#ponyboy curtis drabble

[2knightt]

babes you write ponyboy so accurately… can you plsplsplsplspls write more ponyboy? Ofc no rush I just love your writing! I’ll give u a few like ideas if it helps

meeting ponyboys brothers

spending the night for the first time + like cuddles n what they talk abt

Library datesss

going to a party together and dancing together for the first time

no rush ofc ml take your time and look after yourself xxxx

— IT MUST BE FATE.

…IN WHICH: ponyboy brings you over to the curtis house.

tags/warnings: fluff, gn!reader, established relationship, story-based, possible OOC, way more kissing than i expected, reader AND the gang teasing ponyboy. nothing too insane ngl.

.⊹˖ᯓ author won’t shut up! ★. ݁₊ : thank u my love🤍i love writing for ponyboy! (working on two fics of the gang rn (headcanons & actual blurbs)))

“bringin’ your lil’ fling around, huh? don’t go too crazy tonight, yea?”

“shut up, man. they aren’t a ‘fling’. that’s gross,”

ponyboy groaned, his complaint being muttered under his breath. he put his palm flat against dallas winston’s forehead and shoved him backwards against the couch cushions. dallas chuckled like it was funny.

“lay off the kid, dallas.”

soda lazily defended ponyboy. he leaned onto the back of the sofa, his elbows propping him up until he extended an arm out to ruffle his younger brother’s hair.

“y’know the rules, right? don’t close the door all the way or else darry’ll bust in and humiliate you worse than i could,” soda grinned and ponyboy winced at the thought.

when you had showed up to the curtis house, three knocks had echoed through the living room. ponyboy was quick to usher everyone out of the living room, shouting a quick, “y’all will not ruin this for me!”

he finally opened the door for you, he looked out of breath and his hair was messy. “hey,” he smiled. he tried to seem cool, and failed. he was met with a chuckle and a tight hug with your arms around his neck.

he was suddenly glad that he kicked the gang out. otherwise they would’ve seen his face look beet-red. “hi, pony. ‘s nice to see you.” “you saw me earlier.” “still missed ya, though.”

later that night, he kept his bedroom door just a sliver open. before darry went to bed, he’d see him walking past his room just to peak inside and then walk off like he wasn’t just snooping.

ponyboy paid him little to no mind, though. it was hard to think of anything but the pretty little thing he had in his arms, talking in the softest voice he’d ever heard.

your head rested on top of his shoulder, your legs practically on top of his. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, his head on top of yours. limbs were tangled with each other, and he’d never been closer to a human being before.

ponyboy never wanted to move. he hoped you felt the same way, and didn’t feel his heart racing and how sweaty his hands were. he felt how you felt soft, and well-fitted in hands.

“oh, please. mrs. young is never nice to nobody. you’d be lucky if she gave ya an mean look rather than her usual evil look.” you added onto ponyboy’s complaints of his villainous biology teacher.

“tell me ‘bout it. i’ve never heard her talk to a kid in a voice lower than a yell. i don’t even think she can talk in a normal voice.” he fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as he spoke.

“you don’t have to be so nervous,” you teased lightly. you looked up at him through your eyebrows before adjusting your head to get a better look at him. ponyboy exhaled, and turned his head away from you, feigning annoyance.

“i ain’t nervous.” “yea, and i’m marilyn monroe since we’re both liars.” you snickered as you spoke and pony just let out an airy chuckle. “c’mon, it’s jus’ me. you don’t gotta act like i’m killin’ ya.”

it felt like it, definitely.

you were giving him some sort of heart attack, some sort of mental breakdown. he was definitely gonna die. but, let it be known, ponyboy curtis would die a happy a man.

“oh, yea. that’s real comforting.” “ah, thank you.” you replied in a sarcastic tone that mingled with your voice in a way that seemed almost too natural. that’s what he liked about you—he could talk to you like this, and you didn’t get butt-hurt about it, or escalate it.

ponyboy felt you press your body against his further and he felt his heart stop. good god, you had to know just how much he liked you. he didn’t complain, though.

“you think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” ponyboy muttered, just as sarcastically as you spoke earlier. he turned his head back toward you just to plant a quick kiss against your temple. a giggle left your throat, as a small embarrassed smile spread across your lips.

“a little.” “no, a lot. i know ya like the back of my hand. can’t fool me, no sir.” ponyboy muttered between kisses. you now faced him as kiss after kiss tickled your face. you felt the smile he tried to hide against your cheek, then at the spot right beside your ear, then your chin. it felt like there wasn’t a spot unkissed.

you jokingly asked for him to stop through giggles, and lightly tried to push him away. his arms around your waist made it hard to separate yourself from ponyboy. he pressed one final, and lingering, kiss against your forehead. he emphasized the kiss with a ‘mwah’.

“you’re jus’ as evil as mrs. young, y’know?” you complained with a snicker. in response, ponyboy just rolled his eyes. “yea, right.” you leaned over quickly, planting a fast kiss on the tip of his nose. “so evil, n’ so mean.”

“shut up,” he grumbled. “make me,” you replied. his lips were pressed against yours in the matter of seconds.

[im-normal-about-everything]

"Steve?" Pony's familiar voice called out as the bell above the door of the DX rang.

"Soda's in the back." Steve grumbled as he wiped a rag over the counter. It'd been a pretty slow day, it usually was on Sunday's. Most families were at church or spending time together or something like that. He didn't necessarily mind not having to deal with a lot of customers, but he was getting bored with nothing to do.

That didn't exactly mean he wanted to have to entertain Ponyboy, though.

"I ain't looking for him." Pony said in a small voice. The kid had been pretty quiet since everything with Johnny and Dally, hell all of the gang had. But he'd been getting better and it was nearing a year since their deaths. Did something happen to make him quiet again?

"What's up?" Steve had stopped wiping down the counter, now looking at Pony. The kid's natural hair was peaking out near his roots as his hair grew out. He looked a little nervous and in his head. That wasn't very uncommon though, the kid was always in the clouds

"You have fights with Evie sometimes, right?" Pony rushed the words out and waited like Steve was gonna whack him for the question. (Last year he might've, but Pony's been through enough.)

"Sometimes, yeah. Why do ya wanna know 'bout me and my girl's fights?" He couldn't think of a single reason why Pony was asking him this.

"I mean I would ask Soda, but I don't wanna break up Sandy." Both of them winced at the girl's name. Steve hated how beat up Soda was after Sandy left. Now don't get him wrong Steve wouldn't hit a girl, but the heartbroken look on Soda's face when he got Sandy's letter made him want to beat the tar outta her.

"You got some broad you're fightin' with?" Steve snorted and shook his head in disbelief until he noticed that Pony's face and ears had turned red. "Shit, do you?"

"No, not really." Pony's ears turned even redder, and Steve didn't know if it was because he was lying or 'cause he was embarrassed. Maybe both.

"Whaddya mean?" Steve watched Pony, watched how he took a breath and held it. It was clear he was debating sharing something and Steve wished he would just spit it out

"I ain't got a broad." Pony said finally and Steve was as confused as he had been at the very start of this conversation.

"But you need some kinda relationship advice?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's just, we got in a fight and I dunno what to do or even why he's so mad at me-" Pony cut himself off but it was too late.

"He?" Steve asked quietly, looking directly at Ponyboy. He was glad there was no one in the DX, because if someone overheard this conversation, it could be real bad.

Pony didn't say anything, just nodded slightly with his eyes wide. He was staring at Steve, looking ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

"Alright. What was the fight about?" Steve spoke slowly, changing the subject. As much as he wanted to freak out, he couldn't scare the kid into thinking he was freaking out at him.

'I-what? You don't- you don't care?" Pony was still staring at him, his green eyes boring into his soul in a honestly unsettling way.

"No, but some people do, so keep your voice down. What was the fight about?" Steve was trying to act normal, but was pretty sure he was failing. It wasn't the biggest shock that Pony was a queer. The kid had never really been interested in girls and had always liked softer things, like reading and drawing. What was shocking was the fact that apparently was seeing someone. Steve wasn't sure if he should ask, if he could ask.

"He said that I was bein' a coward for not tellin' anyone 'bout us. I don't think he meant it in a real mean way, but I just dunno what to do. I mean, I wanna tell Darry and Soda, but I dunno how. His siblings know and they don't care and I know that my brothers wouldn't mind much, but I just don't want them to be pissy about it, you know?" Pony's voice was quiet but firm as he word vomited.

Steve, did in fact, not know. But he could guess that Pony meant he didn't want them to be super overprotective of him. Glory knows how many times Darry of Soda (or even himself) have had talks with Pony about staying away from girls. And now Pony was dating a boy? Steve could see where Pony was coming from.

Which was kind of odd. Usually it seemed like him and Pony saw everything from completely different perspectives, but sometimes their views aligned. It was weird.

"Do you wanna tell 'em?" Steve asked.

"I mean, yeah. I'm just worried that they're gonna freak out about it." Pony grumbled and messed with the necklace that was hanging around his neck. Steve distantly thought that he recognized the necklace, probably one of Soda or Darry's old ones.

"Why don't you tell your brothers together? Give the guy a chance to explain himself and prove to your brothers that he's not gonna fuck you over." Steve wasn't sure where this advice was coming from, but hopefully it was good. Pony smiled a little, so maybe he was doing alright.

"I guess. I think they're gonna be more concerned about who he is rather than the fact that he's a he." Pony muttered, mostly to himself, but Steve still heard.

"Who is it?" Steve couldn't help but ask. Pony looked around for a second before opening his mouth to answer.

"Curly." Pony said and suddenly, Steve remembered where he knew the necklace from. It was Shepard's. The kid was always wearing it around, especially during rumbles.

"Curly Shepard?" Steve repeated, making sure he heard right.

"Y'know another guy named Curly?" Pony snorted.

"Nah, guess not," Steve grinned, "You're right, though. I don't think your brothers are gonna be too happy about you datin' Shepard."

"Oh well." Pony shrugged with a grin. Steve reached over and ruffled his hair. Pony swatted at him but kept grinning until the door to the garage opened

"Hey, Pone." Soda greeted as he walked in and saw his brother. His eyes flickered from Steve to Pony, both of whom were grinning. Steve just shrugged at Soda's questioning glance and went back to wiping the counter.

"Hey, Soda. I was just headin' out. Gotta meet up with someone." And he rushed out the door before Soda could question him any further.

"What was that about?" Soda tiled his head as he looked at Steve.

"Dunno." Steve shrugged but he was still grinning. He ignored how nice it was to have a normal conversation with Ponyboy, no arguing or bitter remarks. The kid could be fun, sometimes. (And if he threatened Curly Shepard later and made sure he was treating Pony well, then that was no one's business but his own.)

[damthosefandoms]

The clock is ticking in the kitchen. Ponyboy is out past curfew. With Dally. The door creaks open, and Darry stands up so fast he nearly falls over. Sodapop walks in, and if he wasn’t freaking out so badly about Pony, maybe Darry would’ve caught the look on his brother’s face.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Just me?” Soda says. His eyes are red and puffy. “Why’re you makin’ that face?”

“Pony ain’t back yet,” Darry mutters. “Close the door, you’ll let in bugs.”

Soda does, slowly. He walks over, kinda keeping his head down. Looking anywhere but at Darry.

“Normally I’d be worried too, but actually that kind of works out, ‘cause I have to tell you something I don’t want him to know about yet. I mean…”

He kicks at the throw rug with his foot. “I told him a little last night, but he prolly thinks I was just daydreamin’ and that’s for the best.”

Darry watches him carefully. Oh, so now he’s paying attention. 

“What’s goin’ on? You went out with Steve and the girls tonight, didn’t you? Did something happen?”

“I asked Sandy to marry me tonight.”

Darry laughs, a quick, sharp thing. It stings. He doesn’t get it. Ponyboy didn’t either, but he’s fourteen, only been fourteen for a month. He didn’t need to yet.

“You’re dreamin’ Sodapop. You might’ve dropped outta school this year, but you two are way too young for—”

“She’s pregnant.”

They stare at each other for a solid minute, the only sound the clock ticking in the background and the crickets outside. Just the two of them standing there processing the information.

Darry starts to raise a hand, to hold up a finger in a “wait a minute” kind of gesture, and he moves his mouth like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes out. Soda’s heart hurts in his chest and he tries not to start bawling right there in front of his big brother.

“Well, it don’t matter, anyway. Sandy doesn’t know if it’s mine or not. And if it is it still don’t matter ‘cause her folks are livid. They’re makin’ her move to Florida to live with her grandmother or somethin’, and she dumped me so I’ll never get to see her again, or the baby at all, and she’s leavin’ tomorrow afternoon, and if you could not lose your mind at me I’d really ‘preciate it ‘cause I feel like worse than garbage already.”

He really fights not to let the tears spill over, and granted he does a good job of not breaking down, but some do fall. Darry looks like he will blow any second now, but he just breathes in, breathes out, closes his eyes, and says in a very calculated and careful voice:

“Ponyboy went out with Dally and the gang tonight and he is not back yet. We will talk about this later when I know he is not dead.”

They do not get a chance to talk about it later, and they do not find out for a week if their baby brother is or isn’t dead.

edit: fic I wrote based off this post

[trevination]

an old bruise by trevination (1.4k)

summary:

“Wha’s that?” Pony murmured and stuck his finger out to poke at Johnny’s forearm. He wasn’t expectin’ the older boy to flinch back like the devil’s lightnin’ had struck him down. “Ow!” Johnny yelped. Pony murmured a tiny sorry, but still, stared at the spot on his arm.

may 1st drabble based off of @scealaiscoite's may prompts :) (sorry, i promise i won't tag u in every single post lmao)

[farawayfromtulsa]

“darry was the one to explain death to him. his mama and dad went off to work while darry stayed with pony as he cried over the little creature that resided in their walls.

darry was also the one to bury the mouse with his little brother. he scooped the mouse into a cardboard box, grabbed their dads shovel, and dug a hole while pony cradled the box in his arms. they buried him together, saying their goodbyes and placing a little flower atop of the makeshift grave.”

[yourmusicmuse]

I rewatched a bootleg of the Outsiders musical today and I'm still thinking about the way Darry was unable to look in Johnny's direction after he died...he couldn't handle it. There's probably so much going on in his head...I feel like he'd have a lot going on in his head. Guilt and regret, because he knows that he'd still be alive if he just listened to Soda and settled down after Ponyboy and Johnny came home, because they wouldn't have had a reason to leave or run, and Bob wouldn't have been able to do anything. Grief, because he has lost a dear friend, someone who he likely viewed as a brother. He feels discontent with his own 20 years of living, but he's still living, while Johnny isn't, and he was 16. And horror- because he knows damn well that it so easily could have been Ponyboy in that hospital bed, taking his last breath.

[sparklingcid3r]

The words were out, hanging in dead space between them. So cruel and violent. Pony wished he could take them back, but no retraction would ever repair the damage he’d caused.

Something in Darry must have died that night. Or maybe Ponyboy had finally killed what little was left of him, and snuffed out any chance he had of getting his relationship with his big brother back.

In which words sometimes speak much, much louder than actions.

-

Pony always thought that Darry would be the one to cross the line first. Pony knew how to put a cork over his fury; tasting copper was better than a verbal beatdown. Biting his tongue was one of the few things Pony was better at than his brother.

But he really ought to have known, with his nose constantly shoved in a book and all that. With enough pressure, every dam will break.

Darry’s eyes glittered like ice as he stood from the recliner, his arms folded. Soda was there, too, though he stayed curled up on the couch, letting Darry play bad guy.

“Where the hell have you been, Ponyboy? Curfew was two hours ago.”

Pony was tired. He wasn’t in the mood, so he kept his gaze low. “You guys didn’t have to wait up. I was fine.”

“How are we supposed to know that? You didn’t tell us about your plans after school, you didn’t call, nothing. When you don’t show up, what are we supposed to think?”

He shrugged. “I don’t gotta share everything with you.”

Darry thought that was a hoot. Pony could tell by the mean scowl on his face as he said it.

“So long as you keep your nose outta trouble, you know I don’t care what you do.” That was true. After the accident, Darry could have been a lot worse. By all means, he should have been. A lot had changed in their family, he supposed, and Darry was trying out a few new tactics.

He ran roughshod over Pony’s retort before he could make it. “You didn’t even think to tell me you’d be out late, so here we are, making sure our kid brother ain’t been left for dead somewhere, worrying our asses off, just for you to walk in, right as rain.”

Somewhere along the way, Soda ceased to exist in their world. He couldn’t have said when.

“Glory, Darry, are you happy to see me or not?” Pony snapped. “Make up your damn mind!”

“Happy?” Darry scoffed. “Yeah, I sure am happy you think the rules we have in this house, under my roof, don’t apply to you.”

“I ain’t saying that—“

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause all I been hearin’ is a load of bull.”

Darry was getting real mad. He liked keeping his southern twang on the down low—Pony figured it had something to do with his bitterness over not getting the hell out of Tulsa—but it flared up when he got all riled.

Pony knew he should throw in the towel and just start appeasing, but the tiniest spark of indignation lit a whole fuse in his chest, and suddenly he was hollering right back.

“I don’t gotta tell you anything, you said so yourself! I wasn’t doing nothing wrong, so what if I show up an hour or two late? I’m here, aren’t I?” And it felt real good seeing, even for a second, the startle in Darry’s face, that his pathetic little brother could spit fire right back. “All you do is holler my ears off, day and night. Lay off already!”

Darry recovered so quick that if Pony had blinked, he’d have missed that sweet moment altogether. “You better watch that tone, Ponyboy, or so help me God.”

“Naw, you don’t go pulling this with Soda. Why does he get to do hell all without no permission?”

“Because Sodapop’s pulling his damn weight around here, helping me pay our bills and for our groceries. And this is how you repay us, by sneaking around past curfew and letting me think some Socs got their hands on you.”

Pony never wanted to do to Darry what he thought the Socs would do more than in that moment. He wanted to wrap his knuckles and sock his brother in the mouth, see how he liked it being someone else’s punching bag. Using Soda like that was a low blow.

Of course, he was about as capable of hurting Darry as a fly was against a bear, but his chest is too hot and tight to consider retreating now.

“If money’s all you care about, I’ll drop outta school and get a job. How’s that sound?”

“Don’t you go even entertainin’ that thought.”

“Then don’t you go dragging Soda into this!”

“Why shouldn’t I? You’re killin’ us, Ponyboy! That’s all you been tryna do lately, send us both to an early grave!”

“You wanna talk about graves? Mom and Dad are gone and all you’ve been doing is tryna replace them, but you ain’t even good at pretending to know what you’re doing!”

Shame was already boiling in the pits of his stomach, but his anger blinded him. The best he could do was turn his back and flee.

Darry caught Pony by his bicep. His grip was tight, and Pony’s first thought was that he was about to be tossed into the couch. “Don’t you dare pull that shit on me, Ponyboy Michael, using them against me—“

Pony wrenched his arm free and whirled on his heels, smacking Darry’s hand with a snarl carved out of his face. He pointed an accusing finger and let his fury loose in the worst way he could think of:

“I wish you had died instead!”

Time froze. His hand wasn’t quick enough to cage the monstrous words back into his mouth. They were acidic and would have burned on the way back down, but he would have preferred it.

Even Soda, watching from a distance, was stunned into abject silence, his lips parted and his chest heaving up and down, yet he made no sounds.

That was all it took. Not a clenched fist adorned with sharp rings or a heater packing back to back rounds. Six words laced with vitriol from the mouth of his kid brother, and Darrel Curtis buckled.

What did Pony say next? Should he speak at all? He peered through Darry’s glassy eyes and saw the fresh devastation they harbored within. Where he saw it most, though, was where it did not show itself at all. Darry’s hands were loose at his sides, unfurled and calm. He was perfectly still, not even harsh pocketfuls of air shaking his shoulders as they so typically did. Save for his shuttering expression—a coldness steadily fought for the place of raw hurt—Darry was just a body stood upright.

“Darry, I…” Ponyboy‘s rasp was wet and quivering. He felt the heat of shame and tears on his face, burning his ears and behind his eyes. The words shriveled up when they reached the cusp of his tightening throat.

Sodapop tried to intervene. His hand went up as if to brush Darry’s arm, but he thought better and settled on hovering just above.

“Hey, Dar—“

“Go,” said Darry, strained. “You have school tomorrow. Go to bed, Ponyboy.”

Pony nodded immediately, but Darry was the first to retreat. He pulled away from Soda. Pony staggered back to let him through, and he was spared no glance in the aftermath, not that he deserved it. He didn’t deserve any of what Darry had spent the past two months giving him, or anything that came after.

It was only a matter of time before Darry hated him for it, and he was pretty sure he just set that process on a fast track to fruition.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song for the fic!!

"C'mon Pony, you know this." Darry can feel himself gettin' agitated. He wasn't meant to be a teacher. He didn't have the patience. He sighs, stands up from the table 'n runs a hand down his neck. The more frustrated he gets the antsier Pony became. Maybe they both just needed a break.

"I just don't get it!" Pony slams his pencil against the table 'n drops his head into his hands. Darry rolls his eyes, crosses over to the sink 'n tries his best to bite back on an almighty sigh. Glory, the kid was prone to dramatics.

It certainly didn't help that it was, for all accounts 'n purposes, a beautiful day. Probably the first warm one of the year. Soda 'n Steve, on a rare day off, were hangin' around the house, Two comin' to join in sometime after lunch. 'N it was clearly makin' Pony fidgety. But if the kid hadn't wanted to spend the weekend at the kitchen table, he should have done his goddamn homework last night when Darry had told him to.

Darry blows out a long breath, white knuckles the sink. The kid wasn't workin' his nerves on purpose. He was just frustrated.

The windows open 'n the kind of soft breeze they waited all winter for 'n dreaded missin' once the summer set in is whisperin' around the curtains. Soda's out in the yard, crouched down in the dirt, Steve 'n Two hoverin' over him. Steve's got his face all screwed up in disgust 'n Two's grinnin' so hard his mouth hurts. Darry sighs, some kind of longin' for bein' a kid crawlin' unpleasantly up his throat.

Pony, who'd been peekin' out at him from between his fingers, presses his palms against his eyes 'n groans. "C'mon, Dar, I'll do it later. I promise." He blinks up at Darry with big, wide eyes 'n Darry frowns at him sternly. He'd give anythin' to just let the kid rip the stupid math homework in half 'n call it a day.

"No, Pony, you said that last night. In fact, I remember you promisin' up 'n down you wouldn't bitch about it today if I let you go to the drive-in." Pony at least has the decency to look a little sheepish but he doesn't stop him from lettin' out a long, wordless whine. "C'mon, let's get it done."

Outside, Steve yowls 'n Two cackles. Both of them glance to the window again. It didn't matter how many years separated them, there's a common thread that connects them: the ache of missin' out on the first day of summer when the laughter slides under the door 'n the sun beats down onto that faded square on the wood floor 'n you'd do anythin' to throw on untied shoes 'n run out into the street, knowin' that there'd always be someone waitin' on the porch for you.

Glory, how had their parents done it?

"Look, just finish up this sheet." He wasn't as strong as their ma. 'N he would never claim to be. Pony pouts but sits up again, puttin' his pencil back to the paper. "So, if you-"

"Oh, you won't." Soda giggles from the lawn 'n Steve yowls.

"So if you-"

"Oh, I will." Someone tackles the other to the ground. A heap of freckled laughter rollin' around 'n grindin' grass stains into fresh white shirts.

"If you carry the one here-"

"I double dog dare ya!" That phrase never bode well in the Curtis gang 'n it's just enough excuse for Darry 'n Pony to blink at each other once 'n race to the front door. Pony gets there first, swingin' the screen hard against the house 'n trippin' out onto the creakin' porch. Darry's not far behind him.

Steve's got grass in his dark hair, vest bunched up high around his waist, legs stretched in front of him in the leaves, scowlin' at Soda in disgust 'n pure, childhood curiosity. The kind you get when you'd dare a friend to ride down the hill everyone was a lil' too scared to try 'n a little too proud to admit 'n watch as, for a moment, he rode on air. The closest a kid could ever get to the back of a lightnin' bolt. 'N then he'd bail 'n break his leg 'n you'd suddenly realize there was a reason everyone was scared of that ol' hill.

Two's on his knees, grass stains smudged across the places where they dig into the dirt, a dollar scrunched up in his fist, face split in eager anticipation.

Glory, Darry thinks suddenly, I remember when I'd've done anythin' for a dollar.

'N he had.

He glances down at Pony, the wind pushin' his bangs off his forehead 'n thinks about that hot July day a ten-year-old Soda 'n a thirteen year old Darry had convinced Pony that if he jumped off the porch railin' with a sheet he'd fly.

He'd busted his mouth. Darry 'n Soda had hastily paid him every nickel to their names in the form of hush money. Seven dollars 'n thirty-two cents.

God. But that had been a million years ago.

"Soda?" Pony calls 'n Soda whips around. He's danglin' a worm, wrigglin' 'n squirmin', over a mouth stained with strawberries 'n grinnin' wide, toothy smiles.

Hadn't Darry done that once? Caked fingers in mud 'n scraped soil from his nails? Had laughed 'n swallowed ants off the sidewalk whole for nothin' but the chance to stick out his tongue 'n say he had?

"Bleugh Soda that's gross!" Pony leaps the railin', swingin' his body straight up 'n over 'n for a second Darry could swear he was flyin'. 'N he lands on his feet 'n tackles Soda straight to the ground 'n for a second Darry cringes 'n thinks God, he was never gettin' those stains out 'n Pony's gotta get that math done 'n they were all too old to be horsin' around in the dirt like boys.

But then Soda's howlin' 'n he's lookin' over Pony's bony shoulder 'n grinnin' so wide it's like he was seven again, too many teeth in his mouth 'n too many feelin's in his heart 'n Steve 'n Two-Bit are laughin' 'n jumpin' in 'n Darry stops thinkin' about all of it.

He hops the railin' 'n when he lands he doesn't bail. It was the first real day of summer. Everythin' else could wait.

[living-mites]

Ok saw this a while ago and I <3 it so much even though its a mix of aww and but wrenching angst.

Alive Dally, who didn't shoot himself after the rumble. Who was STOPPED, by the gang getting there in time.

Pony who was still in shock, who was still sick as a dog, who as Darry yelled and talked to Dally went down.

It was scary, commical since he was so out of it, but not.

Because you could see Darry was a little scared. Soda was scared. Dally didn't even know it was possible for someone to get sick to this point.

He watched Darry FORCE water, and a delriohs Pony who would cry and whinr at it, tossing or splashing it into Darrys face at times.

Who wouldn't eat, even with Darry’s force would not eat a single thing.

He’d peaked over at Darry taking his temperature, 103.5, hospital worthy but they couldn’t afford that. And that was a better day. Darry told him if it kept going for more than a few days he’d take him to the hospital.

Dally, who Pony could hardly make out who he was. Who was still emotional from Johnny’s death, all of them.

Who cared about this kid and it scared him that maybe he could lose him too.

The kid did know who he was talking to, or what he was talking abo it sometimes. Falling Dally his Ma’s name.

Dally cared about him

he always had.

from an outside perspective- it was just two kids who were healing. healing together.

even if they didn't know it.

Dally would catch himself staring at the kid, watching his breath rise and fall- trying to mimic his own breath to calm down.

he didn't ever ficus on mindfulness or deep breathing.

when Darry struggled to force feed him- guess who was there with his demanding nature? Dally.

if anyone could make ponyboy eat and drink it was him for sure.

[maevawrites]

'𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬' . . . ponyboy curtis

✦ disclaimers/warnings? ~ black!reader x ponyboy curtis, drabble, fluff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, constantly making edits and changes so if this seems a bit different from the first time you read it thats why!

✦ word count: 702

𝐲𝐨𝐮 and pony had met in your english class, freshman year. when pony first saw you, he thought you were very pretty. no scratch that; beautiful. the way you came to school every day with a different hairstyle, whether it was puffs, braids, twists, he loved it all. he ultimately thought you were a soc but that was far from the truth. you were new in town and in fact had no idea there were such terms like 'greasers' and 'socs'. you two officially introduced yourselves to each other when getting paired up to work on a project. you couldn't help but form a small crush on him. from then on your friendship grew- along with something deeper, from both of you.

pony was a blushing mess whenever you were around him. he'd always find a way to trip up on his words and make a fool of himself but you thought it was cute—the way the tip of his nose and ears would turn a faint shade of red, his eyes darting all across your face, avoiding eye contact. every time he walks you back to your house, you'll kiss him on the cheek as a goodbye, and without fail, he'll turn red as a tomato, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

but he left you flustered just as often. whenever you're talking about something, no matter how random or silly your thoughts were, he listened—nodding, offering small comments here and there, letting you know he was right there with you. and it wasn’t just that he listened, it was how he did it. the way his eyes never strayed from yours, warm and full of quiet understanding, made your words catch in your throat sometimes. how he’d tilt his head slightly, brows furrowed in focus, like every little thing you said mattered. and when he’d softly chuckle at your jokes or respond with a thoughtful hum, your heart would stutter, heat creeping up your neck. it was ridiculous, really—how a simple glance or an absentminded brush of his hand against yours could leave you feeling so lightheaded.

after pony found out you had a love for reading just like him, you guys made a little book club (just the two of you), reading books y'all decided on and held little meetings either at the library or at pony's house if he knew the rest of the gang wouldn't be there. (he wanted the space to be as quiet and comfortable as possible for the two of you :,))

one night, just the two of you were at ponyboy's kitchen table, giggling about something one of the characters had done in the book when suddenly darry came in. you guys must've been in your own world that you hadn't heard the front door open and weren't expecting anyone else to come home. "hey pone, didn't know you were having a friend over." he greeted pony and offered you a small nod. you smiled in return, letting your dimples show. "uh yeah, forgot to tell you, i guess." pony responded scratching his neck, clearly embarrassed. darry smirked. “no funny business, you two.” he teasingly pointed between the two of you. “darryyy”, pony groaned, dragging out his name in a flustered tone. you giggled at the playful exchange, shaking your head. darry chuckled before disappearing into his room, leaving you two alone again. now that the giggling from earlier had faded, the only sound was the soft rustling pages as you both continued the book shared between you.

the silence between you felt easy, the kind of quiet that comes with being completely comfortable with someone. the only thing you could hear now was the soft turning of pages and the loud thumping of your heart, racing for reasons you weren’t quite ready to name yet.

pony didn't have the words either- not yet. he didn't know what this all meant, the way your knee brushed against his or the constant fluttering in his chest whenever you smiled. he didn't know what these new feelings were, but he didn't mind not knowing yet. for now, this quiet moment with you felt enough, and maybe that was all the both of you needed.

✦ maeva's thoughts ~ ekkkkk my first piece of writing on here!! hope you guys enjoyed!!

[2knightt]

WHO THE FUCK LET ME BACK IN THE KITCHEN😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

[im-normal-about-everything]

Sodapop's reaction to Purly drabble under the cut. Enjoy!!

Now, Soda didn't really like Curly Shepard. The youngest member of the Shepard gang had a bad reputation and a police record that could rival Dallas's.

The kid got in trouble all the time. It was more common to find him in the cooler than out.

Well, that used to be true. Soda wasn't so sure if it was anymore.

The first time that Soda noticed the change was when Ponyboy, his sweet, innocent kid brother brought the Shepard kid over for dinner with the gang.

He didn't really know how to react at first. He wasn't exactly happy that Pony had found one of the worst hoods around to date, but if the kid was as good as his brother made him seem, then fuck itt. He'd just have to find out at this dinner.

And he did find out. Soda found out that Curly Shepard was absolutely obsessed with Ponyboy. (And that Ponyboy was obsessed with Shepard, but that was for another day)

Shepard looked at Pony like he hung the goddamn stars in the sky. He paid attention to everything that Pony said, even if he didn't have a clue about what half the words meant.

Soda saw how Shepard stared at Pony like he was a priceless painting, like he wanted to watch him forever if he could.

He saw the soft smiles that Shepard gave Pony when they thought no one else would see them. He saw the care and love that Shepard had when he held Pony.

Soda also saw how his baby brother did the same thing for Shepard. Pony looked at Curly like he was his whole world. The kid talked about him as passionately as he did his favorite books.

He saw how happy Pony was. He noticed how his nightmares lessened and how he seemed genuinely care-free.

Sodapop saw how much Curly Shepard cared for Ponyboy, and he saw how much Ponyboy Curtis loved Curly.

So, Soda might not exactly like the Shepard kid, but if he made his kid brother that happy, he couldn't be that bad.

[starcraftt]

pony loves taking his partners hand and pressing a chaste kiss to their palm before interlacing their fingers send tweet

[trevination]

two hair ties by trevination (1.8k)

summary:

“Steve!” She snapped behind her, “Where your grease at?”

Steve finally came in swingin’, all grumpy and annoyin’ as usual, from the room over. “I don’t know! Find somethin’ in the drawer or somethin’!”

Cowgirl huffed. ‘Course he wasn’t no help, he never was. She dug around more but still came up short. “Evie? What you got for, uh… like, hair stuff?” She tried, turning behind her.

idk if i can call these drabbles anymore… they’re very long. anyway! may 5th drabble posted! tagging the ceo of cowgirl @broareweabouttoviberightnow bc i finally wrote her :)

[generic-enthusiast]

Ponyboy actually stopped smoking after the church. He couldn’t stand fire.

Then a couple months went by and suddenly it was Hanukkah and he had to light the menorah and watch the wax crawl downwards, almost reaching his fingertip towards the last couple days.

It's not a candle anymore but a blazing fire, surrounding him as he scrambles around, looking for the kids that he condemned to death.

Then a hand wraps around his and guides him to light the first candle before putting the shemesh back in its spot and Pony smiles at Soda, not the only one to notice his blank look, but the only one to know what to do about it

[goldilocks-pony]

Dallas can speak some german because after his father abandoned him and left him to stay with his immigrant grandfather he wasnt good at english so dallas had to learn german to communicate. Each night they often would help eachother study their respective languages, and though he'll never admit it dallas treasured these moments because it felt like he had a decent father figure