#thomas howell

[camo-ramo]

Rip Ponyboy Curtis you would have hated Thomas Howell

[hislion]

I ain’t doing a fancy ah apple for this trend, this is all ya getting boys 💪💪💪

[liliaaa4gia]

Hi love!! Can u do a ponyboy Curtis x childhood bestfriend fem reader where they knew eachother since kids and go to the Same school and used to do sleepovers and they do platonic cuddling and any and the reader secretly has a crush on him and you do any ideas?? I ran out of ideas like you could do like how they’re having a sleepover and reader confesses or anything you want

Yes this is so cute omg

“𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬”

“Hey, move over,” you yawned, nudging Ponyboy with your elbow.

He grinned sleepily and lifted the edge of the blanket for you. “Oh no, you’re the one who takes up all the space.”

“No your the one whose got all the blanket” you teased as you moved in closer, you were laying on the floor of the Curtis living room, your usual sleepover spot since you were little kids. Soda was out with Steve and Darry had picked up some work last minute, and the rest of the gang were god knows where so Pony took his chance and invited you around his since it was quiet.

It was a Friday night and Pony’s room had been too warm, so the two of you dragged blankets and pillows into the living room like you used to in third grade. Now, you were both older, still best friends, still doing sleepovers, but it was starting to feel a little different.

At least for you it did.

You were curled under a blanket beside him, and his arm naturally around your shoulders. He was always connected you in one way or another, olaying with your hair, holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder or even standing close enough to be skin to skin, and it always made your stomach twist into knots in the best and worst way.

You didn’t know when exactly you fell for him, it kinda just happened, maybe it was the way he always remembered how you liked your toast, or the way he looked at you during class when something funny happened, or maybe it was just… always there, deeply rooted and just blooming as you both grew.

The movie you’d been watching played quietly in the background, neither of you really paying attention.

“You ever think about how long we’ve known each other?” you asked softly, eyes on the ceiling, you weren’t trying to avoid his gaze, but since you were he could tell something was eating at you.

Pony tilted his head toward you. “Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, huh? You’ve basically been around since I learned how to spell.” He slightly snickered.

You smiled faintly. “Remember when we used to pretend the couch was a pirate ship?”

“‘Captain Pony’ and ‘Mermaid Y/N.’ Mom always took too many pictures and I’d get annoyed.” He reminisced, and shook his head.

You laughed gently at the memory, then fell quiet again, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t know what else to say. He glanced at you, narrowing his eyes, “What’s goin’ on? Your all quiet n stuff, what’cha thinkin about? Me..” he grinned and squeezed his arm around your shoulders, trying to open you up and read your thoughts.

You hesitated for a moment, then you whispered, “Do you think it’s weird that we still do sleepovers?”

Pony blinked. “What? No, I mean, it’s you. It’s aint weird.”

You nodded slowly, staring at the flickering screen. “It’s not weird to you… but sometimes I think it’s weird to me.” Then flickering your gaze down to your fingers as you started to fiddle with them out of nervousness.

His brows furrowed. “What. What do you mean?” His gaze pierced at you, he just wanted, needed you to look up at him and tell him the thoughts swimming in that head of yours.

You swallowed, voice suddenly a lot quieter. “Pony I- I don’t think I feel the same way I used to.” You then sighed, like you’d been holding it in for years.

He sat up a little, just enough to look at you more clearly. “What’re you saying y/n?”

“I mean— I still love this, being around you. I love the sleepovers and the way we’ve always had each other and being close, but it’s not just best friend love anymore. At least not for me.”

Silence. Oh no, no, no, no you were too nervous for this, it had just slipped.

You didn’t look at him, instead you’d already said too much, why not just lay it all out. “I think I like-like you pony, I have for god knows how long now and I didn’t wanna say nothing but-” you slapped a hanf over your mouth, why couldn’t you just stop damn talking.

He was just quiet for too long for your liking, your chest started to ache like your heart had dropped down through your body. You tried to stand and rushed out your next words “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just—”

He reached out instinctively but gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down “hey wait don’t go- I do. I do” he said, voice low. “I just didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me.”

You finally looked at him, lips parted, face tinted pink, eyes wide and heart thudding. “Wait… what? You do?”

He gave you a soft, shy smile. “Yeah. I thought I was just imagining things. But the way you looked at me sometimes… it didn’t feel like just a best friend look. I mean I tried to make it obvious that I wanted you but I’m not too good at it..”

You laughed a little, half-relieved and half-nervous. “So what now?”

Pony hesitated, then reached for your face softly and almost jittery, whispering as he leaned down and close “..can I kiss you?”

Your nodded wordlessly, letting him grab your face as your hand went softly around the back of his neck, his hair brushing past your fingers as you equally pulled him in, lips pressing in a featherlight kiss, the kind that made you feel sweet and messy and like fireworks had went off all at once.

When you both laid back down, his arm came around you again, and this time, your fingers laced with his.

“Still not weird,” he whispered into your hair.

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[sams-butt-dem0n]

love the gang breaking up with reader hcs!! could we get hcs of them getting back together though😔

A/N: Hey guyssss! So sorry that i haven't posted in a while, I was enjoying some time off before the dreaded work ethic takes over haha. I have had SO MANY people ask this (by that I mean like 5) but that's a LOT fort me. I love this idea so i hope you like my writing of it :)

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DARRY would take such a long time to realise that he regrets breaking up with you purely because he is such a busy man that he barely has any time to think about something other than work work work. He wouldn't know where to begin, what to say, when he was gonna have the time to even speak to you properly.

Luckily for him, you just so happened to be passing by the store he works in on weekends and he caught a glance of your figure walking past.

"Y/n!" He shouts, catching your attention. You roll your eyes as soon as you see him.

"What, Darry?" You say, standing still in the middle of the sidewalk. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, huh?"

"Look, y/n, please can I just talk to you," he says. "Give me five minutes."

"Five minutes. Max."

He takes a deep breath, looks down at his feet, and begins. "Look, y/n, I've been a real dickhead."

You nod. "Good start."

"I just want you to know that I never meant anything that I said to you. I was going through a lot of stress, you know how I get. I'm so beyond sorry. What is it gonna take for you to have me back?"

You chuckle and look up into his eyes, those eyes you had missed so much. "Oh, Darry," you say. "You don't need to beg for me back. I'll always be yours."

You pull him into a kiss, your arms around his neck and his around your waist.

"I love you."

SODAPOP would be running back to you the literal next day. He would sleep on what he had said and accused you of and immediately regret it in the morning. He would race out of bed, throw a comb through his hair and put whatever shoes he could pick up first on his feet before sprinting to your place.

He would bang at your window, most probably waking you up as it was about 8am on a Sunday and there was no way in hell you'd be up before 10.

"Soda? What the hell are you doing here?" You ask, anger layered in your voice.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry," he says, tears rolling down his face. It killed you to see him like this. "Please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong and I'm so sorry that i fucked things up but please baby I need you to realise that I was just beating myself up for no reason. I would never think of you as a cheater I just-"

You needed to cut off his rambling. Soda, stop. Just get in here before you freeze to death."

PONYBOY doesn't even feel any form of regret until a good couple of moths later, the pressure of school had worn off and he was exposed to the harsh reality of what he had done. Of course, it's typical of a man to only realise what they have lost months too late but it was worth a shot. Within an hour, Ponyboy was stood at your door with a bunch of flowers, a personalised poem he had written just for you, and all of your favourite chocolates.

"Ponyboy, what are you-"

He cuts you off. "Y/n please don't say anything until I'm done. If you're gonna kick me off your porch, please just wait until I'm finished."

You nod and he begins to read out his poem, causing tears to gather in your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Just like they had been doing for the past 73 days. He hands you a bunch of your favourite flowers halfway through his speech and continues, capturing your heart in a moment you shall never forget. How could you not forgive him after this?

DALLAS would take forever to even think of apologising to you and that's purely because of his bad boy ego he has going on. Like, what do you mean apologise? Do you know who he is? However, after about four months, Dallas finds a picture of the two of you from when you were together. You were sat beside him at the drive in, your legs laid over his and you had the largest beaming smile he had ever seen. God, he missed your smile. It was that moment where he realised he had thrown everything away.

And that's how you ended up in this moment, a beaten up and bloody Dallas Winston stood at your doorstep, begging for you to forgive him.

"please, y/n, I need you back," he says, spitting blood from between his lips. "I need you to say that everything is okay."

You weren't going to give in. Not until he said it.

"Please," he says, looking at you with such desperation in his eyes. Those eyes you had come to love endlessly.

He needed to say it. He still hadn't said it. Please, say it, Dallas, you thought.

"I'm sorry."

Without hesitation, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his; his arms finding their way around your waist, pulling you close. He had finally got you back.

JOHNNY would be exactly like Sodapop, realising he made a huge mistake immediately after he made it. However, due to his home life and lack of confidence in any scenario, Johnny would have no clue how to apologise or even approach you. Because of this, he asks Dallas, his best buddy, for help. Why on Earth you would ask Dallas Winston for relationship advice is anyone's guess, but he did it either way.

Surprisingly enough, Johnny's effort was very much appreciated by Dallas and he genuinely helped him develop a plan that wasn't completely offensive. Johnny obviously recognised and cut out the parts that were. And so, he knocked at your bedroom window after climbing up the gutter, and you welcomed him in, your eyes still sore from all of the crying you had done.

"Johnny? Why are you here?" You ask, sitting him down on your bed and pacing around your room, not knowing how to feel about the situation. Relieved? Happy? Angry?

"I missed you," he says. "and I'm sorry."

STEVE would spend weeks upon weeks mulling over the fact that he had not only ended things with you, but ended them over the phone. He didn't get to hug you one last time. He didn't get to kiss you goodbye. He didn't even see your face when he had told you that it was over. He didn't have to see the hurt - he heard it. He could hear your heart sink to your stomach; he could hear the tears spill down your cheeks, your sweet rosy cheeks; he could feel the anger running through your blood. He hated himself for it. So much so that he was pushing everyone away as punishment to himself, even Soda.

Fortunately, Soda had had enough of Steve being so depressed about what he had done that he went to fetch you himself. You were minding your own business in your bedroom when your mother came to tell you that someone was at the door for you. Expecting it to be one of your girlfriends, you ran to the door to greet her but when you were faced with Sodapop Curtis, your smile dropped.

"Oh, hey Soda," you say, coldly.

"Y/n, I know you want nothing to do with Steve anymore but-"

"No." You say. "I don't care what you have to say. That asshole deserves whatever is coming to him."

"Pleaser, y/n." Soda begs. "Just talk to him for five minutes."

And that's how you ended up sat on the Curtis's couch, alone in the living room with none other than Steve Randle. Obviously, all of the boys were listening at the door.

"Y/n, I've been such a fool," Steve begins, making you chuckle.

"You can say that again."

"I've missed you so much," he admits. "And I am so sorry for what I did to you. I know you can't possibly forgive me straight away but I'm begging you - give me one month to prove myself to you. Just one month, that's all I ask."

You sigh, look down at your hands and then back up at him. "Fine. One month."

You knew whatever he had planned was going to bring you right back. And that is why you said yes.

TWOBIT would win you back almost instantly. He was just the kind of person that you couldn't stay mad at. No matter how badly he had hurt you, the second he knocked on your car window at the drive-in, you knew you were screwed.

"I've noticed you avoiding me, you know?" He says, cocking his head to the side, looking around your car to see you're alone.

"Well done, Columbo," you say. "Do you want a gold star?"

He nods. "Yeah, that would actually be pretty beneficial."

You hated him. (You really didn't).

"Are you gonna let me in or what?" He asks. "I hope you know I'm not gonna leave until you let me in."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you crazy?"

He gives you a look as if to say 'Did you really just ask me that?'. He sighs. "Please just let me in."

You unlock the door and allow him to sit in the passenger seat beside you. You had never heard a silence so deafening.

"I'm sorry," he says. "You that I'm sorry."

It's true, you did know, because every time you saw him on the streets he would look at you with his pleading, begging eyes that you love so much.

"I know," you reply. "But how do I know you won't hurt me again."

I promise you with every inch of my being that I will never fuck you over," he says, grabbing your hand and looking into your eyes. "Please."

[ravissinghs]

I saw someone put the ponyboy and sodapop hug from the outsiders movie next to Rob Lowe and Tommy Howell reuniting and hugging and it BROKE me because they can't have patrick with them and I'll be thinking about this for the rest of my life

[themishening]

C. Thomas Howell: I had no idea this movie had a homoerotic undertone

Rutger Hauer: So basically I played this as if it was a fucked up love story

[luxurious-stallionlad]

Text: Abt to go get a haircut wish me luck!

[unicornboycurtis]

If anyone’s a fan of C. Thomas Howell, I made a group dedicated to him and his fans that only has 2 members. :( please join if you’re a fan!