#mr. and mrs. curtis

[only-lonely-star]

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis HCs

This is mix of them as a couple & parenting the boys !

Warnings: BRIEF mention of abusive parents. Aside from that, this is so like… heartwarming?? Writing these headcanons got me feeling all warm n fuzzy n shit 🥀🥀

Author’s Note: This is actually a pretty long post now that I’ve proofread it 😭

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I think I’ve posted something about this before, but I HC Mr. and Mrs. Curtis to have been a rather young couple. I’m talking like- early twenties (20-23) when Mrs. Curtis found out she was pregnant with Darry.

GOSH. They were so in love with one another it’s so stinkin cute. I’m getting high school sweethearts in a small hometown vibe.

When they first started dating things just came so naturally to them. There was no awkward stage or anything like that. They were both smitten at first glance.

I like to think Darrel was a quiet baby. He didn’t give his parents headaches or keep them up at night like they expected him to. Because of him being so quiet and ‘well behaved’, I think that sort of led to Mrs. Curtis being more open to the idea of another pregnancy.

Mr. Curtis grew up as a BIGGG family guy. He always wanted a little tribe of kids one day because he had been surrounded by children all his life. Mrs. Curtis on the other hand, she grew up in a tight-knit family of four. While they were happy together, she wasn’t used to the whole idea of grandparents and cousins and whatnot. Having kids wasn’t necessarily a life long goal for her, so she was only set on having one.

Mr. Curtis had to persuade Mrs. Curtis for months before she even thought about having Soda. He’d hold baby Darrel up to her and say something corny like “Look at him. He wants a sibling. Just look at those eyes-!”

After a lot of convincing and lots of thought put into the idea, she agreed for baby number two. Soda would grow up to be a momma’s boy, and she absolutely ADORED that about him. Darry was always a bit more attached to Mr. Curtis. Since he was about 5 years old all the way up until Mr. Curtis’s passing, they had been super close. When Soda was brought into the picture, he was more drawn to Mrs. Curtis and completely stole her heart.

Soda was definitely not as quiet as Darry had been throughout infancy. He would cry. And cry. And cry. Nonstop.

When Ponyboy came along, he was more quiet than anything. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis really took their time when parenting Ponyboy because they knew they were stopping at baby number three. Darry and Soda had grown up so fast; they wanted to really cherish Pony’s childhood while it lasted.

All first names were up to Mr. Curtis, and all middle names were up to Mrs. Curtis!!

Mr. Curtis was always given nicknames by his father as a kid. I’m talking like the most RANDOM nicknames. Mr. Curtis felt inspired by his own father’s creativeness to the point where he sort of learned from it. That’s how he became fond of the whole ‘Sodapop’ and ‘Ponyboy’ name choices.

Mrs. Curtis tried reasoning with him that HER name choices should be their first, and Mr. Curtis’s should be middle names. But Mr. Curtis disagreed, claiming “Patrick Sodapop Curtis” and “Michael Ponyboy Curtis” didn’t sound right. (HELP LMFAO)

When it comes to parenting, I feel like Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were very on board with their technique. Like there was no spanking or shit like that, they’d never dream of doing that to their kids. They would resort to saying no to fun things like going to the playground or ‘time out’ (which translates to alone time until they felt better) as punishment.

As the boys grew older and the Curtis gang formed itself, THAT’S when the house became the hangout spot. Keep in mind, this would be a few years pre-book timeline where Ponyboy wasn’t even a pre-teen, and Darry was still in high school. Of course Steve had been friends with Soda since they were little, and I’d like to say the same with Pony and Johnny - BUTTTT the others didn’t really come along until a few years before book timeline.

The Curtis house became the hangout spot because Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were the ideal family in everyone’s eyes. Besides Darry, Soda, and Pony, the other boys didn’t come from the best homes. They felt safe at the Curtis residence, therefore making it THE spot to go to.

It’s canon that Mrs. Curtis kept Dally out of trouble, but I think she did that with everyone. It was like her ‘maternal instincts’ or wtv you wanna call it that caused her to desire to protect the other boys. If they were a friend of HER children, they were under her care as well.

The Curtis family was never rich but they were RICH if you catch my drift.

Darry had set the stand the standards when it came to academics. He always kept good grades and made his parents proud. Soda is smart, but he had so much trouble focusing in school that he didn’t have as good as grades as his older brother. Ponyboy was the academic weapon of the family and moved up a grade because of it. Even though they were all at different levels of achievement when it came to grades, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis would reward them all equally. Darrel brought home a B? He’s going to get ice cream. Soda brought home a C? He’s going to get ice cream. Pony brought home an A? He’s going to get ice cream.

When Darry and Soda were in elementary school, and Pony was still too young to attend, he’d sit on Mrs. Curtis’s lap while she would knit. Mrs. Curtis would babble about things no four year old would remember, but it actually helped his vocabulary a lot in the long run.

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were so in love with each other that their children automatically assumed that’s how all families operated. It was eye-opening when they started school and heard stories from their friends of abusive parents.

Since the day Mr. Curtis heard he was having a baby boy, he began to hope that he would become his little ‘sports buddy’. As Soda and Ponyboy came along, he tried his hardest to get them to enjoy sports as much as he did, but Darry was the only one who stuck with it. He was damn good at it too because of his height, hence why he joined the football team in high school.

Since I think Ponyboy and Johnny had been friends for a while, I like to think that Mrs. Curtis also took a special liking to him. She was well aware of his family problems and sort of took him under her wing. I can imagine her trying to feed the poor boy and try to offer him some hand-me-downs from Darry. She was literally the kindest woman Johnny has ever met.

Dinner was always very serious at the Curtis residence. If someone was coming over for dinner, Mrs. Curtis would have a feast prepared and make sure that person was left satisfied.

Because Mr. Curtis was so romantic with Mrs. Curtis all the time, Sodapop seemed experienced when he first started dating Sandy because his father rubbed off on him so much.

This is becoming way too long so I’m going to end it here, but I can always make a part two. Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far 😭🤍

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Mr Curtis used to call Dally by different Texas city names. Austin. Houston. Everything except Dallas. El Paso, San Antonio, and Galveston were the most ridiculous, but Dally’s least favorite by far was Irving.

[dallasgallant]

I’m ill

We should talk about him and Karen more, they really were something.

[stewdoesthings]

I KNOW PONY SAID "OUR FATHER WAS AN ORIGINAL GUY" BUT REALLY?? SODA AND PONYBOY. NO ONE NAMES THEIR KIDS LIKE THAT (NO ONE SHOULD)

YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE NAMES SOUND LIKE? THE KIND OF NAMES A 3 YEAR OLD WOULD CHOSE.

NOW IMAGINE, 3 YEAR OLD DARREL, HOLDING HIS FATHER'S HAND AS THEY WALK INSIDE OF THE HOSPITAL ROOM. HIS FATHER HOLDS HIM UP SO HE CAN SEE HIS MOTHER IN THE BED. HE HAD BEEN EXPECTING THE BABY FOR SO LONG NOW. AND HE SEES HIM, HIS LITTLE BROTHER, ALL RED AND SMALL IN HIS MOTHER'S ARMS. HIS FATHER ASKS HIM: "THIS IS YOUR LITTLE BROTHER, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO NAME HIM?"

AND HE SAYS SODA. AND WHEN IT'S PONY'S BIRTH, IT'S SODA'S TURN TO CHOSE AND THAT KID IS SO HORSE OBSESSED HE COMES UP WITH PONYBOY.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

some weird punk from ny

How I think Steve and Dally became sworn enemies (and then later friends, bc Dally met Tim Shepard and hated him twice as much as he disliked Steve)

ref pic under the cut lol

[laertive]

Big bills hells home of challenge pissing

please continue to leave notes and comments in the reblogs or replies they really make my day!!

Anyhow there’s more. Again.

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

If your ever having a bad day just remember your not Darrel Curtis having to read his younger brothers theme where he’s called heartless and a bitch a hundred times per page while his other brother is being called hot and perfect every time he’s mentioned

[tex-aintdeadyet]

See I feel like we talk about Mrs Curtis a lot in this fandom (atleast comparatively to when we DO talk about the Curtis parents.. we don't do that a lot but I'm saying when we do talk about them it's mostly about Mrs Curtis) but we don't talk about Mr Curtis and i think it's so under explored.

Mrs curtis wasn't the only one who opened her house, Mr Curtis did too. He's the one who made sure the porch light stayed on when he got home from another late shift. He taught most the kids how to drive and basic car maintenance and he wanted to teach Pony when he got older. He showed Darry how to shave and couldn't wait for the day Sodapop or even Ponyboy would eventually ask him to show them how to shave. He gave johnny space cause he knew enough about the kid who'd been staying over for dinner since he was 10 to know he didn't trust a big imposing man like himself and made a conscious effort to not be as intimidating, and he was a safe person for Johnny to ask about guy things. He sat down with Steve and helped him with his woodworking projects when he was struggling, he made sure he was always fed because he knew more times than not the only thing in his fridge was his dad's beer. He'd take Two-bit and his sister out to lunch after their dad ran off so he could take some of the stress off their mom's plate. Two-bit would call him things like dad and pops to be funny but deep down they both knew he was the closest thing to a father he had. He was the one who picked Dally up from the cops on his way back from work, he was the one who was almost on the fence about letting Dallas stick around cause he was sure the boy was nothing but trouble but came to realize Dally was just a kid as-well. He was as gentle as he was even when he was playing because he always wanted to be a safe person for any of the boys to go to, even if sometimes it was someone like Tim Shepard or Sylvia who he didn't know nearly as well crashing for the night or using his bathroom.

(Dedicated in part to @atwtmvtvftvsagvralps11 for suggesting I talk about this)

[badmilkk]

Silly aa doodles I made in class to de-stress. The idea that the boys bullied Pony and taught him how to swear is 100% canon and absolutely mandatory.

This friday I have the damn project presentation and I wanna throw myself out the window aaah!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

dallas winston n this shirt. like. do we see the vision.

[luckyshinyhunter]

Rick and Morty Season 8 Wishlist

A flashback episode about The Flesh Curtains.

More of Rick and Jerry having adventures

A Citadel episode.

Morty finally crashing out.

A another Summer-centric episode.

An explanation to what happened to Squanchy.

More Presidick or Birdrick moments or a episode about them.

More of Rick bonding or protesting his grandkids.

The family having more therapy sessions with Dr. Wong.

More of Summer and Morty being Badass.

A possible return of Evil Morty.

The president meeting Birdperson.

More Space Beth.

The show making fun of the dude bros and the Roliand apologists/stans.

Churry's return

More Mr. Nimbus.

A Rick and Jessica teamup.

Birddaughter meeting Morty and Summer.

[far-away-from-tulsa]

Sat in a stiff chair in the school office with bruised knuckles and dried blood under his nose, Darry Curtis knows he fucked up real bad.

It ain’t really even his fault, ‘cause he didn’t want to find his little brother gettin’ pushed around by his teammates—Darry’s friends, for God’s sake. He didn’t want to punch Paul when Paul grabbed Sodapop’s jacket and tugged, rippin’ the fabric and tearin’ a line straight down the seam of Soda’s favorite thing.

Darry just saw Soda’s eyes well with tears. And it was instinct to punch punch punch.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the office door bangin’ open and he spots his father.

Darrel—not Darry, ‘cause he would never go by Darry, he’s a full name and look me in the eyes when you speak to me, boy kinda guy—Curtis stands in the doorway lookin’ pissed to all hell, and Darry knows he gonna need a Hail Mary to get outta this.

His dad and the principal—no matter how many times the guy has said his name, Darry can’t remember it for shit—exchange some quiet words with grim looks on their faces before Darry’s called back into the principal’s office.

He’s always found it weird that the principal has an office inside the office, but he can tell that’s not his biggest issue right now when his father’s pushin’ his shoulders down and he’s plopped into another stiff chair across from the principal—God, the hell is this guy’s name?—and sent such a stern look that it makes him feel like he ain’t sixteen anymore, but six with mud cakin’ his face and snot runnin’ down his nose.

Principal dude sighs very loudly and very obnoxiously before sitting his chair on the other side, leaning over with his elbows on the desk like he’s tryna be sympathetic, as if Darry ain’t just another greaser wreakin’ havoc in his school.

“Darry, you’re a great kid. Your grades are remarkable, and your football playing is some of the best ever seen at this school. You know right from wrong. So why’d you attack those boys, kid? Most of them are your teammates, your friends.”

He says it all soft and gentle like, tryna get shit outta Darry like he ain’t accusin’ him of attacking people.

Darry didn’t attack nobody; those kids—Paul, God, Paul—fucked ‘round with his brother and found out the hard way.

Darry doesn’t respond. Rule number one of being a greaser: you shut your damn mouth about everythin’ and nothin’. He wipes under his nose, spottin’ more blood, crimson and wet, on his knuckle. It must be runnin’ again.

“Darrel,” his father growls, in a tone that says open your mouth before I open it for you. “Answer the man. Why’d you attack those boys?”

Darry shrugs, head down and blood drippin’ onto the chair. He can’t find it in himself to care much.

The principal sighs. “You have so much potential, Darry. Don’t throw that away in the name of violence.”

That stirs somethin’ inside Darry, somethin’ deep in his gut.

“I didn’t attack no one,” he says quietly, lookin’ up into the principal’s eyes. “They were pickin’ on my brother. Someone needed to do somethin’.”

The guys eyebrows raise, and Darry’s a bit surprised that his dad’s silent. He’ll probably get chewed out in the car.

“Is violence ever the answer?” the principal asks, and Darry can tell he’s fightin’ a smiles when Darry bites his bottom lip and looks away, mumblin’ a no, sir. “Exactly. I expected better from you. I think a five day suspension should be enough time to reflect on your actions and write those boys an apology. When you come back, I won’t be having to call your father here again, will I?”

Another no, sir and a coupla exchanged words later, Darry finds himself in the passenger’s side of his dad’s truck.

His dad’s grippin’ the steerin’ wheel so tight it might just snap under all the pressure as the pull outta the school parkin’ lot.

He’s in some deep shit now.

There’s a tense sorta quiet for three minutes and nineteen seconds—Darry counted—before his father finally says, in a low, whisperin’ voice, “God, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Darry doesn’t have an answer for that, ‘cause he don’t even know himself. He leans against the car window, hearin’ the birds chirpin’ away.

It’s April. Only two more long and dreadful months before Darry can get outta this hell hole, ‘way from the shit-talkin’ Socs that call themselves his friends before goin’ back to whisperin’ when they think he can’t hear ‘em. Away from the place that makes Paul an enemy and not . . . whatever they are.

“Y’know, your mother and I expect ya to be a role model. Your brothers look up’ta ya. You can’t be doin’ shit like this and expectin’ no consequences ‘cause whether ya like it or not, Darrel, this town won’t give ya any breaks.”

Whenever his dad gets madder and madder, his accent comes out stronger and stronger, slippin’ into his normally warm southern tones, like the one Darry would hear whenever they’d go visit his grandparents. Somethin’ like wind chimes and spun sugar. They ain’t wind chimes and spun sugar now.

“They were pushin’ ‘round Soda, what was I ‘posed to do?” Darry’s gettin’ madder too. Everyone always says they’re too alike.

Eyes on the road. His dad hasn’t looked at him once, even though he’s always preachin’ ‘bout the importance of eye contact and what it says ‘bout a person.

“What ya were ‘posed to do was stay outta it, Goddamnit. Soda ain’t need his big brother fightin’ all his battles. Kid needs to toughen up.”

Darry says nothin’. Wipes his bleedin’ nose on his hand. Soda shouldn’t need to toughen up. He’s fulla smiles and bright eyes, bouncin’ ‘round the house and knockin’ into things like a newborn fawn with wobblin’ legs and a nose to the wind.

It ain’t fair how Pony’ll need to toughen up too, washin’ his hands of the stories he makes Darry tell him at bedtime and the flower crowns he makes in the summer, forcin’ Darry to wear one and makin’ him pinky promise to keep it on forever, as if Darry would ever take it off.

It ain’t fair how Darry’s gettin’ suspended and chewed out by his father while his teammates and Paul are bein’ slapped on the back and fist-bumped and told how brave they are for standin’ up to a big bad greaser like him.

Ain’t none of it fair, but life as a greaser rarely is.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Look, Dally knows that Mr and Mrs Curtis always took in strays, no matter how delinquent or plain no good. He oughtta know, he was the most no good delinquent of them all. If the Curtis parents saw him as just a kid in need of some good parenting, there probably wasn’t a kid on earth they wouldn’t see that way.

But this ain’t earth. When he reunites with them in the goddamn afterlife and sees they got not just Johnny with them, but Bob fucking Sheldon, that’s a step too far.

[dallasgallant]

Once again proposing Soda as an absolute menace on family hunting trips with their dad.

Darrel sr. , Darry and the dog out in the brush still as a statue and dead serious.

Sodapop and Ponyboy a few feet behind shaking horribly just like

Soda: “Ay Pony, I’ve been workin’ on my duck call. Wanna hear it?”

Pony: “Really?”

Soda: *cups hands* “cmhere duck.”

[biggietofu]

Before Dally got his nickname, Two-bit would make cowboy noises whenever "Dallas" was said.

Mrs. C: Dallas, please get your muddy doc Martins off my coffee table

Two: DALLAS??? YEEHAW PAR'NER GIDDYUP COWBOY

And he's start galloping and neighing and slinging pony along with him as a Dally Sheild. That's how Dally got his nickname

[laertive]

if you know me irl and you see this no the hell you don’t