#mediumverse

Ponyboy feels nothing as he looks around the funeral, there's no great sense of loss he'd been expecting, empty even when seeing Soda with tears streaking down his face.

2 - Raised.

Darry jerks to a stop, hand still raised in the air, his glare frozen on his face as the fridge door slams open so hard the hinges creak and it leaves an indent in the wall; Ponyboy also turns to stare, wide-eyed, as one of Two-Bit's beer cans comes rolling right between the two brothers to bounce against the couch leg.

3 - Down.

"Yeah well, Curly got himself put down years ago, so it ain't matter much what he thinks anymore." Angela's voice is flat, Ponyboy can't get over how different she was now.

4 - Hire.

Ponyboy shifts his weight as the well-dressed man walked straight towards him, he needed to make a good impression; not many folk would hire a dropout- "Mr. Curtis! I heard good things about you, Shane said you were the man for the job!"

5 - Focus.

Ponyboy blinks, vision blurry, Two-Bit's worried face barely coming into focus as something warm drips down the side of Ponyboy's face.

6 - Taste.

A heartbeat thundering so hard in his chest he can taste it as the lights flicker on and off like a strobe light overhead.

7 - Smirk.

Chills race up Ponyboy's arm as the breeze dies at the sight of the platinum blonde boy who sidles up to Benny's with a stolen crooked smirk; Ponyboy had almost forgotten what Dallas looked like.

Hear me out.

The taxi door slams shut behind Ponyboy and for a moment Ponyboy is so relieved to have escaped without Randy recognizing him he almost avoids the flood of nostalgia he should have been expecting.

The DX looked totally different and yet, somehow the same. A lot could change in twelve years, the cars pulling up to the pump were the wrong shape and the folk climbing out of cars dressed different, but the lot still had pop bottles and beer cans littered around. The hippies leaning against the wall were still dressed up in far too expensive worn clothes and still shot looks down their nose like the high-bred asses they were.

Another thing that didn't seem to have changed one bit was the cocky swagger of Two-Bit Mathews, who had that big grin on his face that spoke of trouble and whispered of danger- Ponyboy had missed that look.

"Well well well, if it ain't Ponyboy Curtis. Come to grace us stayers with his benevolence?" Ponyboy wants to feed into the joke but he's just so glad to see Two-Bit he can't help his own grin in response as the jokester grapples him into a loose hug- nearly taking him off his feet like the old days if it weren't for the strong gust of wind catching Ponyboy's jacket just right.

You Better run Little Hero cuz You’re Running out of Time. - Mediumverse glimpse, @hintonchallenge Hintonween

He didn't know how much time had past since the fire, since he took his last shuddering breath looking upon his two best friends, since he'd blinked his eyes open to the ash that remained of the church.

As the sun clears the horizon he turns away; after hundreds of days of the same view it had long since gotten old. Turning his gaze upon his own personal hell, or maybe it was meant to be heaven, forever stuck in that moment when he had locked eyes with Ponyboy and they'd shared a smile. The corpse of what might've once been holy ground greeted him.

A bare foundation now overgrown with crawling vines and nearly buried beneath layers of leaf litter, burnt remains of the wooden walls spread out over time, by rain and wind and the passing of time.

A storm had passed through sometime before he'd woken up, putting out the fire but not before it'd taken most of the building down. Baren remains of the podium and altar, there had been a statue of some religious figure that Johnny had forgotten the name of left on the table but it'd been taken by one of the few visitors.

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Here's a snippet from my Medium!Ponyboy au!

"Go, go!" Ponyboy hauls the haunted kid up by his jacket and pushes ahead of him as he stumbles, Rusty-James taking the momentum and running with it.

Chills race up Ponyboy's arms, every instinct in his head screaming at him that something was very wrong. The unnatural anger that permeated the graveyard was growing, overwhelming the lingering grief that hung in every burial ground.

A panic-heady glance over his shoulder revealed it- him- the revenant. The vengful spirit that'd come back and nearly killed Angela's kids.

Johnny Cade's hunched form stood in the middle of the path behind him, an endless stream of tears pouring from his eyes and raining upon the earth beneath him. Hands clenched tight in shaking fists that rattled the trees around them.

Ponyboy's chest hurts.

Hullooo!! :DD all from different wips!

Ponyboy nearly chokes on the memory of smoke and ash as he steps onto the hallowed ground; the corpse of the church had not withstood the test of time, withered and burnt as it was, there were still signs of recent activity. Scuff marks in the leaf litter, revealing the stone foundation beneath.

Those Late Nights Talking in the Dark, now I Stay up Alone. - Mediumverse

"I'm gonna kill 'em." Darry's voice is flat and cold, it sends chills down Ponyboy's spine and has Soda scrambling to get between their older brother and the door, pleading with him to not make any rash decisions; "I listened to ya, when ya told me it was just a simple crush, an' look now! He's got his fuckin' teeth in him!" Hot shame curls in Ponyboy's gut as he rests a hand on the brand, the ghost of Tim's curiosity prodding in the back of his mind.

You’ll Catch More Bees With Honey Dear but What Does Mother Know? - Timpony omegaverse

"I didn't talk, didn't say a word, I swear!" The kid's voice is strained and he stumbles, Dallas stepping forwards just in time to catch Ponyboy before he hits the pavement, his green-gray eyes half-lidded and bruised as he clings tightly to Dallas's arm.

It was not Your Fault but Mine. - mistreated by police promptfill

The faint ringing in Ponyboy's ears gets louder as he tugs the foil blanket tighter, icy water still slowly dripping down the strand of hair stuck to his forehead and his teeth chatter so loud he misses what the officer is saying. Red and blue flashing lights not helping his spinning head, not when everytime he blinks the red lights up the inside of his eyelids and all he can see is Johnny- "I'm gonna rewind the tapes, first you gotta tell me if it's gon' help your case or not, is there anything ya don't want comin' up in court?" Tim's voice comes quiet, nearly making Ponyboy jump at his sudden appearance.

I'm Dreaming of a Time and Place Where you and I Could Stay the Best of Friends. - fnaf au >:[

Dallas raises a single finger up to his lips, making a shushing motion with a wicked smirk painted across his face; Ponyboy can feel his eyes widen as the fire roars to life with a simple snap of Dallas's other fingers; he was a firebender, Dallas Winston was a fire bender. Ponyboy hadn't ever met another firebender; the sound of Johnny shuffling around by the creaky steps just outside the door has Ponyboy's mouth snapping shut. Right. They couldn't talk about it; not here, at least.

She clambers to put pressure on the nonexistent wound, ears ringing and muscles straining and still not confident she hadn't been the one shot until she's lifting a dry hand up into her blurry vision.

Angela bites the inside of her cheek to keep in the sob; forcing a hissing, shuddering breath through her teeth and blinking tears out of her eyes; Curly, the damned fool, finally went and did it now, stupid brothers; leaving her all alone.