#the outsiders fic

[augiewrites]

"boundaries" - dallas winston

summary: dallas carries y/n to bed

pairing: dallas winston x curtis sister!reader

word count: 478

a/n: idk if this is a dead fandom but at least three times a year i remember that the outsiders exists and become obsessed again lol

Y/N hadn’t been sleeping well lately, so when she fell asleep on the couch Darry couldn’t bring himself to risk waking her up. The most he dared to do was drape a blanket over his sleeping sister before retreating to his bedroom for the night.

Dallas, however, didn’t give a shit.

He needed somewhere to sleep, and she was in his designated spot.

Dally had just lifted Y/N into his arms when her eyelids fluttered open, still weighed down by sleep.

“Darry?”

“No—shut up and go back to sleep.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open at Dally’s unexpected voice and briefly registered him carrying her across the living room.

“Where we goin’?” Y/N’s voice came out in a mumble as her eyes fell shut again.

“Bed. Need a place to crash tonight.”

“And you chose my room? Gonna be a tight fit.”

Glory, she’s annoying even when she’s barely conscious, Dally thought, but he was too tired to be his usual combative self.

The hallway was dark, but he could see the shimmer of her eyes looking up at him from the void. He never liked the way she looked at him—there was too much hope, too much recognition, too much of an implication that she knew something he didn’t.

Dallas wasn’t exactly known for being respectful, but Darry’s acceptance of him meant a lot more to him than he would ever be willing to admit—even to himself. So, despite becoming quite fond of Y/N, he kept his distance. If there was one thing Dallas loved to do, it was to test the boundaries of every relationship he’s ever had, both friendly and romantic.

This was one boundary Dallas had reservations about crossing.

“Do you hate me, Dallas?” There was a softness in Y/N’s voice that was rare to hear coming from the girl.

Dallas paused in the threshold of Y/N’s bedroom and dared a glance down into her eyes, but quickly snapped out of it and kept moving across the room to her small bed.

“No, stupid.” He unceremoniously dropped her on the bed and turned to move out of the room, but he was stopped by her calling out to him.

“You not gonna tuck me in, Winston?”

He threw a glance over his shoulder and was met with the knowing glint in her eyes that he was ever-growing uneasy of.

Catching himself, he snapped back into character, scoffing and throwing a stupid plush dog at her head. He remembered the gang’s trip to the state fair a few years back, remembered how excited she was when Soda won it for her after seven tries at the ring toss, and he remembered her shoving it in his face while teasing that the K-9 unit was coming for his sorry ass.

“Go to bed.”

The door closed behind him with a solid thud.

Stupid girl.

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i'm trying to get back in the writing groove but i'm so uninspired lol—feedback is appreciated as usual :)

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[sweetsreverie]

Saviors

while walking home after dark, the gang comes to your rescue after a group of socs jump you. pairing: outsiders gang x f!reader wc: 1,537 warning(s): assault, blood, allusions of intent to SA

You had spent the majority of the afternoon at the library working on a project before you left in the evening. It was dark by the time you left, and while you knew better than to walk home by yourself, you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone by calling your parents or any of the guys in the gang. 

So you start walking home, and in an attempt to give yourself some peace of mind, you grab your house keys and clutch them in your hand. You wished you carried a blade on you. 

Your walk home was fine until you were only three blocks away from your house. That’s when you saw headlights shining from behind you, and you heard a car engine; a white corvair was soon in your periphery, and there were three boys inside, around your age if not a little older.

“Hey grease!” One shouts from the window, and you try your best to ignore them as they shout obscenities at you.

“Broad’s ignoring us. Look.” One comments as they pull up the car closer to the curb, and they steadily drive beside you.

“Hey! You’re too pretty to be with those greasers all day. Let me show you a good time, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but feel panic as they continued to follow you. There really wasn't anywhere to run or hide. There was an alleyway nearby that led to a dead end.

When the car came to a stop, that’s when you started booking it. You take off in a full sprint and listen to the three pairs of footsteps rapidly approaching you from behind. One of the boys reaches out and grabs the top handle of your backpack and yanks on it, and the force sends you to the sidewalk on your back. It knocks the wind out of you and that’s when one of the boys pins you down to the pavement, and the other two stand above you with sinister grins on their lips. You were powerless under his weight, no matter how much you kicked.

“You know, we wouldn’t be here if you had just stopped to talk with us, hm? Now look where we are.” The brunette kneeling on you says, and his knees dig into your arms that were pinned to the sidewalk.

“Just let me go- please, I won’t tell anyone-” You stammer, and he shakes his head while making a tsk tsk sound.

“I think it’s too late for that now. It’s late and everyone’s in for the night, so there’s no one to bother us.” He says before he looks up at the other two, and without another word, the three of them begin to drag you into the nearby alleyway. You kick and scream, making any and all attempts to escape from their iron grasps.

“Shut up! Shut your trap!” The blond shouts as you’re pushed to the ground again, and it was his turn to taunt you while the brunette and redhead watched. He reaches behind him and pulls out a switchblade, flicking it open and holding it in front of your face.

“Now you be quiet. Or I’ll skin you right here.” He warns you while he puts his hand over your mouth, and by now your vision is blurry from the tears that were welling up in your eyes. 

You came to realize that you were fully at their mercy. If one of them had a knife, the chances were good that they all did. They were bigger and stronger than you, and if you didn’t want to be left for dead on the sidewalk, you had to be careful. You knew what happened to Johnny.

“You know, it’s a shame when pretty girls like you hang out with greaser trash.” He says while he moves his knife down, trailing the tip of the blade down your chin and chest, and his smirk grows.

“A lot of greaser broads are skanks. You don’t seem like it though.” He comments, and as his knife moves closer to the belt on your jeans, your brain goes into fight or flight mode.

“Let me go!” You screech, and you kick your legs as hard as you can to try and free yourself. You land a kick to the blond’s leg, and he grunts in pain while the brunette reaches down and grabs your ponytail with one hand, and he lands a hard smack on your cheek with the other. Your cheek began to burn from the impact immediately, but that didn’t stop you from fighting your way out of their grasp. The redhead whips out a knife from the pocket of his letterman jacket and flips it open, and he grabs you by the neck and holds the blade up to your jaw.

“Please let me go- please-” You cry as he presses the cold metal into your skin, making a small slice into your jaw. You felt weak from fighting them and your throat was beginning to hurt. 

Your attention was taken from them when you heard another voice shout from the other side of the street. 

“Hey! Get your ass out of our side of town!”

It was Dallas. You’d honestly never been so glad to hear his voice.

“Shit- get outta here!” The brunette says quickly, and they pretty much drop you to the pavement while they scramble back to their car. You turn onto your side and curl up, but you hear multiple sets of footsteps shuffling around. The tires on the corvair screech as they peel away, and you’re relieved.

When you turn to look, you see Dally, Johnny, and Two-Bit approaching you.

“Holy shit- Y/N is that you? Are you okay?” Two-Bit says quickly as the three of them jog closer to you, and Dally stands nearby while Johnny and Two-Bit crouch beside you. One would think that he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He just didn’t show it like the others.

“I’m okay-” You say meekly, and Two-Bit tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. The blood on the cut was beginning to clot, your cheek was still red, and your eyes were a little red from tears.

“They cut you?” Dally asks, and you nod slightly. Dally grunts under his breath.

“You’re okay kid. C’mon, let us get you to Darry’s place and clean you up, alright?” Two-Bit suggests. The Curtis house was closer than your own home, and it was a good idea to get cleaned up before you see your parents.

Two-Bit and Johnny help you up to your feet, and Two-Bit takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder as the four of you begin to walk.

“Where were you so late, Y/N?” Johnny asks, and you sigh.

“I was at the library. I’ve got a history project due soon.” You explain, and he nods. 

“You could have called any of us, kid. One of us could have picked you up or walked with you.” Two-Bit comments.

“I know, I just… I didn’t wanna put anyone out.” You mumble. “Where were you guys at?” You ask them, and Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Dally took us to the nightly double. We only got through one of the movies before we had to leave, thanks to Dal.” Johnny explains, and Two-Bit laughs. You didn’t even need an explanation to know that Dally probably stirred up some trouble, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if Two-Bit helped him.

The four of you walk for a few minutes before you arrive at the Curtis’ house, and as soon as you walk in, you see Pony and Soda on the couch, and Darry was in his chair reading the newspaper. Once the three of them turn and see you, they get up from their seats quickly. Darry’s the first one to approach you.

“What the hell happened? Did you get jumped?” He asks, and you nod while you move over to the couch to sit down since Pony had motioned for you to move over.

“I was comin’ home from the library. They pulled over and grabbed me.” You mumble, and Soda disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a bag of frozen vegetables. He hands it to you and you silently thank him with a nod before you hold up the cold bag to your cheek.

“How deep is that cut?” Ponyboy asks, and you shrug while you reach up to touch it.

“Not very. It stopped bleeding pretty quick.” You explain, and Darry nods while he moves to sit back down in his chair while the others find places to sit. In a way, Darry saw you as his kid sister. You were a little older than Pony, and you became good friends with the boys quickly. Darry saw you as one of their own. 

Dally stands beside the couch and against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Glad you’re okay, kid. Just call one of us if you’re alone like that again.” Dally says, and he reaches down to nudge the top of your head slightly. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the gesture. Maybe he does show that he cares.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders one shot #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fanfiction #ponyboy curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #steve randle x reader

[double-hoe-seven]

Papa Bear Dar(ry)

Summary: Not only are you at the end of your pregnancy, but you’re also at your wit's end with Darry’s overprotective nerves. Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Warnings: Pregnancy talk

A/N: This request took much longer than I intended, but here it is

“Whatcha doing?” Ponyboy asks curiously as you look through the storage closet. “Trying to find the holiday decorations. “But it’s only November.” He points out. “And it takes two weeks to get the stupid lights untangled since nobody ever stores them properly.” You huff; you’re so deep in the closet looking past the various clothes and crap-filled boxes, you miss the sound of Darry’s truck pulling up.

“Why aren’t you helpin’ out?” Darry questions as soon as he walks into the house, looking at the guys scattered around the living and dining room. “She didn’t ask us to help.” Two-Bit answers. “And she doesn’t need our help.” Dallas adds. “Of course she does.” Darry scolds. “She is right here in earshot.” You butt in, stepping out of the closet with one of the boxes and giving your husband a look. “I don’t need their help, Darry. I’m perfectly capable of getting the decorations out.” "You’re having a baby in a week. Your doctor said you need to be on total bed rest. And I know he also said no heavy lifting.” He says, taking the box of lights out of your hands and setting it on the floor. “The neighborhood stray weighs more than that box.” You mutter with an annoyed huff.

“The doctor said you shouldn’t be doin’ much of anything, you need to get off your feet. At least sit on the couch.” Darry tries to reason. “I’m perfectly capable of walking around and doing things, Darrel. I’ll have time to rest when I spend a week in the hospital.” You say firmly. Steve snickered quietly and mumbles “someone’s in trouble.” “No one is in trouble.” Darry tells him. “She called you ‘Darrel’, you are definitely in trouble.” Two-Bit points out. “I am not.” Darry scoffs. “You will be if you try to make me get back in bed.” You warn.

“I can’t wait for this baby to get here. You’re gonna lose your mind doing everything, Darry.” Sodapop says with a laugh. “Superdope already went nuts baby proofing the entire house.” Steve mutters with a laugh. “Well, excuse me for not wanting my baby to get hurt.” Darry grumbled sarcastically. “All you did was make it impossible to open the toilet when we’re drunk!” Two-Bit jokingly shouts. “Consider it a wake-up call.” Darry counters without missing a beat. “Absolutely not.” Two-Bit scoffs.

You watch them go back and forth for a few minutes before trying to pull Darry onto the porch, an attempt that yields no results when he doesn’t move an inch until you ask him to. “No eavesdropping!” You warn them before closing the front door behind you. “I’m just tryin’ to keep you from overdoin’ it.” He tells you. “I know you have good intentions, Darry, but I’m already home all the time now, and I can’t stay in bed all day. I’m going stir-crazy! You need to let me do things and trust that I won’t get hurt-I’m not some infirm old lady who’s gonna break at any minute. I’ll be okay. We’ve still got plenty of time before anything else happens.” You explain, continuing “I know you’re nervous about this, I am too, but keeping me bedridden isn’t gonna do anyone any good. I’ll already have to stay in the hospital for a week. I’m trying to do things while I can before I’m too tired or stressed. So please, will you stop being such an overbearing, overprotective papa bear?” You plead. “Alright, darling, I’ll try to back off.” He promises. “Thanks, hon.” You smile, giving him a quick kiss. 

“Little one’s doing okay, though, right?” He asks nervously. “We’re both completely fine, Darry.” You reassure him with a grin. The two of you headed back inside and, with his help, you took a seat on the floor to begin the long, frustrating process of untangling the string lights. “I’ve been thinking more about names, Dar.” You hum quietly, messing with your lights. “What do you think about Elena or Eilene for a girl?” You ask. “Elena Curtis, Eilene Curtis; I think they both have a nice ring to it.” He says with a smile. “We still don’t have a boy’s name figured out.” He points out. “Because everyone here wants the baby named after them.” “Except me.” Two-Bit says with a grin. “I don’t want any other kid being punished with the name Keith.” He grumbles. “We know, Two-Bit.” You and Darry say simultaneously. “I still think we should name a boy after you and your dad.” You add. “I don’t know, Darrel Shaynne Curtis, III sounds... intense.” He says thoughtfully. “Well, we have about a week to figure this out.”

“I still think it’s a girl.” He hums, put a hand on your bump with a grin. “Feels like a girl to me,” he jokes. “It feels like a five-pound weight sitting on my bladder.” You grumble. “Speaking of; help me up, Dar?” You ask with a small pout. “Sure, darlin’.” He beams, hopping up and gently pulling you up to your feet. “Thanks, baby.” 

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker @princessconsuela120​ @anarchistbeauty​

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[tim-shepard]

“I sleep with a gun under my pillow… just so you know.” and “I can not go in there! I will have a heart attack, die, and it will be your fucking fault.” with dally please

hihi anonny, tysm for the request

word count: 856

summary: Johnny finds Dallas for comfort after a fight at home. mostly jus fluff

a/n: you didn’t name a ship so i defaulted to jally oops

Johnny strolled slowly down the dimly lit street, in no real rush to head anywhere really. He knew it wasn’t too smart to be out alone at this hour, but considering the scene he had just left at home, he felt dealing with getting jumped was just as good, if not a better way to spend his Friday night. 

He kept his eyes focused straight in front of him, shoulders back, switchblade in his hand within his pocket, the way Dally taught him after he got jumped the first time. “You’ll look tougher. And at the first sign of danger, you defend yourself anyway, anyhow, ‘kay Johnnycakes?”, Dallas’ words repeated in his mind.

The thought of Dallas Winston made him stop walking for a moment. Dally. He quickly looked around to get a sense of where he was, and recognized the part of town instantly. He took a breath, and then another, before turning left, heading straight towards’ Buck Merril’s place, Dally’s frequent place of choice to spend his evenings.

Johnny knocked on the door, swallowing hard, as though his anxieties were trying to escape out his mouth. He loosened his grip off his switch and took a deep breath. The place didn’t seem deserted, but it didn’t seem to be one of the rowdier nights either, so Johnny was hoping Dally wasn’t too far gone yet.

  “Can I help you?” Buck said, his voice filled with annoyance.

“H-hey Buck…” His voice quivered as he spoke. He closed his eyes and quickly took another breath before opening them again. “Hey man. Dally here?”

Buck had never really appreciated when Dallas’ younger buddies showed up, but Johnny guessed he either could sense his urgency or just plain out felt sorry for him.

“Yeah,” Buck grumbled, motioning up the stairs, “in his room.”

“Thanks.” he mumbled. Johnny stepped past Buck and quickly made his way up the stairs.

“Dally! Dallas, It’s me, Johnny,” he knocked thrice on the door before trying the knob. Locked. He knocked twice more. “Dallas!”

It was quiet for a moment, and then Johnny heard the shuffling of feet across Buck’s old, squeaky floor, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Dallas opened the door, his eyes half open, wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt and thin black-and-blue plaid boxers. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “‘Ey Johnny, you okay?”

Johnny didn’t answer right away, he just walked past Dallas, sat down on his bed, continuing to fight back the tears that had been trying to reveal just how scared he was. He put his head in his hands, and stared down at the floor as he spoke. 

“My pops… h-he came home drunk again. Went all berserk and threatening on me. Dally-” he paused and looked up at Dallas. At this point Dally’s face had fallen like it did all the other times Johnny relayed stories from home to him, the pure helplessness he felt while listening to Johnny displayed over every inch of his face. “Dally… I can’t go back there.”

Dallas scratched at the back of his neck, letting out a deep sigh. “Kid… I mean, sure you cans. Hell, don’t you think me and my pops ever-”

“Dally!” Johnny cried out. Dallas paused, shocked at just how hard this fight was hitting him. “Dallas, you don’t understand. I can not go in there! I will have a heart attack, die, and it will be your fucking fault.” Johnny sobbed between words, every tear that had been waiting to come out came out in droves. He slowly rocked back and forth on the bed in an attempt to self-soothe, his head once again buried deep in his hands.

Dallas took a seat next to Johnny at the foot of the bed, his hand instinctively running up and down Johnny’s back. Dallas had never been too good at comfort, and he never knew why Johnny seemed to always pick him to find solace in, but he always knew when he was needed and when he was not. 

And right now, Johnny needed him.

After a few quiet moments of Dally’s rubbing Johnny’s back while he rocked, Johnny slowly started to calm down and regain some composure. He knew he was safe with Dallas. He knew he could trust Dallas.

“Hey, Johnny, why don’t you… why don’t you stay here. For the night. With me.” Dallas said, finally breaking the silence. “We don’t gotta sleep if you don’t wanna, can stay up all night havin’ a sleepover like you and Pony do.” He added.

Johnny moved his hands from his face, a small smile forcing its way onto his face as he locked eyes with Dallas. As if on cue, he yawned, and leaned slightly more into Dallas’ touch.

  “I’d like that very much,” he yawned again, and plopped over onto his side, laying near the edge of the bed. Dallas smiled, and laid next to Johnny, throwing his arm over his waist.

“Hey, Johnny?”

“Yeah Dal?”

“I-I… I sleep with a gun under my pillow… just so you know.” Dallas grabbed Johnny’s hand, squeezing it. “You’re safe, here, with me.”

#the outsiders #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fanfic #jally fic #jally fanfic #johnny cade x dallas winston #johnny cade #dallas winston #the outsiders fluff #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASKBOX FOR OVER 2 YEARS. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. IM SORRY IT TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

[80stacos]

Hero

Sodapop Curtis x Reader

—warnings: descriptions of making out, fighting, a bit of harassment

—A/N: I don’t usually do x readers so sorry if this is shit lmao.

Y/N’s POV

It was a quiet Friday night. Most people were out partying, hanging out at Buck’s, or at the Nightly Double. Sodapop and I, however, were in his empty house, laying on the couch and making out while the radio played. We rarely got any time to ourselves because he and the gang stuck like glue to each other so often. As much as I favored them, I also wanted some private time with my boyfriend. It was nice to have some peace and quiet for once. Well, for a little while at least.

“You taste amazing, Y/N,” Soda said between deep kisses. Slowly his lips made their way down to my neck, sprinkling my skin with a mixture of soft and intense kisses.

“Soda,” I whined in pleasure when he started to leave nibbles on my neck. If there was one Sodapop Curtis could do best it was kiss.

“Like that?” He asked with mischief in his voice. He knew the answer, but he liked it when I talked during our make out sessions. He was an intimate person who wanted more than just pleasure—he wanted connection and bonding, too. That has to be my favorite thing about him, how loving he is.

As we continued to hold each other as close as possible and share deep, passionate kisses, there was a loud BANG! Next thing I knew Soda and I were on the floor and he was covering me with his body to protect me from whatever just burst through the door. I was in too much shock to scream or say anything when I looked up and Soda was fighting two guys that appeared to be socs. Suddenly he went flying to the ground with one of the socs in his grasp. As a defense mechanism I backed up, not paying attention to the fact that there was the other soc behind me. He grabbed my arms suddenly, causing me to jump and turn to him.

“Well look at you,” he smirked maliciously, “so cute I might just have to take ya with me.” At this point I was shaking with fear. I whimpered quietly.

Soda saw me out of the corner of his eye and yelled my name. His instinct to keep me safe must’ve been hard at work in that moment, because he was able to escape the other soc’s headlock and run over to the one that now had me trapped in his arms. He punched the guy right in the face, hard enough to make him stumble backwards and release me. I ran to him crying from everything that just happened.

The rest of the gang were just coming back to the house, and the socs heard their hollering and chatting and ran out the backdoor at lightning speed. The greasers walked into the house to see Soda holding me close as I sobbed into his chest. He just gave them a look as to say, “the socs came by.”

#tw: suggestive #tw: fighting #tw: harassment #sodapop curtis #the outsiders #x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fic #the outsiders x reader #fanfic

[make-me-imagine]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Plot: After the Greasers leave the diner Y/n works at, Y/n is left to clean up, but Darry decides to stay behind and help. While alone in the diner, Darry plays some music, and takes the moments to show Y/n how he feels. *fluff/romance + part song!fic

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss at the end, but that's it

Words: 1.6k

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You watched the boys goof around with a smile on your face, as you brought out the burgers and fries. Setting the platter of food down, you chuckled as they acted like a pack of wolves, grabbing the food quickly.

"Thanks for keeping the diner open late for us Y/n." Pony said with a smile at you.

"It's no problem Pony, I always like seeing you guys."

"And you prefer when we come in when the diner is empty so we don't scare off the other customers." Two-Bit said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes a bit. "I never said that."

"But your dad did." Soda added.

"Yes, he did. And you're lucky I was able to convince him to allow you guys in at all."

"Lucky, and very thankful." Darry broke in as he smiled up at you.

You felt your breath hitch as he did, and smiled in return, unable to speak. "Holler if you want anything else." You said quickly to the group before turning and waking off, cursing your sudden shyness that always came when Darry was around.

The boys smirked to themselves and each other, having always noticed the change in demeanor. Soda nudged his elbow into Darry's side, giving him an amused look. Darry reached over, ruffling his hair and pushing his head down. His eyes followed you as you disappeared in the back, his own heart beating rapidly.

- - -

"Bye Y/n!" A cacophony of voices called out as the boys all began to leave the diner.

You waved at them with a smile. "Make sure you pay for the drive-in this time!"

"Never!" Two-Bit yelled back, making you laugh.

Looking over at the tabled the boys had occupied, you let out a huff of breath. 'I love those boys, but jeez are they messy' You thought to yourself as you walked over to the tables, bringing a small trashcan with you. Pieces of burger and fries littering the trays and table. The chairs were moved around, one knocked over after Steve and Two-Bit got into a playful wrestling match.

As Darry began to head out of the diner, he looked back at you, and noticed for the first time, just how much of a mess they made. He felt his gut clench.

Looking back at the others, calling out "I'll meet you guys later!"

What came in return was a mix of teasing comments and whistles, he shook his head with a roll of his eyes before walking back into the diner.

As you crouched down to pick up some napkins from the floor, you jolted as a hand appeared beside you, picking up trash from the table.

Looking up, your eyes met Darry's familiar eyes. "Oh, Darry, did you forget something?" You said as you stood up.

"No, I just thought I'd help clean up."

"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have too, really."

He smiled widely at you. "It's the least I can do after you stay behind late just feed us. Plus look at this mess, I really gotta teach those punks some manners."

You smiled as you watched him take the trash can and started dumping stuff in it. "Aren't you gonna miss the movie?"

He shook his head softly, "It's alright, I've seen it." He looked up at you, seeing you quickly picking up the chairs, avoiding his gaze. He smiled to himself as he fixed the other chairs.

Turning to him you smiled softly. "Thanks again. I'm just gonna go get a couple rags to wipe the tables down." Turning, you walked back towards the kitchen, away that Darrel watched you go. You felt heat crawl up your neck and ears.

Darrel turned, looking around the rest o the diner, his eyes stopping on the nearby jukebox. Walking over, he started to look through the songs. Hearing you walk back in, he looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you quickly began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs.

As you did so, you tried to distract yourself from the thought of being alone with Darrel. You started to hum to yourself, not thinking it was loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to divert your own thoughts.

Darrel smiled as the tune you hummed met his ears. He recognized the song, and noted how sweet the tune sounded coming from you. Looking back at the jukebox, he began to flip through the songs, before he stopped on one. Looking back once more at you, he smiled to himself before he put in his change and selected the song.

As music started playing across the diner, you paused in your actions. Looking over at the jukebox, you saw Darrel turn back towards you, a smile on his face. It was the song you had been humming, making you aware he could hear you. You felt your face grow hot as Darrel walked over to you

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

As Darrel stopped in front of you, he smiled and reached out his hand. You stood up straight, and stared at in in silence before meeting his eyes, a questioning gaze on your face.

He grinned at you. "Dance with me."

You looked at his hand again, and your heart was beating rapidly. Meeting his gaze he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

Reaching out, your hand hesitated for a moment before you set your hand on top of his. Wrapping his hand around yous, he smiled softly at you before he led you into the open floor space.

You could feel your heartbeat pulsating in your ears as it pounded heavily. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him, and lightly set his hand on your waist as you began to sway to the music.

People say that love's a game A game you just can't win If there's a way I'll find it someday And then this fool will rush in

A small smile sat on his face as he looked down at you, "I want to thank you again Y/n, for being so nice to my brothers and the other Greasers."

You smiled in return, shaking your head a bit. "They're nice to me, why wouldn't I be nice in return? Besides, I never let anyone else's opinions on people effect my own."

"It's rare to find someone like you Y/n, I really hope you don't let anyone's opinion about how you treat us effect that."

You shook your head. "I don't."

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, tell me Tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)

His smile widened a bit as you continued to rotate around the room. Your eyes locked, and you found yourself unable to look away, as the tension grew.

Slowly, Darrel pulled you closer, your chests touching. Your breath hitched as he gently brushed his nose against yours, all the while he kept his eyes locked with yours.

Realizing the two of you had stopped dancing, you took a breath, taking your hand out of his, watching as he slowly inched closer. He put his other hand on your waist, holding you gently. Just as his lips brushed against yours, you felt yourself pull away, as you laid your head on his shoulder, almost in shame.

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, baby Put your head on my shoulder

Darrel only smiled to, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. He spoke softly into your ear, "You don't have to be afraid to me."

Looking up quickly, you met his eyes and shook your head "I'm not afraid of you Darrel." You said softly, a sad tone to your voice.

"Then why wont you let me kiss you?" He asked, a soft smile playing at his lips.

You opened your mouth to speak, but hesitated. You thought for a moment before replying. You looked down, "You can do so much better than me Darrel."

He furrowed his brow after you spoke. "You're wrong." Slowly, you looked up again, meeting his eyes. He continued. "I've never met anyone like you, I could never find anyone better than you. If anyone could do better it's you."

You felt your face grow hot again, feeling bashful again, you looked back down at your feet. The diner was now silent, as the song finished. A moment passed before you felt him hook his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him.

As your eyes locked again, he brought his hand up, gently caressing your cheek. You saw his eyes flick to your lips again, and you took a breath, you would not pull away this time.

Slowly, he leaned in, and you tilted your head up to meet him. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently met yours. His palm cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling away a few moments later, breathless, your eyes fluttered open, locking with his grey ones. You smiled softly, and his smile widened. Suddenly, he stepped away, and you looked at him with mild confusion. Watching him, he went over to the jukebox, and a moment later the song began to replay.

Walking back over to you, he reached out his hand. Smiling, you took it, no hesitation this time. Pulling you close to him, you smiled at each other as you began to dance again, forgetting the time, or where you were, and even what lead up to this moment. You were lost in each other's presence, and eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

xx End xx

The song is 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' - By Paul Anka

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo The Outsiders Taglist: @spuffyfan394; hope you dont mind me adding you to this lol

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[banshailey]

so i went to go search for fluffy or angsty outsiders fanfics, cuz we love the sappy shit, and i saw so many johnny cade smut fics. don’t get me wrong, i love smut, but not when it involves a supposed 16 y/o boy. i get that ralph macchio was like in his 20s during the filming of the outsiders, but dude— that is a freaking kid—

idk maybe it’s just me but he just seemed really young to me in the movie and it kinda makes me uncomfy that people write very explicit smut w/ him😕🫠 what do you guys think? same with like ponyboy too. he’s supposed to be 14……

thoughts? idk i really don’t want to stir up anything that is unwanted. just pls keep in mind who you’re writing for and what the context is!!

anyways, love y’all random ass people that like my blog

—Bailey🖤

(P.S., I’m working on an about me rn!)

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[chloeillustrates16]

Why Did it Have To be Him? (remake)

This is a remake of an old fanfic, based off my comfort book/movie The Outsiders. Yes, I know, I'm messed up.

Summary: Being Ponyboy's twin isn't all fun and games. Sure, having three older brothers is fun, but when you're crushing on one of your brothers' best friend, things change.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, 2-year age gap, Self-deprecating thoughts, Reader is 15, Steve is 17, confession

Pairing: Steve Randle X Fem. Reader

Y/n describes her crush on Steve Randle is why did it have to be him? It was a question that she consistently asked herself since she was 13.

When she was 13, she was jumped by a couple of Socs walking home from school. She remembers it like it was yesterday, it's why she can't walk by herself anymore without having a panic attack when any car drives by her.

She remembers the words that they said to her, what they were going to do with her, it scared her. Then she remembered when Steve came barreling towards them--he was 15 at the time--he still hit like a tank. He held her as she cried against his chest--before that she got used to the idea of not showing much emotion around the gang--that was the first time Steve seen her cry. The second time was at her parents' funeral.

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Y/n was now 15 years old, the crush she had on Steve was very much present in her life. She thought it would be better not to say anything to him, given that he was Sodapop's best friend.

She was by herself, walking to the DX Station to grab a coke and head to find Two-Bit, Dally, or Ponyboy. A car drove by her very slowly, the hairs on her arms lifted as she glanced over at it. Socs, damn it!

Swallowing hard, she picked up her speed, hoping that she would make it to the DX station before they came around the block again. "Please, please, please," she repeated.

The car came back around and came to a stop not too far from her. The Socs got out and surrounded her, "What's a girl like you doing on this side of town?"

"Please, leave me alone," her voice was quiet.

"She doesn't look like no greaser."

"Watch it, it's a Curtis kid," one warned.

Ever since Ponyboy and Johnny came back from being on the run, everyone at school was cautious of the two, even if they seemed harmless.

"Maybe we should rough her up and give them a message."

"No, she might have a blade," one of the Socs argued again. The Soc, who seemed like the ringleader turned towards Y/n with a warning look.

"You try anything, we'll skin you alive," she could only nod as her legs were trembling. Something loud clicked behind the Socs, a voice originated where the click was.

"Fucking touch, her and you'll be the one skinned, pal."

"Steve," Y/n warned as she caught a glimpse of his brown shaggy hair.

"Back the fuck off" he sneered. The Socs moved as Steve continued to hold the blade out to them with a glare, they rushed back to the car as Steve sighed and snapped the switch back into the handle and shoved it into his pocket. "Y/n, are you--"

She slammed her body into his, her arms tightly wrapped around his midsection. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, "Shh, I've got you."

"Please, don't let me go."

"I'm not, I'm not," he repeated.

"I thought you were at work," she pointed out after she composed herself.

"Got off early," he explained as Sodapop came up.

"What the hell happened?"

"Socs," Steve answered, Soda glared behind him, he saw the car but didn't think of anything of it.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, seeing how hard her grip on Steve was.

"I'm fine," her voice trembled.

"Let's get you home," he suggested. She only nodded in agreement, she didn't let go of Steve, not like he minded much. He held his arm around her as she kept a grip on his shirt.

They entered the Curtis home, it was strangely quiet, compared to the crazy early mornings. Steve led her over to her room, she was still trembling as she laid down against the mattress. "Hey," she glanced over at Steve. "Me and Soda are going to be in the living room if you need us, okay?"

"Okay," Steve closed the door behind him. Y/n turned over and stared out the window as tears began to come back.

Of course, you had to make yourself look weak in front of Steve.

Ever since she cried in front of him for the first time, she hadn't been able to stop, it was as if Steve just broke down all her walls that she spent years building up. It was embarrassing.

Y/n pulled her knees to her chest as she kept a stuffed bear that her parents gave her when she was a baby. She hugged it close to her chest as tears continued to soak the fake fur. Sleep soon over took her, when she woke up there was a loud crash in the living room, then yelling followed.

She pulled herself out of bed, taking a brush to her hair and adjusting her clothes as she peered out of the door of her room and slipped out. She saw Two-Bit and Dally, Dally had Two-Bit in a choke hold.

"Uncle!" Two-Bit screamed as Dally let go.

Steve turned towards Y/n, seeing that he was awake, a scowl spread across his features. He approached her,

"Did you hear them?"

"No," she lied.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so," she shrugged. Steve eyebrows crunched as he tried to think of something to cheer her up more. He glanced back at the group before turning towards her,

"Want to go outside?" she nodded before following him, slipping on her shoes. "Are you sure you're alright? You were really shaken when I found you," she nodded. "Y/n, don't lie to me," fuck. Why did Steve have to read her like a book?

Y/n grabbed Steve pulling him into a tight hug, he let her, resting his cheek against her hair. "I'm here if you need me," he promised.

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Steve and Y/n didn't know how much time had passed; Y/n was just contempt in holding him in her arms. Glancing up, he shifted to look at her.

"Steve, I need to tell you something," she whispered. He waited; her face began to grow warm as she swallowed thickly. "I... I love you!" She said it so quickly, Steve didn't think he heard it right.

"I'm sorry?" She shoved away from him, trembling. Steve stood there, his arms falling to his sides,

"I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry."

"Wait!" he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from going down the steps. She turned towards him with a pleading look, "I was taken by surprise!"

"I know, I'm sorry, just pretend like I didn't say anything."

"No, I'm not going to do that, why would I?"

"Steve, out of everyone in this damn town, I'm the worse one."

"What? You're the best choice, I don't understand." Y/n paused, waiting for him to continue. "Y/n, I've been in love with you for so long."

"How?"

"How?" he repeated, "Y/n you have no idea how strong you are." she laughed, in a mocking tone.

"Strong, I can't even be in front of Socs without shaking."

"Bullshit, the rumble, you kicked the Soc's ass. The one that was on top of Pony, remember?"

"That doesn't count."

"Like hell it doesn't!" He sighed, reaching forward. His thumb rugged against her cheek, "Listen, you don't have to be like the gang. You feel, it's okay, we all do." Y/n bit the inside of her cheek before grabbing Steve's vest and pulling him down, he was a bit caught off guard as she slammed her lips against his. It was awkward and nervous, Steve shut his eyes and Y/n untensed.

Pulling away, Y/n let out a huff as air filled her lungs again. Steve smirked, the smug look on his face was soon crushed as they heard wolf whistles behind them. Turning, they saw Two-Bit, Dally, Soda, Pony, and Johnny sticking their heads out the doorway.

"Dal, you owe me," Two-bit pointed out which caused Dally to hit him on the side of the head. "OW!"

"You made bets?" Y/n asked, angerily.

"Duh, you know how long we've waited for this to happen?" Soda asked as if it was an obvious thing.

"Should I ask?"

"Three years," Pony yelled, which caused Soda to glare at him. Steve rolled his eyes, "What?"

Steve glanced at Y/n, she just had an awkward smile on her face. "Alright, shows over, go get!" he shoved the guys into the house.

"Man, I wished I had a camera!" Two-bit teased, causing Steve to shove him a bit harder. It wasn't long before he slammed the door closed, turning towards Y/n, once again.

"Darry will be home soon," she pointed out.

"I know, sorry about them," she shrugged.

"It's fine," he shook his head.

"You wouldn't mind go on a date with me, would you?"

"Not at all," he smiled before quickly closing him mouth. Y/n reached up,

"Don't, I like your smile."

"You sure? My teeth aren't the most faltering thing in the world," he pointed out. She nodded,

"Yeah, I'm sure."

#the outsiders 1983 #steve randle #tom cruise #the outsiders fic #fanfic #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #x reader #steve randle x reader #romance #confession

[wild-lavender-rose]

Ponyboy Curtis drabble #1

    You swallowed hard at the sight before you, struggling to keep your voice calm. “What’re we gonna do?”

    “I don’t know,” Ponyboy looked as distraught as you felt. “Darry would kill me if I brought them all home.”

    “There’s only four.” You offered, knowing that wouldn’t make much difference.

    The two of you stared down at the cardboard box you had found tossed aside in the corner of the junk yard, a box overflowing with four tiny, hungry calico kittens. There was no mother in sight. It looked as if the kittens had been left their purposefully, left to die. It made you and Ponyboy sick.

    You knelt down and reached into the box, stroking the mass of wriggling, mewling bodies. “We can’t leave them.” Your voice broke. “It’s not fair, they can’t take care of themselves, Pony. Please,”

    “It’s okay, baby, we’ll figure out somethin’.” Ponyboy crouched beside you, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back. “I promise.”

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[sunrisesbythesea]

Dallas Winston x asexual reader (neutral, 2nd person)

A/N: so ik I said on my ao3 I was on a hiatus but I saw this heart reaching video on my TikTok fyp and I wanna write it with some of the boys so y'all get to see it first<3 (I mainly wrote this for me but decided to post it anyways, any aphobia or homophobia will result in immediate block and report)

Asexuality is defined as experiencing little to no sexual attraction. While it is a spectrum the reader in this case is sex repulsed and doesn't like so much as kissing.

You were going to tell him. You had to tell him. You'd been dating for a month and had loved him since you met but you couldn't keep hiding this anymore. You'd always made excuses for times when you knew he may want to and say you don't like PDA when he'd try and kiss you but this couldn't last forever. He needed to know, you needed him to know. You'd cried so much over this the last few days but you were as ready as you could be.

Dally and you had made plans to go watch a movie and then walk home together, with your parents out of town you knew what he must be thinking. You had heard so many one night stand and ex stories and rumors at school and around town. You knew what he was like. What he liked. But you still let yourself say yes when he asked you out. Why had you done this? It was going to hurt. You knew that as much. He wouldn't be the first boy you dated, the rest had all left too when they realized they would get nothing from you.

He picked you up by your house and drove you both to the drive in. Some cheesy rom-com film was playing, you both laughed and made jokes throughout it all. It was a lovely night but the feeling in your stomach, the anxiety, wouldn't cease.

You left your thoughts when he parked on the street in front of your house and got out. He came over like the gentleman he always was with you and opened your door for you. You both went in your house and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. Your head was on his shoulder and little by little you could feel it happening. He started with grazing your fingers, than holding them, then caressing them. You could feel him staring at you. His other arm around your back pulled you closer as he kissed your head. "Y/N," he said softly. You looked up at him and you knew. Those eyes. Those damn eyes. You wanted to let him kiss you, wanted to give him whatever he wanted but deep down you knew you had to speak up.

He started to lean in slowly but then you got up abruptly. Throwing his arms off you. You stood in silence facing away from him for almost a minute. He knew something was wrong, that something has been bothering you but he had no clue what. He thought you were happy. Were you breaking up with him? Could you not stand to let him so much as touch you? His thoughts were racing nearly as much as yours.

"I-," you started, stuttering and voice shaking as you were on the verge of tears still not looking at him. "I have something to tell you. We- we need to talk. And- and you're not going to like it and-"

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked his own voice for once quiet, almost a whisper.

"No- No oh god no!" You yelled turning around to face him, "I- I just- I have something to say- and- and I'm scared you're gonna hate me afterwards." And boom. The tears just started flooding.

"I- I'm asexual!"

You said it you actually said it. He was silent, that was a bad sign and in the low glow of the tv screen you couldn't make out his face. One minute. The tears were now streaming down your face. Two. You began violently sobbing. He was going to leave you. You knew it. You were right.

Suddenly he got up and enveloped you in a tight hug. You sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered into your ear, "I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me." It took a while to calm down but he held you the whole time, whispering reasurances in your ears. "I'm not going anywhere doll, I'm right here, it's okay."

A while later you finally spoke, "You're- you're not gonna leave me? Ya promise? You know what being asexual means, you know what your signing on for?"

"I know doll, I know. And I don't care. I love you and missing out on sex isn't going to change that. I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe with me."

'i love you'

He said he loved you. In that moment you felt so warm and loved that you couldn't even feel the tears still brimming your eyes until he wiped them away.

You both feel asleep that night holding one another on your couch watching TV. And the next morning you woke up in each others' arms. Just like you would almost every day for the rest of your lives. No sex. No kisses. But that was fine for you both- fine for him. Because so long as he had you in his life those didn't matter.

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[siriusly-rem-writes]

Julie and The Phantoms

Where Will We End up? (90s Sunset Curve)

CONTEXT

TEASER

The Umbrella Academy

Nothing Yet

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Nothing Yet

The Outsiders

Nothing Yet

The Marauders

Nothing Yet

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[augiewrites]

"bartender" - dallas winston

request: Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you could do one for Dally from the outsiders where he's helping bartend for Buck to earn a couple bucks and Curtis!Reader is just sitting at the bar teasing him about it.

pairing: dallas winston x curtis!reader

word count: 618

a/n: i can't tell if i'm writing dally too ooc, but i was aiming more for shithead vibes than meanie vibes

Dally was too aware of Y/N Curtis sitting all by her lonesome at the end of the bar. She was wearing a nice dress and more makeup than usual, but Dallas hadn’t seen her speak to anyone since arriving. She looked good—a fact that Dally would never admit out loud.

“Ain’t it past your bedtime?” He asked, sitting a fresh beer in front of her. The bottle she ordered at the beginning of the night had been long finished, the label picked clean and laying in a little pile on the bar.

“Aren’t you the one always telling me ‘sleep is for the weak’?” She smirked at him, taking a long drink from the bottle, “Just taking a page out of your book.”

He leaned against the bar, “Your brothers know you’re here?”

“What they don’t know won’t kill them,” she rolled her eyes, “I deserve to have a little fun too.”

“Being all depressing by yourself isn’t exactly what I’d call fun.”

Y/N glared at him as he moved to take another patron’s order. After a few short minutes, he returned to his spot across from her and gave her an expectant look.

They stared each other down for a few seconds before Y/N rolled her eyes at him, looking away.

Dallas opened his mouth to tell her to either stop being a sad sack or go home when she cut him off, still not meeting his gaze.

“I was supposed to meet up with Scott Davis, but he never showed.”

“Davis? That guy’s a fuckin bum!”

She finally looked up at him, anger flaring behind her eyes, “Well it’s not like I wanna marry him or anything! You’re not exactly fit to be lecturing me on who to hang out with.”

“Oh, I think I’m perfectly fit, dollface.”

She rolled away the anger in her eyes and sent him a teasing smile, “I guess it takes a bum to know one.”

He glared at her, but only half heartedly, flicking a small piece of ice at her forehead.

“Yup—that right there. Bum behavior.”

“I guess it takes a bum to know one,” he mocked her, “at least I have a job.”

“Not sure if you’re gonna make six figures by over-serving people and being mean to lonely girls at the bar.” Y/N finished her drink and slid the empty bottle across the bar.

Dallas continued glaring, “Y’know, you’re a mean drunk, lady.”

Y/N laughed, and Dallas couldn’t help the smirk pulling at his lips.

“Two beers is hardly enough to be drunk.”

“Alright, then. You’re just mean,” Dallas popped the cap off another beer and sat it in front of Y/N. “Gonna start correcting people when they go on about how ‘Y/N Curtis is just such a nice girl’”, he shook his head, “if only they knew.”

Y/N scoffed, “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that.”

“Yeah, right, with your whole ‘Saint Curtis’ act—helpin’ old ladies cross the street and tutoring dumbass kids.”

“Devil in disguise I guess,” the pair smirked at each other, holding the gaze for much longer than they should have.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking around the bar, “Shouldn’t you be doing your job?”

He took the bottle from her grasp before finishing it off in one last swig, “Shouldn’t you be going home?”

She scoffed and started collecting her things, standing up from the bar stool. “That towel,” she pointed to the dish rag tossed over his shoulder, “makes you look stupid, by the way.”

Dally removed the towel to swat at her, “Go home, stupid.”

Y/N moved toward the door, sending Dally one last smile, “Go back to work, bum.”

#dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders dally #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #dallas winston x y/n #dally winston x y/n #dallas winston imagine #dally winston imagine #dallas winston fic #dally winston fic #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders fic #the outsiders imagine

[lettucecookies]

Pls recommend Steve Randle fics

No one knows me here, but if you see this for some reason comment Steve fics i barley found some and i already finished them all in a night

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[double-hoe-seven]

Daddy’s Home

Summary: As much as you love your husband, when he comes home there’s nobody happier to see him than your son. Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Word Count: 1,700 Warnings: Fluffy fluff, Domestic!Darry, Daddy!Darry, Darry generally being the loml

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and I do not claim to own the characters.

Dear god, you were tired. Between the two-year-old wrecking havoc in the living room with Two-Bit and the fussy three-month-old you were trying to bottle feed, there seemed to be little time for peace. It was a lot of things; it was tiring, draining, frustrating, and sometimes annoying, but it was also rewarding, heartwarming, beautiful, and most of all, it was happy. This was your family; your husband, your two sons, your two brothers-in-law, and their four friends who you loved. A loud thud from the living room pulled your attention away from the infant refusing the bottle. Before you could ask what happened, Keith called out, “everything’s fine! I just dropped my shirt... with me in it!” Following his statement was the sound of quiet giggles from your son James.

“Oh thank god,” you mumbled to yourself when Tommy finally accepted the bottle, a sigh of relief leaving you. You needed to get him used to the bottle so Darry could feed him at night and so he’d be ready for daycare when you went back to work. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, you smiled as you watched him. So far, both boys were the spitting image of Darry when he was at these ages, except that James's eyes were closer to yours than to Darry’s. “You shoulda stuck to breastfeeding the little man, none of us minded,” Dallas said as he passed by on his way to the fridge, snickering to himself. “Wanna try sayin’ that again when Darry gets home, Dal?” You teased. “No ma’am, I do not,” he shot back after grabbing a beer. He came over to the table and looked over your shoulder. “He’s a pretty cute little shit; I can’t wait to teach him how to pick up girls.” “I’ll skin ya if you do, Dally,” you said with a small hum and a smile, not even looking away from your son. You heard him gulp quietly and mumble, “noted.”

You finally looked up at him with a small smile. “Since you’re here, can you finish feeding him so I can get dinner started?” “Nope,” he said, making the ‘p’ pop. “C'mon, Dally, please? All you’d need to do is hold him and the bottle until he’s done,” you pleaded lightly. “Fine, but I ain’t doin’ nothin’ else,” he said with a huff, though you could see the little gleam in his eyes as you positioned his arms and placed the infant. “Thank you, Dallas,” you shot him a grin before gathering everything you’d need. You always found it adorable how Dallas still pretended not to like kids, even though he’d bend over backward for James and Danny. “Is everything still goin’ okay with you and Val? I know you were nervous about moving in together,” you asked him as you got dinner ready. “I’m still gettin’ used to it, but I don’t hate it. It ain’t the worst thing in the world,” he answered, trying to sound casual. But you knew, you knew how much he cared about her.

Not long after you put dinner in the oven and you’d taken Danny back from Dallas, the living room went silent for a minute before James squealed happily, “daddy!” When you walked into the living room, you saw your husband prying your son off of his leg and scooping him up. “There’s my big guy! Did you help your mom while I was gone?” “Yeah!” he replied excitedly. Your son clung to Darry like his life depended on it, squeezing him as tightly as his little arms could manage. “How was work?” You asked, giving him a gentle peck on the lips and ruffling James' hair a bit. “It was good, baby. How was everything here at home?” He asked happily. “As chaotic as every other day is, we had fun. I had to drag little man there home from the park this morning,” you told him with a quiet laugh, gently bouncing Joey on your hip some. “Dinner will be ready in about half an hour, so why don’t you and little man there take a seat and read the paper while I go put the littlest man in his crib,” you suggested, nodding over to his chair.

“Thanks, darlin',” he sent you a tired grin, kissing the top of the infant’s head before taking his seat, letting the toddler get as comfortable as possible in his lap. Darry opened the paper, letting James hold one side as he read. “What’s that say?” He asked, pointing to something in the sports section. “It says ’Sooners suffer a humiliating 2-6 loss in against Longhorns’,” he read aloud, moving his finger along with the words so James could see which words were what. “What’s that mean?” He asked curiously, squinting some to look like he was reading the details of the game. “That means that our favorite team, the Sooners, lost their baseball game to the Texas Longhorns this weekend,” he explained.

When you came back downstairs, you smiled as you watched your husband explain baseball to your son, who nodded along, even though you could practically see the words going in one ear and out of the other. Some days, you thought you could watch him with your boys all day long. He was amazing with them from day one. You leaned against the banister with a grin as you watched them read the funny pages together, the toddler’s laughter ringing out even when he didn’t completely understand the jokes. When he settled down some, he leaned against his father’s chest, half paying attention to what Darry was reading and half looking at Mickey Mouse on the TV with one hand fisting his dad’s shirt.

You finally pushed yourself away from the railing and walked over, wrapping your arms around Darry’s neck, and rested your head on his shoulder after kissing his cheek softly “if there was an award for it, you’d definitely receive a father of the year award, honey.” Your son leaned against your arm comfortably, his attention fully focused on the cartoon on TV. “I’m just followin’ your lead darlin’, you are one supermom for doin’ as much as you do,” he countered, looking up at you with an adoring gleam in his eyes. When you leaned down to give him a quick kiss, you both chuckled at the 'blegh’ you heard from your son. Darry ruffled his hair and teased “you hush, one of these days you’re gonna find a nice girl and you won’t be sayin’ 'blegh’ when she wants a kiss.” “Nu-uh!” He argued immediately. “Yuh-huh,” Darry countered, as any mature adult would “a nice, pretty girl’s gonna ask you for a kiss when you’re older, and you’re gonna look into her eyes and realize you’d give her anything she wants in a heartbeat because you’re head over heels in love with her already.”

“You love her because she laughs at your jokes. She’s as smart as she is beautiful, even if she doesn’t always think she is. She’s sweet too, she always shares her snacks with you and doesn’t get mad when you throw sand at her on the playground, instead, she throws some back. Then when you’re both older, she helps you when you struggle in classes and waits for you after football practice so you can walk home together and she even goes to your games, even though she doesn’t care about sports. You sit next to each other on field trips, too. There will be times when you don’t like her that much, but you’ll always love her,” Darry recalled fondly, looking up at you with a grin, making you blush some and grin at the memories. “Are you talkin’ about mommy?” Your son asked after looking at you both curiously for a bit. “I sure am,” he answered proudly.

You started to add something but the oven timer interrupted you. You kissed them both on the cheeks and smiled. “C'mon, dinner’s ready.” They both cheered happily and jumped up; like father like son. Darry followed you to the kitchen, carrying the squirming, giggling child. While you took the pot roast out of the oven and got everything situated at the table, Darry set your son up in his high chair with his own food. Dinner went smoothly. You and Darry talked about your days and James talked about his day, telling Darry every little detail from the spots on the dog at the park to the colors of the sprinkles on his ice cream cone. Darry offered to clean up dinner while you bathed James and got him ready for bed. He came to stand in the doorway to his room while you finished reading 'Goodnight Moon’, his little chest rising and falling slowly as he was fast asleep. As quietly as possible, you got up and turned on the nightlight on your way out of the room, leaving the door open a crack.

Once back in your bedroom, you both let yourselves just collapse onto the bed, immediately snuggling up to one another. You were surrounded in comfortable silence for a few minutes, almost drifting off to sleep, until Darry spoke up. "So, when are we gonna talk about number three?” “When Danny turns 1 and not a day before that,” you mumbled with a yawn. He laughed quietly and wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to him. “Fine.” This time, he yawned. “Y'know, he’ll be in our bed by the time we wake up in the morning, right?” You nodded tiredly. “yup, he’s a snuggler. Just like his daddy.” Sure enough, when the alarm went off (i.e. Danny crying) at a quarter of 7 in the morning, James was happily wedged in between you, his thumb in his mouth and his other hand holding his most prized possession; a blue shark plushie Darry won for him at the carnival. This sight was too cute, almost too cute to disturb, but you had a crying baby to nurse and breakfast to make and Darry had to get dressed for work, eat, and get out the front door without the toddler clinging to his leg begging him to stay home for the day. They were your perfect little family.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

#Darry Curtis #Darry Curtis x Reader #Darry Curtis Fic #Darry Curtis fluff #Darrel Curtis #Darrel Curtis x Reader #Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr #The Outsiders #The Outsiders (1983) #The Outsiders Fic #Domestic!Darry Curtis #Daddy!Darry Curtis

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

#jason todd #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfamily fanart #dc #dc fanart #batman #red hood #dc red hood #they have one of those relationships where jason outright says he loves alfred the most and alfred refuses to say he has a fave grandkid #but it's kind of just concensus that it's jason cuz he's the only one allowed in the kitchen #i am also a heavy believer in the hc that for a while there jason wouldnt meet up with anyone but alfred #and theyd meet for tea and stuff outside the manor #i love those fics #i was gonna draw an in-between angsty one where alf has a picnic by jay's grave with tea and cake for two but i dont have the energy 😅 #i was also gonna draw a red hood and agent A one with the guns they were cleaning but again: no more energy 💀 #mb i'll save that one for later. i still love the idea so much. :')

[80stacos]

Sodapop Getting His Wisdom Teeth Out

—A/N: Lemme know if y’all want a pt. 2 of this. Also I didn’t take the photo below.

“Is my face still pretty?” Soda asked as Darry carried him into the house.

“Just like the last thirty-seven times, your face is fine, buddy.”

“Can I have a cigarette, Dar?” Soda slurred.

“Doc said not for a few weeks. Here, put this on your face,” Darry handed Soda an ice pack, trying to help get him comfortable.

Just then Steve walked in, holding a chocolate shake, “hey, man, ya look blitzed. They put ya on some nice stuff?”

All Soda could do was nod, too relaxed to respond.

Steve chuckled and placed the chocolate shake on the table next to Soda, “I got your favorite, buddy.” Soda looked over at the shake with joy in his eyes. Being filled up with anesthesia made him feel more juvenile than he already was.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door, which prompted Steve to open it as if it were his own house.

“What’s the door locked for?” Two-Bit was standing on the porch.

“To keep the clowns out.”

“Guess it’s not workin’ if you’re in here,” Two-Bit shot back playfully, which Steve then hit him in the shoulder for.

Two-Bit looked over at Soda, who was now grabbing at the air with wonder in his eyes as if something magical were there.

“Wooo, he’s feelin’ good!” Two-Bit laughed.

“Steve got me a shake,” was Soda’s mumbled response.

Dally then came from the kitchen, snacking on a piece of bread. No one knew when or how he came in. He was just there, “Ain’t seen him this happy since that parade with the cheerleaders.”

Darry was walking around the house collecting everything he needed for work, “why is that when one of y’all show up, all of you show up?”

Two-Bit was already cracking open a beer and kicking his boots off, “‘cause we got that telepathy thing, I guess. We can since a disturbance in the force.”

“Two-Bit, you are the disturbance,” said Steve.

“Actually all of you are,” Darry started, “now look, I gotta go to work but if Soda needs somethin’ can you guys look out for him?”

They all agreed that they could, but deep down they all knew that Darry was just setting up a day of chaos.

#sodapop curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fic