maenchkin

[maenchkin]

-“Warm Memories”

how ponyboy got close with y/n

(side series to “pink tulips”)

-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ����𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🌷

Pony’s POV

You know, out of the entire gang, I think Y/n gets me the best. Johnnie and Soda are definitely up there with understanding me, but with Y/n I think it’s different because she doesn’t have to act all tough in front of the boys. I think a lot about how life would be if she never took a liking to Darry. I think it would be a lot less colorful without her.

Y/n’s known me since I was a pup. I can sorta recall the first time she was over. Darry n her were working on some sort of assignment for school, and she let me read some of her books.

Well, read to the best of my ability with how young I was. 

Mom and Dad enjoyed her jokes that she cracked in front of em, so she stayed for dinner. After she left Mom demanded she be over more often. She said to Darry, “You don’t let a girl like that one go,”. I think that really stuck with Darry, because Darry and Y/n have been basically inseparable since.

Sometimes I don’t understand how she can put up with Darry, but Y/n can put up with anyone. She’s friends with half the town, and definitely doesn’t need us. In fact, if it weren’t for the gang I think Y/n and Darry would’ve been some sorta Socs. She definitely has the connections. 

I’ve asked her about it before, and she snorted, laughing at my comment like it was some outta left field statement. She said “I got you, and Darry, the gang, and my Mama. Why would I ever wanna be a Soc when I have you guys?”.

Everyone in the gang loves her too. Her house is bigger than ours, so it can house the whole group pretty comfortably. She has an extra bedroom too, which is always available in case one of us needs a place to crash. Dally’s there any time he’s gotta escape the fuzz, and Johnny is there prolly once a week. But Y/n has to drag him there since he’d never ask her for such a big favor. Her cookings amazing too. It competes with my mom’s, which is a hard feat.

She’s the first person Dally calls when he needs a ride from the cooler, but from what I’ve heard from him, the first thing he hears from her is “nagging”. She cares a lot for Dally. The two of them coming from big cities and all, she knows what the hood’s like in places like that.

I’ve never met Y/n’s dad. From what I’ve gathered, her parents had a nasty divorce, which resulted in Y/n and her mother moving from Chicago all the way to Tulsa, where they took Y/n’s Grandma’s house. For a few years Y/n would go to stay with her dad for a few months in the summer, but that stopped after her father got remarried. I’ve seen a picture of him in Y/n’s bedroom. He’s a good lookin’ guy, but not Hollywood handsome like Soda. More ordinary handsome.

Y/n’s mom is great. You can really tell where she gets all of her generosity from. The first time Darry went over to their house, his shirt had some sort of hole, or tear or something. He came back with the hole repaired, and a box of cookies that Y/n’s mom demanded he take home after she found out about Soda and I.

I’ve heard the term ‘You can take a girl from the city but you can’t take the city from the girl’ before, and I think it definitely applies to Y/n sometimes. Even though she moved away in gradeschool, I think she’s a still a city girl at heart.

Don’t get me wrong, Soda’s gotta be one of my favorite people. But unlike Soda, Y/n can sit through movies, and loves to read with me. I would love to do it more often, but she works a lot, like Darry. I’m still grateful though. 

Her house has this huge room dedicated to books. Like a personal library. Y/n said a lot of the books were her mother’s, but some of them she’s read herself, or were gifted to her by family members. I’m welcome to any book there, as long as I return it in good condition.

Darry and her confuse me a little bit sometimes. It’s blaringly obvious the two like each other, so I don’t understand why they ain’t together yet. The boys have a bet going on the two of them. Soda and I think that they’ll be getting together any minute now, and Two-Bit and Steve think that they’ve already gotten married in secret. I’m really hopin’ Soda and I are right because I got a good few dollars relying on it.

I would say that I didn’t get super close with Y/n till I entered secondary school. When I was in 6th grade, I really found an interest in reading. My English teacher announced that as a requirement in his class, we had to read this whole list of books. All the books were already rented out from the library, and we ain’t got too many of the books on the list at home.

Third POV

“Darry I ain’t know what to do,” Pony sighed, resting his chin on the dining room table, staring at his brother doing homework. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait till the other kids are done with the books,” he said, half interested. “But the kids in my grade take ages to get through a page! I wanna get goin’ on this now,” Pony whines, rolling his eyes. “Now don’t you get mouthy Ponyboy. You’ll get to it when you get to it,” Darry responded. The front door opened and closed. “Hey Y/n,” Darry called out, “Heya Dar-Bear,” Y/n responded, sitting down next to him. Darry and Pony’s heads whipped up. “What’d you just call me?” Darry asked, confused. “Nothing,” Y/n teased, pulling out her notebook. 

“Darry, you don’t get it. I’m itchin’ to start this now,” Pony said, continuing his and Darry’s conversation. “Hm? What’s going on?” Y/n asked, looking between Darry and Ponyboy. “Ponyboy’s got this assignment in his English clas-” “We gotta read a whole buncha books in my class and I’m totally outta luck! All the books are checked outta the library.” Pony whined, staring at Y/n. 

“Hmmm, well. I could do something to help you,” Y/n smiled, watching Ponyboy’s eyebrows lift, “What d’ya mean Y/n?” he asked. “You’ll see.” she responded, “I gotta finish my work first,”. 

-

Y/n finished her last algebra problem, and looked back up to Ponyboy, who was already looking at her. “All finished?” Pony asked eagerly, smiling at her. Y/n giggled, setting down her pencil. “I suppose,” she smiled grabbing her bag. “Darry, we’re heading out,” Y/n called to Darry, who was in the living area. “Alright Y/n” he responded.

“C’mon Pony, the surprise’s at my house,” Y/n said, leading Pony out the door.

-

The two approached Y/n’s house pretty quickly, thanks to the extra pep in Pony’s step. 

“My mom’s at work right now,” Y/n said, opening the door. Pony made sure to slip his shoes off when he got in. He still shudders at the memory of Y/n’s mom chewing out Two-Bit for tracking mud on the carpet.

“Ok, now close your eyes,” Y/n said. Ponyboy shut his eyes and felt Y/n grab his and to lead him through the house. He heard her open the door and let his feet follow Y/n’s pull.

“You can open your eyes now Pony,” she said. Pony let his eyes flutter open, and dropped his jaw. All around him were books! Books from the floor to ceiling! 

“It’s our family library. Feel free to read any book in here, just promise to take care of it while you have it.” Y/n said, watching Ponyboy analyze the shelf in front of him. “Really?” Ponyboy asked in disbelief, looking back at her, “Yeah definitely. I’m glad you like reading, it’s good for you,” she said patting his shoulder. “Now, what books are on your list? We should hopefully have most of them,” Y/n said, looking around. 

Ponyboy grabbed the list that was folded in his pocket. “We can start with ‘Old Yeller’,”

-

Pony’s POV

Ma really saved my butt back then. And turns out, that assignment really jump started my book addiction, thanks to her. We would have reading sessions after school. I got my list finished in two months flat. My teacher said I was the first one done, and Y/n took me out for burgers at the Dingo that night to celebrate. Darry and Sodapop tagged along too. Y/n and I got real close after all that, I think she was happy she had someone to talk about books to. Y/n’s a real special girl to me and the gang as a whole. Life would be a heck of a lot different without her.

[maenchkin]

𝐲/𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

-ps, i know it’s very lavish for tulsa, but let me live my vintage dreams!!

-backstory- y/n’s grandma owned this house most of her live. tulsa’s where y/n’s mom lived until she moved to chicago in her 20’s. y/n and her moved into back into her grandmother’s house that was left to them after her death. the house was already furnished and decorated from her grandmother. her grandmother had a decent amount of money that the two of them inherited, though they spend it diligently.

(if the pictures look a lil too modern, that’s my b. this was the best i could get from pinterest )

The house

y/n’s bedroom

kitchen

living room

guest bedroom

bathroom

library

-this is the general idea for the house at least, of course feel free to imagine it however you like! it just helps me with visualizing it.

[maenchkin]

-“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.

-

[maenchkin]

- “𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬”

in which darry’s childhood friend is the mom of the gang

darry curtis x f!reader

#2 "Chicken Soup"

<3 Reader is referred to, or called ‘Ma’

Series Masterlist

September 10th, 1953

“Darrel, right? I’m Y/n,” 

“Yeah, you ready for me to show you around?” Darrel asked, Y/n nodded curtly, showing him a shy smile. “I can show you the library firs-”

“Darry!!” a young voice calls from down the hall, the two turn to see a small boy running towards them, “Soda you know you’re supposed to be at recess right now,” Darry scolded him. “I came inside to go to the bathroom and I saw you. I wanted to give you a hug,” the boy whined, reaching his arms out to him.

Darry sighed before reluctantly opening his arms for him, Soda accepted the invite and jumped into his arms. The young boy squeezed the crap out of him, Darry having to peel him back off of him. 

“Okay okay, you need to head back to recess. I have to do something right now,” the older brother said, Soda looked over at Y/n. He looked her up and down before turning back to Darry.

“Oh I see what’s going on,” he said. Y/n and Darry shared a look. Soda turned around to walk back to recess, “Trynna avoid me so he can hang out with his girlfriend,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Darrel was floored, his jaw on the floor in shock. Y/n giggled.

“S-s’rry ‘bout that, I don’t know where he got that from,” Darry said, clearly embarrassed. “It’s ok Darell, I thought it was cute,”

Darry shoved what his brother said to the back of his head, and continued his tour. Y/n trailed next to him, taking in the conversation, and the details of the boy. Like how when the sun is in his eyes, there’s more green than blue. 

“That’s everything,” Darry said, breaking Y/n from her trance, “Do ya’ have any questions?”. 

“Nope, thanks Darrel,” Y/n smiled,

“Call me Darry, everyone else does,” The two smiled at eachother, before heading back to class.

Present

“Y/n! Thank you for coming!”

“No problem Mrs. Phoebe! Thank you for hiring me for the job,” Y/n smiled as she walked into the lady’s house. “So which dress is it that you wanted me to alter?” Y/n asked, “This one right over here,” Mrs. Phoebe led her over to the long emerald green dress draped over her dining room table. 

“Oh my, its stunning!” Y/n gasped, the morning sun hitting the sleek fabric just right. “I got a few months back, but its too loose at the waist. I need it by thursday for an event,”.

Mrs. Phoebe lived on the west side of town, so there were many charity events she attended with her husband. Y/n admitted that she wished that she were like her, she would love to afford such a nice house, go to formal events every week, and not have to worry about whether the gang is getting jumped at all. But she did love her life, the boys added such a spice to her world, and she wouldn’t know what she would do without them.

“It’s no problem Mrs. Phoebe, I can get it back to you by tomorrow,” Y/n smiled,

“You are a lifesaver dear,” Mrs. Phoebe exclaimed, “Say, how have you and Darell been? I saw you two on a stroll together last week,”.

“We’re not together if that’s what you’re asking,” Y/n sighed. “Yet.” Mrs. Phoebe said, “My husband took years to finally admit his feelings towards me, and if I know anything, I know Darell looks at you the same way my husband did to me,” Mrs. Phoebe smiled gently towards her. Y/n’s face flushed. “I better get going Miss, I-I still have your measurements from last time,” Y/n gently picked up the dress and folded it into her bag. “Have a good rest of your day dear!” Mrs. Phoebe said, winking as Y/n left the house. 

-

Y/n walked her way to her house. She had finished her shift and her study session with Cherry. The session was extremely productive, Cherry had picked up on every tip to help her with her upcoming midterms. Y/n’s heels clicked against the sidewalk, her old blue house coming into view.

Shoes tapping against the fron steps, she could see through the screen door that there were two extra pairs of shoes in the entry. 

“I’m home!” she yelled out, slipping off her shoes as well. She could hear the soft sound of cartoon music, the noise getting louder as she walked to the living room. A head of brunette and a mop of jet black hair sat on her couch. “Dally, Johnny, how long have you guys been here?” she asked, leaning over the couch to see them. “Not long Ma, just ‘bout an hour or so,” Dally said, eyes still glued to the TV. Johnny however, looked up to greet Y/n. “How was yer day Ma?” he asked softly. 

“Good, thanks for asking. I have a quick fix-up for a dress I have to do, so I won’t be here for long,” she said, giving him a smile. Her hands pushed her up and she started walking to her bedroom. “I made cookies last night, feel free to eat as many as you want,” she yelled out, opening her bedroom door and closing it behind her.

As she predicted, the dress fixup was simple. The only task required was to take in the waist. A few minutes later, she was done. Y/n packed up her stuff, grabbed a sweater, and started to head out. Not before saying goodbye to Dally and Johnny beforehand. “I’ll be at the Curtis’s to make dinner, so stop by if you need anything,” She said, finally getting Dally to look over, along with Johnny. Y/n noticed the blue bruise on the side of Dally’s face. “Dally did you get into another fight?” she scolded, reaching out the touch his face.

Dally allowed her to do so. “Yeah, that damn soc got what he deserved,” he said, “Stupid socs think that they own us,”. Y/n accidentally hit the sore spot on the bruise, Dally flinched and pushed her hand off of his face. “I’m fine Ma, don’t worry about me,”. Y/n sighed, “Just try to be more careful, okay? You just got out from the cooler,”.  “Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine,” Dally said, moving his eyes back to the TV.

-

Darry brought his hand up to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead. He sat on top of a roof he was reshingling, the sun had been beating down on him relentlessly for the last four hours he had been working. 

Hands calloused, sweat soaking his shirt to his torso and chest leaving little to the imagination. Darry was proud of his build he had accomplished from years of hard work. He knew the effect he had on women, he noticed the looks they sent him, no matter how subtle they try to be. Nothing compares to when Y/n’s eyes are on him though, sometimes he stretches a certain way while he knows she’s looking at him. Through all the work the two of them have, and looking after the gang, he hasn’t found the time to tell her how he feels.

“Almost done,” He said to himself, breaking out of his thoughts.

-

Y/n swung the Curtis’s door open and let herself in. She swung by the grocery store to grab some veggies since lord knows that there isn’t any in the fridge here. Checking the clock in the kitchen she noted she had a few hours till Soda got home. He was always the one home first, but with him would be Steve and most likely a few others. 

Scouring through the cupboards, she grabbed a cutting board, a pot, and a knife and got to work cutting. The chopped veggies were tossed into the pot where they gonna get cooked down. Y/n stepped out of the kitchen to toss on a record and tie up her hair. Flipping through their collection she decided on a Beatles album she’d been able to sneak in. Yeah yeah, the boys thought the Beatles weren’t tuff enough, Y/n adored them. Especially that George. 

Swaying to the music, she went back to her cooking. Y/n heard the door open and close. “I’m home,”, “Hi Darrel,” She responded, opening up the spice cabinet and searching for the bay leaves. Her eyes scanned the bottles until she found what she needed. Only thing is that it’s on the top shelf. ‘No problem’ Y/n thought as she reached as high as she would to try and reach it. 

“Here Ma, I got it,” Darry said, reaching over her. Y/n could feel the heat from his day radiating from him as his body leaned against her, his large chest pushing against her back. 

“Bay Leaves?” he asked. “Y-yeah Darry,” she said, face starting to flush. 

“Here you are,” Darry said, his body pulling away from hers, placing the bottle in her palm. “Thanks Darrel,” Y/n says smiling up at him, face still pink. Darry smiles back at her, admiring her lovely smile. “No problem, Y/n,” he says, turning back to change out of his work clothes. 

Y/n leans against the counter and inhales a deep breath, processing what just transpired. My, did Darry have a toned body. Y/n shook her head and stared into the pot, watching the veggies bubble as the butter sizzles beneath them. 

Realizing the the rest of the gang is coming back soon, she grabs a pan from under the stove and starts on the chicken, rubbing in the appropriate spices and laying them into the now heated pan. 

-

Darry walks down the hall and back to the kitchen after changing into more comfy clothes. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms, admiring the beauty in front of him. He watches her focused eyes as she flips the chicken breast over and stirs whatevers in the pot. “Whatcha cookin’ Ma?” Darry asks, moving to lean against the counter next to her. “Chicken soup,” she responds, briefly looking up at him, then back down to the food. “How was your day Dar?” Y/n asks. Darry looks up, thinking of how to respond. 

“Hot.” he says, staring at his burnt arms that are still hot from the sun. Y/n chuckles a bit, “I bet. I wasn’t even moving around that much and I was working up a sweat,” she jokes, leaning on the counter next to him. “How about you Ma?” Darry asks, “How was your day?”. 

“It was okay, I didn’t do anything special,” Y/n says, sighing. The two fell into a comfortable silence. The only sounds in the room being the sizzling of food and the chirps of birds outside. 

-

“Ma! Whatcha cooking? It smells amazing,” Soda yells, opening the door. “Chicken soup!” Y/n yells back, stirring the pot. She heard a few sets of feet following Soda’s. “Hey can one of ya’ll flip the record?” Y/n called out. 

Johnnie walked over to the record player and stared at the record. Steve looked over his shoulders to check the album. “Ah, Ma! What’s this trash?” Steve yelled out grabbing the record sleeve. “The Beatles?!” Soda groaned. 

Y/n chuckled as she turned around to face the gang, “Yeah I love them,” she shrugged, still smiling at them. “We gotta get this trash outta here,” Two-Bit said, grabbing the album.

“Alright boys lets calm down,” Darry calls out, swiping the record from Two-Bit. “If Ma likes the Beatles, she’s allowed to listen to ‘em,”.

The boys groaned, walking over to the sitting area and plopping down. “When’s dinner done?” Soda asked, lighting a weed. Y/n took a look at the pot, “Mmmm, almost done. But no eating till Pony gets home,” she said firmly. Another round of groans hit her ears.

-

“I’m home!” Pony yelled at he slipped his shoes off and set his bag down. “Finally!” he heard Steve yell, then a large hoard running to the kitchen. “Okay, okay. One at a time boys,” Y/n said, handing each boy a bowl. 

“Ma what’d you make? It smells great,” Pony comments walking over to the rest of the gang. “Chicken soup! Your favorite,” Y/n winked, handing him a bowl. 

Various ‘thank you’s’ filled the room as the boys walked back to the living room. “How was your day Pony?” Y/n asked, filling up a bowl for Darry. “It was ok. Math’s gettin’ tougher, but it’s not too bad yet.” Pony said. Y/n nodded, “Well you’re a very smart boy, I know you’ll be able to get through it,” Y/n said, patting his shoulder. Pony shyly smiled at her, “The soup’s real good Ma,” he said. “Thank you Ponyboy,” Y/n smiled, handing the bowl to Darry. 

-

After all the boys finished up, Y/n flipped on another Beatles record, ignoring the groans of protest from the gang. ‘Twist and Shout’ came on and she excitedly turned around, eyeing Soda. “Soda, do you know how to dance?” she asked, smiling widely. “No, but you can definitely teach me,” he said, jumping up. Y/n laughed as she grabbed his hands. Soda twirled her around as the boys whooped and hollered. The two of them danced around hand in hand, unable to stop laughing. 

Y/n looked around and made eye contact with Ponyboy. “I think Ponyboy wants a turn,” Y/n said as she pulled away from Soda. Soda laughed and sat back down next to Steve. “C’mon Pony,” Y/n smiled, grabbing his hands. Pony groaned, but let out a shy smile. “We can square dance,” Y/n smiled. “C’mon Ma,” Pony sighed, reluctantly putting his hands on her waist. 

‘And I Love Her’ came on, and the two swayed back and forth. “Come on Pony, twirl the lady!” Two-Bit called out, the boys laughing at the two of them. Pony stiffly lifted his arm and twirled Y/n around. Y/n laughed loudly as Darry pulled her away.

“Alright alright, calm down everybody,” he said. Darry looked at Pony, “Don’t you have homework to do?” he asked sternly. Pony looked down, “Yeah,”. “Then get to it kid,” Darry said, watching him grab his bag then head to his and Soda’s room. 

Y/n slapped Darry’s chest lightly. “Let the boy have some fun Dar,” she said, “He’s a good boy, he deserves to take a break every once and awhile,”. Y/n shook her head and pulled away from him.

“Ooooooo,” the boys whooped, laughing at him. “Shut up,” Darry mumbled. Walking over to Y/n.

A/n

Ok, I know. It's been a while. But I hope you enjoy the second chapter! I'm getting back into the Outsiders so I'll hopefully be writing more consistently :).

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Barbie + Blonde Male Fragility Reviews (insp):

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what do you think was the best COLLECTIVE look for the Beatles? at what point did they ALL look their best?

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My favourite feminist

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When you've already read all the good fanfics

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we really didn't get violent enough about roe v wade being overturned. but and also - you're one person. you donated money. you went to the protest. you did what you could, which felt like doing basically nothing.

recently some big paper published an op ed (why did you even read it? you knew you'd get upset) about how it's gross that men can't find a partner because women don't want to suffer bad dates - they'd rather go to yoga class. you actually laughed - well, yeah! and it was funny until it wasn't, because something about it made your stomach churn. this is the thing, you want to say, but you don't have the words for what the thing is. just that men being bad at dating is your fault.

the thing is also on instagram. you don't know if it's a setting or algorithm thing, but these days, the most hurtful comments always seem to skim the top. simple reaction is don't read the comments but - you're human, so you're curious. you want to respond to every weird, sanctimonious one with replaying something a million times to find evidence they're lying about their gender is literally sexual harassment you shouldn't be proud of this or maybe get a fucking life you absolute dickhead but you've gotten into enough of these battles as a kid. nothing ever resolves. it just makes you upset.

your father was radicalized. the thing is - you go to therapy about it and yet never find the words for exactly the way that one hurts.

the other day your sister predicted that a commercial that aired during the superbowl was going to cause trouble. you wanted her to be wrong about that. this morning, while scrolling, you saw someone post exactly that - he got so angry i had to leave. it was terrifying. it reminds you, however bleakly: there are entire swathes of people who do not worry about domestic violence. who have no idea why you would put keys into your fist. who do not understand "it's better to be rude than dead." who have never googled am i being gaslit.

the other day you found out there's a bill that would make it so if you have a uterus and are braindead, you could fulfil your cattle purpose and carry a fetus to term. you think about the fact that the leading cause of death for pregnant people is murder. you think about ongoing and informed consent. you think about how, out of fear, if your ex boyfriend had pressured you, you absolutely would have said yes to it. in the comments, you write there is no way that these documents wouldn't be immediately forged. this is going to be misused. and then just delete it, sighing. get up and go to work.

the other day they overturned roe v wade. we weren't nearly violent enough about it. somewhere, a clock is ticking. it's been ticking a long time. you want to say it's time, but it's been time for a while, hasn't it.

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bro ok, idk how many people this’ll reach. But can people please stop simping over the grabber? Like tf??

He’s literally a PEDOPHILE WHO KILLS AND MOLESTS YOUNG BOYS!

Like can y’all get a fucking grip? Seriously

Like i get simping over ethan hawke, he’s hot, but you can make thirst posts about him as a person, OR LITERALLY ANY OTHER ROLE HE PLAYS

It’s literally disgusting as a minor to be seeing people make thirst posts and shit over a literal Pedo.

Like be fucking fr

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Shoutout to misfit teens, gotta be one of my favorite genders

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ranting ab the black phone fandom bc this is bullshit (tw: mentions of pedophilia, rape)

yall r fr telling me people are actually sexualizing the black phone characters/actors????? dont get me wrong mason, brady, miguel and every other person in the cast is undeniably attractive, and its okay to have a celebrity crush, but thats crossing a line yall. miguel is 15, mason is also 15, brady is only 16, (he's not 18, he only put that in the tt he posted so it wouldnt get taken down.) and yall are sexualizing them? what the fuck. these are minors. they are underage and yall r having sexual thoughts ab children????? even if you are a minor yourself, it doesnt excuse you. thats gross, and like i said, celeb crushes are normal as long as you dont cross any lines, and thats one of them. and apparently, people simp over the grabber too??? yes ethan hawke is hot, and the character is played amazingly, but its been implied and confirmed that the grabber molested the boys he kidnapped. hes a pedophile, a kidnapper, a rapist and a serial killer and ya'll r simping for that? no way. this man, grown ass man, kidnapped 14-13 year old boys to take advantage of them, and the whole "naughty boy" thing is meant to be sexual. its meant to drive the grabbers desires, and you, are disgusting if you have feelings for that. im so pissed off because i thought it was common sense not to do this but apparently its not to some people. i love this small group of people in this community because i love this book/movie but this is utter bullshit

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i saw a meme that said they should date.. i agree

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Trinket Dishes // Girlscape on Etsy

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something so sweet and heartwarming about 80s the new yorker cover art

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i need this ♡︎

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The Life of Fairies

paintings by Hans Zatzka (Austrian, 1859-1945)