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Ok I'm sorry but if I see one more story labeled x reader and when I go to read it your fugly ass OC named 'nicole' or 'bridget' are in there IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND! THAT IS NOT X READER! I know some of you could say "well just switch it out with your name"

NO I WILL NOT! ITS ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE OF FALSE ADVERTISING! STOP IT!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

And if you are one of the people that does this... I will find you and it will not be pretty

No hate to you if your name is nicole or bridget those re just examples

Masterlist

Here's my masterlist for all of my writing posts! I'll try my best to update this, but I might forget sometimes (sorry! My bad)

Dallas Winston

Make 'Em Pay

Dally and Reader get into an argument and Reader leaves so he can calm down, but this action has consequences (TW: mention of violence)

Darrel Curtis

Space

Darry and Reader argue, reader gives him space but he doesn't want it (Hurt/comfort?? Fluff?)

Warmth

Darry's had a long day at work, but he melts when you hug him

Johnny Cade

Relationship headcannons

Relationship headcannons with Johnny!! :D

Late Night Comfort

Comforting Johnny in the lot after a fight with his parents (TW: Slight descriptions of physical abuse)

Ponyboy Curtis

School Projects

Ponyboy and Reader are assigned for a month-long project and grow closer over time

Sodapop Curtis:

First Date

First date with Soda (Male!Reader)

Busted Lips and Stolen Kisses

After a rumble, Soda's being taken care of by his beloved

Relationship headcannons

Male!Reader

Random drabble

(TW: Mention of violence)

Drabble/headcannons

His reaction to his s/o having his flannel draped over themself as they sleep

Steve Randle

Headcannons about him picking Reader up at the movie

Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews

Relationship headcannons

Headcannons about him picking Reader up at the movie

Scheduled a post to come out sometimes tomorrow

Was made a few days or a week ago

Not requested though

It's Soda related!!

I'm gonna start making a masterlist post

But I'll work on it on my computer because my computer is just better lmao

Anywho, yeah

I'm making a masterlist of all of my works that I'll hopefully remember to update

i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia and i hate all u fuckinf sylvia glazers like did u actually read the book UGHSHSHS she has too many glazers for a character with no lines she is literally a bitch she isn’t a iconic baddie serving cunt please enough

AND WHY DID I SEE SOMEONE SAY SHE WAS A VICTIMMM?? COMPARING HER TO CHERRY VALANCE?? LIKE UMMM WATATATT

The urge to write something is crazyyy

I don't have any ideas tho and I'm not in the mood to write Outsiders stuff right now

But the thing I want to write for is something I'm not far in enough to grasp their personalities and the wiki page doesnt have shi for their personalities and is rlly overwhelming with the unecessary info

Might just binge the movies for it and get an idea of their personalities from there

I'm just in a meh mood tbh

Help I need someone's thoughts and opinions on this matter😭

do u write for curly shepard or just the main outsiders characters?

Well, I have read That was Then, This is Now, so I probably could try to write for Curly Shepard, but all of my info would come from the book

So, yeah, I could write for Curly, it just might not be as good because all of the info would come from the book

MAKE 'EM PAY HAS 71 NOTES WTF

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Even More Random Thoughts/Headcannons

Johnny edition!! :D

Reader's gender is unspecified as always :)

Imagine you and Johnny were in a relationship

₊⊹∣ He'd definitely share his jean jacket with you

₊⊹∣ If you offered him the option to go to your house for the night, he'd take it if you were insistent enough and when you've already been dating for a while

₊⊹∣ If you had work or school, he'd definitely walk with you

₊⊹∣ He's got nothing better to do, really

₊⊹∣ Given that he most likely dropped out or something because the teachers thought he was too dumb to understand anything that was being taught

₊⊹∣ He just needed to have it explained to him so his slow brain could get it :(

₊⊹∣ His teachers were probably so mean to him tbh

but anywho,

₊⊹∣ he'd walk with you to and from school or work and perhaps hold your hand as well

₊⊹∣ He would probably be a bit shy with PDA because he's so quiet and shy and nervous and whatever

₊⊹∣ But in private, he'll get bold enough to give you a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a chaste kiss on the lips if you're lucky

₊⊹∣ Most times all he does for PDA is wrap an arm around your waist, hold your hand, link your pinkies, or a hand on your back, maybe a kiss on the cheek when nobody is looking

₊⊹∣ But that's mainly just around the gang

₊⊹∣ The most he'll do outside of being with the gang is put his hand on your back or hold your hand

₊⊹∣ He loves, loves, loves if you run your fingers through his hair

₊⊹∣ comfort him after a rumble or dealing with his parents please ➵ he needs it you can't deny it

₊⊹∣ He'd literally be so nice to you

₊⊹∣ Your back is sore for whatever reason? You best believe this man would be (albeit kind of awkwardly) rubbing your back and encouraging you to take it easy

₊⊹∣ You need a shoulder to cry on? He's right next to you, don't worry

₊⊹∣ You're nervous about something? He'll reassure you that you'll do just fine

₊⊹∣ For those who bleed once a month - you've got a stain on your pants/skirt/shorts? He'll wrap his jacket around your waist and might steal something sweet for you or get you Aspirin to take

To whoever requested the Ponyboy x cuteness aggression/biting love language!Reader:

I'm so sorry but I don't think I'll be able to write it because I don't want to mischaracterize the Reader and how they act and how cuteness aggression/biting love language is because I want my writing to be as accurate as possible and as enjoyable as possible for whoever reads it Again, I'm sorry!!!

Giggles and kicks feet at the realization that my Dally post has 60+ notes

Idk

Half debating on writing something for a completely different series and also testing a slightly different layout for my posts

I'd die of embarrassment so idk if I should write it but I'd want to post it on here, but I'm genuinely terrified of making the character ooc because I haven't read/watched anything for the series in ages 😭😭😭

I don't know what to do right now

Like, I wanna write, and I know I've got requests but none of them are speaking to me right now

I dunno

bleh

This made me tear up wtf (it's really good though)

thinking about pony dying at that fountain.

Johnny sitting covered in blood, Pony’s head resting in his lap as he begs him to wake up, it’s not funny anymore, just breathe again.

Darry and Soda collecting the gang by the time it’s morning and neither of them have seen Johnny or Pony since last night, conducting a search of the entire town.

Darry being so worried as they search, because what if Pony didn’t even want to see him, what if Pony really hated him now. And what makes it worse is Soda won’t even speak to Darry, not after he hurt their baby brother.

When they find Johnny, he’s sitting against the fountain and by now, he’s freezing but he can’t get up, he can’t even speak to Dally when he grabs his arm, because Pony is gone, Pony’s not breathing.

Soda immediately kneeling down by Pony, thinking he’s asleep or something, and then seeing his unblinking eyes, his blue face, his cold hands, and just sobbing.

Meanwhile, Darry is just standing there knowing what’s happened but not knowing what to do, and he’s just numb, he can’t move or speak or even breathe.

Dally having to go to the police station, and the cops hardly believing him because of his record, but he looks so desperate and broken that they hear him out and follow him to the park.

Steve, Dally, and Two-Bit having to literally drag Soda away from Pony, sobbing and screaming, and it hurts them so much to see essentially their little brother dead, and the rest of their friends breaking down.

Dally having to practically carry Johnny back to the Curtis house, because he can’t speak or walk or do anything but think about Pony’s eyes that he would always watch, so cold and lifeless now.

Darry retreating to his room because they all must hate him for this as much as he hates himself.

Soda still sobbing and clutching onto one of Pony’s sweatshirts while Steve just sits next to him and rubs his back, trying not to cry himself. Dally’s eyes, somehow even more cold and hard than before, as he makes sure Johnny is okay, even though he’s not gonna be okay, none of them ever will be.

Johnny not being able to speak for weeks, months after Pony’s death, and still struggling with it after that, because Pony was the only one he could really talk to and now Pony was gone.

Darry getting huge flashes of deja vu from his parents death— immediately after, he’s thrown into planning. At his parents death, it was a way for him to calm down and organize his thoughts, but now he’s just too tired, it’s just the routine that he has to do.

Them all pitching in for a gravestone with his name on it. It’s not even his full name. Pony Curtis, 1953-1967. Them not even having a funeral because the cops won’t hear them out, why should they care about some greaser?

The cops ruling it a suicide and none of them quite believing it, but there’s always that thought in the back of Darry’s mind— what if Pony just got too fed up when he hit him? What if he riled up those Socs on purpose?

All Dallas can think is— he’s 14. He’s only a kid. (He can’t bring himself to use past tense.)

A week later, the social worker appearing at their door. Soda hasn’t spoken to Darry for that entire week, but he looks back at him with tears in his eyes as the social worker takes him away, going to ship him off to a boys home.

Darry breaking down as soon as he leaves, holding onto Soda’s old flannel and Pony’s stuffed bunny that he used to claim he was too old for, just sitting on the couch and crying until he falls asleep.

Two-Bit finding him the next morning and trying to hug him but Darry flinches away because the last time he’d touched someone he’d hit his little brother, who’d then gotten killed.

Steve watching his best friend going from a happy boy who’s always smiling to someone barely able to respond to his hugs or words of comfort. Steve knowing that Soda will never be the same, and he can’t do anything about that.

Steve joking that he won’t be competing for Soda’s #1 best friend spot now, and immediately regretting it when Soda breaks down in tears. Steve, who usually can just be there and Soda will be comforted even if Steve’s not good at that, standing there helpless as Soda cries.

The gang jumping at the opportunity to have a rumble, and even when the Socs start retreating they keep running after him because they need somewhere to get this energy out, to get some sort of revenge.

Darry having to be pulled off of Paul long after he'd passed out, and just falling apart refusing to let anyone touch him because that's what caused Pony to run away, to get killed, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone else, to cause anyone else's death because of him.

Darry just sitting in the corner of their living room afterwards unable to look at anyone because he's never cried like that in front of them, especially not his brother(s). Him feeling horrible when Soda gets up, still injured, and tells them it's way past his curfew and that he's gotta get going.

Soda, as he walks home, passing by the park where Pony died and just breaking down in tears. Him not making it back until the next morning, because he's crying so much he passes out. Him wishing maybe some Socs could come and jump him too, because he deserves it more than Ponyboy did.

Two-Bit drinking that night, more than he had before, because he just doesn't want to think about it anymore. He's had enough of tragedy and misfortune and pain, and drinking will make him forget about it, if only for a little while. Him regretting it when he wakes up even worse than before, but getting drunk again and again because the good parts of it overweigh the bad.

Dally turning even more cold and hard, and not trusting anyone except for Johnny. Him jumping Socs anytime he comes across them even if he's outnumbered and comes back more injured than victorious, because he's doing this for Pony, he's doing this for his gang.

Darry taking Johnny in as a little brother, and he knows it's not the same but it's as close as he's gonna get to having his normal routine, and that's pretty much the only thing that will calm him down. Darry finding a book of ASL in his parents' old room. Him trying to learn some of it so he can communicate with Johnny, knowing that Johnny and Pony learned it, but giving up after a few tries because he sees the hurt in Johnny's eyes.

Soda getting a letter while he's in the boys' home, and hoping against all hope that it's someone from his gang, wishing that it was his little brother even if there's no way. Him opening the letter and it's from Sandy, saying that she's moved to Florida and is breaking up with him.

Soda nearly throwing up when he's finished reading it, because he's lost everyone. First his parents, then his little brother, and with him the rest of his friends, and now his girlfriend. Soda not being able to talk about the letter for months afterwards, even when Darry finally finds a way for him to come home.

Steve sneaking into the boys' home one day and getting shoved away when he tries to put a hand on Soda's shoulder. Him feeling horrible that he's not good enough, that his best friend will never be the same, but shoving a chocolate bar into Soda's hands before he leaves, because before Pony died, Soda would always feel better after he ate one.

Darry eyeing the knife on the counter while he's cooking, or loosening his hold on the ladder just a little bit at his roofing job, because it's his fault Pony's dead. Darry not eating until he absolutely has to. Darry launching himself into getting Soda back or caring for Johnny, because he's worthless otherwise.

Darry flinching whenever someone tries to touch him, or anytime he feels the slightest hint of anger, because he doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Darry panicking when Two-Bit slams a bottle down on the counter, because loud noises remind him too much of hitting Ponyboy. Darry wanting nothing more to hug Soda when he finally gets home, but not wanting to lose his other brother, too, at his fault.

Just... Pony dying at the fountain.

"I am a craftsman and you are my son The child I created cannot be unborn Feathers and wax make of promising wings Taunting the gods is way of all kings What have I done? I tried to play God and I paid with my son" - Icarus by luvbug

This song is so sad :(

live laugh love the song Achilles, Come Down by Gang of Youths

School Projects

Started: August 11, 2024

Finished: August 12, 2024 Summary: A month long partner project in class. Ponyboy and Reader are paired up and find themselves growing closer as time goes on. . . Contains: - Fluff - Second-person PoV - GN! Reader - Strangers(?) to Lovers - Reader x Ponyboy - no use of Y/N Warnings: - Reader is (at least) decent at writing essays - very little dialogue

You were in your History class, listening to your teacher drone on and on about something you’d started to tune out a while ago by now. Idly tapping the end of your pencil on your desk while your head was resting on your arm, only little snippets of the teacher’s rambling came into your brain like, “assigned partners”, and “month-long project”. The class was quiet, really, with some girls gossiping in hushed whispers, some doodling in the margin of their papers or fidgeting with obvious boredom like yourself, some guys discreetly mocking the teacher and making their friends snicker. Only a few kids actually listened or took notes of what Ms. Thompson was saying. Your eyes scanned the classroom, watching everyone do their own thing, then your eyes went to Ponyboy. You knew him to some degree, but you were really strangers, only knowing what each other’s names were but never really interacting at all. You knew he was a quiet kid, that he was a Greaser, and that he liked to read from what you’d seen, but nothing more than that.

When you finally tuned back in to Ms. Thompson’s ramblings, she said, “I will write the pairs on the board. Once you find your and your partner’s names, you will sit next to your partner and take notes and come up with an essay and a visual presentation, including drawn images and excerpts from text books and other resources on the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and how it impacted society. This project is due a month from now; if it is overdue, you will get an F on it and it will impact your final grade in this class.”

Ms. Thompson began writing the pairs and the instructions on the chalkboard, your classmates either looking at it in anticipation or murmuring to one another, presumably about who they hoped their partners would be. When Ms. Thompson finished writing on the chalkboard, she sat down at her desk and began to work or grade things from other classes, and there were audible groans or excited ‘yes’s from your classmates as they read the list of pairs. You scanned the list for your name, and you were paired up with Ponyboy Curtis. You just hoped that you both could relatively get along.

The students began to go to their partners and began chatting about what they would be doing for the project, how they’d design it, and who’s doing what. Ponyboy soon came over to your desk and pulled up a chair, sitting across from you with his notebook put on the desktop. The awkwardness almost palpable. ”So. . . What should we do for the project?” He asked, awkwardly breaking the silence, opening his notebook to a blank page and jotting down the instructions, due date, etc. ”I don’t know. . . Maybe a tri-fold poster or something?” You suggested. “Sure. We can do that.” Ponyboy replied, jotting it down.

After a bit more discussion, you came to the agreement that Ponyboy would do the art and visual bit of the tri-fold poster and you would write the essay. You agreed to meet up at Ponyboy’s house after school to start working on the project and that would be the main plan for meetups unless you both went to the library or something.

You walked with Ponyboy after school to his house, and you went to his shared bedroom and began studying, having taken out a few history books on the time period of the Roman Empire and the rise and fall of it, etc. You both started working and were chatting together. You found out that Ponyboy is actually a really nice guy; that he enjoyed watching sunsets, about his family life, and he found out more about you in turn. You both started to bond over time as you both worked on this project, and when you finished writing the essay you began to help him with the tri-fold poster and wrote down excerpts from the resources you had and maybe adding the occasional drawing or detail to the poster or maybe helped him with coloring it.

Before long, Ponyboy had started inviting you to hang out together outside of working on the project, like going to Dairy Queen together or maybe walking around town together, and you had quickly become friends with him. It was great. Ponyboy was a great friend and a great partner for projects, albeit you started to get a warm, almost fuzzy feeling around him; finding yourself looking at him for a few moments more than the casual glance in classes, taking in the details of his appearance. . .

Time flies by, and that definitely applied to the month to do the history project. You’d finished and the due date had come up quickly, but you both were content with how the final result came out. You’d ended up doing a small presentation for the tri-fold poster, along with your other classmates for their own visual presentations. Some kids even went to the lengths of making a class interactive bit and made handouts for the class. You’d ended up getting an A on the project, which you were both proud about, obviously.

You decided to hang out together over the weekend and went to a local diner that had affordable, cheap prices, and you’d had a good time there with him like always.

Once it got later, he walked you with you home and the walk was relatively quiet, only minimal talk happening between the two of you.

After a bit, Ponyboy had broken the somewhat comfortable silence by saying, “Hey, uh, can I tell you somethin’?” with a bit of a shy look in his eyes. “Yeah.” You answered him, looking over at him while you waited for him to tell you whatever he wanted to tell you. You’d gotten pretty close to your house by now.

“I, uh, really like you. A more-than-friends kind of like.” Ponyboy admitted.

You stood there for a moment, processing the new information while he waited for your response with bated breath. He had a crush on you. . .

“I really like you, too, Ponyboy. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.” You told him, to which he let out an exhale of relief.

You both kept walking back to your house, and when you finally got there, you stopped at the front of your house, pulling away from Ponyboy and going to back into your house before you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, “See you on Monday, Ponyboy.” You told him, then turning and walking into your house, leaving Ponyboy struck dumb with a lovestruck smile on his face as he watched you open the front door and go in. He couldn’t wait ‘till Monday. . .

Sorry if this is bad; I'm a bit rusty because I haven't done any writing - let alone romance writing - in ages (╥﹏╥) Requests are open :)

Late Night Comfort

Summary: Reader comforts Johnny at the lot after his dad beat him

Contains: fluff and comfort, cuddling, Johnny x Reader, no use of y/n, Reader’s gender is unspecified, Johnny is the little spoon :)

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse (Not very descriptive), short and sweet

Johnny had ran over to the lot, his body feeling sore and achy from his dad hitting him, and he was sure that there would be bruises left - if the dull throbbing didn’t already prove it enough. You were there, sitting on the broken down car seat. When you saw him in his familiar denim jacket, somewhat hobbling, you grew concerned, having a hunch on what caused his pain. You stood up, stepping over to Johnny and helping him sit down.

“The old man hit me again. . .” Johnny managed to get out. His parents didn’t give two shits about him and the entire gang knew it. His dad would often beat him or whip him or yell at him, and his mom would holler at him, too. This night was no different to such horrible treatment.

You wrapped an arm around Johnny in a side hug, exhaling. He didn’t deserve to have such horrible parents, you thought.

In the darkness of the evening, you could make out the redness and discoloration on his face, and you knew there’d be more of the same discoloration and forming bruises all over him. You pulled Johnny a bit closer to your side, albeit being mindful and careful with the fact that he probably hurt all over and you shouldn’t be too firm with your hold.

“Could you stay with me tonight.?” Johnny found himself asking the question, not particularly sure why he suddenly requested it - his mouth moved quicker than he could think. You nodded, responding with some version of confirmation and acceptance of his wish to stay with him in the lot for the night.

When the sky grew darker and the desire to sleep became greater, you and Johnny found yourselves lying under the stars on the old, broken down car seat in the lot. Your arms were wrapped around his waist from behind and his back was pressed against your chest. The only sounds heard were your breathing and the possible car driving by. It was peaceful and you both found yourselves drifting off to sleep, worries nonexistent in your minds for now.

hiiii!! r u able to do some sort of dally x male reader, preferably like hurt/comfort? love ur writing btw!

For sure!! If you want any extra details (stuff about reader, type of hurt/comfort scenario, etc.), just let me know so I can incorporate them into it when I write it!

First Date

Summary: Your first date with Sodapop + an extra lil something at the end :)

Contains: Sodapop x Male!Reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, first date awkwardness, Reader making the first move kinda, Reader is bold enough to make the first move ig, did I mention fluff?

Warnings: Reader is nice, Soda calls Reader ‘darling’, brief implications of general homophobia since it was the 60s (sorry pooks), Reader has a few specific thoughts, but not too specific if you know what I mean?,

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Hope you enjoy and I hope this actually turned out good Uh, also, first time actually describing a kiss, so please be nice 😭

“I’m going to go to the drive-in to hang out with a buddy of mine tonight.” Soda told the gang one evening as he was getting ready, shrugging on his usual flannel and his shoes before running a hand through his hair and walking out the door with nothing more than a “See ya” and a short wave. After he left, the gang gave one another knowing looks and a few sly grins - they knew it was actually a date. They were fine with it, of course — they just thought it was funny that Sodapop was calling his date a ‘‘buddy of his’’.

When Soda finally got there, he saw you and his reckless and happy grin immediately formed on his face. His hand reached for yours and he held it in a somewhat firm but still rather gentle hold.

“Hey,” he greeted you, walking with you to buy some popcorn and a drink and find some seats to watch the movie.

When you finally found some good seats, Soda sat down next to you and put his hand over yours, a sweet but just slightly nervous smile on his lips - this was your first date so of course he’d be a tad nervous.

It was rather quiet between the two of you as you watched the film on the projector screen, sometimes with his hand grazing yours and some other awkward little moments. The movie playing was some beach movie with all those swinging songs and whatnot, albeit you weren’t too focused on the movie and instead was hyperaware of each time his palm or his fingertips grazed yours or any lingering glances Sodapop would give you.

This was your first proper date with Soda; sure, you’d gotten rather close over time when you hung out as mere friends back when he was in school before he dropped out, and you’d even gave him a kiss on the cheek before - no friends do that! Especially not guy friends - but this was the first time he’s actually taken you out somewhere with the intention of it being a date instead of just a friendly and ‘platonic’ hang out.

Once the movie was over (it felt like it ended too quick but was also too long; you wanted more time with Soda but you couldn’t focus on the movie and it felt like time was going by too slow with his lingering glances and slight touches) you got up from your seats and walked over to the garbage can to toss out the empty drink cups and the empty cup(?) of popcorn you had shared, Soda trailing close behind you like a Golden Retriever (he is a Golden Retriever don’t deny it).

After this, you began to walk home with him, his hand in your own and his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks you, in which you respond with your own form of agreement/confirmation that you did indeed enjoy this little date. “That’s good. ‘M glad.” Soda murmured.

When you both got a few blocks away from the Curtis house, you stopped abruptly.

“What’s the matter?” Soda asked, stopping as well and turning his head to look at you. He had this half-worried and caring look in his eyes, mixed with a hint of adoration and nervousness.

With his hand still interlocked with one of your own, your other hand goes to his cheek, and you lean in for a kiss. Soda didn’t stop you. When your lips finally met, it’s soft and sweet and gentle. He reciprocates the kiss and his hand lightly squeezes yours. You half-reluctantly pull back after a moment, letting the kiss linger slightly before you realize you need oxygen to breathe instead of Soda’s soft lips. He looks at you and gives you a wild grin like he’s just won the lottery. He presses a kiss to your cheek before letting go of your hand and murmuring something to you before starting to walk back to the Curtis house (He didn’t want the guys to catch you walking home with him and holding hands and whatever) after mumbling something to you in your ear.

“Can’t wait to see you next time, darling.”

Extra:

“Uhm, guys, I have a boyfriend.” Soda admitted to the gang, a tad worried about how they’d react to this new information Suddenly, Steve gave him a good-natured smack on the back and said, “We knew, Soda,” with a grin on his face “Wait, what?” Soda responded, surprised at the revelation “Yeah. We’ve known for a while. Saw your boyfriend give you a kiss on the cheek a few weeks ago. When are you going to introduce us to him?” spoke up Dally with a teasing grin Safe to say Soda’s face was a bit red after that remark, but he’d definitely introduce you soon enough.

Can you do sodapop x male reader but this time a story please? I can give some ideas I'd you want 😁😁

Of course! And yes, please give me ideas, buddy >.<

My brain can't brain enough to form ideas if you can't already tell lmao

Space

Summary: Darry and Reader argue, so Reader gives Darry space, but Darry misses Reader’s presence

Contains: Darry x Reader, no use of y/n, reader’s gender is unspecified

Warnings: Mentions of arguing/fighting, Reader is called sweetheart, Reader has one specific/explicit line of dialogue, maybe one uncharacteristic line from Darry, bittersweet stuff

Prompts: “person a being mad at person b, so person b gives them some alone time. only to find person a trying to drag them back to bed bc they miss person b’s presence.” (@/keyotosprompts)

Requested? No

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a little while cuz I wasn't sure on if I should post it, enjoy :) It's short, mb

You and Darry had gotten into a bit of a disagreement, and it got a bit heated because he was already stressed and sore from work and he kind of just took out said aggression on you and the disagreement you had. Because of this, you had come to the decision to just leave Darry alone to give him time to cool off and destress, and went for a walk around town for a bit, also taking it as an excuse to run a few errands.

Once you finally came back, you set down a bag or two of groceries you had gotten while out onto the kitchen counter, and began to unpack them. The house was almost unnaturally quiet. It was the evening. Sodapop was on a date with Sandy and Ponyboy was out at the movies with some of the gang, but you weren’t sure on where Darry was.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned your head when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. It was Darry.

“’M sorry about earlier, sweetheart. . .” He murmured.

“I thought you wanted some space.?” You asked, pausing in your unpacking of the groceries.

“I don’t need space, I need you.” He replied, huffing out a big, tired, and heavy exhale of breath against your skin.

You had finished unpacking the groceries in a few minutes, with the help of Darry, and you were now sat down on the couch while Darry was sitting in his chair.

Your disagreement from earlier had been over something trivial; Ponyboy’s grades. Ponyboy had gotten a B- on his latest assignment in math and Darry wasn’t too proud of him. You knew that Darry was only wanting the best for Ponyboy, but he was also trying too hard to make something out of him. You had defended Ponyboy and said some version of that it was just a B- and Ponyboy has his own strengths in certain subjects and weaknesses in others, but Darry still got frustrated about it. He had hollered at Ponyboy some, and was awfully stern with you, saying, “He’s my kid brother and I can be as harsh to him as I want to!”

After the fact, it was now a bit awkward; quiet. You were kind of just waiting for Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home so you could all go to bed and relax for the night.

Within the next little while, Ponyboy and Sodapop had come home, walking through the door and chatting for a bit. Soda and Ponyboy went to their room for the night a bit after and you guys did the same. Darry was lying in bed behind you, one of his big, muscular arms draped over your waist, his body close to yours.

“I know I can be a bit harsh on Pony. I just want the best for him and I want him to do good.” Darry murmured to you out of the blue. You knew he wasn’t very emotional, and he also didn’t apologize too much, so this really was out of the blue. “Just. . . Whenever we fight, don’t assume I want to be alone after..” He let out a sigh, subconsciously holding you a little bit closer under the covers.

You know how in the book, it says that during the rumble when Ponyboy got the concussion from a Soc kicking him in the head and that when Soda saw, he 'landed all over that Soc', he got so mad that Darry even said he's never seen Soda that angry

Imagine him doing that for you? Like, imagine Socs are beating the crap out of you for whatever reason, either it be in a rumble or they wanna jump you for shits and giggles

And Soda sees this and he just like Sees red Y'know?

I think he'd hurt the Socs so bad it'd be a borderline hospital visit

I dont know

Maybe I'm just being cringey and whatever because I love The Outsiders, but yeah

That's my thought for the day :)

can you do ponyboy with a fem!reader who likes to bite him in like a cuteness aggression way

For sure, Anon! I'll try my best It'll probably be headcannons and a short little imagine if that's okay with you :)