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DANGGGGGG HE IS MY ROMAN EMIRE

SOMEONE SEDATE ME

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Chapter 2 pt. 2 because it's too long for tumblr to handle 😭😭😭

Their house was quiet. By now my heart had slowed down a bit and my vision was back. “Sit tight, kid,” Darry said. “We’re gonna get you some ice for your face, and then we’ll figure out what to do next.” I nodded, too tired to speak. My mind was racing with questions, with fears. I hadn't thought about what would come next. I had barely had time to process what just happened. Pony sat beside me uncomfortably fidgeting with his hands, "You're lucky, you know," he said quietly. "Most people wouldn't have made it out of there." I gave him a weak smile, I really didn't know if I was lucky. Maybe I was unlucky because I had made it out. Even so there was no going back now. "I'm not sure whats gonna happen," I said softly. "I'm not even sure what to do." There was a pause, as if the gears were shifting in his head trying to create a response. "Don't worry about that right now," he finally said, steady and reassuring. "You don't have to figure everything out right this second, you've got us now, we'll look after you." I swallowed hard. Look after me? That was Johnny's job. For the first time in a while I felt like I wasn't alone, like I had hope.

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So here's shorter two to the story 😛

Chapter 2: The pain in my face felt like a thousands of needles all at once. My body ached in ways I didn’t know were possible, and every time I tried to take a breath, my ribs wanted to scream. I wanted to curl up and disappear into the ground, but I couldn’t. I was too weak, too tired, too lost. Finally the smell of gasoline and sweat hit me. I wondered if any of them ever take showers. Their whispers all blended into a low hum barely audible to me. My vision was blurry and my heart beat was pounding in my ears but I could still tell they were still standing over me, watching me, thinking of what to do. I heard a big guys boots squeak as he shifted his weight nervously. "Hey kid..." a deep voice began. "She looks--" Before he could finish another voice interrupted. This voice was familiar like I've heard it many times. "Shut up Darry" the voice said, sharp, but with a soft undertone. "You're scaring her more." It was Ponyboy, I didn't know how I knew but I was sure. I couldn't figure out what made me more confused; the fact I knew his name or the fact he was here, he was... concerned. He was right though. I was scared. I was scared out of my mind. I could feel my pulse pounding through my throat, it was so fast I felt like it would try and run away. Despite the terror in my chest, I felt the tears spilling. I didn't even care who saw me cry. My pride was too far gone. By now hot tears were rolling down my face, I was crying in spite of myself. I felt raw, exposed, like everything I tried so hard to keep locked up for so long was let loose, and there was no stopping it. "Shh... it's ok," the voice said again. Ponyboy. I wasn't sure why, but hearing him say that was relieving. Now sure, I didn't believe him but man was it nice to hear. I couldn't see much. My vision was still clouded, but I could make out shapes, their worried expressions. I tried to focus, tried to make sense of what was going on but I just couldn't. It was too much. The throbbing of my head, the aching of my body, the tightness in my chest- it was all too much. "I-I just need to go home," my voice came out weak, barely a whisper, but it felt good to say even if every part of me knew it was a lie. If I went home like this I'd get a worse beating from my parents than the one that put me in this mess. "You can't go home, kid," a deeper voice cut in. "Not like this." I felt a hand on my arm, warm, steady. Darry, maybe? It was hard to tell. The boys were shifting around me now, thinking of what to do. I heard Ponyboy mutter something about getting me to a doctor but it felt distant, as if he was talking in another dimension. "Pony.." I managed to whisper. I felt a shift in weight beside me. Someone moved closer. It was Ponyboy. I could tell by the way he spoke to me. "I'm here, kid. You're gonna be alright, I promise" he said softly. His words seemed sincere, even though I didn't believe him. I'd been promised things many times before, but they never came through. I thought to myself, "a promise is just something you tell someone." But I wanted to believe someone for once. I winced in pain shutting my eyes tight, the pain was too much to handle. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted, arms supporting me on either side. I couldn't tell who was carrying me but the comfort of being held, not being alone, allowed me to relax a little. I could hear soft murmurs from the others as they began to move. "Where are we taking her?" a voice asked, I recognized this as Two-Bit's. "She can't go home yet, Two-Bit," Darry replied. "I'm gonna take her to my place to get her cleaned up and figure out what the hell happened. Now you boys scram so I can leave." "I'll go with you," Ponyboy said. " I know what she's been through. I-I--" " You sure about this, Pony" Darry interrupted in a stern, low voice. Ponyboy didn't hesitate, "Yea, I'm sure." The rest of the way he carried me was a blur. I felt Pony's eyes on me the whole time, as if he was examining me, taking notes. When we finally got to Darry's house, he carried me inside then carefully placed me on the couch.

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So a little background for this "story" if i can even call it that, me and my friend had this idea to write this together (i'll tag her accounts below) so i ended up writing chapter 1 and 2 so here is chapter one because both are too long to post together😛

Chapter 1: Johnnys always had been there for me. He saved my life more times than I could count. But who had been saving him? I had remembered johnny running around with these boys... they called themselves "greasers"? At least that's what I think. He always pressured me to stay out of trouble and what not even though he ended up killing a kid, what a hypocrite am I right. Who was I kidding I miss him. On one extra bad day I needed a break from my own home so i decided to walk to the Nightly Double drive in. While the movie was nothing special i did meet another girl around my age. I didn't catch her real name but she said she goes by Little Bit. She didn't talk much, shes seen too much happen to people who run their mouths. And just like that the movie was over, i didn't catch the end because of Tim Shepard having an all out brawl with this other boy, I think his name was Paul. I caught him staring at me puzzled for a while, but only if i knew what that meant then. On my way home I stopped in the empty lot where my brother used to hang out. I walked over to a slab of concrete at the back of the lot, it looked like there was some sort of red stain on it. Then I hear a car pull up. Red, 1967 mustang i believe. Four guys jumped out, one of them seemed to have rings like my brother told me after he got jumped. I finally realized whats going on but it was too late to run, they had already surrounded me. One of the boys grabbed a hold of me and whispered "you're the sister of that rotten greaser who killed our friend." He went on and on cursing me out until he continued with " you know what we do to hood's sisters who kill our friend, we give em the same treatment Bob got." I had so many thoughts racing through my head, i don't remember which one but one pulled out a 6 inch switchblade like the one my brother had killed a boy with. At this point they had me on the ground holding a rag in my mouth. I was scared to death they could kill me any second. They started talking about how I was a no good hood or something like that but i didn't care, all i could think was I might end up with Johnny. The bigger of the four held me down while the others just went to town slugging me left and right. I tried to get up but he was at least twice my weight. I saw one of them place the blade right on my neck and I thought "surely i'm dead." They got some pretty good hits then stopped. "So greaser what'll it be, we kill you like he killed Bob" I had no reason to live in Tulsa anyways, after Johnny died sadness and pain was all that I knew. I wished they would have just killed me already I was in so much pain mentally and physically. Just then they all scattered like little mice. I tried to see what was happening but my eyes were too swollen to even open. I heard someone yell "jesus christ look at the kid." I recognized the voice from the many times johnny would come home with someone. I felt like i was about to cry I could tell they noticed. They all were awkwardly standing around me for a long few seconds before any of them spoke. The biggest one spoke first. "Are you alright kid" i tried to respond but i could even speak. All i could do was lay there helpless, i was scared to death man. I mean what else do you expect after getting the life beat out of you.

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• Johnny is terrified of mirrors. After all the abuse from his parents, Johnny’s self-esteem took a huge hit. He stopped looking at himself years ago, convinced that if he could avoid seeing his reflection, maybe he could escape who he thought he had become. No one knows this except Ponyboy, who found out when he accidentally walked in on Johnny in the bathroom one day.

• Soda has an obsessive fear of being forgotten. After losing their parents, he developed a subconscious fear that he’d fade into the background, like no one would remember him. That’s why he’s always trying to keep things light, funny, and entertaining—he needs to be noticed and loved because, deep down, he’s terrified that if he stops being the "fun" one, people won’t care about him.

• Dally was in love once, for real. It was a girl he met in New York before he came to Tulsa, someone who made him feel like maybe he didn’t have to be the tough guy all the time. He doesn’t talk about her, not even to Johnny, but her name shows up on his tattoos—a faded, barely recognizable name on his arm that he never lets anyone see.

Adding on to that last one, Dally’s first love was a sweet new york girl, and she was the reason he became so bitter. She was the only girl who ever tried to get close to him, but she left him for someone else. It was the first time Dally let himself be vulnerable, and it completely shattered him. He’s been pushing everyone away since then because he’s convinced that love is just a trap.

• Steve is the only one in the gang who actually knows how to read and write cursive. His dad taught him when he was younger, before everything went to hell. Steve’s handwriting is elegant, almost beautiful, and sometimes he’ll secretly write letters to himself that he keeps hidden away. Nobody knows about them.

• Darry has a scar on his back from a car accident when he was 17. He doesn’t tell anyone because it reminds him of how out of control everything got, and how it was the night he knew life would never be the same.

lmk your thoughts!

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take your meds lillian :)

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Please shower and take meds - Love Lillian ❤️

i’m not a reminder???

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"Ok, I said nonchalantly"

I just wanna bring it to your attention that this is a quote from the Outsiders book... ok thank you for coming to my ted talk

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ME I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE I WANT ONE!!

sometimes i wonder how a writer would describe me if i were a character in a book

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NOOOOOOOOOO MY BABY also unrelated but hes so underrated like hes lowkey such a good character

SO WAS NO ONE GONNA MENTION THAT TWO-BIT GETS JUMPED??

BECAUSE I JUST SAW THE OUTSIDERS FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY

AND HIS SCREAM WAS PAINFUL

MY BABY DOESNT DESERVE THIS 💔💔💔

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ok so i have some thoughts abt the outsiders :

so we know pony likes to draw dally when hes mad so clearly pony has a secret artistic side to him but after johnny dies he starts hundreds of paintings and just cant get it right so hes left with hundreds of paintings no one but him understands

cherry and johnny have been secretly besties since like 1st grade but they lost touch in middle school when everyone started either becoming a soc or a grease

after robbing the store dally didnt run into the streets to die he ran to finally feel something again he was dead inside he just wanted his emotions back that were long gone

i swear theres something up with soda hes gotta be on something pls tell me im not crazy

i mean obviously humor is two-bits coping mechanism he uses it almost like a mask in a way hiding the scarred boy inside of him

dally wrote a secret will : hear me out here, before he died he wrote a will and hid it inside of the church though it wasnt much he left all his belongings and debt and stuff whatever he had to johnnys family because dallys deepest regret is never being able to give johnny a life free from harm and fear so he wanted johnnys parents to know they suck and he wanted johnny to be remembered as a hero

pony starts having nightmares about the futures of everyone in the gang and everytime he wakes up hes unsure if it was a nightmare or a vision of his reality

i know everyone says this but i bet if they had phones darry would have life360 on everyone in the gang and he would hunt them down wherever they are if they turned it off

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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no wait your so right he prolly changed his name when he moved to tulsa

the fact that ponyboy mentioned that dallas’ favorite cigarette was a winston leads me to believe that dallas original name is, in fact, not dallas winston.

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more outsiders hcs !! <3

(tw for ed mention, nothing detailed js a mention)

johnny will bring the most random objects into the curtis house and none of them know how when or where he got them. he’ll walk in carrying a tutu, pom-poms, he’s walked in carrying cherry’s cheer bag before and just. not acknowledged it. continued walking to pony’s room like it’s no big deal. he always does this when ponyboy’s not home too

johnny and cherry are secretly bffs and have been since middle school . cherry is also johnny’s sugar mommy against his will he’ll be like “oh dw i can pay for my own things i have enough money!!” when he literally has enough money and she’s just like “no! no im paying! im paying idc what you say!” and forcefully pay. they hang out at cherry’s house

darry can literally pop like every bone in his body. and it’s LOUD, like you can hear it the next room over. it scares all of them sometimes

on the other hand, two-bit can’t pop any bone in his body. not a single bone. no matter what happens, that boy’s bones just will not pop, darry is STUNNED by this

johnny drops the most random lore like it’s nothing on a tuesday night. he says shit like “did i ever tell yall about the time i almost got killed by an axe murderer??” and they’re all like “NO YOU DIDNT??? UR NEVER SLEEPING IN THE LOT AGAIN??” and johnny’s response is literally “no it was when i was home alone a couple years ago! its ok i made it somewhere safe, i have this giant scar tho” and pulls up his shirt to show like an eight-inch long really deep scar on his hip/sidew

when soda goes out late at night johnny will sleep with ponyboy and that boy literally sinks into the bed. him and pony will also cuddle so sodapop will come into the room at like 4 am to see them with their cheeks smushed together and literally so closr like they’re trying to become one being

dallas has never broken a bone. like, ever. no one knows how. even dally himself questions it, he’s been stabbed but never broken a bone. it’s literally insane to everyone in the gang

johnny would pick up the most random hobbies if he had the money. he has a little notebook paper that’s a list of things he wants to do when he moves out, like fly-tying, leather work (like making things with leather not freaky things), forging, knitting, literally the most random things ever.

dally, steve, and ponyboy all can’t swim. dally refuses to ever get in the water or get wet, steve just doesn’t want to, and ponyboy can’t figure out how, he tries he just can’t. darry doesn’t know how they’ve made it this far in life without swimming

two-bit is insecure of his body fat, but doesn’t know how to lose the weight. post-book he def developed bulimia

johnny has this little tan teddy bear from his parents that he named “junie” when he was four. he still has it, he takes it everywhere that’s not public (like sleepovers nd around the house he’s staying at) bc it reminds him of when his parents loved him. it’s real beat up, and it has a button eye and a regular eye. it’s his favorite thing he owns

johnny’s room was pretty cool when he was like 13, it had nice furniture and cool posters, the only issue is his parents. he loved it so much tho, sometimes he literally went over while his parents were home to look at it. his mom got mad at him and trashed it one day though, nd he never put the posters back together or fixed the furniture

rip curtis gang yall would’ve hated when darry installed life360 on yalls phones 🙏🙏

dally highkey fw like two songs by the beetles, he’ll never tell tho

steve loves hearing people sing live, all the curtis bros + johnny have half-decent singing voices and he loves listening to them sing, especially when they harmonize??? his ass js saw angels

post-book pony developed his own friend group, like no matter if johnny and dally lived or died he developed his own social life outside of the gang

anyways guys!! sorry its alot i literally convinced myself it wasnt (it was)

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Darry: “Pony got bullied at school today.”

Gang: “-beat the tar outta them!” “-I’ll start the car-“ “-they’ll be sorry-“

Darry: “no no, best thing you can do with bullies is ignore them.”

Gang (various reactions): “????” “😤” “🙄”

Darry: “then you sneak into their house at 4 am. Which statistically speaking is the hour people are least prepared to defend themselves.” (Dally: “correct.”) “Once you’re standing over them, as they sleep in their bed…….you start to beat them. With a thick, heavy, rope…..soaked in red paint. Pummeling them. Over. And over. Until they wake, confusing the paint for their own blood. When they beg you to stop, you laugh. As loud as you can. For as long as you can. And then………………you start to beat them again.”

Gang: “…………………..”

Darry: “welp, guess I better call Pony’s teacher and get all the details. Yes hello, may I please speak to Mrs Miller? Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is Darrel Curtis, and I’m the concerned guardian of one of the students in your honors class……….”

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lets talk about it

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accurate 🎀

how the gang probably insults people

darry: most creative, heartbreakingly effective insults known to man. can and will cuss you out.

soda: same as darry but he never cusses.

pony: will use the longest, most 18th century ah words.

two bit: will smile, drop the most offensive insult about your mom and/or dad, then walk away

steve: same as two bit except he doesnt walk away, just stands there grinning dally: physical violence. johnny: just stares at you until you get uncomfortable and leave.

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okay but what if steve was a junior?

he carries his father’s full name. he cringes every time he hears someone call him steven, or his full name. he’s not steven, he’s steve. he doesn’t want to be associated with his dad whatsoever. every time he has to look at or write his full legal name he’s filled with a genuine rage that’s impossible to keep down. he may be named after his father, but he’s not his father, and he’s gonna make sure the world knows it.