorry if this is pushing some sort of boundary. I hope you have a lovely day 🫶🏻

Your Brothers Found Out You Have an ED

Curtis Brothers x gn!sibling!reader

An: I wish everyone out there struggling with an ed the best of luck at recovery. Yall are beautiful and deserve the world. 💕 I hope this is kinda accurate. If it's not and it's weird then please let me know!

Word count: 750

W: discussion of ED, reader with ED, Darry is a bit insensitive at first

"I'm not really hungry, Darry." You stand in the kitchens entryway and mess with your sleeves as your older brother cooks dinner. "I ate earlier."

"Well, you need to stop doing that. You're always spoiling your dinner. When was the last time you ate with us, y/n?" He looks over at you.

Your cheeks flush and you avoid his eyes. It's been awhile since you've eaten dinner with them. You normally just drink a glass of water and talk about your day as they eat, trying to talk over the grumbling of your stomach. But you lie, "I ate that pasta you made a few nights ago." You had taken a bite of the Alfredo pasta, but you felt awfully guilty and regretted it.

Sodapop had been sitting in the dining room and had over heard your conversation with Darry. He'd noticed your lack of eating and was really worried about you. Maybe Darry couldn't see that something was wrong, but Soda could. He couldn't remember that last time he'd seen you eat a healthy amount of food. He's also noticed your abnormal weight loss and how fatigued you've been lately.

"I'll eat leftovers when I get hungry." You lie.

Darry sighs then goes back to cooking. "Okay, y/n."

"Sorry."

"Its fine, but you're eating with us tomorrow."

Damn it. You'd have to ask one of your friends if you could stay over or hang out at their house tomorrow evening to avoid that. But you say: "okay."

You turn around and walk out of the kitchen, heading towards your room. You try not to panic about potentially having to eat dinner tomorrow while you walk.

Soda watches you go towards your room. Hr waits until he hears the door close, then he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

"Hey Darry, we need to talk about y/n." Soda says.

Darry looks up from the pot he's stirring and gives Sodapop a questioning look. "What about 'em?"

Soda hesitates for a moment, then begins. "I don't think they're eating Darry. Like, at all. Or at least, not nearly enough."

Darry's saddened by this idea, and a long, sad, heartbreaking conversation follows. He doesn't want to believe Soda at first.

Ponyboy finally finished his homework and joined his brothers in the kitchen. His heart dropped when he heard what Soda thought.

"You really think... why would y/n do that?" He asks quietly.

Soda shrugs. "I don’t know. So, what do we do now? Do we have an intervention kind of thing?"

"Y/n is eating dinner with us." Darry states, then calls your name.

"Darry, I don’t know if rushing them into eating is the best idea." Soda counters.

You come out of your room and make your way to the kitchen where all three of your brothers are. "Yeah?"

"You're eating dinner with us." Darry crosses his arms. Soda looks at you sympatheticly and Ponyboy looks worried. They can't know, right?

"I ate earlier though." You say quietly, trying to mask your panic. Soda frowns.

"What'd you eat?" Darry asks.

You pause. "I.. I made eggs."

"Don't be a liar."

"I'm not-"

"Both of you stop." Soda interrupts, "Y/n, you're not eating, and we're worried about you. That's not good for you. I'm no genius, but I'm pretty sure eating a healthy amount of food is super important."

You stare at them, unsure of what to say. They know, so you can't deny it, but you don't want to admit it either.

Darry speaks, "This ends now, this not eating thing."

"It's not that easy." You mutter.

"It's a disorder, Darry." Pony chimes in. He glances at you then looks at the ground.

This sucks. You're feel helpless. You feel cornered. You can't get yourself out of this. Its embarrassing having them know, and its worring. Yeah, you need help, but sometimes you dont want it. You hug your arms around yourself as you look at the ground and tears blur your vision.

Darry sighs, walks over, and hugs you. "It's okay, y/n. You're not in trouble. We just want to help you." Soda joins in the hug, "Yeah, y/n." Then Ponyboy joins in too. You can't help but smile a little with your brothers hugging you. You know they love and care about you, and in this hug, you feel safe.

The group hug eventually breaks up. You sniffle and wipe your eyes. Soda looks at you tenderly. "How can we help you?"

an: argh! I hope this is sweet and lives up to your expectations. I didn't want to have the reader give specifics on how the brothers can help them in the fic, because everyone is different and needs different things.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Headcanon i came up with a while ago: Shortly post-canon soda hears his brothers shouting and pony calling darry an asshole and creeps out of his room to see if theyve started fighting again. Instead he finds them goofing around with darry slinging pony upside-down over his shoulder and spinning him around

Awww I love this! All three of them healing - Darry and Ponyboy getting along and acting like brothers again, and Soda learning that he can stop worrying about being the mediator.

And Darry absolutely throws his brothers around like rag dolls, especially Pony.

[cloversplace]

TW: Suicidal thoughts/self-harm, brief mentions of an eating disorder, very brief (and non-graphic) mentions of vomit

All of the Curtis brothers have attempted to kill themselves at least once.

Darry’s tried the most, at 13, 15, and then at 20, a few days after their parents died. If Pony and Soda had gotten sent away by the state, he would’ve gone through with it. When he was younger, his parents brought him to the hospital, and made up a story to tell the rest of the gang. None of them found out until years later, after their parents had died. Darry hides all the scars on his arms and wrists.

While Pony and Johnny were missing. Soda spiraled into depression, Steve had practically moved in with them. Soda could barely get out of bed in the mornings and almost collapsed several times on the job; he wasn’t allowed to work on the cars that week. Right after Sandy left, when everyone else had given up hope on finding the boys. When they had basically been pronounced dead, Soda tried to die the only way he knew how to. On the train tracks. He didn’t have a car, so he walked out onto them, standing there as the train grew closer. Steve stopped him before he could go through with it though. Soda now has to live with the eternal guilt that he was possibly the one to give Dally the idea of dying via train.

Ponyboy also tried multiple times. Right after Johnny and Dally died, he tried to hang himself, though Steve entered the house unknowingly just in the nick of time. Pony tried again a few months later, right before what would’ve been Johnny’s 17th birthday. Two-bit found him and managed to get Pony to spit the pills out before he swallowed too many. He still took him to the hospital just to be safe. After that, all the pill bottles (especially the Aspirin) were locked away in Darry’s room.

The brothers had a long talk with each other after that. They agreed they couldn’t afford to lose any one of them. Slowly, the self-harming stopped, no more cuts, no more attempts. They stuck together. It couldn’t erase the scars on Darry’s wrists, the ones on Pony’s fingers, from forcing himself to vomit. Or the thin lines on the back of Soda’s thighs. But they could make the mental image of them begin to fade.