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callme-holly · 2 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could please do the outsiders gang with a little Curtis sister!reader? Like readers a year younger than ponyboy? Also can it be hc’s please?

'𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫' [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhhh, i literally love this concept so much. Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 671 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none!!

The gang are so protective of you oh my god

You may only be a year younger than Pony but they will still bend over backwards to ensure that you are safe.

You are Darry’s whole world. He cares about you so much that it’s almost suffocating. If anything happens to you, you best believe he is sticking up for you in a heartbeat.

Sometimes it can get a little frustrating. The boys will baby you and you will have to stand your ground when they get a little too much.

You are never allowed to walk home alone, and I mean never. There will always be someone there to walk you to and from wherever it is you need to go. It’s dangerous out there and they will not risk you being jumped.

Speaking of which, if you did ever happen to get jumped, the gang is by your side in seconds. Dallas, Steve, and Darry will literally put someone in the hospital for you if need be.

You give the boys a run for their money. If they get put on “baby-sitting” duty you show them pretty quickly that you don’t need looking after.

Sodapop is your best friend and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s that person you can go to when you’ve got a problem and actually feel comforted afterwards. He’ll take you to the DX with him and let you help out as well as letting you take whatever you want from the store. Steve doesn’t really like it (he’s jealous that you’re stealing away his best friend) but he warms up to you being around after a while.

Going to the movies with Ponyboy and hanging out in the lot with him and Johnny after!!

If you think Darry is hard on Pony, just wait until you get home a few minutes past curfew. He will go mental. Like I said, he cares a whole lot about you and isn’t gonna have your future wasted. Sure, he has near impossible expectations for you a lot of the time, but just talk to him and he’ll try to go easy.

The other kids at school hardly ever mess with you. They’ve seen how scary your brothers and the rest of the gang are and they really aren’t looking to be spending their days in hospital.

If you’re struggling in classes, Pony will drop everything to help you out. You will both sit and study until Darry is on your ass about getting to bed.

Sometimes the gang can be a little too protective. It’s suffocating having to have someone with you everywhere you go and while they mean well you have had multiple arguments with them about how you can take care of yourself.

Dallas has definitely taught you how to fight, much to Darry’s dismay. You need to be able to hold your own and Dallas is going to teach you everything he’s learnt during his time on the streets.

Two-bit is the go to “baby-sitter”. He’s more than happy to go anywhere you want and he actually lets you have some form of freedom. Maybe that’s because he himself has the mentality of a small child but regardless, if Darry wants someone to look after you, make sure you request Two-bit.

Johnny loves spending time with you. You’re calm and someone he can talk to when he needs to. When he stays over some nights, you will sit up with him and Pony and talk until the sun comes up.

At first, Steve didn’t like you. He genuinely believed you were going to steal Sodapop away from him and hated when you came along to the DX. He doesn’t care if you’re a year younger than Pony, you’re still a kid in his eyes, and he’ll treat you as such. After a while though, he starts to warm up to you, you’re his best friend’s little sibling after all.

Needless to say, the whole gang loves you and would do anything for you <333

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #dallas winston #johnny cade #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

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alittlebitofloveliness · 20 days

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Angsty Post Outsiders Headcanons

-Ponyboy gets real cuddly for a while, but Darry and Soda don’t mind because it’s kind of nice their kid brother is still a kid, even though he’s grown up a lot. Darry in particular will just sit with Pony on the couch with an arm around his shoulders, and it helps keep Pony grounded

-For a while, none of the gang can stand to say either Johnny or Dally’s names, because whenever they get brought up Pony goes completely blank, Darry’s eyes get cold, Soda tears up, Steve picks a fight, and Two-bit goes out drinking

-The long term effects from Ponyboy’s concussion leave him with balance issues, blurry vision, and dizzy spells for a while. It has Darry terrified about the possibility of him having long term brain damage and has Pony really stressed. Soda doesnt know what to do so he just pretends everything is fine, but his positivity is so false he cant even fool himself

-The first time Ponyboy voluntarily leaves the house after everything is when Curly Shepard gets out of the reformatory and shows up on the Curtis’ porch looking for him. A bit of the spark has returned to Ponyboy’s eye when he gets back that night and because of that Darry can’t really hate Curly Shepard as much as he wants to. Sodapop loathes the kid enough for both of them anyhow

-Steve notices Dally’s absence the most whenever he’s stealing cars because Dal used to know where the best places to drive them and then drop them without being noticed by the fuzz

-Sodapop is super wary of girls after Sandy, and Steve hates that he’s secretly happy about it because even though they get to spend a lot more time together now, Sodapop is clearly still heartbroken

-Curly Shepard has always liked booze a little too much, and even though Ponyboy doesn’t like the taste he quickly learns to like the feeling of being drunk and not having to think about Johnny or Dal. Surprisingly, Two-bit is the one to shake some sense into him after everyone else was unsuccessful

-Steve starts playing music real loud all the time and no one gets why. (He does it because everything is so quiet all the time without Dal causing trouble and Johnny and Ponyboy always muttering to each other and snickering)

-Steve was the first person in the gang to find out about Curly and Ponyboy being a couple when he walked in on them cuddling one day. They don’t notice him and he didn’t tell anyone, not even Soda, because if what happened to Johnny and Dally taught him anything it’s that rash actions and loose lips have a cost he isn’t willing to pay

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #johnny cade #dallas winston

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 17 days

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The gang walking in on you changing

A little nsfw! (Not really but implication)

Ponyboy Curtis

-so embarrassed fr

-he slaps his palm over his face, standing there looking like a fish with that mouth open

-walks out backwards and closes the door

-doesn’t peek

-when he gets out of the room he does slightly blush at what he remembers seeing

-“C-Christ y/n there is such thing as locks yk”

Johnny Cade

-so apologetic

-“Golly y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were- uh- I’m sorry, real sorry”

-he stares at your eyes when apologizing, not glancing down once

-when he realizes he’s still staring at you when apologizing he immediately leaves

-his face is so red it’s not even funny

-he gets the most flustered besides pony

Sodapop Curtis

-he would definitely look you up and down

-nod in approval

-grin smugly

-“lookin good, y/n”

-and leave

Darry Curtis

-he looks like a deer in headlights

-he just stands there dumbfounded

-“Are you going to… go?”

-“Right. Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

-closed the door quickly and grumbles “y/n… leaving the damn door unlocked…”

-debates opening it for a small peek but decides against it, he’s supposed to be the mature one

-not some desperate boy

Dallas Winston

-pervert

-smirks and closes the door behind him

-“Need some company?”

-“Get out, Dal.”

-*puts his hands up* “Fine, alright alright”

-before he leaves he takes one last good look

-he’s saving that image fs for uhm…. Later uses

-“But, if you ever wanna hook up y/n-“

-“Dal I said get out!”

-you’d have to essentially push him out of the room

-*as you push him out* “You’re a doll, y/n!”

Two Bit Matthews

-a low whistle would come outta this one’s mouth istg

-would fs smirk and look you up and down

-“Hey by the way, locks were invented for a reason sweetheart.”

-would leave very slowly, closing the door at a snails pace with a shit eating grin

-would crack jokes about it to you for the rest of the day

Steve Randle

-raises his eyebrows

-crosses his arms

-“y/n there’s this crazy thing called locking the door ever heard of it?”

-sneakily pretends like he didn’t glance at you a few times before closing the door

-when it’s fully closed he smirks to himself, he’d need a peice of that sometime

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Because there’s a pretty small cast of characters for The Outsiders, I tried to cover quite a few of the major characters when smutting it up! I used this prompt here and hope you lovely readers enjoy!

Our characters are playing strip poker and they’re both down to their underwear. How would the character react to seeing you just played the winning hand?

Ponyboy

Pony’s actually pretty against playing strip poker. Even the very idea of it embarrasses him. He protests at first but in the end, he finds it hard to refuse you and the hands go by, him resolutely staring at his cards, trying so hard to resist the temptation to greedily drink in the sight of each new exposed body part you show to him. He manages pretty well but you can’t help but notice his gaze on you every now and then, can see the blush on his face and how red the tips of his ears are, to say nothing of how hard he’s getting. He won’t even manage to get to the last hand. It’s the second to last hand when your bra comes off and you remove it so slowly that he knows you’re enjoying this, teasing him with it and he really can’t handle it anymore and stands up abruptly. His brain can’t form words and he will go crazy if he stays there at the table with you even one second longer and he’s almost tripping over himself as he leaves, stumbling his way into his bedroom, just to have a second to collect himself before he makes an ass out of himself by doing something you might not even want him to. It’s only when you follow him to the bedroom, coming up behind him with a low, murmured ‘everything’s okay, Pony, I promise’, your mostly naked body pressing up against his back, one arm going around his chest as the other one wraps around his clothed cock that Pony really lets go of any last doubts he has about the situation.

Sodapop

Soda’s more than up for a little game of strip poker. He’s stupid, but he’s not an idiot and he knows that if you agree, you’re more than okay with where the game might lead. He takes his time with the game, his smile growing wider with each hand he wins. He’s not going to bother pretending he’s not staring at you or hiding how hard you’ve gotten him. He throws the last hand completely because at that point, he’s so damn needy for you. He’s going to grin at you as you so triumphantly lay down the winning hand, tipping you a wink as he stands up and casually slides his boxers down, letting them pool around his feet. “Y’know, if you wanted to see me naked, all you need to do is ask,” he drawls out, eyes never leaving your face, enjoying the look of admiration and hunger in your eyes as you stare at him.

Darry

You don’t even get to play the game with Darry. He’s staring hard at you as you bring it up, trying to sound casual and teasing as you challenge him to a game of strip poker. He’s quiet, just looking at you and letting the silence drag out for a good long minute before a hint of a grin makes its way onto his face. He’s a smart man and he knows what you’re after. “I have a better idea,” he says, chuckling softly. “Why don’t we just head to the bedroom? Quicker and easier than wasting time playing around.”

Johnny

Johnny’s another one who doesn’t really want to play. He’s such a nervous mess about even the idea but he’s another one who can’t really refuse you. He doesn’t even know how to begin refusing you, stuttering and stammering over his words as you challenge him to the game. And, honestly, he’s a little more than interested in the chance to see you naked but like, at the same time, he’s kind of dying at the idea of seeing you naked and he just kind of quietly goes along with your idea because his mind is not working properly and he can’t find the right words. He’s a terrible poker player, and you throw a lot of hands to give yourself the opportunity to lose your clothing just as often as he loses his. He’s trying hard but with your naked body on display, he has no poker face and no real focus on the game. You actually throw the last hand instead of playing to win, ready to devour the man already. “Ah, seems I’ve lost,” you all but coo out, standing up and slowly sliding your panties off, letting them hit the floor before kicking them off. You make your way slowly towards him, enjoying how he’s staring, wide-eyed, pupils dilated and mouth hanging open slightly, just so intent on the sight of your fully naked body. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you smile wickedly as your hands slide up his thighs. “Seems only fair if I congratulate the winner, right, Johnny?”

Dally

Okay, but Dally is totally the one who even suggested the two of you played strip poker and he’s taunting and teasing you into accepting. And he’s also going to be the one to cheat to ensure he wins. You win only one hand, where he casually tosses aside his shirt. He’s got that crazy little Cheshire cat grin on his face the whole time and when he lays that last hand on the table, he’s quick to get up and head to you as you rise and start to reach to pull down your underwear, pouting. His hands settle on yours, his mouth right next to your ear, his soft laugh rumbling in his chest. “Why don’t you let me take care of those for you?” he offers, fingers already tucking under the fabric.

#the outsiders #spicy ficlets i guess??#reaction headcanons #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dally winston #johnny cade

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Could you maybe do head cannons of the gang taking care of you when you’re sick? <3

A/N: We love seeing soft greaser boys taking care of their sick and needy partners <3 thanks for requesting Nonny!

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s a good doctor in the sense that he’s aware of what needs to be done and he knows how to do it

But his disposition is entirely different when he’s caring for you rather than his two brothers

With Pony and Soda, if they complain in anyway, Darry snaps back and will force them to take medicine and to do whatever needs to be done

With you, however, Dare tends to be as soft as he can possibly be

Quiet murmurs and gentle kisses pressed to your forehead as he softly asks you to take your medicine and drink your warm soup

Pony and Soda are honestly a little jealous of how gentle Darry is with you, but they know why the relationship is different and they’re alright with that

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop isn’t exactly the smartest when it comes to getting you healthy again but he makes up for it in effort

My baby boy will carry you around and bring you anything you could possibly want while you’re sick

He might try to get out of work early to come see you, he just wants to make sure you’re feelin alright

All the cuddles! So many cuddles from Soda when you’re sick and soft kisses to your temples

He’s not afraid of getting sick so don’t even try telling him that you don’t want to kiss him

My man wants kisses and you might as well give him kisses lest you have a pouty Sodapop

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy standing on your front porch, holding your missing homework from school and a few small flowers he grabbed on the way to your house

He’s a real sweetheart when it comes to you being sick

Definitely offered to do your homework for you so you didn’t have to worry about it, Pony’s confident that he can do the work for both of you

Darry questions why homework is suddenly taking him longer, but Pony just shrugs him off and does the work <3

He’s gonna hang around you, no matter how you’re feeling, and sit with you in your room

Pony’ll read to you too! Think Princess Bride style, he’ll sit by your bed and read and talk with you until he’s gotta go home

DALLAS WINSTON

Being honest, Dal sucks at taking care of you and doesn’t want to get sick so he’s nowhere near as physical with you when your sick

But it really depends on how sick you are on how Dally reacts!

Like if you’re just runny nose sick, Dally’s a little better at taking care of you

He’ll hold onto you and kiss your temples, softly ask every so often if you need anything

But that’s when he’s in a soft and caring mood-

If you’re really sick, like coughing, fever, stay-home-from-school sick; expect a phone call with get well wishes but Dally won’t show up to your house like Ponyboy would

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny will do his best? But honestly? This boy doesn’t know what to do unless you’ve got a runny nose, cough, or headache

Just imagine Johnny shyly offering you a box of tissues when you won’t stop sneezing

Like, isn't that just the cutest thing??

Trust me, he just really wants you to feel better and will do anything you ask!

Like if you want the schoolwork, he’s bringing it to your house and might even stick around for a while to do some of it with you

In general? Johnny’s a sweetheart here, doesn’t always know what to do, but willing to try!

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit honestly doesn’t care whether you’re sick or not, he’s going to hang all over you and kiss you

His scatter-brained tendencies totally mean that he just straight up doesn’t realize your sick until someone says something

Like you could be coughing up a lung and Two-Bit would think maybe you just choked on air or something and gently pat your back

But he really means well, he’s super doting once he realizes you’re actually sick

Takes it upon himself to cheer you up and make you laugh with soft jokes and smiles, the occasional tickling if you’re up to it

If he ends up cuddling with you to “make you feel better”? He’s gonna end up asleep and you’ll fall asleep with him

STEVE RANDLE

Once again, Steve’s got no idea what he’s supposed to be doing to make you feel better but that’s the way we like it, right guys?

Cause this means he’s gonna show up to your house, arms laden with the most random things you can think of in an attempt to make you feel better

Steve strongly believes that cuddling is an assured way to get you back in good health so just picture him wrapping around you from behind and placing a small kiss to your shoulder

He’s willing to do whatever will make you feel better faster so tell him whatever you need, whatever you want and he’s running to get it!

The boys, mainly Sodapop, will tease him for doting on you so much, but Steve doesn’t care

The sweet smiles and little kisses you give him as he delivers whatever it was you wanted makes up for all of the teasing and more <3

TIM SHEPARD

Okay, okay, just hear me out on this alright? Just trust me

Tim would take one look at you being sick, frown and refuse to sit anywhere near you because you have germs

Literally! I’m serious guys, you can’t tell me I’m wrong (Well, you can, but that would be a little rude

So like, Tim’s got his arm around you and you cough? My boy slowly pulls him arm off and steps to the side, crossing his arms over his chest and side-eyeing you

But, but, but, that’s the public part of how he feels about you bein’ sick, behind the scenes, however…

It’s pretty much the same (: although, if you’re the kind of sick where it’s hard to sleep and Tim finds you asleep somewhere in the house, he will bend over to press a soft kiss to your forehead with the cutest smile you’ll ever see

CURLY SHEPARD

Do not expect Curly to tease you any less when you’re sick than when you’re healthy, it’s just not going to happen guys; I mean, unless you’re like hospitalized sick or bed-ridden, Curly isn’t going to change anything really from how he acts

But at the same time? He gets super protective over you while you’re sick

So like, let’s set the scene here for you guys:

Curly’s got his arm around you with a smile, your head’s on his shoulders as you sleepily try to argue the fond banter he’s throwing your way and someone steps up on your side-

Curly is immediately shifting you to the other side, putting himself between you and the other person to make sure that sick little you can’t be possibly injured by anything

He’s a gentleman, alright? Our little southern boy!

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clerifik · 2 years

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the outsiders headcanons !

( amusement park edition )

darry:

- he ends up taking them once the fair is in town because he’s the oldest.

- absolutely refuses to go on anything, even looking at them makes him feel sick.

- he ends up sitting on the bench the whole time and holding people’s drinks, and food and bags and stuff.

sodapop:

- he’s so excited that he’s literally vibrating in his seat.

- darry stares at him worriedly.

- he ends up giving himself a migraine because he’s screaming the whole time.

- he’s literally just a big kid.

- he’s literally just dragging everyone around and onto rides excitedly.

- practically begs darry on his hands and knees to buy cotton candy.

- he’s so tired that he falls asleep on the drive home.

ponyboy:

- petrified.

- he gets on one spinny ride and he throws up so hard he’s seeing stars.

- the whole time he’s leaning against darry or the trash can.

- he literally can’t even look at the ride or he’ll get sick again.

- no like really, it happened twice.

- darry tries to get him to eat or drink something but he absolutely cannot.

- he’s sat next to dally on the drive home, and he’s petrified of pony puking on him.

- “pony man, if you puke on me I’ll skin you”

- they had to pull over twice.

- long story short, carnivals aren’t for ponyboy.

johnny:

- he mostly ends up on rides with dally, but he realizes instantly that it’s a very bad idea.

- “look how rusted this is man, it’s gonna fall apart at any second” “dally please stop”

- everyone he gets on the rides with purposely shakes it or moves it and johnny is like 😥 the whole time.

- he loves rollercoasters and I stand by that.

- he drank so many slushies that he almost got sick.

- also ends up falling asleep on the drive home.

dally:

- I literally have no clue how he didn’t die.

- literal definition of adrenaline junkie.

- he refused to buckle up on rides that had bars.

- “if it got a bar holding me in why do I need the buckle?”

- lowkey harasses the workers to make the rides go faster.

- the amount of times he literally almost flew out of a ride because he refuses to sit properly should be illegal.

- we all know he didn’t pay.

- he found a bracelet on the ground and stole it, they didn’t ask questions.

- keeps talking about how broken and old rides are just to freak people out, pretty sure he almost made johnny have a panic attack.

- he’s definitely the kind of person to not hold on and get thrown around the ride.

- johnny ends up falling asleep, slumped on his shoulder on the drive home

steve:

- I bet he’s one of the workers.

- makes the rides go insanely fast when the gang gets on.

- ridicules dally when he realizes that he took his buckle off, and starts talking about how he could get fired if he died.

- literally leaves people on the rides for 15 minutes & they’re all falling over when they get off.

- doesn’t care if people have bracelets or tickets, he just lets them on anyway.

two-bit:

- he literally only goes for food, and to fuck around with people.

- bullies darry into buying him food.

- wastes all of his money on carnival games.

- ends up winning a mickey mouse plush & he loses his shit over it.

- he slipped the worker a 10 to make the ride go faster when ponyboy was on it.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop patrick curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #greasers #the outsiders headcanons

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authorandartist13 · 1 year

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Respite--An Outsiders fic

“You sleep at your folks’ last night?” Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.” Johnny wakes, and sleeps, and wakes again. There's a cycle to his couch-crashing, but he always feels a lap behind.

Hey hi hello! Welcome to my first (published) Outsiders fic. CW: Brief verbal/physical abuse of a minor, mentions of alcoholism. Not extensively detailed or graphic, but keep yourselves safe. We're gonna hit it with some homey comfort and a touch of angst for flair, folks. Here we go!

The Curtis place is separate from the outside world.

Here, it’s quiet. Johnny usually can’t stand the stale, tense silences lining the walls of his house, but this quiet just–isn’t that. It’s full, somehow, with the rustling of turning newspaper pages and the soft drone of the refrigerator in the background. And the inevitable clattering pots and pans from Soda’s attempts at cooking, of course.

The screen door slams, and a haze of cigarette smoke announces Dallas’ presence as he ambles into the room. “Hey, Johnnycakes.” He kicks up his feet in the recliner. “You stayin’ the night?”

“Probably.”

“Sweet deal.” Dally frowns at the television. “What’re you watching?”

Johnny shrugs. “Dunno. Was on when I got here. Haven’t really been paying attention.”

“It’s Antiques Roadshow,” Soda calls from the kitchen. “Pony’s convinced he’s got a winning baseball card that’s gonna put him through college.”

“It could!” Pony says, indignant over the commentary of an appraiser examining a dusty trombone case, sans trombone. “Sometimes they show sports stuff, and most of the time it’s worth at least a couple hundred bucks.” Disgruntled, he adds, “Which I keep tellin’ them, but all they wanna watch is football.”

Darry pokes his head out from the kitchen entryway. There’s sawdust mixed in with the flour in his hair. “And I’m telling you the only thing that’s gonna put you through college are your grades, little buddy. You finish your homework yet?”

“Pretty much.”

Darry raises an eyebrow.

Pony throws his hands in the air. “Alright, alright, I’ll go do the rest of it. Hey, Johnny, holler if they start looking over trading cards, yeah?”

“Sure.”

As soon as Pony’s out of sight, Dallas snatches the remote up and changes the channel. An old stick-’em-up western rattles through the crackling screen. Johnny thumbs through a pack of cards, half-watching two gunslingers trading leveled stares across the wavering heat. Dallas flicks a napkin scrap at him.

“Deal me in, kid. Or are you playing fifty-two card pick-up?”

“Might be once we’re finished,” Johnny says, dividing the cards between them. “And you chuck ‘em all over the place.”

Dallas raises a wry eyebrow. “Don’t bet your milk money on that one.”

When Johnny whips him in poker, the house erupts with so much noise it drags Ponyboy out of his essay-induced stupor.

*****

Johnny wakes to a hand on his shoulder. Blearily, he sits up, maybe a little faster than necessary. Soda’s standing over him, his hand now gone. Johnny’s skin feels suddenly cold without it.

“Hey,” Soda whispers. “You need to be home by now?”

Johnny glances at the clock on the wall, remembers it got broke last week from one of Soda and Steve’s wrestling matches, and digs out his watch. Six-thirty. Shit.

He pulls himself up with a smothered sigh and makes quick work of collecting his things. “I better,” he says, tying his blackened shoe laces. “Thanks, Soda. Tell Darry I said it, too.”

Soda shoots him a thumbs-up. Before Johnny can slip out the door, he says, “You sure you gotta go? We can keep you here, if you’d rather. You know what Two’ll do if your ma shows up.”

“Yeah,” Johnny says, but he knows his face says otherwise. “I just…nobody else will clean, so.”

“Yeah.” Soda sighs, smiles, and slugs Johnny in the shoulder. “But it’s no use running to a bad appointment, huh? Take the scenic route.”

“Sure, I’ll do a lap around your house. Should be scenic enough.”

Soda laughs. “Get outta here, Cade.”

He doesn’t have to tell Johnny twice. He’s already late. He ignores Soda’s advice and takes a shortcut through the lot back to his house, partly because he’s gotta slip inside before his folks notice and partly because dawdling in the streets means getting jumped (not that many socs are cruising for bait at this hour). The early morning dew seeps through his sneakers as he braces to climb through his bedroom window. He lands as soft as he can manage and works his way through the house, cleaning as he goes. There’s no room in the trash for the drained beer bottles littering the couch, so he bags it up and drags it outside.

When he steps back inside, his mother’s waiting for him.

Her eyes are roaming, coagulus, like they’re made of gelatin in their sockets. Not sober, then, but coming off it enough to recognize him. He shifts in his soggy sneakers, hand itching for his backpack, a jacket, anything. Instead, he braces.

“You been back at that Curtis place?” Her voice is ragged, like a rusty blade against a telephone wire. Last night was a fighting night. A sobbing one, too, by the rings around her eyes.

“No’m.”

“Where you been, then?”

“The lot.”

“Bullshit.” She spits. “You’re playing house with those kiss-asses.” He doesn’t–won’t–respond, and her jaw clenches. “Isn’t that right? You’d rather rob them blind than be grateful for what you’ve got here.”

“No’m.”

“Don’t you contradict me.” She reaches for him and he steps back. It’s a mistake; her knuckles flash against his cheek in a slap. “You think you’re so damn smart. Them Curtis boys have nothing to their name for a rag like you. They’ll be in the lock-up by winter.”

She said the same thing last year, and the year before that. Johnny doesn’t bother taking note.

His silence has gone on too long. He has to remember to match her temper, but he can’t. His bones ache.

Her hand is like iron around his bicep. She leans in close, and he can smell the liquor and stale coffee on her breath. “You think they’ll keep taking you back? Go on, then. Their parents thought they were so high and mighty, it’s only natural for the sons to inherit it, too.”

“I can clean the kitchen.”

She throws him down by his hair. “God help me for such an ungrateful son.” A kick lands home in his ribs. He scrambles to get up, to get to the sink. The water’s scalding on his cracked skin. “I’ll give you something to whine about.”

But she must be too bleary to follow through, because her footsteps thud up the stairs, cursing him all the way. Johnny scrubs until his hands go numb, and then he takes out the trash again.

*****

The next morning hails a vicious wind.

“Incoming,” a voice calls, before an arm is slung around his shoulders.

“Hey, Two.”

“Hey yourself, punk. You beat up any socs today?”

“Not yet.”

“Eh, you’ll get there.” Two-bit ruffles his hair and they make their way down the sidewalk. When they stop to let a herd of cars pass by, Two-Bit’s gaze finds him more closely.

“You sleep at your folks’ last night?”

Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.”

“You weren’t at Soda’s.” No, he wasn’t. Johnny tries not to leech too many nights in a row. There may not be a schedule to his couch-crashing, but there are limits. He tries to make up for it. If he’s got an extra five bucks, he’ll slip it in the tin bank in the back of Darry’s closet. Cash is hard to come by with no job and a constant cycle of beer runs for his father, so other nights he dries the dishes.

“The lot,” he says, eyes darting away to avoid Two-Bit’s frown. He’s not doing this right now.

“Yeah,” Two-Bit says slowly. His hand comes up to feel Johnny’s forehead and Johnny bats it away. He doesn’t like when Two-Bit gets serious. It’s murky, unnatural. “You know my ma don’t mind making up an extra bed.”

“Bet she wouldn’t mind you making your bed, either,” Johnny says, and a flash of playfulness returns to Two-Bits eyes.

“Man,” he says, as the cars clear and they cross the street. Two-Bit pauses on the other side to flip off a particularly rambunctious Mustang. “She’d think I’d undergone a traumatic event. Got early Alzheimer's or something.”

Johnny lets himself scoff, and laugh, and doesn’t question how better to hide the rings around his eyes. It’s only gonna get colder, he thinks darkly, so he might as well get them tattooed on now.

*****

Buck’s is the opposite of quiet. The minute the door opens he’s flooded with wobbly light and warbling music loud enough to make him shout at the stranger silhouetted before him.

“What?” The stranger is shouting, too, but Johnny guesses it has more to do with the fog in his eyes than Hank Williams’ dulcet tones.

“Dallas!”

“Oh, fuck him,” the stranger drawls, and slams the door in his face. Johnny sighs.

He should go. He should probably, definitely go.

The wind whips a collection of ripping trash bags into the street like clattering tumbleweeds. From a cloudy window, he can see a silent game of pool. Someone picks up the eight-ball and chucks it into a beer pong table, sending booze sloshing. The apparent champion of beer pong clobbers him.

Johnny’s feet stay rooted to the spot, mesmerized, so he moves the only other set of limbs he’s got left and pounds on the door. One, two beats. Three.

The door catapults open. “--ucking girl scouts, we’re not buying shit,” Buck snarls, but at least it’s Buck. Better chance of being recognized, anyways. He blinks at Johnny. “Whaddaya want?”

“Is Dally here?”

“No. Go away.”

“Wait–” Johnny sticks his foot in the door, ouch, and fails to shut his trap. “Can I just, uh.”

“Spit it out, kid.”

“Um. I’m supposed to meet him, to–pay him back, for–can I just wait upstairs?”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Don’t go spelunking up there, y’hear?” The door is graciously removed from Johnny’s foot and he follows Buck inside. Standing surrounded by the ruckus is dizzying, and he presses through the bodies towards the stairs before he disorients himself. He prays no one is shacking up in Dally’s room and knocks for good measure, but miraculously, it’s empty. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

He’s almost asleep when the door knocks into his back.

“What the–Johnny?”

He scrambles to his feet, rubbing his eyes at the figure above him. “Hey, Dally.”

“The hell you sitting watch at the door for?” Dallas asks, collapsing onto the bed with a cigarette balanced between his lips mid-light.

“Fell asleep,” Johnny shrugs.

Dallas grunts. “Buck said you were here to pay up.” He looks at Johnny over his lighter. “We both know you don’t owe me shit, so what gives?”

“Lot’s cold. Didn’t want to bug anyone.”

“So you’re botherin’ me, huh?” Johnny’s face must morph into something aggrieved, because Dallas snorts and swipes a hand through his hair. “You know I don’t mind, kid, wipe that look off your face. I’m crashing,” he adds, puffing down the cigarette and crushing it out beneath his boot, “Extra jacket’s in the drawer.”

“What?”

“For a blanket, man,” Dallas says, like Johnny’s a little too slow on the catch-up. “You want the floor or the bed?”

Johnny pulls open half-filled drawyers until he finds Dallas’ leather jacket, the sheepskin matted but soft beneath his fingers. “Floor’s fine.”

Dallas rolls his eyes. “No it ain’t. C’mere, I don’t bite.”

Johnny settles on one side of the twin mattress, back to Dally and the coat beneath his head. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, but small as he is, Johnny’s taller now than he used to be. They make it work, spines brushing, Johnny swept into a dreamless haze by the sound of Dally’s slow exhales and the dilapidated country swing reverberating below.

*****

“Man, I’ll beat his fucking head in,” Steve says, lip curling as he prods at the lump forming on Johnny’s forehead. “He do this last night?”

“This morning,” Johnny says, and reigns in a wince. Steve’s not exactly known for his gentle bedside manner, but the DX has a stocked first aid kit, which is all he needs. He’s sitting on the counter and feeling stupidly small while Steve–dare he say–fusses around him.

“I swear on his fresh-dug grave, Johnny. He’s gonna kill you one day.”

“Don’t I know it,” Johnny mutters, misery creeping in. He smashes it down. “It ain’t so bad, really. Just slap some ice on it or something.”

Steve clicks his teeth. “Yeah, all right. Soda?”

“No, I’ll–” But he should’ve known Steve would blab to Soda the second he got a chance. Johnny figured Soda wasn’t working today seeing as he’d yet to mother-hen circles around him, but he must be putzing in the back.

“Wait here.” Steve wanders into the back garage, hollering. “Sodapop! The kid’s here.”

“Ponyboy?” Soda comes back into view with Steve, greased towel over one shoulder. His eyes land on Johnny. “Johnnycakes! You–well, shit.” He turns to Steve. “Can you grab some ice?”

“That was supposed to be your job,” Steve retorts, but he snatches Soda’s towel and cracks open the freezer.

“Soc or your old man?” Soda asks, clearing the space between them in two long strides and leaning in close to Johnny’s face. His brow pinches as he resumes Steve’s prodding with much gentler hands.

“Him,” Johnny says. It’s getting old, honestly, admitting he can’t hold his own against a sorry bastard unfit to walk most nights. Soda hums.

“Did he get you anywhere else?”

“Nah.”

Soda raises an eyebrow as Steve returns, ice wrapped in the work towel. Johnny presses it to his face. “It’s fine.”

Soda looks unconvinced but relents. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight?” It’s phrased like a question, but Johnny knows there’s no arguing. He doesn’t want to refuse anyways, not tonight, but if he did there’d be guilty hell to pay.

“Only if you’re not cooking,” he hops off the counter and lets the smile play up his lips at Soda’s mock offense.

“Well, excuse me for enjoying the subtle art of presentation,” he says. “You’re in luck, though. Darry’s making chicken gravy.”

Johnny can practically feel his stomach growling. “Catch you then, man,” he says, and wishes the whir of A/C could follow him out the door.

*****

The rumble of a pickup warns its slowing advancement on him. Johnny shirks to the curb as it idles to a crawl, hackles raised. His blade is heavy and warm in his pocket. He can’t read the plates in the foggy light of fallen dusk.

“Need a ride?” The driver calls, and he just about shakes his teeth, he’s so riled. Then the driver leans out the rolled-down window and he can make out a familiar jawline, a permanent cowlick. “Johnny? You headed to ours?”

Darry. Johnny’s shoulders sink with relief, and he lets his hands fall slack in his pockets.

“Yeah,” he calls, and climbs in the cab. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Darry glances at him sideways as he signals himself back into the right lane. Johnny’s pulse matches the brief patter of the blinker. “You shouldn’t walk by yourself this time of night.” The way he says it–not bitten out or tensed, like he does with Ponyboy, but softer, almost apologetic–proves they both know Johnny’s well aware of what trouble he could bring. Darry worries about Pony’s casual shirking of danger, but Johnny.

Johnny doesn’t need a lecture.

It sparks a strange warmth within him, the knowledge that Darry cares. He doesn’t know how to hold it in his hands next to his blade and bottle caps.

“I’m alright,” he says, watching trees flit by. Wondering whether a soc would’ve been hiding behind any one of them, had he kept going. A small, rational quadrant of his brain knows there likely wouldn’t have been, but safety breeds his freedom to speculate. He’d rather waste time hypothesizing than prove his theories, anyways.

Darry hums and turns on the radio. Old jukebox rock ambles through the station.

There lives another part of him. A deeper and steady calm that thrums through his veins any time danger is confirmed. The part that hooks his fingers around his blade and trusts in it. That flips up his jacket collar and sneers, kicks the scared puppy in him aside for something rougher to unearth itself across his features. The part that knows, unequivocally, that he will never be made a slick-mouthed soc’s ragdoll again. He doesn’t think about how he’d stop it, only that when he’s backed into a corner, a primal instinct quivers down his spine, itching for release.

Darry’s right to be more worried about Ponyboy than him.

“How was school?” Darry asks. The Curtis folks used to ask him the same thing. Darry’s filling their shoes as best he can–better than anyone else Johnny knows–but it still feels uncanny hearing the same phrases coming out of his mouth.

“Not bad. Had to dissect a crayfish in biology.”

“Oh yeah?” Darry smiles. “I remember doing that. We had to do deer hearts too, during hunting season. Dad and some other families brought them in.”

“Did you cut ‘em open?”

“I stuck my fingers through the arteries and everything. The smell hung around the department for days.”

Johnny scrunches his nose. “Gross.”

“Yeah. Nice step up from worms, though.”

They pull into the driveway. Johnny makes to get out, but Darry doesn’t move, only unbuckles and lets the keys slip out of the ignition. He turns to face Johnny. “I opened the tin bank today.”

Dread makes room in his stomach. Not enough, it’s not enough. They cannot afford groceries, not with a revolving door of strays.

“Soda and Ponyboy said they haven’t put anything in.”

He’s going to get a job. He’ll get a job doing–something. Someone will hire a good-for-nothing greaser, and if they don’t, he’ll have Dallas teach him how to hustle pool.

Darry’s gaze is piercing. “Have you been adding to it?”

He swallows. “Yeah. I eat a lot, man.”

Darry huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Have you met Soda? Two-Bit? No offense, but you eat like a bird compared to them. You–” he stops, sighs a little. “You don’t owe us anything, kiddo.”

That’s a load of bullshit if Johnny’s ever heard some, but arguing with Darry is firmly against his self-preservation complex. Besides, it’s easier to quietly disagree than to register the option that maybe the Curtis’ really are just that stupid good.

“Johnny?”

Or, worse, that they’re right.

“Thanks, man.” He lets Darry share a smile with him and they pop the doors.

“No more sneaking us your lunch money,” Darry says as he locks the truck. “You want to help out, do what I tell Ponyboy. Finish school, get a scholarship. Go make a future.”

Johnny watches as he walks up the sidewalk and to the front door. He doesn’t think about his future past the current month. Darry gave his away, and here he is saying all this…stuff, like there’s a changed life somewhere in Johnny’s deck of cards. Maybe it’s up his sleeve, he thinks wryly, as he follows Darry into the house. The swell of warmth and banter and steam from the hot stove envelope him and he lets himself settle into it like a second coat.

Dallas demands a round of blackjack and Two-Bit slaps a cold beer in his hand to hold against his still swollen head, and while Steve and Soda make a righteous mess of being Darry’s sioux-chefs, Ponyboy collapses at his feet with a book in hand and a chewed pencil in his mouth. He tilts his head back to look up at Johnny.

“Wanna go bum a movie tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

The drone of the television scores their slow dispersion into the night, save for Johnny, letting the couch springs dig into his back as he watches occasional passing headlights trace beams up the walls. Here, it’s quiet.

He rests.

*****

The first episode of Antiques Roadshow didn’t air in the U.S. until 1997, but we’re gonna pretend that’s just not the case because I said so and think it’s cute. God bless public television programming.

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bludhavents · 3 years

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things that each greaser struggles with:

these are mostly headcanons i came up with. also, this gets pretty angsty.

content warning: alcoholism, addiction, anxiety.

darry:

- maturity. he thinks everybody looks at him like the “dad” of the group instead of just another friend, and he loathes it. he misses whenever he was able to skip work to catch a movie at the drive-in or take ponyboy and sodapop up to the dingo for lunch.

- accidental intimidation. his build is very large and strong, which is good for his job and for when he’s actually trying to, well, intimidate people, but other than that it just makes him feel guilty for being so unapproachable.

- relationships. specifically, darry is very insecure in his relationship with pony. he especially hates it whenever pony dogs on him for forgetting things or accusing him of not caring.

- emotional intelligence. he knows he comes across as cold. and he hates it. he has lots of emotions and he doesn’t air them out in a healthy way, so he tries his best to cut all the emotions off altogether in hopes that the negativity will stop, but it just makes him feel even more insecure.

- social skills. in high school, it was all much easier for him, but now that he’s working full-time and running the household, he’s fallen majorly behind in the social scene. he never goes out to the drive-in or to the dingo, and at first it was because he was too busy, but now, even if he doesn’t have a shift, he’ll make up some excuse because he’s too nervous to go and have to talk to people again since he feels like he’s gonna mess up.

- identity. darry was just starting to feel comfortable in himself and in his role in the world right before his parents died, and when they did, he stopped trying to figure out what made him happy. it has made him insecure of the emotional stint that is centered around his ego and sense of self.

sodapop:

- smarts. it’s canon that he’s insecure about this.

- growing up. while everybody else moves on to new things and grows up, he feels like he’s stuck in the same place watching everybody else progress while he stays behind. this was especially true after sandy left, because marrying her was going to be this huge exciting step in his life and when she left, he didn’t have that fulfillment anymore.

- reassurance. he feels a constant need for approval, and he will take it wherever he can get it. there’s a sort of pride he gets whenever he sees a girl checking him out, but there’s a deeper feeling telling him that she’s gonna run away once she finds out about how ‘stupid’ he is.

- authority. soda has a really hard time talking to people who are in a position of power. he gets all nervous and his hands get sweaty and his face goes sheet white in panic. his charm and social skill is enough to satisfy a conversation with a person his age, but he feels silly trying to be confident in front of an adult. he feels like they look down on him and will laugh.

- fatherhood. he’s very insecure about having a family in the future. he feels like he never appreciated his dad’s skilled parenting while he could, and since then darry has been a sort of fatherly figure in the house, but it’s hard for soda to see it that way. he grew up for 16 years with darry as a big brother and for him to suddenly be forced into a father role is troubling for soda. because of this complicated dynamic between soda and fatherhood, he feels like he won’t be able to be the best father possible for his children.

- legs. he hates his legs. you will never see soda in a pair of shorts, not even when he’s swimming. he doesn’t like the way they’re shaped and thinks that they make the rest of his body look odd, so he wears loose jeans to hide them. he’s also embarrassed of being embarrassed about them, so nobody knows, not even steve.

dallas:

- emotional intelligence. his lack of emotional intelligence is something he battles with a lot. he understands what people are feeling, but he has a hard time understanding why they feel that way. he says it’s because he’s too tuff to deal with emotions, but deep down he knows it’s because he was thrust into a traumatic childhood so early on that he never had time to build emotional bonds with people that would strengthen his empathy and understanding.

- his past, another canon take. he hates talking about it, even the good stuff, because when he thinks about new york all he can picture is 10 year old dallas watching a man being covered in a white sheet by the paramedics on the side of the road. he thinks about his friends from there and knows they’re all either locked up or dead, and it ruins any enjoyment he gets from reminiscing on the good times.

- health. he definitely has crohn’s or IBS or something else that makes his stomach hurt whenever he eats, and it embarrasses him to no end. he’s always anxious that his stomach is going to start hurting when he’s with the gang and is going to have to find some excuse to leave. he smokes so much while he’s out with them to keep from getting hungry until he gets back to buck’s place.

- his friendships. the shepherd gang is close-knit. then, the curtis’ are brothers, steve has known them forever, and two-bit is outgoing enough to make himself fit in to the group. johnny is the closest person dallas relates to, and it’s the friendship hes the most secure in.

- his smile. he knows smoking ruins his teeth, and he knows they’re crooked all over, and he knows that when he smiles his lips crack and stretch out.

johnny:

- his appearance, canon insecurity. he looks young for his age, and when the gang found him in the lot after he was beaten by Socs, they all started treating him like he was young too. he didn’t think the scar on his face was tuff, it just reminded him of being attacked.

- his voice. this is less about how it sounds and more about him not being able to speak over the shouting at home. he hates yelling, and he won’t stand in to speak up for him cause he’s too afraid of being told to “stop yelling”.

- being average. johnny feels painfully average in everything he does. he’s tried to find a skill that he truly loves and wants to take time to be good at, but he always gets frustrated and quits before he can improve.

- romance. almost every aspect of it terrifies johnny. he doesn’t know what a healthy marriage looks like, what he does know was from Mr and Mrs Curtis, but seeing them die together warped his sense of love. he doesn’t understand why you would want to love somebody so much if you didn’t have to. he doesn’t like the “til death do us part” aspect of marriage, because it makes him feel trapped. he’s not afraid of commitment, he’s afraid that he will end up in a marriage like his parents’ and not be able to leave.

two-bit:

- alcoholism. he’s an alcoholic and he knows it, but he’s been stuck in the vicious cycle of addiction for such a long time that the only way he knows how to cope with the emotional baggage of addiction is to drink more.

- social awareness. as of now, he’s very self-aware and extremely skilled in reading a room, but he didn’t used to be. he used to crack jokes at the wrong time and get scolded for it, and it made him feel horrible. like he wasn’t able to experience all the same sad feelings as everybody else because they reacted differently to the sadness than he did. they wanted to process the sadness while he wanted to ignore it.

- being absent at home. he knows he spends the majority of time at the curtis house, and he also knows that his mother spends the majority of her time at work, which leaves his little sister at home alone. he has a good relationship with her, but he doesn’t like for her to see him drunk, and as his alcoholism progresses, that gets to be more and more often. he knows this, and it’s one of the main reasons he’s so insecure about his addiction, because she’s the one who let him know that it wasn’t a one-way street. his problem affected him and her.

- commitment. two-bit is young, but he feels old enough to know how relationships work. he saw his dad walk out on them, and he was never able to process how you could go from marrying someone to leaving and never looking back. at first, he thought that his dad was just a selfish jerk, but when he met johnny and saw that his parents were also married and simultaneously abusive, he convinced himself that all marriages were bound to end up that way. he believes that if the curtis’ lived longer, they would have eventually gotten bitter and tired of each other, because in his mind, that’s just what couples do.

ponyboy:

- confidence. he has a lot of insecurities, and they’re shared pretty evenly between physical and non physical. he doesn’t like his body or his eyes. he doesn’t like how impulsive and dramatic he is.

- security. not in himself, but in life. he’s permanently on edge, feeling anxious about who’s going to be around the corner and what would happen if he got jumped and how many Socs he’d be able to fight off in case anything happened. his parents’ sudden deaths did not help this. he feels like life is constantly tossing him around, and he never feels completely safe.

- emotional outbursts. this isn’t exclusive to ponyboy, but he struggles with it the most. he hates getting upset with people, and he hates hurting other people’s feelings. when he’s feeling too many things, he starts to speak without a filter and gets mad at the littlest things, and he knows that it makes everybody around him feel bad.

- fitting in. in contrast to johnny’s insecurity, ponyboy wants nothing more than to fit in. he’s tired of being the only greaser in his classes, he’s tired of his isolated taste in movies and theatre, he’s tired of being a track star, and he’s tired of all the pressure put on him since he isn’t average.

steve

- masculinity. his dad always enforces an unrealistic standard of being strong, independent, and logical. steve is inherently all of these things, but the pressure he feels to keep it up weighs him down.

- comparing himself to others. it started in middle school when he noticed all of the people liked sodapop more. from then on he couldn’t help but feel like soda was more attractive and charming, darry was stronger and smarter, two-bit was funnier and cooler, dallas was tougher and unbothered, johnny was more likeable and down-to-earth, and ponyboy was more creative and well spoken.

- addiction. there was a time in steve’s life where he was getting high every day. at first it was fun, but then he had to quit track because he wasn’t as athletic as he used to be. it ruined his health and motivation. he started working on cars more to keep himself busy, and it helped a lot, even got him a job.

- hyperindependence. steve’s biggest character flaw is that he can’t ask for help. whether it’s asking for help in school or asking for soda to hand him a tool in the garage, steve can’t bring himself to do ask. it makes him feel like he’s not good enough to do it on his own.

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boysborntodie · 2 months

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I can’t see Johnny and Pony getting into a relationship at 14 and 16.

There’s this maturity gap (with Pony being very much a typical 14 year old and Johnny having to grow up early) which also leads Johnny to treat Pony as a kid (seeing him as his responsibility and taking care of him, literally calling him a 13 year old to his face).

I also can’t see Johnny being ready for a healthy, normal relationship during that time because he’s already got a lot on his plate and is generally very unhappy in his life (to the point he’s genuinely thinking about suicide). He also doesn’t really stand up for himself.

But late teens to early adults Johnnyboy? Pony having left those turbulent years and have really settled into his skin? Johnny being in a better place mentally and more self-assured? I could really see them working out super well.

#the outsiders #johnny cade #se hinton #ponyboy curtis #johnnyboy #i love johnnyboy but not… like happening during the outsiders. unless it’s super messy then i love it #but yeah if we’re talking about a healthy normal relationship then probably once they’re a little older #tw suicide mention

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callme-holly · 16 days

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

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

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 864 words

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

Darry Curtis -

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

Like he’d be pissed

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

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

His concern would go through the roof

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

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

Sodapop Curtis -

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

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

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

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

Much like Darry, Soda will walk you everywhere

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

Ponyboy Curtis -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Cade -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dallas Winston -

Oh, Dallas…

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

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

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

He’d walk you everywhere, and I mean everywhere

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

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

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

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

Steve Randle

Much like Dallas, Steve is asking for names almost instantly

He will not hesitate to fight someone for you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“this person giving you trouble, babe?”

He’s just looking out for you

Two-bit Mathews -

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

He’s not letting you go at all

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

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

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

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

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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miryum · 2 years

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Fire (Sodapop x Reader) Part 3

Warning: implied someone forcing himself onto someone else. NO RAPE!!!

Pt 2

Soda pov

"Hey guys!" I walk through the door, a smile on my face.

"What's got you so happy?" Pony asks.

"Did you finally put Y/n in her place?" Two-Bit says, shutting the fridge door after getting a piece of cake.

"Nah." Dally says, lounging on the couch, "He was kissin' her instead."

I blush deeply as the gang shouts and yells.

"I thought you hated her!" Steve exclaims.

"What the hell?!" Two-Bit angrily stuffs his face with cake.

"Enemies to lovers!" Pony squeals.

"'Bout time." Darry says, leaning back in his chair.

"Whaddaya mean?" I ask as the gang quiets down.

"It was obvious." Darry shrugs, flicking his newspaper, (ya know when people flick their newspaper to straighten out?) "It was..." He glances at Pony, "Ehm... foreplay."

I roll my eyes as everyone 'ooh's and makes kissing noises.

I push against Steve's shoulder playfully as he comes up and starts imitating Y/n.

As much as they annoy me, I do love them. They're my family, no matter how crazy.

***

We're all sitting around the TV, watching a new Mickey Mouse episode when the phone rings.

We all jostle around, trying to get the others to answer it when Two-Bit gets kicked in the back.

"Ow!" He yelps, but gets up and answers the phone.

He listens for a bit (get it? Two-Bit? Heh.) none of us really paying attention, our eyes plastered to the screen.

Two-Bit laughs loudly, and we all turn to him. He chuckles and waves the phone in my direction, "Soda!" He sings, "Your lover-girl is calling!"

"Keith!" I hear a muffled voice and Two-Bit presses the phone back to his ear. I hurriedly get off the couch and try to snatch the phone away.

Two-Bit's eyebrows narrow and he swears softly. He pushes the phone into my hands.

"Hello?" I ask worriedly.

"Soda?" Her voice cracks and I can tell she's been crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I need you to pick me up. Daniel is.... I need you to pick me up!"

"Why?" I ask, gesturing for Two-Bit to get my jacket, "Y/n, what did he do?" I say a bit more sternly.

Darry sits up straighter and snaps his fingers at the rest of the gang. Steve turns off the TV, Dally pulls out his switchblade, Johnny nudges Pony, and Darry comes to stand at my side, arms crossed, waiting for me to say the word.

"H-He's making advances. Like, a lot of them. Soda, I'm scared." Y/n sniffles.

"Are there other Socs there? Do I need to bring the gang?"

"I mean, there are others here, but they seem to be on his side and- I gotta go!" The phone clicks and I hear the dial tone.

"We gotta go." I pull on my jacket and the gang runs out the door.

Darry shouts some orders and we pile into my pickup truck. I start the engine and we roll out.

***

We arrive at the drive-in a couple minutes later and I pull up around the back. We climb or crawl under the fence, and I'm about to tell everyone to split up until I see Y/n hurrying towards me.

"Y/n!" I call. She runs towards me and jumps into my arms. I envelop her in a hug, squeezing her tightly.

"What's wrong?" I whisper to her, and she nods in the direction she came.

"He's so persistent." She shakes her head, "I should've known better. I should've taken a friend or-"

"Hey, hey." I sooth her, "It's never your fault."

"Soda." Darry warns. A group of Socs comes towards us, and in the dark light I see Daniel in the front.

"What do you want." I call to them. (And yes, I put a period, not a question mark. It's on purpose!)

"Just to take Y/n back where she belongs. With Socs."

"She doesn't belong anywhere!" I yell, "She's a human being! You can't own her."

"Well, she certainly shouldn't be hanging out with greasers. What would her parents think?" Daniel asks tauntingly. I feel Y/n tense up in my arms. Whether it's from fear or anger, I don't know.

"What about her friends or relatives? Is her family alright with her dating a low-life greaser?" Daniel continues.

I hear the gang stir and I don't know how much longer we can take his taunts. Then, Y/n pushes off of me, and before I can grab her, marches up to Daniel.

Your pov

I grab Daniel's collar and bring his face down so we're eye-level.

"Listen you dumbass." I spit, "You leave me alone. I can do what I please. You are an incompetent little shit, who can't take no for an answer. My personal life is not a worry to you. And unlike you, I have friends that'll stick by me through thick and thin. Ones who won't run away at first sign of trouble."

Daniel scoffs, but I see a hint of fear in his eyes, "My friends are loyal."

"Oh yeah?" I smirk, "Then where are they?"

Daniel turns to find darkness behind him, his friends having deserted him.

I start to push him away, but he grabs my arms roughly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Soda and his gang start to march up, but before they do, I hear a low, menacing voice, "Let go of my friend."

I break out into a smile as I see Marcia and Cherry come to stand behind Daniel. Marcia cracks her knuckles and Cherry's hands curl into fists.

"I'm not afraid of little girls." Daniel mocks.

"Oh really?" Marcia turns and punches Daniel in the face. His head is pushed towards the side and blood starts to leak out of a cut her fist made.

Cherry laughs and says in a fake voice, "I think you'd better run."

Daniel's head whips around, looking for any allies, but when he sees none he runs off, tail between his legs.

The Curtis gang whoops and cheers and Soda scoops me into a big hug. I kiss him hard and hear wolf-whistles because of it.

I turn back to Marcia and Cherry and hug them. It seems like I do have friends who'll stick by my side.

No matter what happens, I know that I'll have my new family.

Hey guys! I know that a lot of my stories have rumbles or 'fights' in them, but that's cause I like writing them and I need a break from all the mussy-ness once in a while. Hope you liked it!

#sodapop #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #enemies to lovers #socs #greasers #staygold #the outsiders #two bit mathews #steve randle #dally #dallas #dally winston #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade

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tulsa-trash · 3 years

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Bob Sheldon Headcanons

WARNING(S): Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, death; got angsty towards the end there god damn—

Has an older brother named Gordon who moved away to go to law school, they’re a little over 4 years apart. They were never really close, due to their father creating unnecessary competition between them since they were younger. He doesn’t like talking about him much.

Mr. Sheldon would always compare Bob to Gordon, saying that Bob “ought to be more like his big brother instead of screwing around all the time.” Overtime Bob grew to resent his old man a whole lot.

Mrs. Sheldon is a chain smoker, she tried her best to hide it from the family but eventually Bob found out. Most of the time after she gets into a fight with her husband, she locks herself in one of their bathrooms, opens the window, and silently lights a cigarette as she stews by herself. One night she forgot to lock the door and Bob walked in on her. He promised he wouldn’t tell dad.

He tended to favor his momma over his daddy, she spoiled him more and he felt she was always easier to talk to than dad.

His parents have a decent age gap, his mother being eleven years younger than his father. They’d known each other since they were kids, his dad was best friends with one of his mom’s brothers growing up.

Being spoiled rotten with tons of cash throughout life has its pros and cons. Despite always coming off as cocky and entitled, deep down bob hated being a soc. At the age of 18 he already had all the money, nice clothes, popularity, and dr*gs he could ever want, so why even try?

He had no goals for himself, didn’t want to go to college, didn’t want to work, he could really care less about all that. He had a tuff car and he was dating one of the hottest gals in school, that was all that was important to him.

He met his best friend, Randy, in kindergarten. They went to catholic school together, they’re parents even get along well. Both of their childhoods were spent visiting each other’s houses and going to family cookouts often.

His dad forced him to join a baseball league in seventh grade, even though Bob expressed he didn’t like it his dad made him stick with it for a few years. He was eventually kicked off the varsity team his sophomore year in high school for excessive drinking, along with constantly butting heads with his teammates and the coach.

The only good thing he got out of baseball was watching Cherry Valance preform with the cheerleaders at his games, that’s how their relationship started.

He’s secretly blind as a bat, but he refuses to wear glasses. Bob found out he desperately needed glasses in the third grade. once all the kids in his class seen him with those thick-brimmed, magnifying glasses it was all over. he was teased ruthlessly to the point where he just stopped wearing them and never put them on again.

“What happened to those god awful goggles, Sheldon?”

“Psh. They were fake I wore em as a joke.” 😅

^ That forced him to sit in the front of class a lot so he didn’t have to struggle as much to see the board. Even though the poor b*stard was blind the entire time, it made him used to getting called on by the teachers and chatting with his classmates. He was one of the most popular boys in town in no time.

Mr. Sheldon slowly became an alcoholic as his boys grew up. He went from one glass of scotch at night to taking a shot immediately when he wakes up in the morning and being plastered by the afternoon. Usually he’s a sluggish drunk, but god forbid he gets to drinking when he’s mad.

His old man was terrifying when he was both intoxicated and livid. He never put his hands on his wife but there have been multiple drunken episodes where he either destroyed sh*t in the house... or he’d beat Bob.

If you were to ask Bob if he would rather get hit with a belt or his dad’s hands, he would pick the belt. Even the metal part hitting him was no where near as painful as his father’s closed-fist strikes with his gold rings. If Bob had a good buzz on it numbed the pain a bit, so he tried his best to be hammered before he got home most nights.

His mother never stepped in or said anything about it, she’d clean up her husband’s mess and go to bed. The next morning the family would act as if it didn’t happen. They had to maintain their pristine reputation of course, wouldn’t want the neighborhood to know both Mr. Sheldon and his youngest son had drinking problems. Bob eventually couldn’t even stand his mom anymore. He hated them.

Mrs. Sheldon hated herself too, and her husband. She knew her baby boy was f*cked up because of them, the guilt ate away at her every day. Deep down in her heart she knew her son was drinking and causing trouble because of how he was brought up— how he was being treated at home... and she did nothing about it.

The mixture of bullies at school and his own personal bully at home molded him into being the arrogant and angry a*shole we’ve come to know. No one would be able to hurt him if he just beat them to it and hurt them first... right?

One night things got really bad, Bob’s report card came in the mail while he was out on a date with Cherry. His daddy was displeased, to say the least, 3 bold F’s sat on the paper.

“That no good son of a b*tch is lucky he ain’t home.” Mr. Sheldon spat as he slammed the report card on the dining room table, his wife visibly flinched.

When Bob got home that night he was already fired up, some greasers were trying to make a move on Cherry and Randy’s girl, Marcia, at the Nightly Double. The last thing he expected when he got home was to see his mother sweeping up broken glass while nursing a busted lip and a black eye.

They held eye contact for a long moment, neither of them said a word. His mother looked at him with so much pain, so much regret in her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Bob turned around and left wordlessly.

He picked up a few of his friends, stopped by the liquor store, then began to look for some trouble. He immediately drove to the east side of town to look for some greasers to mess with, and after only fifteen minutes of cruising his eyes landed two younger boys from the drive-in earlier that night.

“Jackpot.” He slurred to himself as he turned his car onto the grass and pulled up to the park.

Whoever wasn’t helping Bob restrain the greaser he was drowning was beating the second boy in the grass. Every now and then Bob would pull the kid out of the water only to shove him back in almost immediately. He held him under the water, the cold liquid splashed everywhere managing to soak everyone near the fountain but he didn’t care... he couldn’t feel a thing.

The other greaser was shouting, his pals continued to egg him on as he continued swing the greaser’s head back and forth wildly under the water. He didn’t even know what anyone was saying, he wasn’t paying attention, all his focus was directly on hurting the individual in his grasp.

Red. Everything was fine until Bob noticed the water was changing colors. His ears were ringing, all he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps rapidly getting lower and lower, farther away. There was no more yelling, no more voices.

“Did I k.ill him?” He thought to himself, immediate regret and fear flooding over him.

He let go of the kids shirt and fell over with a soft thud, a sharp pain erupted from his torso. His hand lightly touched the left side of his ribs and there it was... warm, red liquid coated his fingertips after he pulled his hand away. It was then he noticed the other greaser, the tan boy frantically pulled his friend out of the water and laid him down on the cold concrete.

“P-Pony? Ponyboy?” He shook violently, his right fist held a switchblade tightly. “Oh god... what did I do... what did I do.”

Bob watched him slowly sink to the ground, his back resting against the side of the fountain as he began to sob. His eyes flickered to the unconscious kid, Ponyboy. He didn’t understand how his body went from hot to cold as fast as it did, the reality of the situation was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at the sky and took in a strangled breath before wincing in pain. To his left he noticed his flask— his dads old flask, it was his eighteenth birthday gift. The thought of his father’s proud face as he handed it to him that day made Bob sick. He reached for it, the cold metal on his palm soothed him a bit. He weakly unscrewed the cap and went to take a sip, only to realize it was empty. Johnny watched him the entire time with a horrified gaze, but Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Damn... that’s a shame.” The Soc grumbled to himself.

He tossed it, making it land a few feet away in the grass. His attention returned to the starry sky, a light feeling crept its way in his chest. He couldn’t tell if that was just him dying or if it was something else, but after eighteen years of being in this world his finally took the time to stop and look at how beautiful the sky was for the first and last time. He was scared, he didn’t want to go so soon, yet at the same time... he was relieved.

“Wow...” Bob sighed, “Ain’t this something else.”

His vision began to blur, tears— or was that also death? He felt the salty streams creep past his eyelids and run down the corners of his eyes. He was ready.

With one final breath, he passed away. His eyes never closed, he died looking at the stars.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #bob sheldon #cherry valance #robert sheldon #bob sheldon imagine #bob sheldon headcanons #bob sheldon hcs

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Hello! If you want could you do hcs for a s/o that’s really sporty? And bc of that they don’t always have a lot of free time? If that makes sense??

A/N: Babe this is pretty much my life. I figure skate and I used to play soccer and softball, my younger brother does travel baseball and basketball every year, and my ex-irl-partner plays ice hockey. We’re always at baseball fields or ice rinks or basketball courts so I definitely understand what you mean <3 hope you enjoy!

DARRY CURTIS

You were definitely a high school athlete and maybe you and your family were able to pay the rest of your college tuition with your athletic scholarship and get you into school

Either way, when you and Darry were in high school, you guys were the athlete power couple

He was always busy with football, and you were always busy with your own sports!

Some of the only off time you guys would get would be when one of you had to take some time off for an injury or when the seasons weren’t running

But, Darry understands what you’re going through and tries his best to fit himself into your schedule where you want him

He’s used to being busy because of sports, he knows what’s going on and will not be offended by you being busy!

SODAPOP CURTIS

It depends on the context on Soda’s gonna feel about you being so busy with sports

He already does his best to go to all of your games, he loves watching you play whenever he the chance

Heaven forbid he has to work on the day you have a game, whoever’s on the shift with him is going to hear him complain all morning

But when you have to cancel plans with him because a new practice was scheduled or the team decided to do something, Soda gets a little upset

Granted, he knows it’s not your fault but it hurts a little, y’know? It doesn’t feel real great

Nevertheless, he’s excited to get whatever time he can with you, even if that means working a little longer some days so he has free time when you have free time

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy is a track star, remember? So he’s used to having a busy schedule during sports seasons and would completely understand what you’re going through

Unless you’re on the track team with him, there’s a high chance that your practices/games/meets aren’t going to match up

You might have a practice while Pony’s free and maybe his track meet starts just as soon as your game is over

Ponyboy’s pretty go with the flow I think, at least about this, so he’s pretty alright with finding places in your schedules to figure out where y’all can get together

If your schedules line up and you manage to make it to his meet or he can go watch you play?

It’s a really big deal and everyone’s super excited to see the other waiting in the stands

DALLAS WINSTON

Expect complaints from him about your lack of free time, Dally is a very needy boyfriend and that’s just the truth

He wants your attention and he wants it all the time so when you tell him that you can’t go on friday night because you have practice, there will be a small fight

It’s worse when the sports plans pop up last minute and messes up the plans you had with Dal

It doesn’t matter to Dally that you’re free on Saturday because he’s already planning on taking you out Sunday, he doesn’t care that you’re now busy on Sunday and his plans won’t work

Being completely honest? I wouldn’t be surprised if y’all broke up over a fight about stuff like that ^^

But that’s not what matters here, we can talk more about that later

JOHNNY CADE

A lot of times, people don’t understand how exhausting playing sports can be, not having free time is really tiring

Johnny is more than happy to learn about your schedule and wait for you to have time <3

He likes going to your events! Sometimes he’ll drag Dally or Pony along too, you’ll have a little cheering squad in the stands, it’s super cute!

I feel like Johnny’s one of those partners who knows your schedule better than you do

Like, he knows when and where you have practice, you might as well just ask him where you’re playing that week

All in all, super supportive, one of the least likely out of the boys to be upset about your lack of free time

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit. I feel like he’s always involved in something, he’s a social butterfly y’know, so you not having much free time isn’t too surprising

Y’all make it work, you fit each other in so that no one gets upset

Sometimes, Two wants more time with you so he’ll pick you up from practices and games and accompany you to wherever you’re going

If you have after school practice or something? Two’ll take you home and sit with you while you do your homework

Gotta keep those grades up if you want to keep playing sports so why wouldn’t you want to have Two there with you while you do it?

A few kisses for every few problem you get done, the system works quite well and everyone’s happy

STEVE RANDLE

Steve’s volatile, his reactions are different depending on the situation

If he knows in advance that you’re going to be busy, say you’ve got a tournament a few towns over and you can’t make it to the date he was trying to set up, Steve understands!

He’s generally very patient as long as he’s forewarned of what’s going on in your schedule

But when things are moved around last minute and games or practices are added to the schedule, Steve loses some of his patience

He’s not upset with you, just upset that your sport, something you love, keeps you from him, which is something you also love

It’s best if your team decides to stick to a schedule, Steve and everyone else involved is much happier that way

TIM SHEPARD

Firstly, this boy loves going to your games and it’s always a possibility for him to bring some of the gang along

So you might have a greaser cheering squad for you, all courtesy of Timothy Shepard

If Tim is ever upset about your lack of free time, he won’t show it much, his emotions tend to get pretty locked down

He’d be a little aloof, a little quietly ticked off because he does want his time with you, he wants you around him

Tim’s upset that you have no time, and he’s sort of like Dallas in that aspect because y’all are gonna fight about it

He doesn’t mean half of what he says, he never does when y’all fight but just try and keep in mind that he’s really not mad at you

CURLY SHEPARD

If Curly doesn’t get to go on a date with you once a week, you’re gonna have to expect a tantrum from him, it’s almost inevitable

I mean full on tantrum, screaming and yelling, dirty looks and piercing glares and mean name calling

He understands that you have sports but often doesn’t care that you’re not really allowed to skip practices and games to hang out with him

And if he goes full tantrum, you’ve got two paths you can take: scream back at him to enforce your point or never raise your voice and let Curly tire himself out

If you manage to convince him, he’ll be sitting in the stands during your next practice or game, watching you play whatever sport you do

Waves you over after you’re done and apologizes under his breath, so quietly you can barely hear him and gives you a soft kiss to say he’s sorry

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dallaswinstonsleatherjacket · 3 years

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Ok y’all, here’s the Dallypop

this is for @chaotically-cas and @naturallesbain cause we love them

Soda didn't know where else to go.

He didn't want to go back home, he didn't want to have to see Pony and Darry’s faces, as they tried to make him feel better. He couldn't go to Steve's house, him showing up would make it worse with him and his dad. Two-bit was either drunk somewhere or at home, asleep.

So Soda walked to Bucks, each step heavy, his eyes red and hands jammed in his pockets. He really should have been looking out for Socs, but he wasn't thinking, he never was thinking.

He wasn't thinking, and so that's why he was halfway there, before he realized that Dally could be drunk, or passed out, or even have a girl in his room. What was he doing anyway? He should just go back home...maybe he could stay with Johnny in the lot or something.

But he trudged on, and sighed deeply as he approached Bucks, knocking on the door loudly before stepping back and closing his eyes for a minute.

Buck opened the door, looking startled at the sight of the middle Curtis.

“Hey, Sodapop, you alright? You ain't supposed to be here, you know that.”

“I know, Buck, I’m sorry...please, i'm just here to see Dally..”

“I don't know, kid…”

“Please.”

Buck looked around before sighing. “Fine kid. But no drinking, ya hear, or Darry’s gonna beat the tar outta me himself.”

Soda nodded, slipping inside and keeping his head down, walking straight past the drunks and the strippers and the creeps, and upstairs to the bedrooms.

Making his way to the one Dally occupied, he slowed down. Was this a bad idea? Was he gonna wake Dally up?

He shook his head. He was here already.

Knocking on the door, he waited.

“Comin!” he heard someone yell, and his heart jumped, although he didn't quite know why.

The door opened a second later, and there stood Dally, half asleep and rubbing his eyes. He was only wearing sweatpants, which hung low on his hips, and while Soda tried not to stare, he felt it was tremendously hard to do so, because Dallas Winston could be chiseled out of stone.

“Johnny?” he mumbled sleepily, “That you?”

“No, Dal, it's me. Sorry to bother you…”

“Sodapop?”

“Y-yeah..”

“What the hell are you doin’ here this late? It's nearly one in the morning!”

“I couldn't...I couldn't go home.”

Dally looked like he wanted to punch a wall, but instead he said sharply;

“Get inside, Soda. Man, you Curtis kids never think, do ya?”

Dally tugged Soda into the room. Sitting on the bed, he took a deep breath.

“You tell Darry where you were, kid?”

Soda shook his head.

“Oh for fucks sake-hold on one second-”

Dally walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open, and Sodapop hovered awkwardly in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do.

There was a phone at the end of the hall, and Dally stood in front of it, dialing the number quickly and holding the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Darry? It's me.”

There were frantic noises on the other end of the line, and Soda felt his heart sink. He hadn't even told Darry what happened, he must be worried out of his mind…

“No, Darry, I got him, he's here with me right now. Yes, I'm sure, I’m lookin’ at him right now. No, no, he's fine. Dar, I promise.”

Dally listened for a minute, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall. “I’m not letting him head home after dark, Dar. He can stay with me for the night, we’ll be fine. No, he's fine, I told you.”

Dally listened again, before muttering a quick “G’night, Darry” and hanging up the phone.

Turning back to Soda, he ushered him back into the room, shutting the door once again behind him. Crossing the room quickly, he pulled a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of the old wooden dresser and tossed them to Soda.

“You can change in the bathroom, and then you’re gonna tell me exactly what's going on, ya hear?”

Soda nodded, swallowing before making his way to the bathroom. He didn't want to tell Dally anything, really, but it was better than telling Darry or Pony. He just wanted to go to bed, really, but he knew if Dally wanted him to talk, he would get him to talk.

He walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and watched as a very agitated Dallas leaned up against his headboard, grabbing a cigarette off the nightstand and holding it to his lips. Lighting it and taking a deep breath, he looked over to where Soda was standing.

“Come’ere, kid, sit down. I don't bite.”

Soda smiled a little at that, and sat on the bed next to Dally, leaning the same way as him and looking down at his hands in his lap.

It was silent for a bit before Dally finally spoke.

“What happened, Sodakid?”

Soda shook his head, looking up and straight ahead. “Nothin’ Dal. I’m sorry I came here and woke you up.”

Dally sighed, letting out a small puff of smoke. “I ain’t dumb, Curtis.”

Soda looked over at Dally sideways.

“Sandy...she cheated on me. Got pregnant with some kid, it ain't mine. She's packin’ her bags and headin’ to Florida tomorrow, as far as I know.”

He felt the knot in his stomach as he spoke, and he blinked away tears, fast. He didn't want to cry any more, especially in front of Dally.

Dally was silent for a minute, only taking short drags on his cigarette and making no comment. When he finally spoke, he sounded tired, a little sad, even.

“I’m really sorry, man. Sucks, doesn't it?” He laughed dryly, putting his cigarette out.

Soda swallowed again, trying to hold back the choked tears threatening to fall. He didn't answer, he didn't know if he could say anything without sobbing.

“I always liked you, you know that, Curtis?”

Soda looked up, a little surprised.

“What?”

“I always thought you were good lookin. Movie-star like, the type you see in films, ya know?” Dally lit another cigarette.

Soda blushed a little, smiling. He heard it often, mostly from flirty girls at the DX, but it was different coming from Dally, somehow.

“And I thought it was crazy, at first, you know? Cause I’m a guy, right? But then I remembered these guys back in New York who liked blokes. Gay, they said. I didn't mind them like some people did, and I guess I know why now.” He laughed again.

Soda didn't really know how to respond, he didn't know why Dally was telling him any of this.

“Anyway, think that's why things never worked out between me and Sylvia. I don’t like girls, and I liked someone else.”

Soda still didn't know what to say, and he hated it, he should say something. But he didn't know what. I like you too? I’ve liked you for years? I'm so happy you felt you could tell me?

But the words got stuck in his throat.

Dally looked over at Soda, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry for dumping that all on you, man. Know you got plenty of girls you could have.”

Soda shook his head, words still lodged in his throat. “No-no, I've been…” He swallowed, trying to think. “I've been thinking about that...before she even told me all that today…”

Dally raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment.

“I’m-I like both, you know? I don't know what that's called or nothing...but I wouldn't be against dating a guy.” Especially not if it's you.

Dally grinned, shaking his head. “Good to know, Soda, good to know.”

The knock on the door startled them both, and Dally got up, stretching before making his way to the door. Soda stayed where he was, he had no interest talking to Darry if he had stormed over here in a panic.

Dally opened the door, and stood there for a second, silent. Then he spoke softly, dangerously.

“You. Get out of here.”

Soda heard the voice that responded, and he sank down in the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in his arms, trying desperately not to cry.

“I told you to leave!”

“Please, just let me talk to him!”

“No. You've hurt him enough, leave him alone.”

“I just want to explain!”

“What is there to explain? Huh? You cheated on him.”

It was silent on the other side of the door, and Dally spoke again.

“Leave, now.”

He shut the door, crossing the room and sitting back next to where Soda was.

Don't cry, don't cry, please don't cry, Soda was begging himself, but it was too late, and tears were running down his face, and he was trying not to breathe, not to sob.

“Sodapop…” He heard Dally say, and it was the softest Soda had ever heard his voice.

“I’m sorry-” he gasped finally, “I'm so sorry, Dally.”

“Hey, hey, man, you don't have to apologise.”

Soda shook his head, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, Dally was leaning back against the wall, and wrapping a cautious arm around Soda, and Soda felt himself leaning into Dally, crying into his shoulder as Dally held him.

After a bit, he managed to sit up and wipe the tears from his eyes, smiling sadly at Dally.

“I'm sorry, Dally, I'm being a wuss.”

“You ain’t a wuss, Soda. It's fine. Let's head to bed, okay? It's late enough.”

Soda nodded, so they lay down, and Dally pulled the covers around them both.

“You alright?”

“Yeah” Soda said, but he shivered a little.

“C’mere, man.” Dally opened his arms a little bit, and Soda stared. Dally, cuddling.

Dally looked at him and grinned, knowing what he was thinking.

“I’m feeling nice tonight, Pepsi-cola. You wanna cuddle or not?”

Soda nodded, blushing again and slipping into Dally’s arms. Head nestled in Dally’s chest, Dally's face was in his hair, and it was all a tangle of arms and legs under the blankets.

Dally was like a heater, and Soda felt himself getting sleepy, yawning and snuggling more into Dally.

“G’night, Soda.”

“Night, Dally. Thank you.”

Soda thought he heard Dally whisper “I love you”, but at that point he was too far asleep to tell.

#fanfic #The Outsiders #dallypop #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #bad writing #starsfics

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Jealousy

Anonymous asked: Can I please request a imagine where the ready is Dallas total opposite best friend (she is really kind and sweet) and a soc flirts with her and Dallas gets protective and possessive and admits he is inlove with her?

Anonymous asked: hi! could you write about the reader going out with dally and getting into trouble for the first time and they end up getting jumped by socs? protective dally is so hot

Warnings: swearing, blood, really really long (4018 words to be exact)

a/n: haha guess who got carried away again!! I mean, I tried to make this one longer anyways because I combined two requests in one. They were very similar so I hope y’all are okay with that!! also, I tried to shake up the ending a bit because I feel like all my imagines end the same,, credit to @bisvtori for the photo

protective dally is so hot i love it mm

“A board game?” Dally questioned with disgust. “You guys really thing I’m gonna sit here and play a board game?”

“C’mon, Dal.” Pony sighed. “We’ve been going out a lot lately. We should just stay inside tonight.” He said, trying to reason with the hot-headed boy.

Dally sat there and scoffed. “Not even cards?”

“What wrong with a board game, Dal?” Johnny asked, helping Pony set up the board.

“Yeah c’mon it’ll be fun.” Two-Bit said, taking a sip of his beer. Soda and Steve handed the colorful bills out to everyone sitting at the table while Dally sat there in disbelief.

“You guys are crazy if you think I’m gonna spend my Friday night playing a board game.” He stood up and pushed his chair in forcefully. “I’ll see you around.”

“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out!” Steve called. Dally flipped him off as he walked out of the house, letting the screen door slam loudly behind him. As he walked down the steps of the porch, he saw (y/n) walking through the gate.

“Hi, Dal!” She greeted him with a warm smile. She closed the gate behind her and walked up to him

“Hey, (y/n).” He greeted back.

“Where are you headed?”

“Anywhere but here. They’re playing board games.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and dug his boot in the dirt at his feet.

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled. “Pony invited me. You’re not staying?”

“No. It’s Friday.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, Dal. It’s what you make of it that matters.”

“Okay well let’s make something of it. Can’t make much happen sitting inside and playing board games.”

“I don’t wanna ditch Pony.” She said sadly, trying to push past him.

He grasped her shoulders with her strong hands, stopping her before she could take a step further. “C’mon (y/n), it’ll be fun.” She stared up at him, unphased by his words. He sighed heavily before making a compromise. “Okay, if you ain’t having fun I’ll bring you back here.”

“Dal-“

“Just a couple’a hours, (y/n), I promise.”

She contemplated for a moment. “Okay, fine.” Dally smiled triumphantly as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the yard. “But only a couple of hours, then I’m coming back here.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He said, brushing her off. He led her to his car, unlacing his fingers from hers as he walked over to the driver’s side.

She stood at the front of the car and kept her arms crossed as he hopped in. He stuck his head out the window. “You getting in or not?”

She huffed in response, “You can at least be a gentleman if you’re gonna drag me out like this.”

He rolled his eyes and got back out of his car. He glared at her as he walked past. “Anything for you, princess.” He said in a condescending tone. He opened the door and motioned for her to get inside.

“Thank you.” She said, climbing into the passenger’s seat. Dally quickly made his way back around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, adjusting his mirrors and casually checking himself out.

“Where are we going?” She asked. Dally started turned the ignition and the engine came alive with a loud roar.

“You’ll see.” He smirked before shifting into drive and speeding off.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy her adventures with Dallas. There was nothing else like it. Open road, the music turned up, the windows down. They had done this many times before. It brought them closer each time. Dally was the one person she was able to tell almost everything to, and she was always there for him as well. Whenever he got into a bad fight, she was always there to patch him up. Not to mention, she was there the entire time he was on and off with Sylvia. He cared about her more than he’d ever be willing to admit, and what they had between each other was special.

She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air as it flowed through her hair. She stuck her head slightly out the window, taking it all in. Dally rarely took the streets in town, instead taking the highway that surrounded the perimeter. Less traffic, less lights, and a perfect view of the scenery untouched by civilization. The sun was setting on the horizon, shades of purple and orange painting the sky. Dally looked over at her, noticing her content state. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of her.

She instinctively looked over to him, and he quickly looked back at the road, hoping she didn’t notice him staring.

She turned the radio down to speak to him. “Dal, can you tell me now?” She asked.

“We’ll be there soon.” He said, gripping the wheel tighter and increasing his speed slightly. They sat in silence, listening to music and enjoying the rest of the ride.

Dally eventually made his way back into town, turning down various side streets and finally stopping outside a busy looking bar. The sun had completely set by then, the streetlamps and building lights illuminating the strip. “That’s the place.” Dally said, pointing to the bar. Before she could say anything, he drove off, eventually stopping at the back of the building.

“Dal, are we even allowed to be here?” She asked cautiously, eyeing down the individuals that were loitering on the outside.

He turned the car off, the rumble of the engine halting abruptly. He stuffed his keys into his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lifting it to his lips.

“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll be fine.” He assured her coolly, lighting the cigarette. They both climbed out of the car and she rushed to his side, wary of those that surrounded the bar.

“I think I’d rather be at Pony’s right now,” she said quietly to him.

Dally put his arm around the small of her back and slowly walked her to the door. “C’mon (y/n), I won’t let anything happen to you. Alright?” He said reassuringly, but that didn’t ease her discomfort. Still, she felt a little better with his arm around her. She moved closer to him, sticking to him like glue.

There were many people of all walks in this bar, all divided by grouping. Socs on one side, greasers on the other. It was amazing they could be in such close quarters and be so civil with one another. But she did notice the occasional piercing glare from one end of the bar to another between the groups. The rivalry was still aflame, just toned down. She didn’t want to know what would happen if a fight broke out.

Dally walked her up to the bar. “You wait here, I’m just gonna go say hi to a few people.” He put his cigarette out on the ashtray before turning back to her. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, disappearing into the crowd. She sat at the bar; her hands clammy from nervousness. She kept them clasped together as her elbows rested on the bar in front. She wasn’t used to this many people, and the environment was unfamiliar to her which added to her slight anxiety.

She gazed at the intricate bottles of alcohol that were on the various shelves behind the bartenders. Each one unique and beautiful in its own way. She had never touched the stuff too often, but she did note that the bottles made it look much more enticing than it was.

She was stuck in her thoughts when someone approached her from the side.

“Hey,” the voice was cool and calm. It cut right through the music and she turned her head to the source. A soc boy. Blonde fluffy hair, khakis and a nice shirt. He quite easy on the eyes as well. Soc boy or not, she was shy with anyone of the opposite gender. She felt her face heat up as she made eye contact with him.

She averted her gaze as she replied. “Hello.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all by yourself?” He asked, leaning in. Even though it was quite dark, the light that hung above the bar was bright enough for her to see his hazel eyes.

“I’m here with my friend.” She explained, not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Some friend they must be, leaving you here alone.” He bit his lip as he looked at her up and down. “Some folks in here wouldn’t be so kind to you.”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

He leaned in again, so close she could feel his warm breath on her ear. “Let me buy you a drink, doll.” He paused for a moment. “I’ll make worth your while”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to cause a scene, and she didn’t want to stay there any longer.

She slowly began to shift herself out of her seat when she saw the boy get thrown from his stool onto the floor. Most of the chatter came to a halt as Dally towered over the boy, a fire burning bright in his eyes.

“She ain’t interested pal, now fuck off.” Dally said.

“Why don’t you fuck off, dirty greaser.” He said, standing up and spitting in Dally’s face. Dally grabbed his shirt and knocked his head to the soc’s. The soc fell to the ground, unconscious.

The whole world seemed to come to a stop as the boy hit the ground. The two opposing sides knowing what was about to happen, but still were hesitant. It was slow motion, the many bodies standing abruptly from their stools and chairs. Poker chips and playing cards went flying, as well as cups and the liquid within them. It was quite the dramatic scene. She watched with wide eyes as the two waves of opposing gangs collided, Dally plastered right in the middle.

The bartender signaled for her to jump over the counter, and she listened without any hesitation. She didn’t want to get caught up in that mix. The sounds of shouting, yelling, grunting, glass shattering, and groaning filled the air, completely drowning out the jukebox in the background.

“Stay here,” the bartender instructed, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m gonna call the police.” He quickly turned and escaped to the back room to make the call. He eyes widened. If the police came, Dally would for sure be arrested.

She climbed on top of the bar, trying to scope out her greaser boy in the ocean of people. She squinted her eyes to get a better view, but it was useless, it was too dark and the air was cloudy with a thin layer of smoke.

It was difficult, but she eventually picked him out from the crowd. He had a soc by the shirt and was punching him repeatedly. She was about climb down off the counter when she was stopped in her tracks by the horrific sight of four other socs jumping on him from behind. Dally disappeared under the group, their arms raising and snapping back to throw punches at the greaser boy beneath them. A few of Dally’s friends noticed and rushed to the scene, prying the soc boys off one by one and slowly finishing them off.

Dally slowly pulled himself off the floor and steadied himself on a nearby table. She quickly rushed over to him, trying to avoid getting caught in any fights.

“Dally!” She cried. He looked over to her and she saw how bad the damage really was. His eye was black and bloodshot. Blood dropped slowly from his nose, streaks of it swept across his cheek as Dally had tried to wipe it. “Are you okay?” She asked frantically.

“I’m fine, (y/n).” He said flatly, trying to brush off her concern.

She ignored his attitude. “We need to leave now; the bartender called the police.” She explained.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Dally said, struggling to steady himself as he stepped away from the table he was leaning on. He stumbled a bit, almost tripping when she stopped him.

“Why are you walking like that?” She asked, helping him stand straight.

“I’m kinda dizzy.” He held a hand to his forehead. She noticed his bruised and bloody knuckles. He had fought hard. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, allowing him to rest some of his weight on her.

“You must be concussed.” She helped him to the back door, careful to avoid any more fighting. She clasped the doorknob and began to turn when the sounds of sirens filled the bar. Tires screeched outside, followed by the front door breaking open with a loud bash.

“Everybody down!” an officer shouted. She wasted no time opening the door and helping Dallas out the back.

“Hurry, Dal, hurry!” she pleaded, helping him to the passenger side of his car.

“I can drive.” He mumbled.

“No, you can’t.” She said flatly, helping him into the car. She closed the door and he leaned his head on the window, closing his eyes. She sat in the car and reached into his jacket pocket for his keys, igniting the engine and speeding off. “We need to get you to the hospital.” She said, looking over at him.

His eyes shot open at her words. He turned to her and pointed a finger. “You ain’t taking me to a hospital.”

“Dal, your head-”

“This has happened before, I’m always fine.” He slurred, turning back to face the window.

She shook her head and decided to bring him to Bucks. Surely, he’d know what to do. At least she hoped he would.

She sped onto the lot and quickly parked the car. She turned the car off and hopped out, rushing to the passenger side to help the broken boy. Slowly opening the door, she grabbed his arm and steadied him again, slowly walking him to the entrance.

It was rather quiet for a Friday night. There were only a few people sitting and playing cards at a table when she and Dally shuffled in. Buck looked up from his hand and noticed Dally’s state.

“(y/n).” He said, standing up and walking over to them. “What the hell happened to him?”

“I’m fine!” grumbled Dally.

“There was a huge fight at some bar on the other end of town. I think he’s concussed.” She said as Buck took Dally’s weight off her shoulder.

“Let’s take him upstairs. Grab a couple of rags behind the bar and wet them to clean his face.” Buck said, carefully leading Dally towards the stairs. “And fill a bag with ice!”

She followed his instructions, finding a few cleaning rags in a drawer which she wet in the sink. She fished through the freezer and grabbed a tray of ice cubes, dumping the contents into a small plastic bag. By the time she made it upstairs, Buck already had Dally in his bed.

“I’m gonna go find some painkillers,” He said, walking past her. She walked over to Dally, taking a look at his bruised face before kneeling beside him.

His eyes were closed, but he knew she was beside him. Her presence was calming. What she didn’t know was Dally lied to her. He had been concussed before, but never this bad. His whole world was spinning, and he was worried. But god forbid he admit that. He needed to be strong.

She carefully began to wipe the dried blood from his cheek, trying not to put too much pressure as to not hurt his bruised face more. “You need to be more careful, Dal.” She said softly. “You might get yourself killed one day, and I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.” She folded the rag, exposing a clean area and began wiping gently again.

Dally grumbled. “You think I’m just gonna sit by and let that guy touch you?” He tried sitting up, but she pushed him down again.

“I don’t know what you feel you have to prove with me, but nearly dying each time is not the way to do it.” She said, handing him the bag of ice. He placed it on his forehead and closed his eyes; the cold somewhat easing the throbbing pain in his head. “You’re so stupid sometimes, honestly.” She had never spoken to him like that before, and Dally was taken aback.

He opened his mouth to speak again before Buck came back into the room with a glass of water and a couple of pills. “Here, take these.” He said. Dally slowly sat up, taking the pills from Buck’s hand and tossing them in his mouth. What was once a completely full glass of water was quickly reduced to nothing but a few small drops at the bottom, quenching Dally’s seemingly unquenchable thirst. He felt a little better, he just needed to rest now. He lied back down on the pillow and rested the ice to his forehead.

“He’s gotta rest. You should head home.” Buck said to (y/n). That was the last thing Dally heard before he fell asleep.

The sunlight lightly filtered in through the half-closed blinds, stirring the sleeping boy. The bag of ice had turned into water and was on the bed beside him. It must have opened, because the mattress was soaked. “Fuck.” Dally whispered to himself. He sat up, his wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his back. He took it off and tossed it on the floor.

“Hey!” A voice said.

He jumped at the surprise and looked down. (Y/n) was curled up under a few blankets. His wet shirt landed on her head. She tossed it aside and glared at him angrily.

Dally was startled by her voice, unaware that she had been beside him all night. “What the hell are you doing down there?” he asked.

“I didn’t have a way home, so I just stayed here.” She explained, pulling the blanket up to her chest. “And I didn’t wanna wake you, so I just slept down here.”

Dally stood up and pulled his comforter over the wet mattress, hoping it would be thick enough so the water wouldn’t seep through. “Get up.” he instructed, holding a hand out to her. She reached and grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet. She understood and laid down on the bed. He made himself comfortable beside her.

“Is your head okay?” She asked.

Dally almost forgot the beating he took last night. He had gotten used to the dull aches scoured his body, and his head hurt significantly less that the night before. He was grateful for that. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” He said, putting his arms behind his head.

She gazed at him with worried eyes. “Do you remember what I said to you last night?”

Dally thought back, but he couldn’t remember much of the night prior. He didn’t even remember how they got to Buck’s place. “No, I don’t.” He admitted. “I don’t really remember too much after what happened in the bar.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, turning onto her back.

“What?” He questioned.

“This is exactly what I mean. You need to be more careful!” He gazed at her intently as she continued. “Look, I care about you. A lot. I want you to stop being so reckless whenever we go out.”

He rolled onto his side to face her. “That guy was coming on to you, (y/n). Was I supposed to sit by and watch?”

“You didn’t need to start a fight over it!” She snapped. “You knocked him out, Dal!”

“Whatever, (y/n).”

She ignored him. “You just get so angry all the time and you can’t control yourself. I don’t like seeing you like that. I don’t like it when you fight people.”

“Yeah? And I don’t like it when you got all these guys flirting with you all the time.” He rolled back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “You just sit by and let it happen.”

Was he... jealous?

“It just bothers me, you know?” he said, avoiding eye contact. His head was slowly beginning to ache again from his anger.

They were both silent for a moment, his eyes locked onto the ceiling, and hers locked onto him. She understood what he was implying. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

He scoffed. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Stop beating around the bush, Dal, and tell me!”

“What? You obviously know. Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He sat up on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards her.

“If it means anything, I feel the same.” she said, staring at his back. He sat there motionless as he let the words sink into him. It felt awkward. He didn’t move or say anything. She was confused about what was going on.

She mumbled something under her breath as she shuffled to the edge of the bed, attempting to stand up. He stopped her, a firm hand gripping her wrist. “What did you say?”

“I said: you’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst?”

“Yeah, you are.” She sat beside him. “You don’t think it bothers me too? Except the difference is, you’re the one flirting with other girls. I have to sit by and watch and pretend I’m okay with it.” She fumbled with her fingers as she continued. “Then you just treat me like a friend, but then get mad when I talk to other boys. I’m so confused about what you want.” She looked up at him. “So, can you just tell me now?”

He looked away, taking his hand off her wrist. He sat silently for a moment, searching for the right words. She sat waiting patiently, looking at the bruises that covered his face; her stomach twisting with anxiety.

“I don’t deserve you, (y/n).” He avoided her, looking everywhere else in the room besides her. She’d never seen him flustered like this before. Dally was always cool and calm (when he wasn’t angry), never nervous or emotional.

“I’m trying to be better for you, but I feel like it won’t matter in the end anyways. Maybe you like the way it is right now, and maybe I don’t even have a chance.” Dally was fumbling over his words trying his hardest to remain calm.

Her anxiety quickly turned into contentment as the words fell upon her ears. Her feelings were reciprocated, and she couldn’t be happier. “Don’t change, Dal.” She said. “I like you for you. We get on real well all the time, and I always look forward to seeing you.” She inched closer to him. He looked at her, pleasantly surprised at her words. “Aside from the fighting. If there was one thing you should change, it would be that.” she smiled at him.

He laughed a bit looking down at the floor. When he turned back to her, she was inches from his face. He silently cursed at himself for not admitting this to her sooner. It seemed to be going a lot more smoothly than he had originally anticipated. He gazed at her, admiring her features, until his eyes dropped to her lips. He didn’t realize exactly how close she was until he looked at them. His instinct pulled him towards them, wanting to place his own lips on hers. He slowly began to lean in, until she began to speak again.

“But, how about you take me on a date first. We’ll see how it goes from there.” She said playfully, pulling away, much to his dismay.

She stood up from the bed and turned to walk away until he grabbed her hand. He didn’t want her to go. “Hey,” he said. But she wriggled out of his grasp and walked to the door. “Where are you going?”

She leaned against the door frame and smiled back at him. “Breakfast date?”

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