Dal, He's Makin' Eyes at Me!! (Ponyboy Curtis x Winston!Reader)
Notes: Sorry guys, quick self indulgent recent reqs, I've been trying to get my older ones done first, but this was just such an easy and simple one, Connie Francis fuelled and inspired fic too!! And a reminder Outsiders reqs are still shut
"Your buddy's making eyes at me" Is the first thing you'd ever said about Ponyboy, unbeknownst to him, now, it wasn't that he wasn't making eyes at you, it was that he had no clue he was doing so! Nevermind that, Dallas kept an eye on Ponyboy from that day on, it was always funny to Soda who had to hear Dallas huff about it
And all Soda had to say was "It's a harmless crush! C'mon Dal, you had crushes as a kid too, surely" and Dallas just shook his head "No boys havin' crushes on my sister though, boys're vultures Soda" He raised an eyebrow pointedly (because the trend of copying Two-Bit's eyebrow raise is a real plague for anyone in the gang)
"Well you don't needa worry anyway, your kid sister looks permanently pissed- just like you, maybe it'll scare Ponyboy off" He says with a chuckle and Dallas genuinely hums "Huh, lets hope so" He says passively
That lead you to the first time you and Ponyboy met, when Ponyboy wound up crashing at Bucks, no particular reason, Dallas, Johnny and him had been hanging out and by then it was past curfew for him, Dallas called up Darry and gave him the whole "Don't get all mother hen on the kid, I'll keep him with me at Bucks, he'll live" Spiel and Darry gave in
So, Pony was on the couch, still awake humming to himself as he looked up, tapping his own chest in a rhythm to attempt to lull himself to sleep, that was until he jolted at the sound of light creaking "Who's there? Buck?" he got a giggle in response that made him furrow his brows before you flicked a light on "Am I that heavy footed?" You ask softly, god your eyes are hypnotising
"No- not at all" He clears his throat and you shake your head "I- didn't really know you'd be here, sorry for disturbing you I just wanted to grab a glass of water" You say with an awkward smile, jeez, you were much nicer than you looked and plenty more pleasant than Dallas in general
And that was your brief first meeting that kicked it off, and by it, that means Pony's new found habit of wiggling his way into staying at Bucks or convincing Dallas, who did make you tag along plenty, to make you tag along even more! That meant plenty of late night talks, different things to discuss and all such things
But there was the real kick-off, the first kiss between you two, what? You couldn't have thought this wouldn't end in a love story? You two had managed to get away from your respective siblings, you telling Dallas you were hanging with a gal pal of yours and Ponyboy claiming him and Johnny were hanging out
When in reality, you two were off to the movie house to catch a flick, just you two, you knew if you told any of the boys they'd insist to come with you because they knew Dallas would probably have their heads on skewers if they let you go on what was obviously a little date
You two successfully got to and into the movie house without the targeting of any Socs or being spotted by any of the Greasers which was always good, it definitely gave you hope it'd all go right
And you were right in that assumption (thank goodness) Ponyboy seemed more comfortable too, leaning on you a little, shoulder to shoulder before progressively wrapping his arm around your shoulder, which made you giggle just that little bit
It was nice, different but nice, you two had been talking and joking about the day he'd have to awkwardly wrap an arm around you at the movie house, but this wasn't awkward at all, in fact it was pretty nice, it felt right, you felt warm, and you didn't feel all that distracted from the actual movie
And over time, you leaned in closer and closer, until a sudden moment, a kiss on screen that made you two both turn your heads to one and other, sharing a cheeky small smile before you both kissed, as much as you didn't believe your first kiss would be this big spark magical moment, you were wrong, it felt like a big spark
And when you got home you couldn't help but yelp to Dallas "Dal! He kissed me!" and Dallas immediately knew exactly who, he gave a groan and ran a hand down his face, he looked back to you, he dreaded the day you'd come up to him and chirp "Dal he wants to marry me!"
⭑ synop: NYC was harsh, especially for the kids. luckily, dallas had you, and you had him... or so you thought. or ,, one last conversation before dallas moved to tulsa.
⭑ warnings: mentions of abusive/neglectful parents (reader & dallas), no use of y/n, angsty ending, not proofread.
⭑ w/c: 1,208 words
⭑ a/n: pt. 2 here!! constructive criticism appreciated since english is not my native language!
New York’s nights were a level of cold no other state could match. The temperature would nip at your skin, turning your cheeks and fingers crimson while stealing the feeling out of your body.
People visiting would rather hide indoors than get used to it, while the locals couldn't imagine a life without that familiar nip.
This was no different for Dallas Winston. A young boy with blonde hair that looked white when the sun shone on it, brown eyes with a ring of blue around them. From a young age, he knew that to be different was to be hated, so he never let his guard down. He was taken in by gangs who lurked in the dark alleyways of the city, though never stuck around long enough to call them his friends.
He was relatively lonely, not wanting to accept charity from people he deemed to be pitying him, never having a buddy to lean on when things got too tough.
Except for you.
He couldn't quite remember when you showed up, and you couldn't remember a life without him. Two small children, running around the streets together. When the two of you had both been kicked out for the night, you'd run around and steal food from stores, startle even smaller children, and attempt to make the most of your evenings.
Which was the case for this night.
Sitting on the curb outside of a corner store, the two of you were chatting, occasionally jumping at the distant sounds of gunshots or sirens. There were several things you became immune to in NYC; the smog, the yelling, but never the shots.
Dallas was smoking, the burning of the cigarette glowing ember against his pale complexion, drawing your eyes to him once more. His own gaze was drawn to every movement around him — cars, figures, just in case someone tried something.
Despite his unwavering focus, his glare kept flickering back to yours, brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. “What’re ya starin’ at, huh?” he finally snapped, smoke billowing out from his mouth.
You blinked out of your daze, immediately looking elsewhere. “Nothing.” You murmured, playing with the frayed end of your sleeve.
“Uh-huh.” he hummed, not at all convinced, but decided to drop it for now, knowing he wouldn't get an answer out of you. “You gotta stop with your starin’, man.” he added, taking another drag of his cig.
“I don’t stare.” You defended weakly, crossing your arms like a petulant child (to which you were, despite your protests) and frowning. He snorted at your expression, deeming himself far too mature for such… childish displays.
A comfortable silence befell the two of you, a common thing on those cold nights. Surprisingly, it wasn't you who broke it this time, it was Dallas.
“You ever think about…” he exhaled the dark cloud out of his mouth, moving his scrutiny up to the sky. You couldn't ever see the stars in New York, too much funk being expelled into the air. The only time you’d see them was when you left the city.
“… leavin’?” he finally finished, unusually vulnerable tonight. You looked back over at him, your eyes flickering over his face.
There was something... deeper in his eyes tonight. Maybe he’d gotten into a really bad fight with his dad? That was easy to assume, there wasn't a day that passed that Mr Winston hadn't upset Dallas one way or another. Be it with his brutal fists or his heavy absence, something was bound to hurt the platinum-haired boy.
“Leaving here?” you clarified, shifting a little closer as the cold bit at you. He only nodded, not saying much else, leaving you to ponder. “Mm… I guess so.” You finally responded, scuffing your worn shoes on the asphalt beneath your feet.
“Why?” You asked, looking back over at him. He seemed to get quieter, a shadow falling over his eyes as he glanced at the ground beneath his feet, finally snuffing the cigarette out.
He turned to look at you after a few moments of contemplation, wearing his bottom teeth with his sharp teeth. “I dunno, man… just thinkin’.” He settled, but it was clear something was wearing on his conscience.
Just as he knew not to press you on your lingering eyes, you knew not to push him to spill what was on his mind. So, you shrugged, shifting closer again.
“Where would you wanna go?” You inquired, watching him attempt to blow the hair out of his eyes. He never had grease in his hair like the older boys he hung out with, despite the length of his fair locks.
He merely shrugged at your question, flicking ash off his shabby, well-worn jeans. “Somewhere my old man can’t find me, I know that much.” he punctuated his sentence with a weak laugh, seeking to ease your worries.
Dallas could always read you. He needed to be observant to ensure no guys (or girls) had malicious intent when talking to him, so he, eventually, learned how to see right through you.
You hummed, tucking your hands into your tattered sleeves to hide them from the frost. “Well… I’d wanna go to California.” You nodded, striving to lighten the mood. “Sandra Dee lives there, you know?”
Dallas let out a genuine chuckle, that familiar boyish gleam coming back to his face at your statement. “Yeah? You gonna be some TV star?” He nudged you, pointed canines peeking out from behind his top lip.
You nodded decidedly, a grin of your own tugging at your face. “Yeah! I’m gonna be on the movies at the drive-ins, and I won't make you pay to see me.” You scooched closer, letting your knee press against his.
Dallas’s grin didn't falter at your proximity. “Generous, ain’tcha?” he snickered, almost mocking you, but you knew that it wasn't meant to be spiteful.
You merely huffed, looking away from him again. “Yeah, I am.” You pressed your legs together, attempting to conserve heat. “And I’d take you with me to California.” You decided.
Dallas seemed to go completely still at your declaration, his body going taut under his thin clothes. All he could do was hum, looking away again.
That familiar silence fell between the two of you, lingering for the rest of the night until you were forced to drag yourself back to your house before your parents got mad.
You expected to see Dallas later that day, but he never showed up. You looked around everywhere when you couldn't find him, eventually resorting to warily approaching his dad’s flat to see if he was ill or something.
Mr Winston, as expected, was drunk out of his mind, slurring over his words. The only thing you could pick out was “threw that grub out on the streets” and “won’t come back”, before the door was slammed in your face.
That conversation stuck with you, not because of the topic, but because it was the last one you shared with him before he disappeared.
That night, you cried your little heart out, knowing your best friend was gone.
You held onto hope, but as the weeks passed, you knew you’d never see the boy with the platinum hair again.
hcs of ponyboy dating the prettiest and sweetest cheerleader
Pony w/ a Cheerleader!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
Ponyboy Curtis x Fem!Reader
୨୧ : HC’s of Pony with a sweet ‘n gorgeous, popular cheerleader
A/N : Starting to do some requests again 😔 bare with me guys these are always my words before I disappear for months
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୨ NOBODY is believing his ass
୨ Like the youngest out of the gang dating a soc like you? Nuh-uh
୨ Steve is especially on his back about it; it only fuels their stupid feud
୨ Most people would assume you’re kinda mean or shallow because you cheer, but you’re really the towns sweetheart
୨ Like there are no exceptions; socs and greasers alike
୨ Your inclusivity and niceness are some of the main things Pony really likes about you
୨ Of course, your looks definitely also help
୨ He writes poems about you.
୨ He gets jealous pretty easily though, so you have to baby him a little if you get hit on in front of him LMAOO
୨ Cue you opening up your locker on Valentines Day, a bunch of cards falling out, and him getting a defeated frown on his face
୨ Anyways, your reputation definitely makes some of the bullying he goes through ease up
୨ You always defend him (nicely, of course) if you spot someone picking on him
୨ It’d take all the guys meeting you for them to realize that you’re actually a pretty good match since they were probably weary at first
୨ That still doesn’t stop all of Steve ‘n Dallas’ teasing about you being too pretty for him though (save him.)
୨ Overall, you honestly could give people toothaches with how sweet you are together
୨ Like Darry’s about to come scold Pony over homework only to find the both of you on the porch, working with your notebooks open whilst you fiddled with some of his hair
୨ He can’t even be mad because it’s so innocent and cute
୨ Sometimes though, your personality can lead to people taking advantage of you because of just how nice you are
୨ He has to reel you in and let you know which people have good intentions and which don’t
୨ Most of the time your practice takes place the same time his track practice does so you guys just admire each other across the field teehee
୨ Whenever he doesn’t have practice or plans of his own, he comes to watch you anyways
୨ Even though basically all the football players have jumped him at least once, he’ll still show up if you’re cheering at a game 😇
୨ Honestly, he gains a bit more confidence after a while of being with you
୨ He’e so smug about it too LMFAO like “yeah, I’m the one dating the prettiest girl on the cheer team 🙄😏”
୨ Absolutely rubs it in Steve’s face (or any of them for that matter) when they argue
Summary: Request - I was thinking maybe Darry & fem reader have been together for a long time, all the boys consider them to be the Big Brother/Sister/Mom & Dad of the gang. But Darry saved up enough money to propose to his girl. So he gets the gang involved in the proposal too.
A/N: Thank you for the request @fanboyswhore9 !!! I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader
Word Count: 4.3k +
TW: General The Outsiders
The Curtis house was never quiet. Not really. Even when Ponyboy was nose deep in a book, lost in some far-off world, the house still buzzed with life. Soda was always running his mouth, cracking jokes, and filling the space with laughter. While Steve and Two-Bit bickered over whatever nonsense they had cooked up that day. And there was Darry. He was always steady, always carrying the weight of it all. His shoulders squared under the responsibility of keeping a family together.
And then there was you.
You had been around since the beginning. Long before everything fell apart. You had been Darry’s best friend back when he was just a golden boy with big dreams before life had asked too much of him too soon. You had seen the way his parents adored him. How they looked at him like he was bound for something great. You had seen him at his best, laughing and reckless, a kid who thought the world had endless possibilities. And you had seen him at his worst, standing in the wreckage of his life after his parents were gone, exhausted and terribly scared but too damn proud to admit it.
You never left. Not when it got hard. Not when Darry had to trade in his college dreams for double shifts and sleepless nights. Somewhere along the way you started picking up the pieces alongside him. You helped him raise Ponyboy. Kept Soda from spiraling. Always made sure there was always food on the table even when it meant stretching meals too thin. You weren’t just Darry’s best friend anymore. You were his family. Their family.
And the gang noticed.
At first it started as a joke. Something Steve tossed out casually when you made him an extra sandwich one afternoon. “Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smirk before stuffing his face. You had rolled your eyes at the time thinking nothing of it.
But then Two-Bit picked it up and that was when the real trouble started. “Hey, Dar, your wife says I gotta do the dishes,” he’d called out one night, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “You really gonna let her boss me around like that?”
Darry while scrubbing the kitchen table down had barely looked up. “If she says to do the dishes you’ll do the damn dishes, Keith.”
That only made Two-Bit cackle. “Alright, alright.” He threw his hands up and got to work.
Even Ponyboy who was usually quiet and reserved had given Darry a rare, knowing smirk one day after dinner. “She’s got more authority in this house than you do Darry.”
And that was when Soda decided to take it personally. “Dar,” he sighed dramatically one night, kicking his feet up on the table. “You do realize you already got yourself a wife, right?”
Darry shot him a look. “Soda.”
“No, no,” Soda continued, waving a hand. “I’m just stating the obvious. You act like a married couple. You argue like a married couple. Hell, you even cook dinner together like a married couple.”
Ponyboy looked up from his book with an innocent expression. “You should just ask her out already. You basically act married anyway.” Johnny nodding along with him.
Darry frowned, like the idea had never truly crossed his mind before. He scoffed, shaking his head. “I—I don’t—”
“You do,” Soda cut in.
“You absolutely do,” Steve added from the couch.
And then, as if this entire ordeal wasn’t already a nightmare for Darry, Dallas Winston strolled into the room smirking like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Oh, hell, finally,” Dally drawled, plopping down on the arm of the couch while flicking his lighter open and shut. “Took y’all long enough to say it. I was about ready to spell it out in the damn sky.”
Darry groaned, rubbing his temples. “Not you, too.”
Dally snorted, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You’re real slow, man. Real slow. I mean, damn. You’re playing house over here, takin’ care of Pony, makin’ sure Soda don’t drink himself into a coma and then there’s your girl, who’s been stuck to your hip since before you had a damn mortgage on your shoulders. You’re tellin’ me you just realized it?”
Darry’s scowl deepened, but the tips of his ears went pink.
Dally exhaled a cloud of smoke before shaking his head. “Pathetic. You oughta be ashamed.”
Soda cracked up while Steve pounded the table. “Oh man, Dallas is calling you pathetic. That’s gotta sting.”
“Shut up,” Darry grumbled but at this point it didn’t matter. Because maybe, just maybe, they were right.
Maybe when you leaned against the counter laughing at something Pony said Darry had a hard time looking away. Maybe when you patched him up after a rough shift, scolding him for pushing himself too hard, he liked hearing the worry in your voice. Maybe when he watched you sitting on the porch with Ponyboy quietly listening to him talk about nothing and everything, something in his chest ached in a way he didn’t want to name. Soda was right. Dally was right. The whole damn gang was right. Darry had been in love with you for years. He had just been too damn stubborn to admit it.
It took him three days to work up the nerve to do anything about it.
He didn’t plan anything grand. That wasn’t your style. He just asked if you wanted to take a walk one night after dinner. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His shoulders tense in a way that had nothing to do with work. You didn’t question it but instead just fell into step beside him. The two of you walking quietly under the flickering streetlights with the night air cool against your skin.
Darry had never been one for fancy words, never been one to spill his feelings easily. But he had spent enough time swallowing them down. He cleared his throat before glancing over at you. “I… uh… I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time.” He blurted out.
You stopped walking and looked at him with wide eyes. “…Think?” You asked as he took you completely off guard with that one.
His ears burned red. “Fine,” he admitted. “I know.”
You let the silence stretch, dragging it out just to make him sweat a little longer, enjoying the rare sight of Darrel Curtis looking unsure of himself. Then after what felt like forever to him you grinned, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Took you long enough, Curtis.”
The gang lost their ever-loving minds when they found out.
Soda whooped so loudly he nearly fell off the porch, clutching his stomach as he gasped for breath. Two-Bit declared a national holiday and immediately started preparing for an imaginary wedding. Steve groaned, already complaining about how he was going to have to witness “gross couple behavior” for the rest of his life.
Dally, of course, took full credit. “I mean if it weren’t for me he’d still be sittin’ there lookin’ confused.”
Pony just rolled his eyes and muttered, “God help us all.”
And Johnny?
Johnny just smiled, shaking his head, because he had seen it coming long before Darry ever did.
Two years had passed since Darry finally pulled his head out of the sand and asked you to be his girl. Two years of late-night talks on the porch, of shared laughter over burned breakfasts, of feeling light in a way neither of you had since the world had come crashing down. Loving Darry wasn’t always easy. He carried too much weight on his shoulders, worried too much, worked himself too hard. But you wouldn’t trade a second of it. Because the truth was you had always been his, long before he ever admitted it.
But time hadn’t stopped moving, hadn’t let you stay frozen in those golden moments forever. Life had changed. It had hardened in ways you never could have predicted. Johnny was gone. Dallas, too. The grief still clung to the gang, settling into the spaces they once filled, but it didn’t break you. Not completely anyway. You had all learned how to carry it. How to live with the loss without letting it consume you.
And somehow through it all Darry never let go of you.
You weren’t just his best friend anymore. You weren’t just his girl. You were his. And he was yours. The one he reached for at the end of a long day. The one he trusted to see the parts of him he hid from everyone else. And if there was one thing Darry Curtis knew with absolute certainty it was that he didn’t want to spend another day without you.
Which was exactly why he had a ring stashed away in a place even Two-Bit couldn’t find.
Darry Curtis was going to propose.
And unfortunately for him that meant getting the gang involved.
He knew it was a mistake. Knew it the second he opened his mouth. But Darry wasn’t the kind of guy who did things halfway and if he was going to ask you to marry him he was going to make it something special. Nothing too grand because you’d hate that. Always had. But something special for the two of you.
Which is why, for better or worse, he found himself sitting in the Curtis living room watching as Soda, Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve absolutely butchered what was supposed to be a simple proposal plan.
“Alright, hear me out,” Two-Bit said, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye that immediately made Darry regret every life choice that led to this moment. “What if we set off fireworks?”
Pony sighed, already rubbing his temples. “Two-Bit, you can’t even light a match properly.”
“Okay, fine, but what about—”
Soda cut in with a grin. “What if we get a horse?” Darry groaned. This was going to be hell.
Darry leaned back in his chair rubbing a hand down his face as he listened to the absolute train wreck unfolding around him. He wasn’t sure why he thought this would be a good idea. He knew these idiots had no sense of subtlety or reason. Here he was regretting everything as Steve pushed forward with what had to be the worst romantic advice he had ever heard.
"Listen, Dar," Steve started, crossing his arms like he was some expert on the subject. "The key to a solid proposal is shock value."
Darry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Shock value?"
Steve nodded like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, man. You gotta catch her off guard! I’m talkin’ like bam! Just drop the question mid-conversation. Like, when she least expects it. Keeps things exciting."
Soda nearly fell out of his seat laughing. "Mid-conversation, Steve? What, you think Darry’s gonna be talkin’ about groceries and just throw in a ‘hey, wanna get hitched’ in between tomatoes and bread?"
Steve shrugged. "I’m just saying, girls love surprises."
"But she doesn’t," Pony muttered, shaking his head. Steve just shot him a glare and shrugged.
"Now me," Two-Bit cut in, pointing to himself, "I got class. Darry, you should definitely propose at the drive-in."
Darry sighed regretting this entire conversation. "The drive-in."
Two-Bit grinned. "Yeah! During a horror movie." Silence filled the room.
Pony just stared at him, looking almost pained. "During a horror movie?"
"Yeah, picture it!" Two-Bit leaned forward, waving his hands dramatically. "You wait till the scariest part like when the monster’s about to pop out then you drop down on one knee! She’ll be so freaked out she won’t even think, she’ll just say yes!"
Steve snorted. "Or scream and knee him in the face."
Soda wiped tears from his eyes finding far too much enjoyment for Darry’s liking. "Oh man, I wanna see that."
Darry groaned. "There is no way I’m proposing during a damn horror movie."
Two-Bit just shrugged. "Your loss. Could’ve been legendary."
Pony, ever the poet, sighed dramatically while slipping his notebook open. "You should do something meaningful, Darry. Something with depth. A real moment between you two."
"Not happening," Darry shot back immediately.
"You didn’t even let me finish!" Pony huffed at his eldest brother.
"Because I already know whatever you’re about to say is gonna be too complicated."
"It’s not complicated! I was just thinking—"
"No poems, Pony." Darry sat back in the couch, reeling.
"But—"
"No."
Pony scowled while muttering under his breath about how nobody in this family appreciated literature. Meanwhile, Soda was having the time of his life watching his usually cool, collected big brother flounder like a fish out of water. He was positively thriving in Darry’s misery.
"Damn, Dar," Soda chuckled, slapping a hand on his back. "You’re really sweatin’ this, huh?"
Darry shot him a glare. "Of course, I’m sweatin’ this, Soda. I’m trying to propose to the woman I love."
Soda just grinned. "I know and it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen."
Darry sighed again, realizing that this was the moment he had officially lost control of the situation. But after what felt like hours of absolute nonsense, Darry had finally managed to wrangle the gang into something resembling a plan. It took a lot of patience, a lot of vetoing bad ideas (he was never letting Two-Bit near fireworks, and Steve was absolutely banned from giving further input), but somehow, against all odds, they had pulled it together.
The final decision? A simple, quiet dinner at the Curtis house. Nothing too fancy, nothing too showy, just something that felt right. The gang would help set it up, make sure everything was perfect, and then he’d finally ask the question that had been sitting on his tongue for months.
That was the plan.
Now all he had to do was actually go through with it.
Which, as he stood in the middle of the miraculously clean Curtis kitchen and adjusting the collar of his shirt for the hundredth time, suddenly felt a lot harder than he expected. His hands felt clammy, his stomach twisted up in knots, and for the first time in a long time Darry Curtis felt nervous.
Soda noticed immediately. "Would ya quit fidgeting?" his younger brother teased, nudging him with his elbow. "You look fine. Better than fine, actually. You sure you’re not the one gettin’ proposed to?"
Darry shot him a glare. "Not helping, Soda."
Soda just grinned, utterly unbothered. "What, you nervous?"
"No," Darry lied, adjusting his sleeves.
Steve snorted from across the room. "Yeah, okay, sure. You’ve been checking your watch every thirty seconds, Dar. If you get any more worked up you’re gonna pass out before she even walks through the door."
Darry groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hate you guys."
Two-Bit clapped him on the shoulder, looking way too proud of himself. "You’ll thank us when she says yes, big guy. I mean if she says yes—"
Steve smirked. "Oh yeah, she could say no."
Soda gasped dramatically. "Oh man, what if she laughs?"
"Y’all are the worst," Darry muttered, shaking his head.
Ponyboy took pity on him. "Relax, Darry. She loves you. You could probably propose with a burger and a milkshake, and she’d still say yes."
Darry exhaled his shoulders dropping slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
But even as he said it the nerves didn’t fade. Not completely. Because this was it. The moment he was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. And then as if fate had been waiting for just the right second to make his heart damn near stop, there was a soft knock at the door.
Soda grinned. "Showtime."
The second the knock sounded at the door. Darry felt his stomach drop. He had faced down Socs in street fights, worked brutal shifts in the heat of summer, taken on the responsibility of raising two younger brothers before he even hit his twenties. But nothing had ever made his hands sweat like this.
Soda, grinning way too much, clapped him on the back. “Alright tough guy, don’t choke.”
Darry shot him a glare before jerking his thumb toward the back door. “All of you, out. Now.”
Steve scoffed. “Aw, c’mon, we can’t even watch?”
“No.”
Two-Bit groaned dramatically but he was already halfway to the back door, grabbing a roll off the table as he went. “Fine, fine, we’ll leave you to your romantic moment. But if you pass out, I’m comin’ back to revive you.”
Pony smirked but gave Darry a reassuring nod before following the others outside. Soda, the last to leave, wagged his eyebrows and whispered, “You got this.” Then he was gone, and the house was finally quiet.
Darry took a deep breath. This was it. No turning back now.
He opened the door, and there you were just back from your shift looking tired but beautiful as ever. Your brow furrowing slightly as you stepped inside.
Your eyes swept across the house taking in the shockingly spotless living room and the lack of boys sprawled across the furniture. The warm scent of something home-cooked lingering in the air. Your lips quirked as you turned back to Darry. “Alright, what’s going on? Did you finally scare the boys into cleaning up after themselves?”
Darry smirked but the nerves in his stomach twisted tighter. “Not exactly.” You narrowed your eyes slightly about to ask another question, but then he stepped fully into the light, and your words caught in your throat.
Because damn. Darry was always handsome. Annoyingly so. But tonight? Tonight, he looked unfairly good. He was freshly shaven, dressed up in a button-down shirt that fit just right. His usually messy hair combed back neatly. Your gaze flicked over him, then back up to his face, and you arched a knowing eyebrow.
“Well, don’t you look nice,” you teased, stepping closer. “What’s the occasion? Got a hot date?”
Darry exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “Something like that.” He took your hand, his grip warm and steady despite the fact that his heart was racing. “Come with me.” You let him lead you toward the kitchen, curiosity flickering in your expression. And when you stepped inside your breath caught.
The table was set for two. A candle flickering softly in the center with plates arranged neatly with a home-cooked meal that was definitely not thrown together at the last minute. The room was quiet, intimate, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of the Curtis household.
Your heart squeezed, warmth blooming in your chest. “Darry…”
He swallowed hard, suddenly finding it a lot harder to breathe. His grip on your hand tightened as he turned to face you fully. “Look, I—I had a whole speech planned,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But now that you’re here, I—” He huffed out a nervous chuckle. “Damn. I’m sweatin’ this.”
You grinned. Your voice soft. “Take your time, Dar.”
He looked at you then, really looked at you and suddenly, the nerves didn’t matter so much. Because it was you. You had been there for everything. The good, the bad, the downright impossible. You had stood beside him when the world turned dark, made him laugh when he thought he’d forgotten how. You reminded him that he wasn’t alone even when he tried to carry everything on his own shoulders. He had been in love with you for longer than he cared to admit. And now, he was going to make damn sure he never had to go a day without you.
So, before his hands could shake. Before his voice could waver, Darry dropped down on one knee.
Your breath hitched, eyes widening, hands flying to your mouth as you took a sharp step back. “Oh my God.”
Darry let out a breathless laugh. “Not exactly what I was hopin’ for.”
You squeaked, actually squeaked, and Darry grinned despite the nerves rattling his chest. He pulled a small box from his pocket, flipping it open to reveal a simple but beautiful ring. His heart was pounding but his voice was steady.
“I love you,” he said with no hesitation. “I’ve loved you since before I even knew what that meant. And I know I ain’t always the best at sayin’ it, but you’re… you’re everything to me, darlin’. You always have been.” He exhaled, steadying himself. “So, what do you say? You wanna make it official? Would you marry me darlin’?”
You stared at him for a long second. Your eyes glassy with emotion, your hands still pressed against your mouth. Then, suddenly, and rather violently, you nodded. “Yes,” you gasped, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Yes, Darry, of course yes.”
Relief and joy crashed over him in one overwhelming wave and before he could blink you were throwing your arms around his neck kissing him like you had been waiting for this moment your entire life. He laughed against your lips, one arm winding around your waist as he held you close while the other slipped the ring onto your finger.
It fit perfectly. Just like the two of you always had.
The gang had lasted all of two and a half hours before their patience ran out.
They had tried to keep busy. Soda had challenged Steve to a dumb arm-wrestling contest, Two-Bit had thrown rocks at a can for way too long, and Ponyboy had at least pretended to read. But in the end they all found themselves back on the Curtis porch sitting on the steps, leaning against the railing, restless and nosy as hell.
Soda huffed, drumming his fingers against his knee. “Alright, how long does it take to say yes?”
Steve snorted. “Long enough for Darry to pass out from nerves, apparently.”
Pony rolled his eyes. “She said yes. There’s no way she didn’t.”
“Yeah, but what if she made him sweat first?” Two-Bit smirked. “I woulda dragged it out just to mess with him.”
“Oh, no doubt,” Soda agreed, grinning. “Bet he was sweatin’ bullets.”
Steve stretched out with a groan. “Y’know, we could just knock and pretend we left somethin’ inside.”
“Or,” Two-Bit said, wiggling his brows, “we could just walk in.”
Soda shot up, hands on his hips. “Y’know what? Screw it, I’m goin’ in...”
The door swung open. And there you were. The porch went dead silent like they’d all been caught. Soda, frozen mid-step. Two-Bit, mouth still open from whatever nonsense he was about to say. Steve, looking like he had just been smacked upside the head. Ponyboy looking nervous as hell.
You took in the sight of them camped out like kids waiting for Christmas morning and sighed. “You guys—”
Two-Bit threw his hands up. “Alright, enough suspense. Did he do it?”
Rolling your eyes, you held up your hand, letting the porch light catch the ring.
And just like that, all hell broke loose.
Soda whooped so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard. Two-Bit nearly knocked Steve off the railing in his excitement. Steve let out a long, low whistle and nodded approvingly. Ponyboy, though less dramatic, cracked a rare grin.
Then, the chaos really began.
“I knew it,” Two-Bit declared, shaking his head. “Darry Curtis, officially a taken man. Say goodbye to your freedom, big guy.”
Darry, who had just stepped up behind you, sighed. “Two-Bit.”
“Hey, it’s true!” Two-Bit grinned. “Speakin’ of which, let’s get to the important stuff. I should be the Best Man.”
Darry blinked. “I—I haven’t even thought that far ahead—”
“Well, think now!” Two-Bit pointed at himself. “I got all the qualifications. I’m fun, I got style, and I’ll throw one hell of a speech at the wedding.”
Pony groaned. “God, please no.”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t make it poetic and sappy,” Steve scoffed. “Guarantee Pony’s already writing some tragic love poem about the engagement.”
Pony huffed, crossing his arms. “I am not.”
Soda squinted at the notebook tucked under his arm. “Then what’s this, Mr. Shakespeare?”
Pony smacked him. “Shut up.”
Meanwhile, Steve turned back to Darry, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Alright, now that the proposal’s outta the way, let’s talk bachelor party—”
“No.”
Steve scoffed. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t!”
“Yes, I do,” Darry said firmly.
Steve clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically. “Man, you are no fun.”
“You say that like it’s news.”
Amid all the teasing, the bickering, the relentless chaos, something settled deep in your chest. Warm and certain. The gang wasn’t the same as it had been before. Some wounds never fully healed. Some people never came back. But this family you had built. This love that surrounded you, it was still here. And Darry with his steady hands and steady heart was yours.
You leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you instinctively, and grinned. “You ready for this, Curtis?”
He looked down at you, eyes soft, and squeezed your hand. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I am.”
The chaos eventually settled, eventually. The gang, satisfied with their relentless teasing, finally backed off leaving you and Darry standing together on the porch as the laughter and bickering faded into the night. Soda was still grinning like an idiot, Two-Bit was loudly arguing with Steve over something completely irrelevant, and Pony had already wandered off probably to scribble something poetic about love under the stars.
But none of that mattered. Not really. Because Darry was looking at you. His hand was still wrapped around yours. His thumb tracing small circles along your skin, his grip warm, steady and sure. For a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, right now, he looked lighter.
You turned toward him, tilting your head. “So,” you murmured, voice softer now that the gang’s voices were fading. “You really nervous, or was that just a trick to make me feel special?”
Darry huffed a quiet laugh while shaking his head. “Nah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was nervous as hell.”
You grinned. “Didn’t seem like it.”
“Liar,” he said, and you laughed because, okay, maybe you had seen the way his hands had trembled just a little when he opened the ring box.
He exhaled, looking down at your joined hands, at the ring now sitting on your finger. His voice dropped lower, softer. “I meant every word, y’know.”
“I know,” you said, your chest aching in the best way.
He lifted his gaze. Those deep, stormy-blue eyes locking onto yours, something so full in them that it nearly stole your breath. “I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time he had said it and it wouldn’t be the last. But something about this moment with the porch light casting a soft glow over him, the gang still bickering in the background like nothing had changed, the quiet between you two stretching warm and safe, made it feel like the most important time he had ever said it.
You smiled, stepping closer, resting your forehead against his. “I love you, too, Dar.”
His arm slid around your waist, pulling you in close, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. One that held every promise he had ever made to you without needing to say a single word. And as you stood there, wrapped up in each other, the laughter of your family echoing behind you, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.
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Sodapop curtis x Soc! Reader
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Sodapop x soc! Reader
Fem! Reader
Last part!
Not like them
Soda was nervous.
Like, really nervous.
He leaned against the porch railing of the Curtis house, running a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time. Ponyboy noticed immediately.
"You're pacing," Pony said, narrowing his eyes. "You only do that when you’re about to do something dumb."
Soda shot him a look. "It ain't dumb."
Darry stepped out from the doorway, arms crossed. "Then what is it?"
Soda hesitated. "…I'm bringing her over."
There was a pause.
Two-Bit let out a low whistle. "You mean the girl? The Soc?"
Dally, slouched in a chair nearby scoffed. "This oughta be good.
"Soda's jaw tightened just a little. "She's not like that."
Darry didn't look convinced. "Soda-"
"She's not," Soda repeated, firmer this time.
Before anyone could argue, you were already walking up the path.
And suddenly, every eye was on you.
You felt it immediately, the shift in the air, the tension. The way their expressions hardened just slightly, like you’d stepped somewhere you weren’t supposed to be.
“Uh… hi,” you said softly, offering a small smile.
No one smiled back.
Two-Bit leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You lost, princess?"
Your smile faltered. "No, I..Soda invited me."
Dally let out a dry laugh. "Course he did."
Ponyboy didn't say anything, but he looked uncomfortable, glancing between you and Soda.
Soda stepped forward quickly, his voice gentle. "Hey, it’s okay." He reached for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Guys, this is-"
"We know what she is" Dally cut in.
The words hit harder than you expected.
Soda's grip on your hand tightened. "Knock it off."
Darry stepped in then, not as harsh, but still guarded. "Look…nothing personal. It's just how things are."
You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "I get it."
But your voice came out quieter than you meant it to.
Soda noticed. Of course he did.
"Hey," he murmured turning to you, his tone soft again. "C'mon."
He led you away from the porch, down the steps and toward the street, not even looking back.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The sound of your footsteps filled the silence.
"I'm sorry," Soda said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. "They just… they don’t know you yet."
You shook your head, forcing a small smile. "It's okay. I mean…I am a Soc."
He stopped walking.
"No," he said, turning to face you. His eyes were steady, serious in a way you didn’t see often. "You're you. That’s it."
Your chest tightened a little. "They don't see it that way."
"I do."
The words were simple, but they hit deeper than anything else.
You looked down, then back up at him. "You shouldn't have to choose, Soda."
"I'm not choosing," he said immediately. "I just… want them to see what I see."
"And if they don't?"
He smiled then, soft, a little crooked, but still so warm it made your heart ache. "Then they're missing out."
You let out a quiet laugh, stepping closer. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"Yeah," he grinned. "I've been told."
For a moment, everything felt okay again.
Then you heard footsteps behind you.
"Hey!"
You both turned. Ponyboy was jogging up, slightly out of breath.
"Look," he said, glancing at you, then at Soda. "They're…they're just being stupid. Not all of us think like that."
You blinked, a little surprised. "Really?"
He shrugged awkwardly. "I mean… I don’t know you yet. But…you don't seem so bad."
Soda laughed. "Wow, Pony, what a glowing review."
Pony rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
You smiled, the tension easing just a little.
Back on the porch, Two-Bit was watching, nudging Dally. "Told you she’d stick around."
Dally didn't respond, but he wasn't laughing anymore either.
Darry sighed, rubbing his face. "We'll see."
Down the street, Soda reached for your hand again, lacing your fingers together.
"Give 'em time," he said softly.
You squeezed his hand. "Only because you asked."
He grinned, leaning in just a little closer. "Good. 'Cause I'm kinda planning on keeping you around."
Your heart did that little flip again.
"Yeah?" you teased.
"Yeah," he said bumping your shoulder lightly. "You're worth it."
Soda didn't look back when he took your hand and led you away.
The voices from the porch faded behind you, muttering, a quiet scoff, the creak of the wooden steps but none of it mattered as much as the way your chest felt tight.
You hadn't expected it to hurt.
But it did.
The two of you walked in silence for a while, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles like he was trying to ground you.
"I'm sorry" Soda said again, softer this time.
You shook your head, though your voice came out small. "You don't have to keep apologizing."
"Yeah, I do.." he muttered. "They shouldn't've done that."
You glanced at him. "They don't know me."
"That ain't an excuse." His jaw tightened just slightly. "You didn't do nothin' to them."
You didn't respond right away. Instead, you focused on the sound of your footsteps the way the sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, painting everything gold.
"I just…wanted them to like me," you admitted quietly.
Soda stopped walking.
That made you stop too.
He turned to you, eyes softer now something almost protective in them. "Hey," he said gently, lifting your chin just enough so you had to look at him. "You don't gotta prove anything to them."
You swallowed. "It just would've been nice."
His expression softened even more.
"…Yeah," he said quietly. "I know."
For a second, neither of you spoke. Then suddenly..
Soda clapped his hands once, like he was making a decision.
"Okay, new plan."
You blinked. "What?"
He grinned, and just like that the heaviness lifted a little. "I had this whole date planned anyway. Was gonna introduce you and then do it, but…" he shrugged, lacing your fingers together again, "guess it’s just us now."
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "A date?"
"Oh yeah," he said, puffing up slightly. "A real one. Sodapop Curtis special."
You laughed softly. "I'm a little scared."
"You should be," he teased. "I got a reputation."
"Of what?"
"Being amazing."
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now.
First stop was the DX station.
It wasn’t fancy..far from it, but Soda lit up the second you got there, hopping behind the counter like it was his stage.
"Welcome," he said dramatically, grabbing a paper bag, "to the finest dining establishment in Tulsa."
You giggled, leaning against the counter. "Wow. I'm honored."
"Yeah, yeah.. don't get used to it." He winked, tossing in snacks. Candy, chips, a soda bottle. "On the house. Don't tell Steve."
"Your secret's safe with me."
He leaned closer over the counter, lowering his voice playfully. "Good...'Cause I could get fired."
You raised an eyebrow. "You're still giving me the snacks."
He grinned. "Worth it."
Next, he took you walking.
Not anywhere special, just down the streets..past houses and empty lots, the warm air brushing against your skin. But somehow, with him beside you, it felt different.
Lighter.
At one point, he kicked a loose rock down the sidewalk glancing at you. "You still okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah...Better."
He studied your face for a second, like he was making sure. Then he smiled, softer this time.
L"Good." he said. "Was worried I messed up your whole day."
"You didn't," you said quickly. Then, quieter, "Actually…this is kinda my favorite part."
His grin came back, slower but brighter. “"eah?"
"Yeah."
By the time you reached the park, the sky had turned that soft pink-orange color again.
Soda dropped down onto the grass, pulling you with him. “Ta-da,” he said, gesturing around. “Nature.”
You laughed, sitting beside him. “You really went all out.”
“I know, I know. Hard to compete with this level of romance.”
You bumped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
For a while, you just sat there. Talking about random things—your old school, his brothers, dumb little stories that didn’t matter but somehow meant everything.
At one point, you leaned back on your hands, looking up at the sky. “It’s really pretty here.”
Soda glanced at you instead of the sky.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is.”
You turned your head, catching him staring. "What?"
"Nothin,'" he said quickly, but he was smiling.
"You're such a liar."
"Only sometimes."
As the sun dipped lower, the air cooled just a little.
Soda shifted closer your shoulders brushing. Then, slowly, like he was giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached for your hand again.
You didn't pull away.
Instead, you intertwined your fingers with his.
He let out a small breath, almost like relief
"You know" he said after a moment, voice quieter now, "they'll come around."
"Maybe," you said.
"And if they don't…" he shrugged, squeezing your hand, "…I still got you."
You smiled softly. "And I’ve got you."
He turned to you then really looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world.
"You're not like them," he said. "You never were."
Your heart did that familiar little flip. "And you’re not like what everyone says either."
He grinned slightly. "Good."
There was a pause.
Then..
"Can I kiss you?.." he asked, suddenly a little shy.
It caught you off guard, but it made your smile grow.
"Yeah," you said softly.
He leaned in, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to mess it up. His hand tightened slightly around yours as his lips brushed against yours. Soft, warm, a little hesitant at first, then just right.
When he pulled back, he was smiling.
"Yeah," he said under his breath. "Definitely worth it."
You laughed quietly, leaning your forehead against his.
"Best date ever?" he asked.
You smiled. "Best date ever."
And for a few hours, away from labels and expectations and everything that tried to pull you apart.
Summary: you and ponyboy decide to walk together to school, it’s a cold morning, and ponys a gentleman !
Warnings: none ! pure fluff todayyy
Word count: 812
7:06 am
“Sweetie get up it’s time for you to get ready for school!” your mother’s voice could be heard from the stairs.
you groaned loudly into your pillow, reluctantly getting up from your comfy bed. as you were getting ready for school you noticed that it was quite cold in your room, it was already december so you knew it was going to be cold but it felt even colder today.
when you finished getting ready you walked through the front door, slightly shivering from the cold morning air. yes you did have a sweater on, it was just super thin, so it didn’t really help much, not to mention your school is like 30 minutes away.
as you were walking to school, you noticed a boy coming out of a small house around the corner you were going to pass. it was a boy you had in a couple of periods. ponyboy curtis, a greaser. although he was never like the boys he hung out with, he was kind and generous. and to top it off, he was cute. you never really talked to him since you were a soc but sometimes you would when you guys were paired up for classes, he would always be respectful and nervous.
“alright, i’ll see yall later!” ponyboy said goodbye to his brothers as he was walking out the door. shoving his hands into his pockets in hopes of keeping them warm, and as he was walking he noticed the pretty girl he had in a few classes, y/n l/n. he noticed how she was shivering and clutching the strap of her book bag. they were going to walk in the same direction anyway, it wouldn’t hurt if they walked together right? he took his chances and walked over to her and matched her speed.
“hey, y/n right?” ponyboy asked her
you nodded and replied, “yeah, you’re ponyboy?”
he nodded back and said “i just figured since we are going the same way why not walk together, i hope you don’t mind, i can leave if you want-“
you cut him off with a small laugh at his sudden nervousness “no it’s okay, i don’t mind the company. it gets kind of boring just walking for 30 minutes with no conversation”
ponyboy, being the observant person he was, noticed the way you clutched the sides of your thin sweater closer to your body, and how you just shook in the cold. he frowned and asked
“why don’t you have an actual sweater? it’s going to be cold all day today y’know?”
you sighed and said “well i couldn’t find a proper sweater and now im stuck with this all day, so i guess i need to go shopping for something later.”
he shook his head with a small chuckle escaping his lips, his breath looking like smoke in the air.
“hey! don’t laugh, i’m going to be suffering all day!” you lightly hit his shoulder with a small laugh yourself.
“sorry! sorry!” he laughed out
after a few moments, he decided he had enough of your shivering and hitched breaths from the piercing cold air and pulled his sweater off of his frame and placed it atop of your shoulders.
you furrowed your brows in confusion as to why he would give you his sweater.
“why are you giving me your sweater? you need it”
“it’s fine, you need it more than i do. i think i have a spare in my locker anyway” he shook his head with a small smile tugging at his lips.
“are you sure?” your heart warmed at how sweet he was being.
“yes i’m sure y/n” he confirmed, fixing the sweater so that you could wear it fully.
as you adjusted the warm sweater, it was perfect. it almost fully covered your hands, it was a good length too.
“thank you pony” you smiled up at him contently, a small blush surfacing on your face.
“it’s no problem, really.” he returned the smile with his own blush tinting his cheeks.
you didn’t know if it was because of the now warm sweater on your body or the sweet interaction that just happened that made your chest feel even warmer.
you still felt a bit bad that he was going to be cold for the rest of the walk to school so you gently took his hand into your own and put them both in one side of the sweaters pocket.
he looked surprised at first but when he saw your flustered state he didn’t want to make it seem like he didn’t enjoy it so he just kept quiet. he turned his head to the opposite direction to try and keep his cool, his face warming up and a big smile going onto his face.
~ at least now the both of you will remain warm on this chilly morning ~
the enddddd, i hope yall enjoyed this one, i had a request in my inbox for ponyboy i just didn’t know what to write about and got a serious writers block. but as always, the inbox is always open, love yall !
