#ponyboy my baby i love you and i'm sorry

[tending-the-hearth]

hey so i'm actually so sad about this <3 please join me in my pain and read this

(if you want to be EXTRA sad listen to jeremy jordan's version of "oh, what a beautiful morning")

[outsidersstuff16]

could you how the gang (individual) would act if you laid on their chest?

Order: Ponyboy, Johnny, Dallas, Soda, Darry, Steve, and Two-Bit

Ponyboy

Ponyboy was laying in his bed, reading A Time to Kill on a comfy Sunday evening and you just got back from a messy family dinner. You were really sad cause your parents announced a divorce so who were you gonna run to? Ponyboy Curtis of course! You knocked politely on the Curtis family door and Darry answered, letting you in. You made a beeline to Ponyboy's room and he didn't even look up from his book when you entered, however when you laid on his chest quietly and wrapped your arms around his torso, it was a completely different story. He set down his book gently and kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you tightly

"want me to read aloud?" He asked quietly, picking his book back up and rubbing your back softly

"yes please, my love.." you said quietly burying your head into his chest, listening to him as he read.

Johnny

It was a cold night out in the lot, as per usual you were out there because your parents were absolutely eggy shit flytrap std sperm links and kicked you out of the house for the night, you and Johnny were sitting quietly beside each other nervously. You were always very nervous around Johnny. Soon enough it hit 46°F. You and Johnny shivered gently. You turned to Johnny and hugged him quietly, trying too keep warm from the cold temperature. he laid down, allowing your head to fall gently onto his chest. It felt so right, Just you and him staying warm under the stars.

"Hey.. I'm boutta fall asleep, I love you.." you said quietly.

"I love you too... Sleep tight, pretty baby.." he said quietly before drifting off to sleep as well.

Dallas

You were stay at bucks with Dally for the night. You were sitting on the floor as Dally was smoking a fat joint, you were feeling really clingy but was too afraid to go up and touch him, you leaned up against the wall quietly before sighing softly.

"the hell is you huffin and fuckin puffin for over there?" He questioned sternly. You apologized softly. He had invited you onto the bed, in which you quietly obeyed, sitting on the bed quietly, he laid down and finished his blunt, you quietly laid your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, he did so as well, the rest of the night was spent in silence.

Soda

You were very upset. You had been getting picked on and made fun of by Soda's 'fan girls' it made you very upset because you loved Soda for Soda, not his looks but for what made him, him. You walked into the Curtis house knowing Ponyboy was at school and Darry was at work. You walked in and quietly knocked on the door. Soda Le you in, greeting you with a warm smile and loving hug, you sat down beside him in his bed before he laid down and made the "come here motion" to you. You laid on his chest and just broke down.

"I hate the girls who like you, their so.. so mean.. I love you Soda, not your looks.." you said softly, Soda gave a soft chuckle before giving your cheek a kiss.

"I love you too, Sweetheart. Your too nice, y'know that?" He asked quietly, his arms around my waist getting slightly tighter.

Darry

Darry had had a shitty week at work this week and if there was anything that would be able to cheer him up, it was you! You walked in quietly with a plate of pumpkin spice cookies and a love letter you wrote Darry. You put both on the counter and went into his room, he was laying in bed with a sour look on his face. You walked over and laid down, setting your head gently on his chest.

"Darry, bubba, 'm so sorry your week has been so bad... I love you bub, I'll do my best to support you, 'kay?" You asked quietly he just nodded quietly and kissed your cheek and forehead.

"I smell the fucking cookies.. I love those cookies. Thank you darlin'..." He said quietly, earning a quiet laugh out of you.

Steve

Steve was recovering from a hang over rand you were more than happy to take care of him, he was VERRYYY hung over, he had drank 2 bottles of vodka last night which really wasn't smart of him. You had gotten him some food and he ate, you had put on his favorite t.v. show and bought him a couple of liters of ginger ale.

"thank you, mi amor.. I love you so so much.. you take care of me so good... I wanna marry you some day, y'know?" You nodded softly knowing he more than likely wasnt gonna remember a single word he just said after he's all better.

"I love you too Steve, with my entire life.." you said quietly, you laid down in his bed beside him and laid your head on his chest gently, listening to his heart beat as the night wore on, he didn't say much but peppered you head with kisses and giving you the occasional squeeze and having a look of contentment on his face.

Two-Bit

You and Two-Bit had just finished baby sitting his little sister. Two-Bit laid on the couch, beer bottle in hand, watching mickey mouse with an entertained smile gracing his features, you and yawned softly and laid down on the couch with your head on his chest.

"oh baby, you're tired ain't you..? I know, she can take a whole hell of a lot of energy to watch..." He said softly, he set his beer bottle down and started combing gently through your hair with his hand.

"do you care if I crash here tonight..? It's late I don't wanna walk home alone.." you said quietly, Two-Bit let you stay over, you stayed laying where you were originally. He had the biggest smile on his face.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

The Outsiders Prompt Fic #9- How could you?

This is the other one I wrote for Pony an Soda with this prompt. @positively-peachy-143 I hope you enjoy!

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“How could you?”

Ponyboy stands in the living room, eyes wide, trembling from head to toe, staring at his older brother- once his favourite person in the universe- with betrayal shining bright in his eyes.

“Pony-” 

“You didn’t even say goodbye, Soda,” tears run down his face and he swipes them away angrily, “Did you think that would make it easier for me? For Darry? Shoot, it nearly killed him when you left.”

“It’s not like I had a choice!”

“You absolutely had a choice!” Pony thunders, “You had a choice to say an actual goodbye instead of leaving the draft letter on the table with that fucking stickynote saying you were sorry! You had a choice to try and run! You had a choice to hug me before you left to fight in a fucking war I didn’t know if you’d ever come back from, instead of leaving me to wake up one morning and find you gone! You had a fucking choice Soda and you made the wrong one!” 

“Goddamnit Ponyboy, do you think I wanted to leave like that!” Soda feels his own eyes fill with tears, “I’m sorry. I was a coward and I know it but I knew if I told you guys I’d been drafted, if I had to see you and Darry’s faces, say a proper goodbye, that I wouldn’t have been able to do it. I’d never be able to leave. So yeah, it was cruel, and it was selfish, and it was wrong but I left without saying goodbye because it was the only way I could actually leave.”

“Two years, Soda,” he can feel it all swirling up inside him, all the pain and the anger and most of all the fear, the fear that Soda would never come home, that he’d never get to yell at him like he is right now, that Soda would die somewhere across the planet and he’d never see his brother again, “two years of thinking you’d die in some fucking jungle and I’d never see you again! Of shitty letters where I couldn’t even be mad at you because I was so worried it made my stomach hurt. Darry didn’t hardly speak for months after you left! Did you know that? I had to basically force him to eat, it was like he was a zombie, and you didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry,” Soda’s voice breaks, “I’m so sorry baby, you’re right, I shouldn’t have done it and I'm real sorry. But I’m back now, I’m back, ok? And I swear I’ll never leave you guys again.”

Ponyboy meets his gaze, taking in the brown eyes that have lost their laughter, the worn face that is still Soda even if this Soda is different from the one he once knew, and collapses into his brother’s embrace, crying so hard he can’t breathe.

“I hate you,” he sobs into Soda’s shoulder, “I hate you so much.”

“I know,” Sod rubs his back, “I know, it’s ok. It’s ok to hate me right now.”

“You left me.”

“I’m sorry,” Soda soothes, “I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Pony mumbles, and Soda hugs him tighter, holding him together as he finally, finally falls apart.

[only-lonely-star]

Hi!!! I think you are my fav author currently lol so I'm gonna request something for the first time ever!

Could you do a fic where the reader is dating Soda and she has a little sister whose like six? Darry isn't too sure about the reader yet because he's very protective of Soda after Sandy so you and Soda plan to use your sister to charm him into fully accepting you. Somehow Soda is able to convince Darry to let you and your sister stay the night and your sister comes over and quickly decides Darry is the best thing ever (Soda is jealous so is pony) she becomes his little shadow following him around and sitting in his chair with him to read the paper (she can't read very well) she even convinces him to share her nighttime snack with her. During the night she ends up wandering down to his room because she's scared and he let's her stay with him for protection?

Just fluffy big scary Darry being the biggest softie for kids!

Thanks!

⁠♡ Charm ⁠♡

~ Darrel Curtis ~

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Warnings - None! This is a cute fic, just fluff!! Soft Darry with kids.

Summary - He’s got a soft spot for your kid sister 🤭💞

Author’s Note - AAHH THIS IS SO CUTE RIPPING MY HAIR OUT!! I feel like I wrote this so out of order but it’s fine (I think 🙂). I’m so sorry this took me literally ages to complete, enjoy my loves! 💋

Word Count - 4.1k.

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(Quick A/N: This is similar to some of my other writings where I have to give a character a name. If I don’t, the story seems redundant and can leave you confused. For this one, I chose the name ‘Diane’ as the little sister role in this story. This is still an ‘x reader’ story, so ‘you’ is still you. I hope this clears up any confusion !! OKAY OKAY ENJOY 😁)

“Come on, Diane, quit that,” you snapped at your little sister, practically dragging her to the front door of the small bricked house in which you called home. You crouched to her level, resting your hands upon her shoulders. “Listen to me,” you began authoritatively, forcing her wandering eyes to focus on you entirely, “You’re going to be good, and you won’t disappoint me, right?”

Diane nodded along, her mind obviously elsewhere. You had dressed her in a colorful cotton dress, yellow and pink polka dots embellished all over. Her hair was tied up in small pigtails, the hair-do sure to charm anyone she would cross paths with. She had to look flawless tonight - it was different from any other.

On the other end of the door stood your loving and devoted boyfriend, Sodapop. He had been patiently waiting to pick the two of you up to drive back over to his house. Meeting family meant your relationship was becoming serious, although this was a different family meeting than you were used to. Sodapop lived with only his two brothers, Darrel and Ponyboy. You had heard a good amount about each of the boys, knowing enough to hold a decent conversation. With your guardians out of town, you were left to take care of your sister, Diane - which ultimately meant taking her along with you to meet Sodapop’s family.

Rewarding her with a small pat on the back, you turned around and opened the front door to your home. Sodapop greeted you with an affectionate grin, your own smile returning the gesture. “Hey, baby,” he spoke gently, his arms already apart as they waited for the warmth of your body to collide with his.

You returned the hug, tightly enclosing him against yourself. You hummed against his chest, “Missed you.” A tender kiss pressed against his cheek, smearing your lipstick in an instant.

“Woah, woah, kisses later, I got a little sister to meet,” Sodapop chuckled, his eyes darting down toward the small girl behind you. “Diane, right?”

Diane nodded slowly, sizing up Sodapop now that he was up close and not trapped behind a picture frame. He was handsome - very intimidating, but handsome. Diane stepped closer, tilting her head all the way up to meet Sodapop’s eyes. “Diane,” she said with a nod of confirmation.

Sodapop’s shot you a small smirk of approval. “Beautiful girl…” he smiled fondly as he extended a hand for you.

You placed yours on his, and with a firm yank, you were out the front door. Diane followed and crept around Sodapop’s other side while you double-checked the locks on the door. Once completed, the three of you walked steadily to his car. Sodapop was a known ladies man - he was especially sweet to a girl he fancied. He raced to open your door and helped you inside before helping Diane.

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Once at the Curtis’ home, Diane shadowed you all the way up to the front door. Making your entry with Sodapop’s arm snaked around your waist, his brothers gathered to welcome the two of you.

The taller, more muscular, and older appearing boy stood across from you, a very much forced smile on his lips. The smaller one had his eyes glued to you, his mouth wide as if slowly shifted to form a welcoming smile.

You nervously tapped your hands against your thighs and smiled, trying to seem like you were real girlfriend material for Sodapop. You had brothers to impress here.” Hi… Soda’s girl,” you said with a smile, the nervousness evident in your tone.

The older boy gave a head nod, not willing to say much more than his own name. “Darrel.”

The smaller boy with bright green eyes stepped forward, his hands in the loops of his tattered denim. “Ponyboy,” he said simply, his gaze soon shifting towards Diane who had tried her hardest to hide from the entire encounter.

Diane sighed once she had been discovered, everyone’s eyes soon on her. She emerged from behind your legs, letting go of your skirt shyly.

Darrel’s eyes once cold, now sparkled. Sodapop took notice of the change in mood, placing a hand on Diane’s shoulder blade to gently scoot her forward. “This… this is Diane, her little sister,” he grinned.

Darrel’s smile enlarged from there, holding out a hand and crouching down to Diane’s level. It was like love at first sight. “Well, ain’t you a sweetheart?” Darrel teased, stroking his thumb over her tiny hand in his.

Diane giggled, feeling the same connection as Darrel did. Sodapop exchanged a look of surprise with you, finding the connection cute. Darrel looked at you once more, standing back up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well- uh…” It was as if he felt embarrassed after he was seen being so soft with Diane. He loved children, no doubt about it. Growing up with two younger brothers meant he played the caretaking role when his folks couldn’t.

He took in your appearance from head to toe, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He gave Sodapop a look that said everything you needed to know about how he felt about you. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted down to the floor. Sodapop stepped forward and rested his hand on your shoulder gently. “Alright - uh..” he began, ushering Ponyboy to allow them to speak privately, “Pony, it’ll be five minutes, promise.”

Ponyboy stifled a scoff, glaring at his brothers while he exited the room, making himself busy in the kitchen. Diane noticed the look in your eye which meant she best find somewhere else to stay while the grown-folk spoke. She followed behind Ponyboy, making sure she kept a bit of distance between her and the boy she’d just met.

“Sit down,” Darrel spoke gruffly, shutting the door as you followed Sodapop to the off-white-colored sofa. He sat down first, pulling you from your waist. Making yourself comfortable beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder while Darrel paced around the living room.

“So tell me, what’re your intentions with my brother?” Darrel asked blatantly, staring directly into your eyes as he leaned against the nearby wall beside the fireplace.

You swallowed hard, trying to come up with a more sophisticated answer even though you knew your intentions were nothing but pure. Your fingers nervously picked at a stray thread from your skirt as you spoke up, “I just… I want to love him, and plan a future with him. Right, Soda?”

Sodapop nodded, smiling sweetly before planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Damn right,” he agreed while Darrel’s expression only seemed to grow firmer.

“You’ve been together… how long? A week? Two?” Darrel then asks with a rather confused look. Before one of you could respond, he gave a nod to Sodapop to signal he needed to have a word with him - alone.

Sodapop stood from the sofa, stepping aside with his older brother as an annoyed expression flashed across his face. “What?” he snapped, preparing to hear the worst.

“I already don’t like this. First Sandy, now her? Soda, slow down,” Darrel lectured, shaking his head as he did so, “She’s gonna hurt you - I know it.”

Soda tilted his head back as a frustrated groan left his lips. “Come on Darry - you ain’t even met her yet! Give her a chance!”

“It ain’t my choice who you run around with, but I’m trying to look out for you,” Darrel spoke in a low voice, careful to make sure you didn’t hear. He had advised Sodapop to stay away from women before. After the stunt, his ex-girlfriend, Sandy, had pulled… Darrel didn’t trust anyone. He hated seeing his kid brother so heartbroken and vowed he’d never let it happen again.

“She’s different, she ain’t like Sandy,” Sodapop defended as he started his way back towards you on the sofa. He didn’t care to argue any further, he had his mind made up.

Returning back beside you, Darrel gave a head shake to the both of you before heading towards his bedroom. This ‘family-introduction’ didn’t necessarily go as planned, leaving a strange tension lingering in the air. Sodapop sighed, running his fingers through your hair as you leaned against him for support. “I’m sorry, darlin’, he ain’t in a good mood is all,” he assured you softly.

“No, it’s alright, I’ve been told worse,” you chuckled dryly, trying to distract yourself from the massive fail this whole encounter had turned out to be.

“I just don’t know how to get him to warm up to ya,” He admitted with a puzzled look etched on his face. “Darry ain’t ever like this.”

“Hey…” you grinned cheekily, sitting up from Sodapop’s chest. It was as if you had some sort of epiphany right then and there. Sodapop seemed to have been missing the context behind your idea, his eyes wide with confusion. You smiled to yourself and nudged his shoulder. “You saw the way he lit up with Diane, right?”

Sodapop nodded slowly, his mind far from connecting the dots here. “Sure did, what’re you gettin’ at?”

“You think Diane could be a big help in getting your brother to maybe…warm up to me?” you finally asked, the grin on your lips filled with both mischief and a sense of amusement.

“I mean - I guess so… he sure loves kids,” Sodapop shrugged, reluctantly giving your idea a chance.

Without a second thought, you leaped off the couch to search for Diane. Ponyboy had been entertaining her since being shooed away moments ago. He had been tossing his red ball back and forth, engaging in a game of catch with you little sister. “Diane!” you whisper-shouted, a sly smirk forming on your lips.

Her head turned towards you, the tiny rubber ball soaring back towards Ponyboy. Now that you had her attention, you motioned for her to come closer, which she obliged. You leaned down so that your face was beside hers, your voice quiet as ever, “Diane, I’ve got a job for you.”

Diane couldn’t be happier, as naive as she was cute, she was also useful. She was always a helping hand, trying to be a good kid sister to you and prove herself worthy. Her face seemed to light up at the request, her small fist pumping into the air. “Yes! I’ll do it!” She agreed excitedly.

You chuckled alongside your little sister, sharing a tender moment. “I haven’t even asked you yet!” You protested as you attempted to back your laughter. Diane’s enthusiasm was refreshing.

“Well, what is it?” Diane asked with curious and almost doll-like eyes which displayed every ounce of her innocence.

You placed a hand on her back, inching her closer. Your voice was soft as you whispered to Diane, “You remember Darrel…? The big man with the big smile?”

She nodded. Of course, she remembered Darrel, she couldn’t forget such a warm smile in such a short amount of time. This was perfect. Sodapop watched from the sofa, his eyes registering the plan which was going surprisingly well even though it had been schemed just moments ago. You shot him a knowing grin, focusing back to Diane. “Do you want to go see him? He’s been waitin’ for you to go - play with him,” you coaxed her slyly.

Diane’s childlike wonder hit its peak, her heart now set on spending some quality time with the muscular man she had briefly encountered earlier. She gasped, her eyes wide, “Really? Let’s go play right now!”

You held her wrist, preventing her from leaving just yet. “Woah, Diane - …” Your voice lowered even further, the volume so quiet that nobody else besides Diane could hear. “I need you to just… talk… good about me.”

Diane’s eyebrows furrowed, sensing some sort of trick behind this whole request of yours. “Mm… okay…” she agreed hesitantly, eyeing you down before she caught glimpse of the door. Once earning a smile of approval, you loosened your grip on her wrist. She raced for the wooden door that Darrel was last seen entering, a giddy smile on her face.

Pounding her fist on it with all her might, you scrambled back for the couch to seem as if Diane went to his bedroom all on her own. He opened moments later, his eyes shifting downwards once he noticed a small figure standing in his doorway. A small yet sincere grin formed on his lips. “Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, glancing around to notice Diane was ‘unsupervised’. You were ‘busy’ chatting with Sodapop, and Ponyboy was occupied with a book in hand, ball in the other.

Diane giggled, her own excitement making itself known as she wasted no time inviting herself into his bedroom. He surprisingly didn’t seem too bothered, he actually allowed her to roam around. Diane’s eyes wandered the entire room, top to bottom. “Dar - rel,” she murmured to herself, the name rolling off her tongue as if testing the word out.

Darrel scooped her up in his buff arms, Diane’s legs wrapping halfway around his hip. He grinned down to her, a rare sight to see. “Darry,” he corrected in a quiet voice, allowing himself to form a bond with her.

Diane rested her head against his chest, nuzzling in closely. Her head fit snugly under his chin, providing a touch of warmth to her rather clingy approach. “Darry!” she squealed, finding amusement in being held so tightly by him. Her eyes caught sight of a small brown teddy bear, resting on a wooden shelf with various trinkets and trophies. She gasped, her eyes now fixated on the plush in front of her.

Darrel’s eyes followed hers, realizing just what she was getting all worked up about. He shook his head softly, “The bear?”

Diane nodded, extending a hand for the stuffed animal in an attempt to grab it. Her tiny arms could only go so far, the plush at fingertips reach. “Here,” Darrel said, using his own arm to retrieve the bear. He handed it to her, watching as Diane’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “You want it?” he then asked. Diane nodded her head almost immediately. Of course, she wanted it - it was a gift from Darrel and such a cute plush to suffocate with her love. “You can have it.”

Diane was overjoyed with the kind gesture, her shriek echoing throughout the house. Darrel chuckled, using his free arm to raise his hand towards the back of her head. He caressed her hair gently, pacing around the room. Darrel noticed the rolled-up newspaper from this morning in which he had yet to attend to, sitting atop his wooden desk. “Alright now, you uh… best head back and see your sister,” he suggested softly, setting her down as he reached for the paper.

Diane was fully against this idea, she was too fond of Darrel to just leave - especially to hang out with you. “No!” she spat out, an upset glint in her eye telling Darrel she wasn’t to be messed with. Her pout was enticing, only charming him further.

“C’mon, kiddo, you can stay with me.” he sighed with a smile that only seemed to grow from there, showing he wouldn’t mind the young girl’s company at all.

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Walking into the dimly lit kitchen, Diane looked around in wonder as she shadowed Darrel’s every move. He held a hand out for her to take, in which her hand could only wrap around his pinky. Her other hand was occupied holding the stuffed bear she had been given. She dragged it around everywhere.

“How hungry exactly are you, kid?” he posed, masking his nervous voice with a dry chuckle.

“Very,” Diane exaggerated, poking her head beside Darrel’s leg to have a look at what was inside the refrigerator.

It was nearly empty, with only a few tuppers of leftovers and two cases of beer stacked atop of one another. Darrel quickly shut the door and looked around for something else the little girl could enjoy to satisfy her hunger. “How about some…” he paused as he scanned the kitchen counter, “Some fruit? You like apples?”

Diane gasped and jumped up and down excitedly, “Yes, I’m so hungry I could eat a hundred, Darry!”

Her cute exclamation earned a hearty laugh from Darrel. He ruffled through her hair and continued to rinse and slice the apple for her. “Apple slices it is then.”

As Diane chewed on a thin slice of apple, she couldn’t help but feel empathy for Darrel. She was a natural caretaker and sharing was her given talent. “Here, this is for you,” she spoke up softly, a fresh slice of the fruit in her small hand.

“For me?” Darrel scoffed as his grin reappeared on his face. “Well thank you, Diane. That’s awfully sweet of you.”

He took a bite of the slice and watched as her face lit up with that charming grin of hers. He was utterly flattered by the kind gesture.

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Plummeting down to his seat by the lamp, Diane followed him with an excited gleam in her eye. She lifted her arms and with a heave, Darrel had placed her on one thigh, his hand holding her upright while the other grasped onto the fresh paper.

“I’m bettin’ you can’t read too well,” Darrel chuckled, his attention suddenly focused on the footsteps exiting his younger brother’s room.

“Darry - …” Sodapop began immediately, a flash of hesitation seen across his face. “Can she stay *just for tonight*? I already planned for this and everything. It’s just one night, come on.”

Darrel turned his head downwards to watch Diane’s big, fearful eyes, boring into his. He couldn’t say no. He’s grown to become fond of the little girl despite their short amount of time spent together. “If Diane can stay too…then I don’t see why not,” Darrel responded as he gently pinched her cheek with a convinced smile. It didn’t take much for him to have his mind made up.

Sodapop’s mouth was now wide open, a faint smile hidden beneath his shocked expression. He immediately began his way towards his bedroom door in which you stood in the doorway with a pleased expression. “Thank you, Darry - I mean it. You really are the best.”

“I’m sleeping here?” Diane asked.

Darrel’s nod of reassurance was what sealed the deal entirely. He gave a small rub to her back, soft up and downwards movements, “You and your sister, but that ain’t till later, honey.” His gaze shifted to the newspaper still fresh without the slightest crinkle or tear.

“Can you read along with me?” he asked softly, pointing to the tiny printed letters in black as Diane squinted.

“Hmm…” she started, her voice only a soft murmur now that she had been put on the spot. After a moment of silence, she shook her head in embarrassment, burying her face into Darrel’s chest. “It’s too hard,” she pouted against his body.

Darrel resumed his soft strokes on her back. “Hey - hey - it’s okay…I’ll help you. Does that sound like a plan?”

Diane slowly pulled away and nodded her head up and down to signal she would be comfortable with that instead.

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Not even ten minutes into their reading session, Diane was already dozing off and finding it difficult to keep her head lifted. Darrel could sense her struggling by the way her entire body would jerk back upright every few minutes. “You gettin’ tired on me already, pumpkin?” he laughed softly and folded the newspaper before resting it on the table beside him.

Diane mumbled incoherent words as she forced her eyes back open. “So…” she let out a yawn and blinked back stray tears, “Tired…”

“Come on, your sister’ll get you all ready for bed,” he whispered as he carefully held her up in his arm as he stood from the seat beneath him.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Darrel caught sight of you and Sodapop huddled up together underneath the fuzzy blanket that draped over your bodies. Sodapop had already drifted off with his arm lazily placed over you. Your eyebrows arose once Darrel stood with Diane in the doorway. “Hey…” you whispered, scooting upwards on the bed.

A slight jab to Sodapop’s side was enough to wake him up so that he could let you up and off the bed. You could hear his groan slowly drowning itself out as his body readjusted to lay without you, face planted into the warm pillow.

Darrel held back a laugh as if not to wake him further - especially Diane. “I think she’s gettin’ a little tired,” he mouthed to you as he stepped forward, proudly showing her off in his arm. Her head was hunched over on Darrel’s shoulder as her body leaned against his bicep.

“Shoot…I’ll take her to sleep with me on the couch if that’s okay…?” you suggested as you extended an arm for your little sister.

Darrel nodded and reluctantly loosened his hand on her back so she could be transferred to lay in your arms. “Yeah, that’s alright with me. I’m sorry you and uh…Soda can’t have much of a ‘sleepover’,” he added with a dry chuckle.

As bad as he felt the need to protect his little brother, he knew the two of you were madly in love and he couldn’t put an end to your feelings. He had to welcome you the best he could - while still keeping a watchful eye on you, of course. If it weren’t for him and Ponyboy sharing a bed, the two of you could’ve slept in each other’s arms. Diane played a big factor in this as well.

“Pfft, it’s okay, I’m more worried Diane isn’t getting into all sorts of trouble or pestering you,” you responded. Hoisting Diane up, she stirred awake slightly.

“Pester? She’s been a joy to be around,” Darrel smiled, watching as the little girl was now back in your possession. He began walking for the door since it was, in fact, getting late. “Well goodnight, tell Diane too if she ever wakes up,” he finished with a proud smile.

As the night progressed, Diane slept soundly beside you on the couch. She had kicked off the blanket sometime during the night. The house was completely quiet except for the occasional crack of a leaf outside, or creak in the sofa. Diane found herself lying wide awake. It must’ve been late. She felt a deep fear from the human-shaped shadows that surrounded her in the living room, the quiet hum of the overhead fan adding an eerie suspense to the room. The quiet ambiance spooked her more than she’d like to admit. Diane swallowed hard and squeezed her teddy bear tightly against her chest. The sudden cracking sound from the ceiling caused a flinch among the poor girl. She leaped off of the couch in a second’s notice and walked until she opened the first door her hand could reach. She had recognized this room well enough - the shelves stacked with trophies and framed pictures, the small rug beside the bed, and the familiar scent of faded musk and wood. She crawled onto the bed, finding it a bit challenging since it was so high off the floorboards beneath her. She pulled on Darrel’s shoulder relentlessly. “Darry! Darry! I heard it move!” she whisper-shouted.

Darrel was both shocked and confused to see Diane nearly pounce on him in the middle of the night. He could barely register her frantic speech after being startled so suddenly. “What? Are you alright?”

“I heard something move! It’s the shadow, Darry!” she nearly hollered, fear evident in her tone.

Darrel rubbed his eyes patiently, “There’s nothin’, kid. Go on back to sleep with your sister.” He ushered her for the door, dismissing her pleading expression entirely.

“But I saw it!” Diane’s voice cracked, tugging at his heartstrings. It dawned on him then - this was nothing but a typical childish fear. No ‘shadow monster’ could ever harm her.

Darrel sighed, unable to take much more of her sweet and innocent gaze which had been fixated on him since the moment they met. “Come on,” he whispered, peeling the covers open for her to crawl in bed beside him. She scooted closer without second thought. “I ain’t gonna let no monster get you,” he whispered to further comfort her.

Diane snuggled against Darrel, feeling his arm protectively holding her. She felt safe in the confines of his embrace, learning that nobody quite understood her like Darrel. As her eyes found their way shut, she knew nothing could tear her apart from her newfound favorite companion. Surely she would be back again, for she had won him over using nothing but her charm.

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Do you have sodapop x ace hcs

Sorry for responding so late and for how messy this but tada🎉

• childhood friends to lovers baby!

• when ace's halfway through sophomore year when she realizes she likes soda, but soda's busy with sandy and even if she likes him, he's her buddy, she isn't gonna mess with this

• and then they break up, it takes soda a month after the breakup before one day, he's watching two and ace joking about something and he sees ace laughing and something in his brain just clicks holy shit

• their dynamic doesn't actually change that much after they starts dating, it's basically just

"your my friend and I'm going to tease you and tussle with you but also we get to hold hands and make out after"

• I like to headcanon that ace works at the DX with soda and Steve

• soda and ace like to be all mushy at work to mess with Steve, they think it's funny

• this is more just a headcanon about Soda but his pet name for whoever he's dating is "dolly"

• okay l've already mentioned in another post that I headcanon scout from the 1990s show is ace's sister, but ace and soda LOVE each others siblings

• ace has a playful relationship with both darry and pony, she likes mess with pony when he's doing homework, if she has extra cash she'll try to slide it over to Darry, she calls ponyboy Mike after his middle name because she thinks it's really funny

• soda basically just becomes scout's big brother, he'll give her piggy back rides, teach her about cars, and occasionally snags a car mags for her

• they like to play fight with each other, both physically and verbally, like darry well come home from work to find soda with ace just tossed over his shoulder

• going back to them both working at the DX, they both like to switch their DX jackets

• The rumble power couple

• soda has one of his mothers old rings that he always keeps laced in with his shoes, he puts it on a necklace and gives it to ace, ace has a bandana she always wears in some form, she gives it to him and he wears it on his arm literally everyday

• honestly these two are good for each other because they both can talk to each other about their issues

• soda is not a happy camper to find out about aces backstory

• their first date is too the county fair, ace wins soda this velvet stuffed horse he names Micky

I think that's everything

[b0n3s-is-gay]

I'd love a Darry Curtis x Reader where the reader finds out she's pregnant and she tells Darry and later the gang.

Maybe set after they're married and Pony's about to start college?

Le gasp! That is a great idea! (I got caught up in a lot of school and a bit of insanity, excuse my lateness)

Surprise Shorty!

Tags: Married life, mentions of Baby Fever, Darry being a softy for babies, Darry Curtis x Wife reader, Fluff, Alive Johnny and Dally AU!, set in the future.

Synopsis: Having a moment alone and her least favorite aunt, Aunt Flo, being late. You decide to take a pregnancy test after weeks of Darry trying to get you knocked up.

A/n: I'm not good at this, head empty moment. Sorry- I also did my research on these pregnancy tests, they're weird.

(Credit for the lovely banner goes to @cafekitsune )

I sighed as I leaned against the counter, the 2 hour mark coming up for the pregnancy test. I hadn't even consulted Darry when I bought the stupid thing but I needed to know because I had already missed my period. The damn test took so long but it would be worth it. Beep, beep, beep.... My small baking timer chirped. I grabbed the time and turned it off before turning to look at the little box, hoping to see the brown circle on a yellow background. I said a silent prayer to whatever was up there before I looked at the mirror. It was right there, the brown circle telling me that I was carrying for two. "Well... Darry did it." I hummed as I kept looking at the mirrored box. I sighed and grabbed the box, walking it to our shared room so I could put it on our bed before I started dinner. I fixed the room up before walking to the kitchen. After two hours, I had a nice dinner enough to feed an army. I knew who would be here, first to last. It was always Two-bit first because he worked around a bit. Then Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dally; they always traveled in a group after what happened with Bob. Sodapop, Steve, and Darry would be home last because Darry always picked up the two best friends from their jobs. Just as I started to put the dinner rolls in the oven, the train of people started coming in all in the order I predicted. Two-bit came in, said hello, grabbed a beer, and walked to the living room to watch Mickey. When I started the french onion soup, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dally walked in. Pony gave me a hug, Johnny nodded his head softly, and Dally waved hello before joining Tow-bit in the living room. When I pulled the dinner rolls out of the oven, the final three walked in. Sodapop nodded tiredly, Steve grabbed a beer and smiled, and Darry came up behind me and gave me a kiss. He squeezed my hips before walking to our room to get changed out of his work clothes. I simply smiled and waited for him to find the test sitting on our bed as I got everyone served. "Darling, what's this?" Darry asked as he walked into the kitchen holding the pregnancy test in his hand, confused since it was a newer model of a pregnancy test. I shrugged, handed him a bowl of hot soup with a dinner roll, and kissed him. "Show it to Pony or Sodapop, they'll know what it is Pumpkin." I laughed as I sat down at the dinner table with the rest of the gang, smiling as I watched Darry with a grin while eating my own soup. Sodapop and Pony looked up from their separate conversations. Darry set the box on the table before sitting next to me to eat a hot meal. Dally, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Two-bit all focused on the test; you could've heard a spoon drop. I sipped on my water before I heard Soda speak in a nonchalant tone. "So... am I gettin' a niece or a nephew?" Darry choked for a moment and coughed before speaking up. "Come again?" Darry asked as he looked at Sodapop, confused about what he just said. Soda shrugged before Pony spoke up, laughing before explaining. "Darry, that's one of 'em new at home pregnancy tests. It's sold at drug stores and I think I saw a few at the DX yesterday." Darry looked over at me shocked. I shrugged again and kept eating my dinner, knowing he'll need a minute.

[hauntedwizardmoment]

HELLO, this is your open invitation to talk about any song choices or parallels on your jace-and-jaceclones playlist collection that you wish to elaborate upon, bc I've been listening to them all weekend and I'm absolutely obsessed. Incredible music selections and I'm possessed with emotions now; thank you for your work 🫡

OH MY GOD YES okay so i think i'll start with just like. the general comment that i used songs from a lot of the same artists on them because i wanted them to feel/sound similar but also have distinct vibes - i think a different mcr song appears on each one, there's jack off jill on three of them, etc.

buuuuuuut they also all have at least one pick that's wildly different that i kind of think as the standout/signature song. i wanted to represent that theyre all Of the same guy (jaceprime) but theyre different facets of him: devotion, hedonism, rage. also because i'm insane they do have an order to them and there's an arc within each one

ETA after i finished writing all of this: jesus fuck it got long i'm so sorry i'm insane

i'll go in the order that i finished them in:

for j2 (the acolyte), the vibe is probably the Most distinct from the other three, since his starts out so happy and optimistic; all the small things! baby you're a haunted house! look at these lyrics!!

theyre love songs!! ringtone, too, that's the one i think of as j2s signature song, since it's in a wildly different genre. ringtone is also where the playlist kind starts to get an inkling of despair and tragedy, too

spellbound + heaven, iowa + closer kind of make up a weird trilogy in my head of "j2's thoughts when he and porter are alone together" since it's like, feeling an inexorable pull towards him, feeling so so so weak for him, and of course: religious devotion mixed with intense horniness.

i feel the need to justify the "closer" pick for j2 and not j3, i did go back and forth on it but honestly it's like... j3 doesnt worship the same way j2 does. j2's the acolyte, not the whore. thats also why tourniquet, shame, and all again for you are on here.

lastly for j2: drowning lessons is the unofficial j2porter vegas wedding song to me. the imagery of it is so evocative. look at this.

for j3 (the whore), obviously the vibe is like, getting railed within an inch of your life. but i also wanted songs that conveyed a sense of desperation + misery and self hatred. because j3 has issues and problems.

give 'em hell kid + celebrity skin + ponyboy are like. the Fuck Me trio. j3 wants you to want him, he looks good, he knows he looks good, what are you gonna do about it? he's got a half-life of his own and he's gonna spend it with the hottest people he can.

straight to video, joyriding, and everybody's fool are what i was talking about re. desperation, misery, and self-hatred. he's never been fulfilled or felt like he has a purpose the same way j2 does. he doesnt like looking in the mirror longer than it takes to put on his makeup.

violent pornography + eat me alive are like, two sides of the same coin in my head. more Fuck Me vibes but like, this time with a definite sense of danger and obsession. obligatory choking mention. obligatory erotic cannibalism mention. these things are basically part of the starbreaker bible atp.

and for j3's signature song: living dead girl by rob zombie. he IS the living dead girl to me!! he's jace post-resurrection, trying to fill up the new void inside him with anything, be it pleasures of the flesh or just straight up flesh. he's back from the dead and he's gonna make it your problem. unlike j2's born sexy yesterday he's more like. resurrected sexy (and evil) last night.

for j4 (the devil): the main thing here was like. rebellion. going against the narrative that's trying to draw her in. she's gonna escape the cycle or die trying.

i think my favorite pulls for this were playing god, losing his touch, and going under, which in my mind made up like a trio of being fed the fuck up with someone and walking out for good. there are also a couple songs on here like dead throne and IAGTKTPOTUSOA (cant type out the song name now jic the fbi is watching) where i was like... j4 would listen to these while she's mad. she deserves to have her metal and harsh noise moment.

ofc j4 is still Of Jace so i had to include i hate everything about you, whore, and noise and kisses because unfortunately he's still attracted to porter. why is whore on here but adrenalize was on j3 (the whore)'s playlist? well. whore is WAY more of a Fuck You than adrenalize.

and j4's signature song is ofc ptolemaea. no matter how hard she fights back and how close she gets to escaping, she always ends up back at porter's side. it's inevitable.

aaaaaaaaand lastly for jace's playlist (the one): i think everyone's already noticed that half of this playlist is where the titles for my fics come from but i did want to say that explicitly.

jaceprime's playlist is very much about devotion even when it hurts. giving up parts of yourself to make someone else love you. being doomed. not being understood even by the person who knows you inside and out.

its also like. sleepless nights and waking up disoriented and unsure of who you are. feeling crushed and abandoned but too proud to do anything about it. brain stew, i slept with someone in fall out boy, and broken bones are very that.

i did include drowning lessons on this one again, i think it's the only repeat i have, and i didnt want to but man it's what i listened to while i was writing jace getting strangled to death in his marital bed so i HAD to. i also think it fits because j2 and jace are funhouse mirrors of each other and it's fun to think about how they're both interpreting the lyrics in very different ways.

for jace's signature song, it's dig up her bones. he got brought back wrong in service of an evil plan! it doesnt matter what came before, who he used to be! that jace died and now this one's here to stay. it's similar to j3 on purpose, but j3's more jennifer check while jaceprime is more bride of frankenstein.

lastly, white crosses is kind of the bookend to this whole deal because of the i'll make my way back home to you chorus. that's very starbreaker to me. at the end of the day, theyre each others' homes. theyre all they have left, even if they hate it.

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Hey, I saw that your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could write what spending Valentines Day with the Greasers + Tim & Curly would be like. I honestly love your writing so much. If you don't want to do it that's totally fine, it's completely up to you.

-🤍🤍

OKIE DOKIE so this was extremely late... (I am so deeply sorry) andddd I'm going to be writing requests in a much simpler way for a while until I have all of my motivation back. Please bare with me :') 🙏

Starting with...

Darry: He's old fashioned, as I've said before. He is the Valentine's master. Flowers? Check. Nice button down? Check. Dinner reservations? Check. Pretty little necklace or something equivalent? Check. Homemade chocolate cake? Check. Foot rubs after you get back home? Duh, of course.

Had this planned for weeks in advance. Definitely ends the night with the sweetest kiss imaginable after y'all just reminisced on your first date together. Everything's somehow perfect and the boys have been oddly quiet today, almost as if they were threatened to stay far away from you guys.... 🤔🤨 hmm...

Sodapop: Another smoothass romantic, however it's not as perfect as Darry's date. Soda would definitely bring the flowers and chocolate but would probably be running slightly late due to the fact his hair wasn't working with him, or Steve caught him up chatting too long. He really means well though! The entire night his attention is completely focused on you, which is pretty good considering how easily distracted this guy can get.

Y'all go it for milkshakes <3 definitely tries to sneak some fries without you noticing but it's all in good fun. and then after the milkshake is gone he FOR ONCE won't fight you for the cherry. He usually will fight tooth and nail to get that cherry, but tonight he's just "You can have it :D". You see the way his eye twitches though...give him the cherry you heartless monster.

Ponyboy: I'm going to say something you guys would NEVER guess. You ready? Love poem. GASP. Who would've guessed? Yeah anyways, love poem, but it's so good? Like better than the shit you'd write your mom in elementary school. Our boy worked so hard on it too. His garbage can is just filled with scrapped paper and rewrites of the poem. He even accompanies it with a cute little sketch. He's not the best artist, but he certainly tried and it's so endearing too.

Other than that he's kind meh. He'll hand it over, tell you happy Valentine's day and then it's just kinda? Y'all hanging out like usual? Maybe a little more cuddly than normal. That's about it. He's very casual about the holiday.

Johnny: Sweet Johnnycakes. My boy. My baby <3 he had been a bit distant the days leading up but that's just because he had been working so damn hard. Baby boy was working at the drive in, sweeping up popcorn and stuff for some extra cash just so he could buy you that outfit you had been eyeballing. Cue him leading you to the cutest picnic you've ever seen and him handing you the gift, wrapped in a pretty little bow too. His wrapping skills are definitely not the best, but you're opening it anyways so who cares?

The sweetest thing all night. His touches are so gentle and loving and the picnic is breathtaking once y'all watch the sunset together. You guys talk a lot about the future and how far y'all have come. Cutest goddamn thing ever if you're into wholesome stuff.

Two-bit: He's exactly on the line between sexy valentines and sweet valentines. It's hard to tell if he's trying to score a home run or he's genuinely just flirting with you because it's a cute holiday.

Probably gifts you some cute lingerie as a joke. As a "joke" 🙄 you can see right through him, though he does get a kick out of your reaction. A part from him genuinely being a bit of a perv he is actually very loving with you and will definitely take you out to go downtown shopping... "Shopping." We all know he'll sneak a few things off the shelf for you without you noticing <3

Steve: He's a bit of a dummy <3 genuinely forgot. Like- he tries his best but the day completely slipped his mind. Don't worry though! The boys made sure to remind him before he saw you though! He doesn't have anything planned out, but he does stop to grab some flowers and a cake. Was the cake necessary? Nah but it was a nice gesture.

Kinda similar to Johnny, you guys have a nice little picnic in the back of his truck, however his was a lot less plannes out and much more impulsive. There was no blanket or fancy drinks, but there was coke bottles, cake, and a lot of laughing, so he totally made up for it.

Dallas: Haaaa did you think you'd get out of this alive? I'm kidding. Dallas is slightly similar to Tim, but more so he's just not a mushy lovey guy. There's no huge declaration of love or some big gift giving ceremony. He will, however, put his chain around your neck and then tug on it to pull you into a kiss.

Definitely not getting away unscathed. You will have an insane amount of marks left on you, but hey man, it's Valentine's day so 🤷 what did you expect? Definitely the type to be in bed all day, though not necessarily in an NSFW way. Sure, that's a huge plus, but he's also pretty content with you tucked into his arm as he listens to your heartbeat.

Tim: He didn't forget, he just was hoping you didn't remember. Sorry to the Tim lovers, but he sees Valentine's as an extremely pointless holiday. And I mean...? He's kinda got a point but then again, it's still nice to spend the day with your significant other, soooo.... But anyways, like I said he didn't forget. He actually has a small gift for you just Incase you brought it up, though if you don't he'll pretend like he just so happened to think of you when he was out.

He's not all mushy or lovey dovey, but if you happen to remind him he will give you some of the sweetest kisses you've ever gotten for him just so he can shut you up. And maybe if you're good, he'll take you to do something fun later on in the night like dancing. Though, if you're not the type to go dancing at an actual club (is that what they're called in the 50's????) Then he has no issue swaying back and forth with you in the living room as the radio softly plays in the background.

Curly: Actually really good with Valentine's surprisingly. He saw how ruined his parents relationship was at a young age, so even though he's a hood he still makes sure to be the best boyfriend he absolutely can be. Gets you some flowers. However, by that I mean he's actually one of the guys that takes the time to go out to the park and pick the wildflowers for you. Yeah... you're not actually supposed to do that, of course, but hey. Free flowers that he handpicked? Good enough!

Begs Tim to let him borrow the car so he can take you joyriding at night. It's extremely fun, though after y'all are done burning rubber, it'll easily turn into a nice little cruise while his hand rests on your thigh and your song is playing on the radio. <3

[crazyf0rswayze]

Darry Dating a Quiet & shy s/o

Sorry if this is bad, it only my second time writing hcs!

-darry would probably tell them all your shy and a little quiet 

-'look guys, she's not super social ok? So just go easy on her'

-Pony, Johnny, and Soda would be super chill about you, and not push you to talk. 

-if they ask a question and you stutter or shrug they'd be like 'oh it's ok y/n don't worry about it!'

-Dally, Steve, and Two-bit would be very loud and stuff.

-if too much noise scares you: here how the above 3 would react to you flinching or covering ur ears

-two: 'oh I'm sorry hun...a-are we being too loud?'

-steve: 'haha she's covering her ears' Darry smacks his arm 'sorry y/n we'll quiet down'

-dally 'what the fuck are you doing bro'💀

-soda Johnny and pony would be super kind and if you flinched Johnny would get a little scared but that's it

-Darry would answer simple things for you like your name, how many siblings you have, how old you are, ect

-if you were at any point too overwhelmed with the noise, questions, and conversations, Darry would take you to his room

-'its ok honey. I know you're a little quiet and stuff, they'll understand ok?' 'i know but I just feel rude for almost ditching them Darrel'

-to feel comfortable and stuff about all the noise, Darry would hold you hand and squeeze it

-he would wrap an arm around your shoulders or 

-wrap his hand around your waist

-dally would be a little pushy bc

-1 he's kind of an ass

-and 2 he needs to hear it from you and not Darry

-'oh yea she has-' 'darrel I didn't fucking ask you'

-darry would probably lecture Dal and hit his arm and chest when he was pushy or rude

-you would try to hold conversations, and Soda made that really easy bc he tries to understand everything

-and I feel like he's just a really good listener 

-you would probably click with Johnny bc you both are rather quiet

-if you like movies and books (ik as an introvert I do) Ponyboy and you would get along

-two-bit would make you laugh and get you comfortable around everyone with jokes

-steve, after getting a talking to, would be super kind, and ask you about interests

-if you like cars, he would literally love you

-dally would offer you a cigarette....and that's probably one of your few interactions

-'you want a cancer stick y/n' 'o-oh I'm ok thank you Dallas' 'just call me dally ok?'

-if you have a burning hate for socs, you and dally could be close over that

-two-bit and you might also SHARE jokes instead of him just telling them

-as you get comfy, Darry would slowly back away, and just let you do your thing

-he would answer less and less questions as the night goes on

-'you know y/n...I proud of you. For really talking and stuff. I love you, you know that? I think you'll get along with everyone just fine' 

-he would say as he grabs water from the kitchen, you following

-he would hug and kiss you too let you know it's all ok

-'ooohhh you guys kissed!' 

-soda would tease

-it would really only be cheek kisses though.

-after a little bit of Darry being further from you, he would walk back over an cuddle you

-'im really proud'

-he would say kissing your head

-johnny and you might bond over disliking socs and fights (if that's your opinion on that!)

-'yea...a few weeks ago fucking BOB gave this scar, I hate him' 'omg me too! He sucks, I hate his guts. The scar makes you look tuff though'

-darry would be super happy for you, and be smiling a lot

-'why are you so smiley baby?' 'nothing...just happy you're talking. You know, you find YOUR people and then you just start talking and rambling and stuff. It makes me happy'

I think that's it...sorry y'all. I might update it tho!

[taelovesjohnny]

Muted ( The Outsider) Chapter 11 The Devils House

millile's PoV

This house is so angry now. Ever since ally told the whole gang that it was dally who raped me, everybody has been so uptight, and i think the only one that really likes dally right now is Johnny. i think he wouldv'e been a good dude, but he raped me so, thats a big game changer, for sure. i was sitting on the couch, reading a book, something i rarley do. its just to get my mind off of the maddness. i think the boys thought that just because they know who raped me, will get me to open my mouth. i got big news, its never gonna happen!

" hey baby, wanna go with me, skinny dippin'?" two-bit joked. and though it was meant for me to get mad, and start yelling, soda beat me to it.

" what the hell, two-bit!!! shes my sister!!!! lay off!!" 

" Soda's right, if she dont wanna go out with you, thats final, sorry dude." steve butted in on our conversation.

" im never letting my sister date a foolless drunk, thats for sure, even if he's a buddy." this time it was ponyboy.

" smart ass i can date anyone i want. just watch me." two-bit grinned, as he came over to me. " may i have you, my lady?" 

i closed my book. oh this is gonna be fun. i gave two-bit my hand, and he yanked me up. he put his hands on my waist and started to lean in. two-bit was one of my bestie's. besides soda, two-bit was the next highest on my list. we knew eachother like an open book. he started kissing me roughly on my jaw bone. just then i heard the door slam. i looked over two-bit's shoulder to see dallas winston, staring at me with cold eyes. All the boys stood where they were, dumbfounded at what two-bit was doing. this was the most fun i was having in like forever. 

" i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you." two-bit was going mad. he knew i wanted to lighten things up, so before he started he gave me his " i'll do this if you let me, and i will not hurt you, but ill go to the extreme" look. and boy was he going to the extreme. his beer soaked breath soaked my face, as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. The whole gang started yelling at that point.

" Bro that was seriously not cool!!" steve shouted.

i kissed back. and i kept kissing back.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone." i looked at who said it, we all did, the boy who said it, was not  Sodapop, or Steve, or even Darry, It was Dallas. Dallas winston.

Dallas, pov.

I just came into the curtis house, hopefully to find a beer and make up for some of the shit that i have done to half of this gang. I went in with some very high hopes. but when i saw everybody looking in a direction that was not the direction of the tv i knew something was amiss. 

two-bit and Millie were kissing. I got kinda jealous, i mean. wait what. no. i did not just say that. i hadn't heard the girl talk since ive been with the gang. i think thats crazy, a girl like her, ought to have a ton to say.

she looked at me, those eyes impaled my thoughts. she looked at me with, i dont even know, was it savage, fear, anger, i dont know, but it sent me crazy. two-bit lingered at her face for one moment, and then kissed her on the lips, steve shouted something. and then she kissed back. wow.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone" I was shocked i said that, in front of the whole gang, but its true, i might have developed some feelings for her, ever since the first day i saw her. i thought she was beutiful. the whole gang looked at me.

" what, i'm pretty sure, you guys were all thinking it." i said, trying to cover up my story.

they did not look impressed. so i sat on the couch, and looked up at two-bit and millie. and smiled reclessely.

[tending-the-hearth]

Howdy! Could you write about Darry getting sick and needing to be hospitalized because he tries to “big-brother-power-through” it? Mans needs some rest and brother appreciation.

i am SO sorry this has sat in my submission box for ages and i'm just now getting to it 😭😭😭

Darry had felt it coming on.

It had started off as just a cough, a tickle in his throat that had him pausing to take a breath in the kitchen as he prepared for the day.

Sodapop's face immediately filled with concern when he heard the sound of his older brother coughing. "You feeling alright, Dar?"

"I'm okay, little buddy. Just a cough, that's it." Darry replied with a smile as he cleared his throat. He ignored Dally suspicious look, and ruffled Ponyboy's hair as he walked behind him, a genuine grin forming on his face as his youngest brother yelped and playfully hit his hand away.

Darry didn't have time to focus on himself.

Johnny was finally out of the hospital. Albeit, he was using a wheelchair, but he was out, and had moved into the Curtis house after his parents had all but abandoned him.

Dally's arm had finally recovered, and he had all but moved back into the Curtis house as well.

Things were peaceful, and Darry did not want to ruin the good times his family had finally fallen into.

Of course, that wishful thinking didn't keep his cough from worsening.

A few days later, after his cough had first begun, Darry woke up feeling as though he was dying. It was a fever, because of course it was, and it took him extra time to catch his breath as he stood up from the bed.

Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop had all gotten the concerned looks on their faces when he entered the kitchen, obviously noticing his dark circles, and the slight stumble of his steps.

"Darry, you shouldn't be going to work if you're not feeling great." Ponyboy said, and oh, how Darry loved his baby more than anything. His brothers were wonderful, and sweet, and the best part of his life, but they were more perceptive than anyone he had ever met.

He wrapped an arm around Ponyboy, squeezing him into his side. "I promise, I'm okay, baby. I'm just not sleeping too good."

Ponyboy leaned into him before sighing and stepping back, deciding that he was appeased by his brother's words.

Darry lasted all of two hours at work before it all hit him.

He lifted a bundle of roofing onto his shoulders, felt a wave of dizziness rush over him, and his vision went black.

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Darry woke up to the sound of voices.

"Bilbo knelt on one knee filled with sorrow. 'Farewell, King under the Mountain!' he said." Ponyboy's voice came from his bedside, and Darry kept his eyes closed a little bit longer, contentedly listening to his baby brother read to him. “'This is a bitter adventure, if it must end so; and not a mountain of gold can amend it. Yet I am glad that I have shared in your perils—that has been more than any Baggins deserves.'"

Tears welled in Darry's closed eyes as he listened.

Pop's favorite book series in the entire world had been "Lord of the Rings", and it had been a tradition that he'd read a chapter to the boys before going to bed each night.

Ma had eventually joined their tradition, and they had been making their way through "The Hobbit" when the accident had happened. None of the boys could muster up the ability to pick up the book and finish, but after the events of The Rumble, Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy had made an effort to get through a chapter each night together.

Darry couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer, and he opened them to see Ponyboy crouched in the chair beside his bed, the book propped open in his lap. Sodapop was sitting at the end of the bed, his eyes on Ponyboy as their youngest brother read.

"How much trouble am I in?" Darry rasped out, his voice rough from the amount of coughing he had been doing.

Immediately, Ponyboy stopped reading, and both his eyes and Sodapop's snapped to Darry.

"I told you not to go to work." Ponyboy said accusingly.

Darry mustered up a weak grin, and Sodapop reached out, smacking his leg. "Not funny, idiot." There was a glimmer of fear in his eyes. "The doctor said you have pneumonia. It should clear up in a few weeks, and you can leave the hospital in a few days. Your boss told us he's giving you the time off to get better."

Darry let out a sigh, sinking back into the bed, and looking around. "Where are the rest of the boys?"

Ponyboy marked his spot in the book with his finger. "Two-Bit and Steve are with Ace and Penny at the park. Johnny and Dal are down getting lunch for us."

"Dal's pissed to high heaven." Sodapop added helpfully, making Darry wince. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Ponyboy spoke up.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Oh, Darry hated the quiet hurt in his baby's voice.

The three brothers had made a pact, after The Rumble, that they wouldn't hide things from each other. It was what had caused so many issues before, and they didn't want that happening again.

Darry reached out, taking Ponyboy's hand that wasn't holding the book, and squeezing gently. "I'm sorry, Pony. Honestly, I didn't think it was anything. If I had felt worse, I would have told you, or I at least would have told Dally, I promise."

Ponyboy's hurt expression faded, and he nodded. Sodapop relaxed back at the end of the bed.

"Hurry up and get better, Dar. I hate this place." the middle brother said, and Darry grinned even wider at him, poking him with his foot, and laughing at the yelp.

He then moved, careful of the needle in his arm, and made a baby brother-shaped spot beside him on the hospital bed. Immediately, like the little leech he was, Ponyboy moved into the space, curling up in Darry's space, and reopening the book.

Darry wrapped an arm around Ponyboy's shoulders, and closed his eyes. He felt Sodapop's hand wrap around his ankle, and he relaxed as Ponyboy began to read.

“No!” said Thorin. “There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!”

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

i love your ponyboy pfp he looks like a baby eminem from when he had that blonde buzz cut 😭

for nicknames, this isn’t outsider themed and would be kinda weird but. 14/fourteen? 😭 bc i see your user all the time and the number is in there two times and i just associate it with your blog wkdhjsjdjdj

or just straight up pony. bc of the user & pfp combo. like yeah. that’s my buddy ponyboy presenting tonight live from tumblr!!!

(i’m sorry. i’m sleep deprived)

LMAOO thank you!!

ooo I actually really like both of those ideas!! i do the same thing where i just (in my mind) call people whatever's in their user lol

i'm gonna add both of those to my account and let people pick whichever one they want

thank you for sending in names!!

[spikedhe4rt]

Dallas Winston x Insecure!Plus!Reader

Word Count: 1824

Insecurities is basically all I'm made of, confidence had been one of the most foreign things to me my whole life. Most of my life I've been on the bigger side per-say or what my "better" twin sister says, fat. Her name is Iyana and she's considered "the perfect girl" in my family but I don't blame them she had everything, she was skinny and beautiful unlike me which they made sure to remind me of everyday no matter what since i was only 7. "You look like a pig eating that y/n" and "Stop eating the whole table of food y/n" is what my mom and dad said to me the day of grandma funeral at the repass. It made me cry even harder because it just reminded that my grandma was the only person who didn't comment on my weight and she was gone.

Years laters , I officially turned 18 and decided to run away to the town of Tulsa to escape my family, unfortunately I carried my insecurity and built up walls that seem like they could never be torn down. I found a job at the so-called dingo. It paid pretty well and i was able to find a small house. It was a rather quiet neighborhood apart from my next-door neighbors, The Curtis's. There was Sodapop, Ponyboy, and the eldest, Darry. I'd met them couple times and they've invited over for dinner but I've always declined because i hate people watching me eat. Even tho there was only the three boys living there, they always had 4 other boy basically living there also. There was Keith "Two-bit" Matthews, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, and the infamous Dallas Winston. I've met them multiple times also, Two was the funny one, Johnny is the shy one, Steve is the car one and Dallas is Dallas. They've always been pretty nice to me and all, asking me how I've been and occasionally flirting but I always brush it off because it's probably just for laughs.

Months later, I decided to grow a garden since nature has always been an enjoy for me. I watered my plants twice a week to keep them healthy. I woke up to find that it was one of the most hottest days in Tulsa, damn you heat waves. That meant that it was most likely for my plants to dry out which meant they needed to be watered. I put on my red floral sundress and hat to head outside.

When I was about half way done watering the garden I heard some of the boys coming down the sidewalk. I continued my business until I heard "Hey Ms.L/N" come from three boys, I turned and saw Dallas, Two-bit, and Johnny then I proceeded to reply "Hi boys." I went back to my plants and thats when i heard something strange come from the one and only Dallas Winston, "when you gonna let me fuck Ms.L/N" in a whisper that sounded almost purposely loud as hell. "What you say honey?" then he replied a loud nothing, and walked in the Curtis house. I shrugged, maybe i heard him wrong, I thought.

After weeks of playful banter and flirting, Dallas decided to ask me out, i was extremely skeptical because my weight and thought it was bet or something but he convinced me. Which is why months later were dating now. I was skeptical about dating someone like him because of who he is but he ended up having unexpected soft side to him. We decided to take things slow, which was cool at first but Im starting to get worried. Dallas started to get distant from me. Even after months of dating, we haven't had sex and it was all my fault, he tried a couple times but i just couldn't bring myself to do it, it wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Dallas or I didn't love him, I was just insecure about my body and what he would think of me.

I tried my best to ignore it but he got fed up and finally asked "are you not into me doll?" My eyes widened and I turned to him "of course I am baby, why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged and said "We haven't you know...and Im a little worried" At that point I started tear up a little "Woah woah whats wrong?" he asked with a worried look. "Im sorry I just think you'll hate what you see if we do. At that point he told me to get up and grabbed my hand. We walked to the mirror in my room and he stood behind me. He then started to drag his hands up and down my body saying things like "I love everything about you doll" "I love your thick thighs and your legs" "Your so beautiful, I want you so bad"

Everything he said made me grow wetter and all I wanted was him at this moment, nothing else.

*************SMUT WARNING*************

I turned around we began to kiss passionately for a few moments..."I think I'm ready Dally" He replied with a breathy ok and began to kiss down my neck and chest. I let out and small whimper

"Please Dally" I said

"Please what beautiful?" he asked in a seductive tone

"Please make love to me"

"Of course baby"

I shuddered as he started to pull my shirt over my head and kiss my breasts, leaving hickeys on the hot skin. He then reached down and started to fiddle with the lining of my shorts.

"Can I take these off y/n?"

"yes sir"

"holy shit say that again"

"yes sir" I repeated

Dallas leaned down and started to kiss down my stomach and thighs. I let out a small moan when he sucked a sweet spot on my thigh.

"Lay down"

I walked over to my bed and scooted up to the pillows at the top. Dallas then took off his shirt showing his bare chest and small happy trail. He walked over and pulled me to the edge. He spread my legs and ran his pointer finger over  over my underwear.

"Baby you're soaked, is this all for me?"

"yes sir" I said as I moaned

He let out a low groan and kneeled down. Dallas then pulled my underwear down snd started to leave hickeys on my inner thighs.

"What are you doing Dally?"

"Thats not my name doll"

"Sorry sir"

"Now, what I'm gonna do is eat this pretty pussy, is that ok baby?"

"yes sir" I whimpered

Dallas then started to suck my clit hitting all the right spots. I let out a loud moan and started to pant. He then licked down and pushed his tongue into my hole.

"Dallas!" I moaned

"You like that baby?"

"yes yes yes"

"you gonna cum on my tongue?"

"Yes sir"

He continued to thrust his tongue inside of me.  As much I love this man and didn't want him to suffocate, my thighs began clamp around his head as i came. I rode out my high and he came up with my arousal on his mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby" as the tears started to form

"Sorry for what?"  he asked breathing heavily

"My thighs almost killing you" I said not knowing if i should cry or laugh.

"Would have been one of the best ways to go out" he said smirking

I giggled

"Now come here doll"

He pulled me up and started to unclip my bra letting my breasts fall. He then started to kiss all over them and suck my nipples

"Oh Dallas" I moaned

"That feel good huh?"

"Mhm" I said as i bit my lip

Dallas then stepped away to take off his pants and underwear to reveal his hard-on. I then reached to find condom but had no luck.

"Baby I don't have protection"

"I do in my drawer but I don't think we need it just yet"

"What?"

"Shh just lay down for me"

"You don't have too doll"

"Its ok I want to"

I kneeled down and wrapped my hand around his dick, starting to glide it up and down. He let out a low moan. I then took his tip in my mouth running my tongue along the slit and sucking. I then lowered my head to take him fully, lips and nose touching the base. He bucked his hips up making me gag a little.

"Yes take me down your throat baby"

"You love this dick don't you"

"yes dally"

"can I fuck your pretty mouth baby?"

"Yes"

He then lightly tugged my hair to make take his dick fully down my throat. Dallas began to thrust roughly into my mouth. He let out the most low groan and moans. He then said...

"Where do you want it?"

"Down my throat Dallas please"

Dallas then continued his thrusts in my mouth.  After a couple moments, i felt him twitch in my mouth and then I felt him cum down my throat.

"That was amazing doll"

"Thank you dally"

Dallas pulled me up from my knees and pushed me face first onto the bed. He then pulled my ass up so that I was arching. He began to rub his tip against my clit down to my whole mixing his precum with my arousal.

"you ready for this dick y/n"

"Yes Dallas!"

"say it baby"

"I'm ready for your dick" I said voice muffled by the bedding.

Dallas reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He then slowly slipped into my pussy, we both moan in pleasure as he starts to thrust slowly.

"Dallas!"

"You like that?"

"Yes harder please" I moaned in response

Dallas started to thrust hard into me as he moaned. I felt like I was in heaven with the pleasure I was receiving. My eyes started to droop and i start to drool a little. I felt like i was on cloud nine, clenching around Dallas with almost every thrust.

"You going dumb already babydoll?"

"Mhm"

"You gonna cum all over me?"

"yes dally" i spoke lowly

He then reached forward to rub my clit in fast and harsh circular motions. I cried out in massive pleasure. My legs began to shake and I clenched hard as I came, I rode out my high as Dallas's was approaching. He continued his thrusts as I started to feel that overstimulated feeling. He slowed his thrusts as they became sloppier and he came into the condom. He pulled out and disposed of the condom, then flopping onto the bed.

"Hows that for a first time doll?"

"You were so good Dallas" I said out of breath.

"That was all you baby, you were such a good girl"

"I love you Dallas"

"I love you too doll"

[THE END]

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[greeksorceress]

Could I have an outsiders ship pls? Physically: female, dark brown curly hair, 5’4, thin but athletic body type, blue fox-like eyes, Caucasian, sharp cheekbones and jawline, come from an Italian and German family. Personality: INTJ, determined, health Queen, loves fashion, and shopping, feisty, reserved, “intimidating”, has a rbf, a bit uptight, good grades, sarcastic and witty, responsible, dresses in dark/neutral colors but in a chic way lol, would be a soc but not hang out w them. Ty<3

oh gosh baby! i'm sorry it took me this long to reply. it's been three days since i tested positive for covid and my body and mind have been turning themselves on and off irregularly, so it's taking me a lot to check my messages... but i'm here now! <3

this was so lovely! you sound like a very lovely, interesting person and honestly i can think of more than one of the boys having a crush on you! i think two-bit would feel physically attracted to you, and that soda would love how you dress and how healthy you are... and i think that darry would probably appreciate your kind of personality and how smart you are, oh dear architect, but i honestly think that, overall, your perfect ship would actually be one ponyboy curtis!

pony runs for track as a school activity and you are a health queen with an athletic body, so i feel like he would be interested in practicing sports together so you can both help each other to keep healthy and have fun while doing so. you would run through parks as if they were track fields and will go jogging all over the neighborhood, pushing and pulling at each jokingly, and sending shy, playful smiles to each other during it all.

i also think that he would be so interested in your heritage. he would ask you so many questions about your relatives and he would want to know if you can speak german or italian, and if you say you do, he would be so up for you to teach him how to say a few things here or there. his personal goal would include being able to talk to your parents using the language of your ancestors.

your personality is one of the things that attracts him the most, and he would find you mysterious and daring and smart and hard-working, which are his favorite characteristics in the world, so he would be completely smitten with you from day one. he would not be intimidated by the rbf, he would even find it amusing and would joke about it.

fashion is a kind of art, he would gladly go with you shopping and try to understand what is exactly what you prefer about fashion so he can compare notes with himself later. this would lead to an exchange of opinions, ad he would always ask you if you have liked this movie or read that other book. debates about the things you like are always on the menu and you both love that.

sarcasm and wittiness is probably the first thing that ponyboy noticed about you and he loved it. he feels it translates into how smart you are.

your dates would be epic; pony would never have enough with the typical ones in the park or in a café, and he would always try to do surprising things like picnics in the middle of the forest surrounded by little lights and books or taking you to a cliff so you can jump together into the lake.

he would always pick you up from whenever you are, specially if you're in school. if he's not in school that day or has already finished, he will still jump over the fence and go see you.

would completely, absolutely, feel embarrassed in front of his brothers 'cause they would have no mercy on him and would tease him about you and about how much of a goner he is, but it's all so endearing that you just watch and smile sweetly at him while he whines at his brothers.

sharing food is a yes, specially if it's something he knows you like a lot.

will tell you how pretty you like every single day.

doesn't mind hanging round with your friends, he basically becomes the group's boyfriend at some point.

has already written a poem about your blue eyes but you don't need to know that.

holds your hand everywhere, and brings your knuckles to his mouth to kiss them whenever you're distracted or serious.

café dates, library dates, cinema dates... those are his top 3 of normal dates when you have them.

calls you by a diminutive of your name, and sometimes, he says things like honey or darling.

late nights staying up together to watch the stars and see everything happen, from the sunset to the breaking dawn.

calls you his lucky charm.

and many, many more <3

so, here it is! sorry for taking so long, i hope you liked this <333

[somehwere-between]

Memph!!! So, I’m not sure I guessed correctly but it made me very happy to try! I think you’re… maybe… a Virgo? I’m not sure here because I was thinking about Capricorn too but yeah! I will go with Virgo! Virgos are kind, honest, smart, hardworking, stubborn, calm and collected, logical and studious and I think them all fit with you so much!!!!! Virgos biggest flaw can be the lack of patience, but it also means you’re very excited and looking forward to many things! Virgos sometimes find it difficult to speak their minds or tell how they feel, sometimes they feel like they struggle for words, but they also love a good debate and giving and receiving opinions about matters of interest! Virgos like animals and music above all things an di do think this fits with you too because I remember your baby dog and your unmatched music taste and I’m <33 Virgos are known for being reliable and practical too! They are also perfectionist and have high standards and demand a lot from themselves! They set themselves high standards and stick to them! I remember you’re a brilliant student so… <333 A key trait in the personality of a Virgo is loyalty!!! Virgos are kind, generous and sensitive souls. They have a deep need to be of service to others and will always be there for someone they care about! You’re always giving all of us so much love and support Memph, you’re the literal light of our days! <333 I also read Virgos often match a lot with Taurus’ energy and Liv is a Taurus so <33 oh, virgos are over-thinkers sometimes and Virgo can be very prone to anxiety :((  Virgos possess great organization skills and creativity! AND Virgos are very honest too!!! I think you’re wonderful and I love you lots! I don’t know if I got all of this right but… <3

NOW! Characters for you! I say Ponyboy Curtis, Peter Parker, Eddie Kaspbrak, Sally (Nightmare before Christmas), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Rachel Greene (Friends), Hiccup (How to train your dragon) and Jaskier (the witcher) <3333

I ADORE YOU BBY

(I'm sorry for the typos, it's 3am here and my brain is x <3)

ALICE ILY 🤍🤍

I’m actually a Sagittarius! (December 6th bday) But this all seems very accurate! Probably more accurate than my sun sign, I won’t lie, but I know very little about Sagittariuses (is that a word?).

The characters, and description, I think are spot-on! It’s the autism and nerdiness probably <3

Love you, thank you for your words! I’m tempted to print this out, I can’t lie.

[prettypinky]

𝔸 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤.

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It was 1 am.

I couldn't sleep.

I never could when I was worried. Worried about my brother no less.

The night was peaceful but my eyes and brain failed to shut down for the night so I did the same thing I always did when I couldn't sleep, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. It always helped calm my nerves down when I was feeling antsy. And boy did I need one now.

My older brother, Darry, was quiet and sound asleep, much like the house. Not even his usual snores could be heard. And my kid brother, Sodapop, was probably off on some rodeo or drag race of some sort with his best buddy Steve. It was a Friday night and those two always seem to go somewhere on Friday nights so who knew where those boys were off to right now. Their absences only made the house seem quieter. And lastly, my youngest kid brother, Ponyboy was asleep in his room, quiet like the night. Well, I say quiet but if I'm being honest the night itself is actually pretty loud tonight. A thunderstorm was passing by, loud as ever, so the only audible sounds came from outside, the booming thunder and rain showers.

Personally, I liked the weather but most importantly, I liked listening to the weather.

Many would find this type of weather frightening or unpleasant but not me. I loved it.

So I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my ears take in the rough sound of the pitter-patter of the heavy rain, as well as the roaring thunder that accompanied the precipitation as a light smile spread across my face.

I truly cherished moments like this and they were quite rare considering I lived in a household mostly filled with boys with a rowdy demeanor that tuned out the soothing dripping rain and roaring thunder.

I sighed, washing my glass in the kitchen sink and making my way to the corridor my room was in. As I headed there I heard the faint sound of muffled whispers and bedsheets shuffling coming from my right. Turning, I came face-to-face with the wooden door and thin walls of Sodapop's and Ponyboy's shared bedroom. Curious, I set my hand on the doorknob and gently creaked the door open. As I did, light from the thunder came in the room through the window and shone across Ponyboy's face. That's when my heart stopped.

Ponyboy was kicking madly, his eyebrows furrowed, there were tears streaming down his face too. Not only that but he was muttering words I didn't quite catch. But for those short seconds I stood there, his mutterings grew progressively loud,

"Darry?! Soda?! Y/n! No! Please don't leave me!" He was practically yelling at this point. It was a mystery why Darry wasn't up by now.

I quickly rushed to his side, gently shaking him as I tried to hush his pleas, "Shhh, honey, wake up, I'm here, it's okay,"

Just then, a huge clap of thunder erupted. Ponyboy's eyes shot open and quickly sat up as he began to desperately gasp for air. His eyes were darting around the room like crazy, disoriented.

"Y/n!" He managed to choke out, immediately attaching himself on to me.

Another nightmare.

“I’m right here Pony.” I hushed him, wrapping his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I sat there with him patting his back as he bawled his eyes out. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body.

He'd never admit it due to the fact he turned 14 about a month ago but he will forever be our worrier and as he is the baby of the family the important thing was for us; Darry, Soda and I, to protect him.

He doesn't deserve to go through something like this, he's just a kid, I thought.

But we couldn't always protect him from the nightmares. And it killed me.

They began not too long after Mom and Dad died in the car crash last year. We were all crushed by the news and it changed us a lot but we all knew it affected Ponyboy the most.

You see, Ponyboy is different than most kids his age, he's like a small innocent puppy. A huge dreamer. He digs movies and books in a special way, a way that only a few of us understand. He sees the beauty in everything he looks at and knows there's good in this world. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he's too sweet for his own good.

Don't get me wrong though, he can be pretty mean in a rumble, but that never stopped him from being soft. Even if he refused to believe it.

Eventually, his sobs died down. He hadn't stopped crying but he was quiet so I took that as a signal to continue, “Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset him furthermore.

He nodded slowly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I-I dreamt that you..." He pulled away from my embrace, now facing me with blood shot eyes. "You died."

"Pones..."

"Not just you but Darry and Soda too." I could tell that he was starting to choke up with emotion, "A-and you all left me..." By the end of this, his face was almost entirely covered in red and pink splotches and his eyes began to water again with unshed tears, I wrapped him in my arms and began to rock on my sides as I stroked his reddish-brown hair out of his face.

“Oh my sweet boy," I sighed, tucking him tighter against my body protectively. “I’m so so sorry baby that you have to go through this but you have to know that that was all a dream. Okay?”

"I'm scared though..." He trailed off, hiccuping before his eyes darted downward, expression doubtful and I could tell he was about to burst out in tears again. "I'm scared you'll leave me like Mom and Dad left us,"

I froze at that. How could Ponyboy even think of something like that?

"Hey, hey, hey," I began, swiping at a tear that had made it's way down to his cheek, "No one's leaving no one."

I opened my arms to him once more as an invitation which Pony accepted in a heartbeat and rested against my chest once more, arms encircling me tightly and head resting under the tip of my chin.

"I know..." he let out a tired sigh, and I began to rub his back slowly as I felt his tears begin to soak through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. "It just..." He trailed off, unable to find the word that best fit the ending to his sentence,

"Hurts," I supplied quietly. Pony nodded against my chest and sniffled. I pressed my cheek to the crown of his head, leaving a soft kiss in my wake before pulling back from his embrace and taking his face in my hands. I bored my own gaze into his puffy, reddened eyes and rubbed small circles over his still tense jawline.

"Pone, there is nothing that I can say or do that'll make the pain go away, not completely anyways, and for that I'm so sorry. But what I can tell you is how incredibly proud I am of you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, because you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I have or will ever have met. You take so much on your shoulders everyday that I can't even begin to imagine what you go through everyday and you're right. It does suck sometimes, but everything will be alright because you'll always have me, Darry and Soda to count on."

Ponyboy's eyes never left mine as I spoke, and though he had stopped crying now, there were still visible tear tracks marring the soft skin of his cheeks. He didn't hesitate long after I finished speaking, placing his arms roughly around me and closing the small gap between our bodies in a warm hug. He nuzzled his face immediately against my chest, moving with an urgency that took me by surprise but I returned the gesture nevertheless.

"Thank you y/n."

"Anytime, Pones." I offered a smile, "Alright but we really should be sleeping now, it's almost 2 a.m. kiddo."

He smiled as we both lay back down on the bed, his body close to mine as we shut our eyes and finally fell asleep.

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