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thewritersofdeceased · 5 months

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DARRY CURTIS

PROMPT: THE GREASERS CALL YOU AND DARRY “MOM AND DAD”

PRONOUNS: SHE / HER FOR THIS ONE

Greasers. Everybody despised the greasers of Tulas. Y/N was one of them. Having the dislike of Soc’s, it was natural for her to have a distaste to them. After finding Johnny Cade, the friend of her boyfriend’s brother all bruised up and hurt from a soc, her hatred for the nice-dressed had grown stronger.

Here she sat in the living room of the Curtis household, waiting for the greasers to come back from a fight. Well, not exactly a fight but they had to go and make sure Pony was safe. Walking home from the movies in between Social and Greaser’s territories weren’t exactly safe. Especially for a fourteen year old who never carried around a switchblade like the rest of them.

On the sides of the armchair y/n sat in were a first aid kit and a bunch of bandages. On the floor consisted of more medical supplies. A sigh of relief escaped when she heard the cheering of each boy. Though… she assumed they would be tired after a fight like that. When the door opened, the first one in was Pony, who had a cut just below his jawline, directly on his neck.

“Pony! Sit down, let me clean your cut.” She spoke, almost like a mother as she stood from the arm chair and grabbed the first aid kit. Pony, being afraid to anger the (h/c)’d female, sat himself on the couch with Soda plopping himself down right after. Y/N stood in front of the boy, carefully holding his face in order to work on the cut without injuring him anymore.

Darry watched the situation, helping Steve with his bleeding nose as everything happened. Johnny was quiet, but he watched Y/N rather closely. Standing to his feet and slightly tugging her jacket, he spoke with a soft tone. “Mom-“ He froze. Soon as he said that single word, he froze.

This led the greaser group to look over to Johnny with a confused look on their faces. Except Pony. He didn’t look towards his friend, and rather looked back at Y/N. Whose eyes were widened for a moment. For a couple seconds, Y/N felt her heart begin to grow bigger. She smiled warmly at the black haired boy before speaking softly.

“Yes, Johnny?” She tilted her head as she spoke, but her warm and soft tone never faltered or disappeared. “When you’re done can you help me with my..?” He motioned towards his scar, frowning slightly. Y/N nodded in response, having gone back to working on Pony.

That was only a couple weeks ago. About two or three. Now Y/N stood in the kitchen, preparing food for every boy that would come around. Darry was out with Soda working, Dally had been off doing whatever(probably getting in trouble with the fuzz), Steve and Two-Bit had been hangin out, and Johnny and Pony were walking home from a movie together.

The Curtis house smelt like a whole restaurant, a buffet if you’d think. Y/N hummed as she cooked and placed everything out. It wasn’t until she heard the bickering between two boys, and two others trying to stop them. “C’mon, let me at him!” It was Two-Bit and Steve bickering like children. Per usual. But that’s what friends do sometimes.

Y/N hummed in response to hearing the bickering, taking off the gloves she wore and smiling when the boys had come through the house’s front door. Though… they paused. Soda was the first to speak through everything. “Why’s it smell good? Someone cook?” He questioned aloud, only giving a quick Look into the kitchen.

“Well, welcome home boys. Take showers then get yourselves down here for dinner, yeah?” Y/N spoke warmly to each of the boys. Soda stared with a look of confusion for a couple seconds. Darry was rather surprised. He wasn’t annoyed, no. He was genuinely surprised. Steve and Two-bit’s bickering had came to a stop before they shouted in unison. “I CALL DIBS ON THE SHOWER FIRST!”

And there it was. The bickering again. The two pushed each other out of the way, trying to go and reach the shower first. Though Y/N was not having it. “HEY! Quit your fightin’ or nobody’s getting dessert!” She shouted to the boys, only as Soda began to laugh. The sudden shout made Two and Steve grow quiet real quick. They were on the ground by this point, wrestling. “Sorry mom..” They spoke, standing to their feet and looking at the ground.

This led a confused shout to escape another boy who’d finally gotten here. Dally, who stood in the doorway, stared with confusion. “MOM!? The hell are you two on about!?” He asked quickly, going over to Y/N. Dally didn’t have a good family life, just like Johnny. For a couple seconds, there was bickering before Y/N felt herself get picked up. Dally was glaring daggers to Soda, Two-bit and Steve.

“Y/N’s me and Johnny’s mom, back up!” Dally shouted, holding Y/N close to him in a hug. Darry only watched. “Guys… she’s my girlfriend. And I’m not your dad.” He spoke sternly to the four boys. Though Dally stared at him with a blank face. “Sure, dad. Sure.” Maybe Soda and Pony would be the only two to not call Darry their dad. Though at this point, the oldest Curtis brother did act like their dad.

When everyone was home, finishing dinner and heading off to sleep wherever, Y/N and Darry cleaned the kitchen up. The soft humming of the female and the deeper harmonies of the male. “Hey sweetheart?” Darry spoke after the humming had came to an end by both of them. Y/N let out a soft “hm?” in response to the other. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and Darry’s chin going on her shoulder.

“We make good parents to this idiots, don’t we?” He then asked, earning a soft laugh. “That we do. That we do… they’re idiots, but we love them.” She whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head on Darry’s chest.

#Darry Curtis x reader #Darrel Curtis #Ponyboy #Johnny Cade #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #dallas Winston #two bit Matthew’s #sodapop curtis

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coquettejohnny · 3 months

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the og "eminem are you having fun?"

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy #the outsiders ponyboy #dallas winston #dally winston #eminem

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trojanponyworld · 4 months

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#ponyplay #ponyboy

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fionajames · 4 months

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Christmas with the Greasers; Headcanons

Hey guys these are some headcanons about the Greasers for Christmas!

Enjoy, and please send requests!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Ponyboy

Loves Christmas.

Buys everyone books in hopes of getting them to like them more. Then has to read them because half of them can’t read to save a life.

He made everyone wait until all the others were there to open presents.

The only one who can make a tea for Darry.

He and Johnny team up to try and get Dally to enjoy Christmas.

Pony goes to Church on Christmas Eve alone. Even though he no longer goes regularly, it reminds him of his parents.

Sodapop

Puts tinsel fucking everywhere.

Y’know how tinsel has like the fine little strips? Yeah, you’ll be finding bits of that in your food for weeks.

Buys everyone like lollies from the DX and writes badly spelt cards.

Puts decorations everywhere as well.

Managed to put a Santa hat on Dally’s head and doesn’t end up getting beat somehow.

But like, are you gonna punch a golden retriever? No. Not even Dally could do that.

Darry

Does this whole thing my parents do where he goes “I’m not getting up until someone makes me a cup of fucking tea.”

Enjoys watching 5 teenage boys rush to make a cup of tea while Dally just smokes a cigarette.

They have a tradition of all the gang celebrating at the Curtis house, as if they were all blood-family.

Gets everyone good presents.

Puts on Holiday Inn and White Christmas and shushes anyone who talks during during the films.

Johnny

He and Pony team up to get Dally to enjoy Christmas ofc.

Makes cookies and gives them in little packages to everyone.

Actually likes the Christmas movies Darry puts on.

Throws snowballs at socs with Dally but hides when they turn.

Sleeps over at the Curtis house with the others ofc and doesn’t go home at all, too scared of his family.

Decorates a lot but we’ll, unlike Soda who’s just crazed.

Dally

Christmas Day is the only day Darry lets him smoke inside the house so he takes full advantage of that.

Really doesn’t see the point on Christmas.

Although, he does kind of grow to like it through the constant forceful nature of Johnny and Pony.

Gets everyone like, a pack of cigarettes or something like that.

Threw snowballs and passer-bys.

Bought Buck a pack of cigarettes and Buck cried. One of the first hugs he didn’t immediately escape.

(I love the idea that Buck is just a sweet, lonely guy. Cause we don’t really know his personality, I headcanon him as a sweetheart).

Two-Bit

First up and is running wild in the house to wake everyone up.

Burnt himself but dropping boiling water on his like whilst trying to make Darry’s tea.

Complained about it for approximately 1.896 seconds before resuming running around whilst holding an ice pack to his leg.

Gets everyone a bottle of coke or something.

Screams happily when the Mickey Mouse Christmas specials come on.

No one is sad around Two-Bit but especially on Christmas cause he’s just an actual fucking child on Christmas.

Steve

Bought proper and good gifts but mostly so he could brag that he gave the best gifts.

Tried to suffocate Soda with tinsel when he almost ate a bit of green tinsel.

Puts snow down Socs backs as they go past and uses Dally as a shield when they get angry.

Tries to watch the films but gets bored and makes snarky remarks throughout them.

#the outsiders #greasers #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #darrel curtis #sodapop #soda curtis #sodapop curtis #christmas #dally winston #dallas winston #johnny cade #steve randle #socs #ka’ra writes ❤️

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zerolovessoup · 2 months

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me when ponyboy curtis

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HES SO SKRUNKLY IMA CRY😔😔

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis number one fan #shitpost #ponyboy curtis #shitposting #ponyboy

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larr-bare · 2 months

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No but you KNOW soda pop smells good. Like in that one scene where he’s snuggling with with pony and wraps his arms are pony? You just knowwww for a fact.

Like cmon now..

#sodapop #ponyboy #sodapopcurtis #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #s.ehinton

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maenchkin · 2 months

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-“Warm Memories”

how johnny met y/n

(side series to “pink tulips”)

-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🌷

Johnny was only 9 when he met her. Stranded out on the street because his parents wouldn’t allow him in the house. It was only by chance that a 13-year-old girl was heading home from her friend’s house when she saw a small, weak-looking boy sitting on a curb, shivering from the cold autumn breeze. He was only wearing an old button-up shirt and a pair of worn-out pants; no fit for the frigid December front that was coming in.

Carefully, Y/n walked up towards him, and set her hand lightly on his shoulder. The boy jumped and effectively brushed her hand off of him.

“D-don’t you touch me! I’m fine, I don’t n-need yer’ help!” he yelped, his head sinking further in between his legs, as if he thought he would disapear.

“Please, it’s cold. If you come with me I can help you,” Y/n begged,

The boy didn’t respond, simply pretending Y/n didn’t exist. He’s met people before who’s tried to “help” him, but were only trying to get him sent off to a boy’s home.

Y/n didn’t know what to do, but she knew she had to help him. She carefully slipped off her thick winter coat, exposing her bare arms to the chilly tempratures; and pulled it around the boy.

He lifted his head towards her, the jacket was warm due to Y/n’s body heat, and it warmed him up some.

“My name’s Y/n, what’s yours?” she carefully lifted up his hands and held them in an attempt to warm them up, though she was cold herself.

The boy stared at her, seemingly in shock of the warm spreading not only in his back and hands, but the strange warm starting to fil his chest. Why was this pretty lady genuinely trying to help him?

“J-johnny,” he shivered out,

“Johnny, what a lovely name. Do you happen to like soup?”

“S-soup?”

“Yeah, we have some leftover at my house if you want some. It’ll warm you right up,” she told him, her voice coated in a sweet honey, drawing Johnny towards her.

He was unsure, and Y/n could tell in his eyes. So she stood up slowly, still holding his hands. By instinct, and not wanting to lose her touch, he stood up with her. And followed her all the way to her house.

When they entered, Y/n could only welcome the warm. Her arms were numb from the exposure to the chilled weather, but could only imagine how cold Johnny was.

She dropped his hands and walked him to sit on their couch, deciding it would be best to keep her coat on him.

“Stay here ok? I’ll warm up the soup and you’ll be feeling better in no time,” she assured, waiting for him to nod towards her. When Johnny gently bobbed his head towards her, she headed off to the kitchen. The boy heard her opening cabinets in the distance. To fill his time, he peered around at his surroundings. Warm yellow lighting coated the various framed pictures on the wall. He assumed most of which were of family. In the corner, a basket of homemade quilts and blankets, next to it, an old sowing machine, clearly well loved.

The buzzing of the stove broke him from his trance, Y/n poured the cold soup into the pot before heading into the living room. “My mother is out of town for a few days, so it’s just us,” she said gently. Y/n sat next to Johnny and held his hands in hers, comforting him. “You can sleep on the couch tonight, if you would like. Or you can take my bed if you would prefer that,”

Johnny knew better than to steal a girls’ bed, so he told her he would take the couch.

The two spent a few minutes to getting to know eachother. Soon, the air was filled with the smell of chicken and veggies. Johnny’s stomach grumbled in anticipation. His parents had been failing to give him real food for the past few days, his only source of food was the almost empty sleeve of bread in the cabinets.

“I warmed up a lot, I hope that’s ok. I’m absolutely starving,” She giggled. Johnny's stomach rumbled loudly. “Sounds like you are too,”. Johnny nodded eagerly, practically drooling from just the smell alone.

The two got up and headed to the kitchen. Y/n grabbed a large spoon and two bowls, she stirred the soup around and poured it into the bowls till they were almost overflowing.

“Heh, sorry about that. I kinda spaced a little bit,” Y/n said,

“That’s ok..Y/n,” Johnny smiled, uttering his words carefully.

“I assumed you wouldn’t complain too much,” she joked, which earned a small laugh from the boy.

They took their bowls to the couch, Y/n set her bowl on the coffee table before heading over to the fireplace to get a fire going.

Johnny hesitated before trying his soup, soon afterwards, he realized how delicious the meal was. He couldn’t help himself before scarffing it down like a starved man. Which, he was.

The fire was steady and sure, Y/n was confident it would carry on just fine now. She turned around to see Johnny’s bowl empty on the table. “Wow. I didn’t think it was that good,” she joked.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny said, guilt setting in. “Oh it’s ok Johnny. We have plenty more if you want some,” she smiled.

Y/n took his bowl and returned with it full. She knew Johnny wasn’t gonna ask for it himself. She sat down next to him and indulged in the dish herself, Johnny joining her with his second portion. The two set their bowls on the table, Y/n had flipped on the television to the cartoon channel. Consumed by Mickey Mouse, she didn’t notice Johnny had dozed off, not until she felt a weight on her shoulder. Looking down, she realized he had fallen asleep, wrapped in the blanket that had been draped on the couch, replacing her jacket which was now on the floor. Quietly she got up and tucked him in with another warm quilt from the basket in the corner. Afterward, she flipped off the TV and headed to her own bedroom.

Y/n woke up bright and early, the sun just barely over the horizon. Her mother always made it a habit to have breakfast together every morning.

Carefully walking up the stairs, she saw Johnny sleeping gently on the couch. Y/n was glad to see him look so peaceful.

She waltzed into the kitchen and gathered ingredients for pancakes. Her mother had a killer recipe that she adored. Of course, she hoped Johnny would like it too.

When Y/n finished the batter she heated up the pan and flipped on a record. She fixed a cup of tea after getting the first pancake cooking. Y/n made sure to go quickly, ensuring food would be ready for Johnny to eat once he woke up. But she also realized quickly that she had too much food for just the two of them.

Y/n mulled it over. Of course, she could just refrigerate them, but she didn't want to be eating pancakes for the next few days.

Then, almost like a cartoon, an idea sprung upon her. She ran to the phone in the hallway, and pressed a familiar code into the keypad. The other side picked up quickly.

"Hey Darry, you busy?"

Johnny slowly opened his eyes, smelling the wonderful scent of cooking food in the air. He sat up, looking around. He heard footsteps in the kitchen and sizzling sounds accompanying them.

'Food?' he thought to himself. Johnny got off the couch and peeked around the corner, to find Y/n flipping over a beautifully golden pancake. He thought she wouldn't notice him, but his stomach betrayed him, rumbling loudly. Y/n turned around and smiled at him.

"Mornin' Johnnycake! I'm almost done with breakfast if you wanna sit at the table." Y/n said, motioning to the dining table next to him.

Johnny obeyed her, sitting obediently in the seat closest to him. He watched Y/n finish cooking the last pancake and realized how large the stack she had created was.

Y/n carefully brought the plate of pancakes to the table, where they sat beautifully in front of Johnny.

"Ok, I know it's a lot," Y/n laughed softly, slightly embarrassed, "But I have some people coming over to help us out," Y/n finished. "I hope that's ok with you Johnny," she added, watching his expression.

While Johnny was a little nervous about meeting new people, he wasn't gonna object to what Y/n did. She let him sleep in her house and eat her food for god sake! To Johnny, she was basically an angel sent from heaven.

The two heard a knock at the door. "Ah! That's them," Y/n said, rushing over to the door. Johnny leaned back to see the door. "Thanks for coming on such short notice you guys," she said. Johnny saw a boy that looked to be about her age, behind him were two younger boys. Brothers of the older boy, he assumed.

"No problem, Y/n. I was just about to cook up some breakfast, so you saved me from that duty," the boy her age said laughing. Johnny watched her lean down to talk to the younger boys. "Soda, Pony, I have someone I want you to meet," she smiled, looking back at Johnny.

The three followed Y/n into the dining area. "Darry, Soda, Pony, this is Johnny Cade. Johnny this is Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy Curtis," she smiled, setting her hand on his shoulder to lend some form of comfort. Johnny shyly waved back. Soda walked right up to him and shook his hand. "Hiya Johnny," he said, "You one'a Y/n's buddies?" he asked. Johnny looked at Y/n quickly for confirmation. Y/n smiled warmly and nodded, so Johnny looked back at Soda and quietly said 'yes'.

The group all sat down and piled up their pancakes. As Y/n assumed, the Curtis's housed any leftovers, which she was happy about. Soda and Pony got along with Johnny great, though he was still a little shy. Darry sat next to Y/n and mostly talked to her, aside from the occasional scolding he did to one of his brothers if they were getting too rowdy.

The group moved outside since the younger boys needed to get out some energy. Y/n found an old football Darry had left in the garage at one point, so the three youngest were wrestling over it in her yard. Darry and her sat on the porch watching them.

Darry turned to her, "When did you meet Johnny?" he asked. Y/n smiled, "You're gonna laugh," she said, looking back at him. Darry smiled back at her, "Just tell me," he pleaded.

Y/n sighed, "Ok, so you know how I was at Mindy's last night?" she asked. Darry nodded, remembering the two of them working on some essay together. "So I was walking home and I just came across him. The poor kid was half frozen, and I knew there was at least something I could do," she explained, "So I brought him home and let him sleep on the couch.".

Darry hummed, "I mean, it would've been what your mother would've wanted you to do," he said. Y/n nodded in agreement. "I just feel so bad for him. I mean what parent leaves their kid outside in the middle of November?" she asked rhetorically. "The parents around these parts do," Darry responded, "'Pretty sure he lives down the street from us. Poor kid gets screamed at about every night. You know he's probably getting a whoopin' along with it too,".

Y/n's hands went up to grasp the necklace she was wearing, rolling it between her fingers. She stared at Johnny, who was tossing the ball towards Soda. She could feel a knot in her throat that she tried swallowing down. "I just can't stand that," Y/n finally said, looking up at Darry. Darry's eyes softened, looking at the look on her face.

"You helped him Y/n." he said, "Yeah maybe that kid doesn't have a good home life, but you showed him an act of kindness he ain't used to seeing,". Y/n's eyes widened. "You gave that kid some hope. I can tell that means the world to 'em." Darry finished, looking back at his brothers and Johnny.

"Darry, you got such a way with words sometimes," she said, smiling widely. Y/n leaned towards him, briefly resting her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, but you better not go tellin' everybody that," Darry responded, leaning his head on top of hers.

Johnny looked back at Darry and Y/n, smiling wider than he had probably ever in his whole life. He finally felt welcome somewhere. To Johnny, Y/n was the most special girl he had ever met.

#johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders #ponyboy #stay gold ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #sodapop #sodapop curtis

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