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chapter 2 is up !! and the fic is overrr :( i rly hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it!

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Darrel walks into the quiet Curtis home. It was 12am and all Darry wants to do is collapse into bed and sleep for hours and hours, but he couldn’t quite yet. He walks into the kitchen looking at the dishes in the sink. He looks to the living room noticing the dirty coffee table. He sighs to himself as he got to work as quietly as possible to avoid waking his brothers.

Thirty minutes later Darry finally cleans to the point where he’s satisfied. During these moments, he couldn’t help but think amount of times his parents had to do this; how they made it look so easy; how they never would complain; how they were always patient with the boys. What he’d give to understand. What’d he’d give to have a conversation with them. To say goodbye.

He walks down the hall to his brothers’ room quietly cracking the door open. Sodapop has his arm draped around Ponyboy, and they’re both dead asleep. The rise and fall of their chests some how calms Darry. Since their parents death, Darry was always worried. Always. He was terrified one day a police officer would show up on his door step one day, and tell him of a new loss. Just like that fateful night. The night of his 20th birthday.

He shakes away the memory. He shakes the memory of having to identify them. He shakes away the image of his dismembered parents. He shakes away the memory of telling his brothers that their parents were gone. He shakes away the sound of desperation tat came from Pony’s mouth, and Soda’s arms wrapping around himself. He shakes away the memory of the funeral. He shakes away it all.

He walks into his room, throwing off his work clothes and climbing into bed. His back aches and his muscles are sore. It seems like he’s in a constant state of pain all the time. He stares at the ceiling, his mind racing. He forces his eyes closed and sleep eventually consumes him. The only bright side to bee exhausted all the time was how easy it was to fall asleep.

A few moments after drifting off he feels his eyes open, but it wasn’t an awake kind of feeling. His back didn’t hurt and he didn’t want to immediately crawl back into bed. He was also in a different room. It was Pony and Soda’s room. It was his childhood bedroom.

He sits up, standing from the bed as he walks to the door, which was cracked open slightly. The house smells how he remembered it. Before everything happened. The house feels quiet, but not barren. He walks into the living room and he feels his breath hitch, because there, sitting in his father’s chair, was his father.

“Dad?” Darry’s voice sounds small and soft, as if worried that his father would disappear, or run away.

Then, his dad stand up turning to him; taking a step forward. “Junior,” His father smiles. “I’ve missed you, have you been?

Darry takes another tentative step forward “I miss you.”

“I know son.” His father stands in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder “You’re doing so well”

Darry knows it isn’t real, but he wants it to be. It all feels so real “I’m really not. I’m nothing like you and mom. I have no idea what I have no clue how you two did it. I don’t know how to do this right. I feel like I’m failing them — failing you.” Darry has no clue where all this is coming from, or why he’s ranting to something that so clearly doesn’t anywhere but in the confines of his own mind.

“Oh, my son, youve always been too hard on yourself. You’re doing your best. That’s all me and your mother could’ve ever hoped for.” His father moves his hands to hold his face

“It’s not enough. I feel like I have no idea about anything anymore..”

“Do you think your mother and I did? We were just as clueless, but you boys.. It made it worth it.”

Darry is speechless at his fathers words. “Really?”

“Yes, Junior. We are so proud of you all. We’re so proud of you. I am proud of you, son”

Suddenly, Darry jerks awake with tears streaming down his face. “Dad?” Gosh, when was the last time he said that expecting a reply?

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hii! just posted the first chapter of my parry fic! part two coming tmrwww but this was so fun to write i love them

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my testimony of why darry curtis is arguably the most heart breaking character in the outsiders (BEFORE YOU ATTACK ME CHECK THE DISCLAIMER) :

first off, we have to look at the outcomes of all the characters. s.e. hinton has said that ponyboy gets out of tulsa, but other than that we don’t have much information on the other characters. however, we know that two-bit had his mother and sister, and sodapop said that he was at least content with working at a gas station — we don’t get too much information on steve but seeing as he was very good with cars, we can infer he made a career out of that in the future.

darry was on his way to getting out of tulsa prior to the curtis parents death. he had as high of an opportunity to be successful as pony did with his football ability and his ambition. he almost got out and he would’ve if the curtis parents death didn’t happen. darry probably lived his teenage years with more worries than a teenager should have, as most greasers did, and he especially had to do as the eldest son. his feelings and problems most likely felt very big to him, because that’s just how teenagers are at one point or another. he was working on the hope of getting out of tulsa, hanging on to that to keep him going, until that was taken away with the new responsibility that was thrust onto him. he would have killed himself if it weren’t for his brothers, and we hear that in the song “throwing in the towel” when he voices these feelings. he was living for his brothers.

when pony went to college darry was probably around 24/25 years old. it was too late to pursue his football career, and he most likely tried to finish school and just ended up staying at his job or getting a better one. he was living for his brothers, and now that his brothers weren’t relying on him he didn’t know what to do, especially since he couldn’t pursue his dream anymore. he probably lived his years alone, seeing as sodapop most likely would marry a girl and they would move to their own home (i refuse to accept him dying in vietnam bc it makes me sick). (also to clarify — the reason darry doesn’t end up with a girl is bc he was gay in my eyes)

¡DISCLAIMER! i am not saying any other characters story is happy or that they were given a necessarily “good” life, and honestly i could make an argument for any character. this is also only comparing his story to characters that lived aka not comparing his story to dally and johnny whose stories are even more heartbreaking seeing as they never were given the chance to get out or live a better life. at the end of the day, this is my silly little angsty outsiders post and should not be taken to heart. in the great words of cherry valance “things are rough all over”.

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i just looked up what a purple and gold madras shirt is and what do you mean darry was rocking THIS.

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mr. curtis always called soda ‘pepsi-cola’ and darry either ‘junior’ or ‘DJ’. ponyboy always felt left out bc his only nickname was pony or sometimes pones. then one day mr. curtis accidentally called him ponypop (like mixed up ponyboy and sodapop) and pony started BEAMING cuz he was so happy to have a nickname and he thought it was so cool that it was related to his big brother soda.

after that, it became a thing. whenever pony is sulking over something small like losing his place in a book, or darry giving him grief about his shoes being untied again, soda or darry will lean over and say, “c’mon, ponypop.” and just like that, he’ll be grinning again.

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had a longgg week so ofc i had to take it out on darry! dw tho his brothers will always come to comfort him. here’s the link, hope you read and enjoy!

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davis soda is real this is Not a drill!!!!!

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soda has a bad habit of mimicking people’s accents. he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it half the time, just slips into a drawl at the grocery store or picks up a lilt from a new teacher without thinking. whenever steve catches him doing it he reminds him, quietly, to ‘use your voice, soda.’

steve thinks his voice is too soft for a man’s so he spends a lot of time trying to make it lower and tougher. he starts doing it around other people and no one really comments, so he figures it’s working. soda hates it, though. whenever they’re together and steve tries to use his new voice, soda is quick to tell him ‘use your voice, stevie, c’mon.’

it sticks with both of them, in different ways. steve says use your voice like he’s reminding soda that he’s allowed to be himself, that he doesn’t have to shift and shape himself to fit in. and soda says it back like he’s trying to pull steve out of whatever armor he’s wrapped around his words. like they’re both trying to teach each other the same thing without ever saying it out loud: you don’t gotta change to be heard.

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just posted a new fic! soda and darry are such a fun duo to write i loved writing this one. lmk if you like it!!

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I’m a firm believer that Darry owns a leather jacket.

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hiii does anyone have a bootleg of the 5/31 mat?? i was there today and would love to have it, also willing to trade!

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the curtises used to have a treehouse (darry and mr. curtis built it together as a bonding activity when he was like 5) and pony loved it when he grew up. no one could get him down from that tree, not even darry, who was his favorite at the time. he’d spend the entire weekend there, surrounded by books and coloring pages and pieces of blank paper to write on. it was like his own personal sanctuary. he had a sign on the door that said “pony’s house” and he made people ask for permission to enter. he ran that shit like the navy from ages 4 - 10.

once he turned 10, he stopped going there as often — he started smoking and he wasn’t allowed to smoke inside the wooden treehouse, so he couldn’t really stand to be in there for more than an hour. whenever he was in a bad mood, he’d still go there, hoping the familiar creaks of the floor boards would calm him down.

the treehouse stayed in their front yard until their parents died. after they died, pony couldn’t stand the sight of it anymore. it reminded him too much of his pa, who used to climb into the treehouse and hang out with him when pony was having one of his days. so he begged darry to take it down, and made a point of covering his eyes every time he was leaving the house. darry wanted to keep it up, since he always cherished the memories of building it with his dad, but eventually he gave in to pony’s wishes and slowly took it down. pony secretly regretted asking darry to take it down, but it was too late. it would never be the same, even if darry did rebuild it.

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pony goes around the house talking about how much he loves paul and darry almost clubs him upside the head until he realizes he’s talking about paul newman not paul holden

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just posted a new fic for my foster pony au! can you tell i love hurt/comfort??

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sodapop curtis doesn't get angry. well, scratch that.

sodapop curtis doesn't get outwardly angry. there's always something burning underneath — a fire simmering — but he never lets it boil over. he figures there's no point. his brothers already have enough going on in their lives without having to deal with a ticking time bomb. so he keeps bottling it up, faking a smile whenever he has to.

he made the decision a long time ago — probably even before their parents died — that somebody had to be the calm one when everything else was falling apart.

so he holds it in. the sleepless nights, the unspoken worries. the rage that flickers hot in his chest every time darry yells at ponyboy or when steve talks too loud about things he shouldn’t. when pony comes home scraped up and pretending not to limp. when darry’s back hurts after a long shift and he tries to hide it.

sodapop curtis doesn't get angry. not out loud. but he carries it all the same. anger at how unfair everything is. anger at the silence between darry and pony sometimes. anger at the fact that he can’t fix it.

he keeps smiling though. keeps being the glue. if he lets himself be anything else, everything could fall apart.

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🕯️ohhhh ooh Jason, you want to come back to Boston or a surrounding city so bad 🕯️🕯️🕯️ you want to come back to Boston but your to scared… 🕯️🕯️🕯️