#steve parry

[metal-sludge]

You really knock me out, 'cause you're a hot rock; A number in my book of dreams.

HEAVENS EDGE | Skin to Skin (1990)

[racetrackhigginsscigar]

dare i say paul and darry

[im-normal-about-everything]

"Love was the law and religion was taught"

Paul and Darry stopped talking for seemingly no reason. Only the two of them know why.

Dally lost it after Johnny died, he couldn't live without him.

Soda and Steve hang around the DX during their free time, their safe space, away from the gang and other people.

Two-Bit watches from afar as Darry gets close with Paul, loses him, and then isolates himself. Two-Bit knows, but he can't seem to bring it up.

Pony knows he's always been different from other greasers. He's always enjoyed the more 'feminine' activities and he's always stared at the male actors too long.

"I'm not bought"

They all fought for each other, no matter the context of their relationship.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Ponyboy being oblivious to how Not Straight his relationship with Johnny and his feelings for Johnny are, because he’s seen Soda with Steve and Darry with Paul and thinks that’s just how guys are with their best buddies.

[that-one-english-nerd]

outsiders rare pairs hit DIFFERENT. like, have i always been a multi-shipper? yes, but i’ve reached a new level with this fandom‼️

[ranx0]

Holy shit why was I just laughed at for saying I shipped STEVEPOP OF ALL THINGS and PARRY. What the FUCK. They didn’t even know parry existed apparently too…

[mister-mickey]

And part two of the descendants doodles! These are just silly representations of what made them want to stay in auradon

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Parry but thwh fell out aftee darry and him had a fight because he laughed at some kids, KID Greasers jumping, (he laugher out of awkwardness) and darry took it as a sign he though it was ok and processed it as a threat ti the gang ESPECIALLY Ponyboy.

They fought alot. It was scary because Both Soda and Pony where homd, and classes and plates got broke, shattered, and lots if door slammimg and threats where thrown at each other. Things where said to a point

darry cried.

Hm, ok, so this isn't EXACTLY this but I saw this ask and my brain was like minific! so...minific. Hope you like it!

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“I’m telling you man,” Paul is saying, “the giants have got it in the bag this year, have you seen their defense?”

“No way,” Darry shakes his head, “the Bears are consistent and they’ve got Wade as QB, no way they aren’t taking the superbowl.”

“Wade is fine but he’s not better than-”

He’s cut off by the door slamming open. Normally Darry would have half a mind to yell at whoever slammed it because mom always blamed him and Two for it when Steve and Pony were the biggest culprits, but any thoughts of teasing are forgotten as Steve sprints down the hall without even a hello, Soda right on his heels. Darry’s used to the gang bursting in at all hours of the day and night, it’s how their house works, but something about this feels off. His suspicions are confirmed when Steve hurtles back out again a second later holding the first aid kit. 

“Whoa!” Darry grabs Soda’s shoulder before he can follow, pulling him to a stop, “what’s going’ on?”

“Joey Dubois got jumped,” Soda gasps out, chest heaving, “it’s pretty bad.”

“Aaron’s kid brother?” Darry’s heart drops, “But…but he’s ten!”

“Yeah,” Soda’s grim, “I know.”

“You need any help?”

“Nah. Pony’s sittin’ with him right now, and between Dally and Tim Shepard we got enough muscle keepin’ Aaron from doin’ something he’ll regret. ‘Sides,” Soda shoots a cold glare at Paul, “your buddy here shows his face and he’ll probably lose some teeth. Aaron’s gang is out for blood.”

He claps Darry on the shoulder and then he’s gone, jumping off the porch steps and running after Steve.

“Shit,” Darry sinks into a chair, previous conversation forgotten, and buries his head in his hands. Joey Dubois. He can see the kid in his head, a little guy with a mop of dark curls and a grin that spelled trouble. Him and Pony buddied it around sometimes, and Darry had always thought it was funny when his own kid brother would complain about having to put up with Joey always following him around. Lord knew Pony followed him and Johnny and Soda around the same way. The thought of the bright eyed kid being jumped nearly made Darry sick. He was hardly the first real little kid to ever be jumped in their neighbourhood, and wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t make it any easier to stomach.

“So anyway,” Paul says, like Soda hadn’t just interrupted and told them about a literal child being jumped, “Wade isn’t as good a kicker as Tittle–”

“--Paul” Darry grits through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to talk about football right now.”

“What?” Paul scoffs a little, “why?”

“Did you not hear what Soda just said?”

“Some kid got jumped. So what? Happens all the time."

“He’s ten.”

“Dar,” Paul laughs a little, “it’s not a big deal. Yeah he’s ten but so what? He was probably asking for it.”

Darry's jaw tightens..

Usually, his friendship with Paul is easy. They get along better than Darry gets along with just about anyone, they have the same interests, share the same sense of humour and the same desperation to get out of Tulsa Oklahoma no matter what it takes. Sometimes their friendship is so easy that Darry forgets what Paul is, forgets where he comes from. 

Paul Holden is a west side elite, as soc as it gets. And sometimes, like right now, he’s so fucking patronizing Darry could smack him. 

Say what you want about him, but Darry Curtis is not stupid, nor is he naive. He’s seen things on the east side that Paul could only dream of, for all he pretends to be normal, comes to their house and bums around the east side like an actor in a movie, looks at Darry’s world,  his friends and his family like they’re an intriguing thought experiment instead of Darry’s very real life. And people can think what they want about him but Darry Curtis is not ashamed of where he comes from. There’s a lot of shitty things about the east side, but there’s a lot of good people here too, and Paul doesn’t get to sit there in his letterman jacket with his madras shirt and act like Darry reacting to a ten year old kid getting jumped is some crazy, childish thing. 

“You do realize,” he can hear his voice rising, “that my own baby brother is only twelve, right? And that the only difference between him and Joey is luck? I know you have no skin in this game so you don’t give a flying fuck about anything, but you could at least pretend to care.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” Darry demands, “Like someone who cares about little kids getting hurt in my own fucking neighbourhood?”

“Like you’re a fucking greaser!” Pauls bursts out, and then suddenly it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Darry recovers first.

“Get out.”

“Darry-”

“I said get out.” 

“Darry I’m sorry I-”

“No,” Darry advances on him, trying so hard to control his temper he’s literally shaking, “no you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to come here, to my house, in my neighbourhood, meet all my friends and my family, and then look down on me for it like I’m some sort of trash.”

“I didn’t mean it,” Paul begs, “I-”

“Yes you did,” Darry cuts him off. He can feel hot tears welling, the way they always do when he’s so furious it’s hard to think, but he forces them back, “you meant it, and I’m fucking glad you did because guess what? I am a greaser, and I wear that title like a badge of honour ‘cause at least it means I ain’t nothin’ like you!”

“You didn’t seem to want that title when I gave you that shirt did you?” Paul spits back, moved to anger himself. Good. Darry can face Paul's anger a lot easier than his repentance. “Or when you started hanging out with me and the rest of the guys from the football team, or when Tammy Crenshaw asked you to Sadie Hawkins!”

“Whatever,” Darry sneers, “I thought you were better than this but once an asshole always an asshole, huh? I can’t believe I thought you changed. You’re the same shallow, entitled, socy asshole you were back in ninth grade.”

“Fuck you!”

“Get outta my house,” Darry shoves him, hard, “and don’t ever fucking come back. I never wanna see you again.”

“Go to hell!” Paul storms down the steps, “and hey, tell that kid brother of yours to watch his back. Since you apparently think I’m such a piece of shit, I might as well prove it.”

The words hang heavy in the air. For a second, Darry almost can’t understand them strung together like that, the threat almost ludicrous coming from someone he’d considered one of his best friends, the only guy from his circle of west side football buddies he’s ever allowed into his house, ever introduced his family to. For all they’re arguing in this second, for all Darry doesn’t know if he could ever forgive him for his words and his cavalier attitude, he’d never believe Paul capable of doing something like that, of hurting his brother.

But Paul just said it. And Paul Holden never says anything he doesn’t completely mean.

Darry sees red.

The next thing he knows the skin of his knuckles is splitting against Paul’s nose and he’s screaming louder than he can remember screaming in a long time.

“You touch either one of them and I’ll kill you! You hear me? I’ll fucking kill you!”

He doesn’t realize he’s got Paul by the collar of his shirt until he feels multiple pairs of hands yanking him back, someone else tearing Paul away from him.

“That’s enough,” Soda’s back. He shoves Paul, lighter than Darry had but enough that it’s clear he means it, “you better get outta here Holden. Looks like you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

Paul spits at his feet. 

“You better watch your back Curtis.”

Soda’s eyes flash. He’s only fourteen but he’s grown half a foot this summer alone, and right now he looks nothing but tough, cold and fierce.

“Unlike you I’ve got six buddies to watch it for me, so I think you’d better watch your back pal.”

The hands holding Darry release him, Steve moving to flank Soda, Dally and Ponyboy on either side of him, all of them- even twelve year old Pony- just a little in front of Darry.

“Beat it Holden,” Steve tells Paul in that low, deadly voice he only uses when he’s real mad, the one that’s ten times scarier than any of his hollering, “if we have to ask again we won’t be so polite.”

Paul's last glare is cutting but he leaves, eyes like quicksilver as he turns away, and Darry finds himself hoping he’ll run into Aaron Dubois or his gang on his way back to the west side. 

When he's out of sight Dally spits on the ground and lights a cigarette, eyes cold and dangerous.

“C’mon, Dar,” Soda claps him on the shoulder, his smile only a little dimmer than usual, “Johnny and Two went to go see if they could russell up a car for the drag race tonight, and you know mom won’t let Pony watch unless you come with us.”

Darry follows his friends- his real friends- down the street, ruffles his brothers’ hair, and quietly mourns a person he thought he knew.

None of the gang ask what happened, not even Ponyboy. Darry doesn’t tell them, and if he sniffles a bit on the walk to the old rodeo grounds where the race is taking place, well, at least he's quiet enough that no one could possibly notice.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

i was wondering why this sudden parry uprise in the fandom felt so eerily familiar and then i realized. stevepop. parry is literally the new stevepop.

[kitsunetsuki]

Steve Hiett - Outfit by Gigi Parry (Linea Italiana 1980)

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

Guys, what if i posted the idea of a Parry AU semi based off Crazy Rich Asians (Paul comes from a super rich and traditional family who doesn’t want him dating a working class poor man who’s ambitions don’t line up with theirs) . And it has all the Parry drama and stuff where Paul has somehow been hiding how insanely rich he is and Darry is pissed he was never told what he was getting into.

For extra flavor, side plot where Steve is Paul’s cousin and meets Soda when Darry goes to meet Paul’s family (he refused to leave his brothers behind). And Steve is trying not to get too close to Soda because he sees how awful his family is treating Darry and knows it would be as bad and if not worse for Soda.

[a-drewid]

And what if I wrote an outsiders au where Paul doesn’t suck and I give parry a happy ending? What then?

[racetrackhigginsscigar]

this is actually killing me

[illfoldthelaundry]

Ok I need you to spit yer shit my my good pall

I LOOROOROEOEOVVE thinking about how atleeast the older members of the gang for shipping considered Ponyboy like there kid, or a practice kid.

Expect for Darry bc well, that man is legally his child now, so he's used to It. Darry made him and Paul do all theses father and son bonding activities (Paul made him do sports, which he didn't mind, and Pony made him read which Paul hated bro.)

YES YES YESSS

like once pony gets older and him and steve finally start to get along (it happens trust), he hangs out w steve and soda SO MUCH

of course marbit because duh

like he is just the gangs kid no joke

(it all started because darry got a little worried about soda being one on one with sandy/anybody and he sent pony along to “supervise”)

[wassupmygays]

in the choreo of Tulsa '67, theres a part where the soc boys and the greasers pair up and do a little fight move ("in a town thats torn in two" is the lyric during this)

and i just thought yall should know that soda and paul are paired together for that

[your-unfriendlyghost]

New fic: Ponyboy has a bad time

but it’s okay dw it ends decent i promise

This one’s technically a part of my Ao3 series “Oh Brother Where Art Thou”, a fic about Soda and Steve trying to get home from Vietnam- but the main focus here is Ponyboy. And Mark Jennings, actually. I intended for Mark to just be a quick cameo, but idk I guess I kinda like him more than I thought, cos he is solidly a deuteragonist here.

It takes place during and in the month that leads up to the dance in That Was Then, This is Now. Ponyboy’s got a lot on his plate, between stressing about Soda, getting in trouble at school and in town, trying and failing to ask out Cathy Carlson, trying not to disappoint Darry, and just generally feeling alone. Mark’s his best buddy, but Mark’s best buddy is Bryon…It all comes to a head at a horrible school dance that’s totally not based on true events.

Then Steve Randle, a man who he thought was dead, shows up and saves him

Ao3 summary:

“I’m dreamin’, ain’t I?” Pony says softly. “You- you ain’t here for real, right?! You’re- you’re dead-” Steve shrugs, looking a little uncomfortable. “Naw…this is all flesh and blood, man,” he says, attempting something like a smile, as if he’s trying to make a joke. “I just…took my time, y’know, before comin’ back here…” he trails off, eyes narrowing. “But what the hell are you doin’ out here?” He steps forward, limping on his crutches, and shoves Ponyboy aside to look at the car. “And what the hell did ya do to my baby?” he groans, glaring at Pony over his shoulder. — Or: Ponyboy’s life has sucked a lot for the past three years, but this week it’s been especially lousy. After Mark gets beat up standing up for him, Pony’s just about ready to make some really bad choices…but when he’s at the lowest point he can get to, an old friend comes back from the dead to bail him out.

(here’s the next part @cherrycolacowboy fyi!! Ik it took a hot minute but it’s here now dw :))