can you write something about how the gang handles a really emotional Curtis sister... Like she literally doesn't even know why shes crying most of the time she just is. She is literally me
send me requests for the outsiders!
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At Dallas's groan, "Ah, here come the fuckin' waterworks again," all eyes are on you. You'd been hoping to fly under the radar, but now that seven pairs of eyes are staring at you, your tears escape hot and free down your cheeks.
"It's- I'm fine!" You insist, voice thick and choppy as you rush for the bathroom. You don't shut the door, because even if you did you know someone would have barged in. It's predictably Darry and Soda, but Two-Bit lingers in the hallway, peering in worriedly.
"You're okay, kid." Darry encourages you, a strong hand on your shoulder to help you get yourself under control, "Somethin' the matter?"
"What's with the tears, Baby Curtis?" Two asks, "Movie gettin' to 'ya?"
It's a horror movie- it's safe to say you're not sniffling over blood and guts.
"No, it's-" You sniffle, letting Sodapop tug you into his side where he's now perched on the lid of the toilet. He slings an arm around your waist and you lean gratefully into his side, thankful for the pressure of a body against yours.
"It's nothing. I don't know." You shrug helplessly, and Two smiles- kindly, not teasingly.
"You've got a condition or somethin'." He decides, traipsing back into the living room, "We oughta turn you in to a doctor, have them diagnose you with some crazy new brain condition. Maybe they could name it after you, kid."
"Yeah, Crybaby Curtis syndrome," Steve snickers, and Soda shouts a halfhearted, 'Be nice!' to his friend despite not being able to see him.
"Lay off, Steve," Johnny groans, and you hear Ponyboy chime in with a fervent, 'Yeah!' that he would have kept to himself had Johnny not led the charge. Despite having the upper hand, Ponyboy still struggles to pick fights with Steve. Usually it's a losing battle.
"Come on, kiddo." Darry urges, and Soda sticks close to your side as you shuffle back into the living room. Dallas doesn't move aside to give you your old seat back where he's stretched out over half of it, but he also doesn't protest when you throw your leg over his own to fit on the cushion.
"You've gotta man up, kid." Dally decides, snatching his cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face, "Can't be burstin' into tears all the time. People are gonna think you're weak."
"I am weak," You concede feebly, wiping at one last tear that streaks down your cheeks, "I don't know why it happens most'uh the time. Just does."
"Some people are just like that." Johnny smiles kindly at you, and you appreciate his sweetness, "We ain't gonna judge you."
"It'll be great for gettin' out of trouble," Sodapop grins mischieviously at you, "Just think, when you're a wild child in high school, and you're comin' home drunk at 2AM, Darry's gonna yell at you. Just flash him those teary eyes of yours and he'll get all soft for 'ya, he'll let you off real easy."
"Hey- Don't you go givin' her any ideas." Darry points a warning finger at Soda, and Ponyboy scoffs, surely jealous at the prospect of your secret weapon.
You share a secret smile with Soda, though, one that's hidden from both of your brothers. Two-Bit catches it and snorts, "Damn, Darry. I'm not itchin' to be you in a few years."
"Well then you'd better start hangin' out at your own house every once in a while," Darry glares at him, "You spend so much time here I'm gonna give you a chore on the chore chart."
"I don't even do chores at my own place," Two-Bit snickers, like the suggestion is the funniest one he's ever heard. He stretches his arm out behind your head, resting it on your far shoulder, "Just call me whenever you're goin' to those parties, Y/N, and I'll get drunker'n you, make you look like a saint in comparison."
"Dally's a saint in comparison to you, Two-Bit," Ponyboy gripes, "Just don't climb through my window expecting me to help you sneak past Darry."
"Now I mean it, boys," Darry snaps, "Don't go givin' her ideas! Conversation over."
Dallas waits all of three seconds before leaning down, tucking his face beside your ear so that he can drawl, "I'll teach you how to sneak past him if you can go without cryin' for a day."
"Deal." You hold out a pinky for him to link with his own, and if anyone else in Tulsa had offered it, they'd have gotten slugged. Instead, Dallas's finger curls around yours, and he shoots you a shit-eating grin, eyes glimmering dangerously, "24 hours, crybaby. Don't let me down."
Could you possibly do a fic of babydoll reader x dally where dally snuck into her room and one of the curtis brothers almost or does catches them 🥹
Prying Eyes (D.W.)
Dallas Winston x Babydoll Curtis!Reader
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Warnings: (not in order of how it appears) fluff, sneaking around, lowkey blackmail, sibling banter, make out sesh, implied sex at the end idk?
Words: 705
Notes: hey remember Babydoll being Soda’s twin bc i definitely did not
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Darry had been working a night shift last night, so obviously that meant that Dally snuck over and spent the night with you. You’ve done this before. You just need to have Dally out before Darry came in to wake you up for school, which could be varying levels of difficult depending on his mood at the time. You had woken up around 6:30-ish. You yawned and rolled around to face Dally. He was still asleep, snoring obnoxiously, his hair all mussed up from sleep. You let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into your pillow, watching him sleep with a drowsy smile. He never looked peaceful, but the one time he looked a little less tortured was when he was asleep.
About 10 minutes later, you felt Dally shift next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your hairline. “You awake, doll?” He asked, his voice rough from sleep. You nodded as you grabbed his hand around your waist, intertwining your fingers with his. He started kissing along your neck, his arms pulling you closer as you hummed softly with a smile.
His hand came up to your jaw to tilt it up towards him, leaning down to kiss you a little too eagerly for six in the morning. You moaned softly into the kiss, your hand coming up to card through his sleep-addled hair. He broke the kiss to roll on top of you, hovering above you.
You smiled up at him sleepily, reaching up to pull him in for another kiss. His hands slipped under your sleep shirt, caressing your hips gently as he deepened the kiss. You pushed him away gently as you bit your lip, quickly looking at the time.
“Think you can do it in 15 minutes?” You teased quietly, keeping in mind that your brothers were just across the hall. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “15 minutes is lightwork, man.” He said before leaning back down to kiss you again. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him with a devilish smirk.
When you had really been getting into it, you heard your door creak open. You pushed Dallas off of you almost immediately, assuming it was Darry opening the door. You quickly pulled the covers over yourself as the culprit poked his head in.
“Hey, Babydoll-“ Sodapop said before stopping abruptly, his mouth wide open as he stared at you and Dallas dumbly. You let out a breath when you saw it was just Soda, he was far less intimidating than Darry. Soda blinked a few times like he was trying to clear his vision, like maybe what he was seeing would change if he blinked hard enough.
“What do you want Soda?” You asked, your voice a little aggressive. He finally closed his mouth and cleared his throat, still looking very clearly startled.
“I was gonna ask you to cover for me, but now I have a.. different question..” Soda finally said after standing there like an idiot for too long. “What’s Dal doin’ here?”
“He needed somewhere to sleep for the night.” You said, lying through your teeth, and Soda knew it.
“Yeah.. sure.” Soda said as he slowly nodded. He was still caught off guard, but he was beginning to understand a little more. You could see the cogs turning in his head, and it hit you that he was gonna tell Darry if you didn’t stop it right now.
“If you don’t tell Darry, then I won’t tell ‘im that you were with Sandy last night..” You proposed with a slightly threatening stare after a few seconds of silence.
Soda’s face changed to a confused one. “What? I wasn’t with Sandy-“ You cut him off. “Shh, I know… but who’s he gonna believe?” You threatened with a too sweet tone. “Deal?”
Soda narrowed his eyes at you with a betrayed gasp. “Fine. But you owe me.”
You smiled in response. “Yup! Great, thanks Pepsi-Cola!” You replied as you got up and gently pushed him out of the room despite his protests and follow-up questions. You turned back to Dallas, biting your lip.
a/n: yayayay! Hope you enjoy anon! (So sorry about how short this is)
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The light knock at your window made your spring up, your lips pulling up into a smile.
Hurriedly, you unlocked it and pushed the glads open.
Looking down, there was your Johnny!
Of course no one knew he was yours.
Johnny Cade being best friends to your brothers wasn’t exactly ideal. But hey, how else would you have met him?
Johnny’s usual intimidating expression faded to look up at you with fond eyes. “Hi.”
A few minutes later, you were tucked into Johnnys side as you talked softly about your day as he occasionally hummed along.
Nights like this were perfect.
No loud sounds, no bright lights. No distractions or disturbances! Perfect.
In fact, it was the perfect time to press a sweet kiss to Johnnys lips.
Your door being pushed kicked open wasn’t perfect.
Simultaneously, you and Johnny sprang apart and into seating position.
Your eldest brother, Darry stood in the doorway with narrowed eyes as he huffed out your name.
“Johnny? What’s this?”
You shrugged. “Uhh…hanging out.”
Darry raised his brows at you.
Johnny nodded beside you, avoiding eye contact with Darry.
After a long moment of silence, Darrel sighed looking between the pair who showed amazing resemblance to guilty puppies.
“No more of this.”
“What!?” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet.
Darry raised his hands, grinning slightly at your reaction. “No more going through the window. Come through the door like a normal person, Johnny.”
Johnny nodded slowly, tentatively smiling to Darry. You knew of your boyfriend’s admiration of your brother, and how Darry had a soft spot for Johnny.
“Door stays open!”
Darry called as he turned his back, making his way back to the couch to watch TV (code for nap).
You and Johnny exchanged large smiles, before moving back to the other’s comforting embrace.
Thank god Soda and Pony weren’t home, or you’d never hear the end of it.
Maybe the rest of the gang would find out, but that was out of mind tonight.
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I’m so happy that everyone’s in the mood for secret relationships creams everywhere TYSM AGAIN ANON
heyy girl, I love reading ur works sm its become part of my routine lol.
I need more Dallas and Curtis reader sneaking around, can you write a fic that takes place before Darry walked in on them? Maybe something like either soda or pony sees them on a date together while they’re out and reader has to convince them not to tell Darry
tysm queen
Caught!
an: Thank you! I love this idea! Thank for requesting and I'm so sorry that this took so long for me to get to. This is like 90% dialouge, I hope that's okay 😭 Sneaking Around fic
w: swearing, not proof read
You've never been a huge fan of the Dingo. Every time you've gone, it's been extremely loud, extremely chaotic, and a few times you've even witnessed fights. Even so, the Dingo was still somewhat of a second home since you're there so often, so at the end of the day, you didn't mind at all that that's where Dallas chose to take you out to dinner.
Lucky, it was a Tuesday night, so there weren't many people there, and you didn't have to almost yell to be able to hear each other.
"Oh, and if Tim comes asking for me, you haven't seen me, alright?"
You shake your head. "What'd you do this time, Dal?"
He throws his hands up. "Nothing! Some other jackass slashed his tires, but he's convinced that it was me."
"I wonder why." You say sarcastically before biting into your burger. You'd been doing most of the talking so far, so Dallas was already done, and to be fair, he does normally wolf down his food.
The door opens, though no bell chimes -it was broken off weeks ago by a group of rowdy teens- you look over anyways. To your horror, your eyes land on your younger brother, Ponyboy, and Johnny. You quickly sink down into your sit and put your hands on the sides of your head to conceal yourself.
Dallas furrows his brows and your movements. "What?" He asks as he looks over to the door. "Shit!" He swears under his breath as he starts to scan for an escape route. Luckily, you were near the back so many they wouldn't see you-
"Hi, Dally!" You hear your brother call. Your eyes widen and you look at Dallas, hoping he has some sort of plan, but he's looking at you with an almost identical expression. Dallas finally turns his head to look at this two friends when they start getting close to the both.
"Hey, man." Dallas says casually with a nod. You shoot him a wide-eyed, worried look. Apparently the plan is to play it cool. sit up straight and force a smile the approaching boys.
Ponyboy's expression immediately changes to one of confusion when his eyes land on you. "What're you doing here?"
You stammer for a second before saying simply: "I was eating."
"With Dally?"
You shrug, but you can feel your heart picking up. "Yeah. We ran into each other and decided we were both hungry." You try to sound as casual as possible, as if it's no big deal.
Your brother looks back and forth between the two of you. You decide to greet Johnny.
"How are you doing, Johnnycakes?" You ask with a smile.
"I'm fine. Uh, sorry if we're interrupting your date."
Ponyboy turns to look at Johnny, mortified. Your expression mirrors his. "No- no! That's not- we're not-"
Dallas speaks at the same time, sounding exasperated, "Johnny, man, come on!"
Johnny looks confused. He looks between the two of you then glances at Pony, then it clicks and hr looks back at Dallas. "He doesn't know?" He asks quietly, pointing at Ponyboy.
You, Dallas, and Pony all talk over each other. Everyone is in distress.
"You told Johnny?" You question Dallas.
"I- he- Johnny, come on, man!"
"What?"
"I'm sorry!" Johhny says. Dallas runs his hands over his face as you avoid Ponyboy's stare.
Finally, you meet his eyes. Your inability to say anything answers his question.
"What? Ew!"
"Ew?" Dallas repeats, offended.
Remembering the reason you hadn't told Pony to begin with, you lean forward and speak in a stern voice. "Do not tell anyone. Do not tell Darry. Don't even tell Soda."
"Or I'll kill you." Dallas adds.
You shoot him a glare. "No," You look back at Ponyboy, "But Darry'll kill Dallas and you don't want that blood on your hands."
"I'm sorry again." Johnny says.
"You're fine." You say before looking back at Ponyboy. You're trying to read his eyes and figure out if he'll tell.
"Okay.." He says.
"You won't tell?"
"No."
"You promise? Swear?"
He nods. "I promise. Swear it."
You sigh in relief and allow yourself to stop sitting so stiff and relax a little. "Thank you, Pony."
The air feels awkward for a few moments before Dallas throws money on the table, stands up, and announces that he and you are leaving. You quickly get up after him. You say goodbye to the two boys before grabbing walking out with Dallas. Once outside, he lights up a cigarette as you walk down the street.
"I hope Pony keeps his words." You say.
"He's a good kid, I'm sure he will."
Ponyboy blackmails you into doing his chores for the next few weeks, but thankfully, he doesn't tell.
tw: mature themes, fingering, alluding to piv, not proof-read
the bulb above your head flickered off as you flipped the light switch, ready to get in bed and finally fall asleep, exhausted after a long day.
someone, however, had other ideas. you heard the four knocks on the window, quiet enough so only you would hear it and not your brothers.
you went over to the window, a smile plastering itself on your face when you saw dallas, hair messed up like usual with that stupid grin of his.
“you gonna let me in, doll? it’s cold out here.”
you rolled your eyes, moving aside to let him climb through your window, closing it behind him. “what do you want, dal?”
dallas sprawled out on your bed like it was his own, “what? i can’t see my girl before bed?” he asked, his eyes drifting down to where your pale pink nightgown ended at your thighs.
“you know darry’s gonna have your head if he sees you in here this late.” you remind him, getting into bed nonetheless.
dally hummed, “i ain’t scared of your brother. cmere,” he pullled you against him with his hand drifting down to your waist, making you blush.
“dal..”
“yeah?” he asked, acting oblivious to the fact that you were a mess. you simply sighed, pressing yourself further into his side.
his hand drifted further down, pressing against your inner thigh, squeezing the skin there. no words were spoken, just a subtle gasp you let out.
dallas spread your legs just enough to be able to slip his hand between them, rubbing you through your panties. you let out a whine, unable to stop yourself from grinding into it.
“shh, doll, wouldn’t want your brothers to hear you, hm? wouldn’t want them to know how desperate you are.”
you shook your head, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet as he moved your panties to the side, running a finger through your slick.
“dallas, please..” you breathed out, quietly moaning into his chest.
“i know, baby. gonna give you what you need.” he slipped 2 of his fingers into you, curling them. you responded with another soft moan, your back arching slightly. dallas pressed sloppy kisses down your neck as he continued, his fingers speeding up their movements as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.
it didn’t take long after that for you to reach your climax, biting your lip so hard you almost drew blood in order to keep yourself quiet as he worked you through it, praising you for taking it so well.
once you came down from your high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you. “you think you can still take more, doll?” he asked, already lining himself up to press into you.
note: wrote this kinda quickly, so hope it's still good :) mostly fluff, with a little bit of angst thrown in for fun lmao.
pairings: curtis!reader x johnny cade (pretty platonic tho).
tw: alluding to physical abuse. mentions of bruises.
description: johnny was just in search of shelter, but with you, he found more.
word count: 1.9k
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Glancing over at the clock on your side table, you saw it read 12:37am. You groaned and flipped back over in your bed for the thousandth time. You were really struggling to sleep tonight. You just could not get comfortable at all. First, you thought maybe you were too hot, so you opened the window. Didn't help. You tried to read a little to make you sleepy. Nope, still wide awake. Now, you were thirsty, so you decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water. You had just started to tiptoe out of your bedroom when you heard someone coming in the house. They were trying their best to make sure they shut the door quietly, but you still heard them. Your front door was always left unlocked, 24/7. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that if they needed a place to sleep for the night and had nowhere else to go, they could head over to the Curtis House. It was a safe haven of sorts. You didn't mind. It was always a surprise to wake up in the morning and see who had come to crash on your couch for the night.
You peaked out from your bedroom door to try and catch a glimpse of who was here this time. You were betting it was Steve. He's really been fighting something terrible with his father lately. "Hopefully it's not Tim Shepard," you thought quickly. Not that you really had a problem with Tim, but in that case, you'd probably rather just stay in your room than walk out for your drink of water. Through the small opening in the door, you made out who the mystery greaser was. Johnny Cade. Sitting on the couch, bent forward, with his head in his hands. You sighed with relief. Johnny was one of your closest friends in the gang. It was usually you, Pony, and him buddied up together at home or out on the town. Your relief to see him was then overshadowed by sadness when you thought about why he was here. Everyone knew how 'home' was for Johnny. It was no home, not really. Not in any of the ways that count. You had thought on many occasions about what could be worse: having two parents who loved you more than anything ripped away from you prematurely, or having both of your parents right there in front of you and not give a rip about you at all? You didn't like to think too long about either very real scenario. Snapping yourself out of these unpleasant thoughts, you continued with your plan of heading to get water. While walking down the hall to the kitchen, the floor creaked loudly with your last step, and Johnny snapped his head up. His eyes landed on you, and they changed from looking frightened to looking at ease, and then quickly switched to guilt ridden.
"Oh, (Y/N), hey. Did I wake you up? I prolly did, didn't I? Damn. I knew I shoulda stayed out in the lot. But, it was just so cold tonight. I...I just thought I'd come by here, maybe warm up for a while. I didn't want to bother anyone. I really didn't. Now look what I've done. I woke you up at this ungodly hour for no good reason. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid." Johnny was talking faster than you had ever heard him talk before.
He was going to keep rambling, but you cut him off before he could. You spoke while walking over and taking a seat next to him on the old, worn down couch.
"Johnny, Johnny! Slow down! You're okay, I promise. Alright? I was already up anyhow. Haven't been able to get to sleep tonight. And don't you ever feel sorry for comin' here, okay? You know you are always welcome. We keep that door unlocked for a reason," you said to him with a soft, yet serious, tone.
He looked at you with those big, brown, puppy dog eyes. He didn't speak, but you could tell he was grateful, no words needed. He was shivering. He really wasn't wrong when he said it was cold out tonight. His clothes were dirty. It looked like he hadn't cleaned up in a couple of days. You smiled kindly and threw an arm around him to give him a quick squeeze.
You thought for a moment and then asked, "You eat dinner tonight?"
He just looked to the floor, ashamed, and shook his head. You had an idea.
"How's this sound? I'll go warm ya up some food, and you could go take a nice hot shower while we wait for it to be ready, huh? Whaddya say?"
"Nah, nah, I don't want you to mess around with all that! Really, I'm fine! I couldn't ask that of ya. You ought to go to bed and get some sleep."
"You didn't ask, I offered! Besides, I couldn't sleep a wink knowing you're in here, cold and hungry. I made meatloaf tonight. I know you love my meatloaf, Johnnycakes!" You gave him a wink when you finished.
He smiled shyly, but you could see the turmoil spinning around in his head. He felt so low about himself, it was difficult when there were people actually showing concern for him. So many conflicting feelings. He craved this kind of attention, oh boy, did he crave it, but it also made him feel uncomfortable. He was unsure of what to do with it. It was so foreign to him, and he never felt like he was worthy of it. You tried your best to show him the affection he so desperately deserved anytime you could. Before he could start protesting again, you were already up and sneaking into Pony and Soda's room to grab some clean pajamas for him. You gave a glance over to your brothers, stifling a laugh at their loud snores and their cuddled up bodies. Soda was hogging all the blankets. Again. You'd, without a doubt, be hearing Pony's complaints come morning. With that, you closed their door, met Johnny back at the couch, and dropped the clothes in his arms.
"Come on. Just listen to me, okay? Think of it as you doing me a favor."
"You know I can't say no to you when you get like this. You're killin' me, (Y/N)," he said with a chuckle.
You smiled with triumph at your win. Leading Johnny to the bathroom, you told him that tomorrow you'd clean his clothes for him, and maybe even patch up that hole in his trusty jean jacket, if you had time. He had the hint of a slight grin on his face as he slipped into the bathroom to start his shower. You realized suddenly that you had forgotten to give him a clean towel. After scurrying to the hall closet to grab one, you gave an easy knock on the bathroom door, still trying to be quiet as to not wake your brothers.
"Hey, Johnny, I forgot to give you a towel," you whispered through the door.
He pulled the door open a smidge and reached for the towel. "Thanks," he said to you while avoiding your eyes.
He had already taken off his dirty t-shirt before reaching out to you. Even though the door was only opened a hair, you could clearly see the fresh bruises forming on his torso. One on his upper arm as well, a hand print. You swallowed down a gasp.
"No problem," you said.
Once the door was shut again, you took a pause before heading for the kitchen. You grabbed the leftovers from dinner and made up a plate for Johnny. After placing it in the oven to reheat, you took a seat at the dining room table and ran your hands through your hair. Tears were burning in your eyes, but you blinked them away. It's bad enough just to know about what he faces at the hands of his parents, but to see the direct aftermath with your own two eyes, that was something different. How could anyone ever do that to their child? How could anyone ever hurt Johnny like that? No one deserves that kind of treatment, but especially not Johnny. Yet, in spite of it all, he still found it in him to be kind, respectful, and caring. You got so lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize how much time had passed until Johnny was opening the bathroom door. It startled you, and you almost jumped out of your skin.
"Didn't mean to scare ya," he said.
"You didn't, don't worry," you softly remarked. "Sit, sit. I'll go grab your food."
You brought in the food and a glass of milk. You stayed at the table with him while he ate. He started wolfing down his food like someone was about to take it away from him, a habit he's had for as long as you've known him.
"Glory, slow down, don't want ya chokin' on my watch!" you said with a small giggle.
"Sorry," he mumbled while slowing down, a blush creeping on his cheeks.
You told him all about your day to fill the silence. He likes to listen and observe. He's never said it, but he loves watching you tell a story. The way you are so passionate about every little thing you say, no matter how small the detail. You're very animated. You like to talk with your hands. He's always hooked on your every word. When he finished his food, you placed the dishes in the sink and asked Johnny if he wanted to join you for a smoke. Of course he said yes. Johnny is never going to refuse a smoke. You sat together on the bench outside, side by side to try and keep warm. A few minutes passed, and then you spoke.
"Hey, Johnny?", you said after letting out a puff.
"Yeah?"
"You know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here, right? Anything at all. I'll always be here for you." You looked right into his eyes while speaking with every ounce of sincerity you had in your body. You didn't want to press too hard, but in this moment, you really needed him to know that he wasn't alone.
He took a big drag off the cigarette, and blew it out real slow, like he was contemplating what to say next. He started to speak and then stopped. It was so dark out there on your front porch, but the glare of the streetlights showcased the glossiness in his eyes. Finally, he reached for your knee, and with only the tiniest bit of hesitation, gave it a pat.
"I know, (Y/N). I know," he said, barely above a whisper. "Thank you."
You weren't sure what time it was now, but you had finally started to get sleepy. You both made your way back into the living room. Johnny took his place on the couch and stretched out. You fetched a blanket and a pillow for him from your bedroom. You handed him the pillow, and he put it under his head. He reached for the blanket, but instead of giving it to him, you covered him up yourself. You brushed his still damp, very grown out bangs to the side and pressed a small kiss to his forehead.
"Sleep tight, Cade."
"Uh, um, oh, uh, yeah. You too, Curtis," he stuttered out while silently praying that you couldn't see the redness rising on cheeks.
Johnny was clean. Johnny was warm. Johnny had a full stomach, a fluffy pillow, and a soft blanket. He slept better that night than he thought he ever had in his whole life. You finally could, at last, sleep soundly as well. With the knowledge that Johnny was taken care of and under the roof of someone who truly cared so deeply for him. And you know what? He really wasn't sorry for coming over anymore.
You are closest to Darry, its not uncommon for the gang to enter and see you huddled to Darry's side as he reads the newspaper
You love to yap to Ponyboy because you know he wont interrupt or tell you to stop, he just sits and draws.
You tell Soda all the gossip from your year and he loves every second of it and he'll ask for any updates throughout the next days
Soda will sit in front of you on the ground and watch TV while you're on your knees putting his hair in bunches.
You teach Pony hand claps and make him do them with you and show Soda (hes not impressed)
You look just like your mama and Darry always notices
You'll make Pony sit on the bed and watch you try on your new clothes "Yes I like it, it looks just like the last one. "
If you wanted actual feedback you go to Soda.
You're a cheerleader and loved cheering in Darrys football games, you were always the closets to the pitch and would run up and hug him when he scores
You always find Pony in the canteen at school and ask him for the money Darry gave him for lunch knowing hell just steal his
Pony will try and help you with your homework but it'll frustrate him so much hell end up redoing the whole thing for you (Darry does not know and if he did he'd kill you both)
You and Soda play footsies under the kitchen table if your opposite each other, if your beside he'll tickle you until Darry tells him to "Quit that and each your food!"
They'll always make sure youve eaten enough and Pony will sit with you until you're finished given the fact these boys can inhale a whole plate in 10 seconds.
When youse were younger your parents made sure everyone shared everything, with you if Pony has a piece of cake now some of it is yours too "Pony be nice and give some to your sister."
Two-bit teaches you how to shadow box him but he goes VERY easy on you but will convince you hes not and that youre just that good.
You and Pony love musicals and you'll force him to stand in as background characters and preform. If its any Singing in The Rain song you will play Don which makes no sense to him as he loves Gene Kelly more then you.
Darry's favourite is when you sing from Oklahoma because thats what your dad used to always watch with you all.
Darry feels so guilty you are growing up without a women in the house so he tries to teach you things mama would but feels so awkward doing so and beats himself up about it.
Two-Bit always picks you up when you go to friends houses.
You'll sneak off to parties and sometimes you run into Dally there, he wont tell on you because he he knows your brothers will kill him but he'll always keep an eye on you there.
Darry will throw you over his shoulder and physically move you when you're yapping to Pony saying "Quit annoying your brother and watch TV" with a grin on his face
You'll make bracelets for the gang and only Soda wears his.
When you were younger Soda and Pony would play dolls with you, Pony made elaborate story's that would inevitably get too complicated and piss you off and Soda would only ever want to be the horse.
When you bake for the guys you always hand Soda the spoon to lick.
