#outsiders dr

Once I finished making “Smart Kid” I realized I wanted to elaborate on your efforts to make sure the Curtis home is stocked with supplies so enjoy. Reader is married to Darry Curtis (aka childhood Darry and reader being cute, also OC mentioned if you squint). 

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Being Darry’s married partner was not easy, nor was being a member (more by association) of the gang, and one of the few adults at that. But there were just some things about it that made it all so rewarding. Looking after a bunch of kids as they became men chief among them, of course. 

You had been young when you first learned about the closet. You were having a play date with Darry at the time (more like Darry AND his brothers AND every other greaser in the area, but that was pretty par for the course). It was tornado season and the weather got nasty, as it often did, with less warning than the adults in your life would have liked. 

Mr. Curtis promised you would all be able to stay over for the night and Mrs. Curtis asked you, “Would you mind helping me get some things?” 

You of course went with her and when she opened up the small closet you said, “Oh, you have a linen closet?” You had used a word that you had heard your own mother use, had seen the ‘linen closet’ where she kept extra bedding and odds and ends. 

You heard a laugh from Two-Bit and a teasing remark that made your face heat up. He was more than happy to correct you and call it a “coat closet.” 

“I’ll hang you in it, whatever it is, see if I won’t.” Darry said right back and shot you a smile as he came to help you and his mother. One of his dazzling smiles to boot. Young as you were you felt your heart flutter a little. 

“Sounds fancier to say ‘linen closet’,” Mrs. Curtis said encouragingly. “I like it.”  She handed you some blankets and a box of supplies to Darry. 

“Why don’t we make a fort?” Mr. Curtis asked and all the kids he and his wife had managed to gather inside, including you, heartily agreed. 

The storm was completely forgotten, at least for the kids, as everyone worked together. Lights were turned off and flashlights used. Enough packaged toothbrushes and clothes were available and handed out so eventually you and all the other kids had your teeth brushed and were settled in for the night. Darry had even bunked with you, although Two-Bit and Twig were not far and kept teasing the two of you until Darry chased them off. 

You felt so giddy spending the night over with so many friends, and right next to Darry no less. Just so perfect... 

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You looked at Darry, and he looked at you. It was tornado season and the first one since his parents passed. Which meant now the two of you were the adults making sure all of the “kids” were inside and safe and distracted from the storm. 

You had taken over where Mr. and Mrs. Darrel Curtis Sr. had left off. You knew the linen closet was full of everything that might be needed and if the storm got any worse the family was all going down to the storm shelter. But for now you got supplies. Made sure everyone brushed their teeth and changed and their dirty clothes were going to be washed tomorrow. 

When you and Darry made eye contact again, he suggested, “Pillow fort?” 

Before Dallas could finish his retort that they were all too old for it Sodapop and Steve were gathering cushions and Two-bit and Johnny were taking blankets from you and getting to work. The lights were turned off and the beams of flashlights lit up this mini kingdom. Scary stories shared and a lot of laughter drowned out the storm. 

My ‘The Outsiders’ DRself!

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･basics!

name: peyton curtis

age: 16

mbti: ENFP

height: 5’7(170cm)

ethnicity: irish, scottish

nationality: american

sexuality: bisexual

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

star sign: aries

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･personality!

positive traits: funny, passionate, caring, empathetic

negative traits: stubborn, sarcastic, argumentative

likes: The Beatles(my friends HATE The Beatles and tease me for my music taste CONSTANTLY), movies, eating

dislikes: most socs, bigotry, bugs

phobias: BUGS!!! ihatebugsihatebugsihatebugs

hobbies: reading, writing, watching movies, walking around town, drawing

skills: writing, drawing

languages: english

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･family!

darrel curtis:

- my oldest brother

- i love darry.

- he’s always been there for me no matter what

- he makes so many sacrifices for us

- i am so thankful for darry

sodapop curtis:

- older than me by a little over a year

- i think i have more in common with soda than i do with darry or pony

- really sweet but has a hard time opening up

- i work with him and steve at the dx

ponyboy curtis:

- my baby brother!

- lowkey annoying but i love him anyways

- would think brainrot is funny if it was 2025 in my dr

- i see him the most since we go to school together (he skipped a grade too so we’re in the same class)

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Gotten busy with class and the snowstorm but I’ve been wanting to write this forever. Technically a continuation of Not How We Wanted It, in which Darry marries Soc reader, but I’ll make sure to include any important details. Enjoy! 

Warnings: tiny tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff. Darry and reader are married but I wanted to include some reader with their brother in laws. 

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Balancing attending the local college, being married, and running a household was no small task. You were glad to shoulder your share of the load with your husband, but there were certainly aspects of your life which were less than ideal. You and Darry certainly hadn’t planned on getting married this way, on having to step into the daunting role of being the new leaders of the Curtis family, but here you were. 

One thing you had certainly learned was never under utilize the services life offered. You had managed to get out of having to sign up for student housing, which certainly helped with the costs. And oh, were you very much aware of the costs now. Your parents were able to help, sure, but you were very much aware of how much everyone involved had to give up in order for you to receive an education that would give you an opportunity for better after. And how much Darry would give up anything to be in your position, even if he never complained and persisted that you not give any of it up for him and his brothers. 

There was one cost you weren’t able to get out of, although you had tried your best. Your college had a rule that first-years had to sign up for a meal plan. It would have been cheaper to get it from home, you knew, but the school wasn’t budging, so you decided to make the most of it. As much as possible you had your meals on campus and always made sure to have plenty of...leftovers. 

Plates and utensils were often taken if your family had need for them and considering you had a gang full of teenage boys to look after that was a frequent need. You always brought some kind of bag with you with empty containers that would not remain that way when you left. You began to plan meals around what you would be able to get from the cafeteria and later serve. What items you could get that could be stored away for later use was of particular importance. 

You had been careful, at least, you thought you had, but to your infinite relief when the day finally came that you were called out about this behavior, the staff had been trying to help. They had noticed that you were rather ambitiously trying to wrap up some extra food while it was available, more than you would be able to hold safely in your current state. One woman finally offered to wrap them for you in foil and you never felt more grateful as some meat and sandwich items were carefully prepared and given to you. Enough for you to feed the boys for a time, several days at least. 

With time the staff began to know you. You did not divulge your full story, but they seemed to know or at least trust that you had reason for behaving this way. Their suspicions were confirmed one day when you needed to stock up and you wanted to surprise your brother in laws. The cafeteria offered for a cheap price access to their buffet style offerings and it being a Friday, you needed to stock up for the weekend and the week ahead. 

“We’ll just note you used your plan three times.” The worker said when you arrived with your brothers behind you. You blinked in surprise and took a moment to process what was being said, hesitant to believe what was being offered. Ponyboy seemed to catch on a lot quicker because he just said “thank you,” and went in. You quickly thanked the worker heartily and followed your brothers in as they excitedly took in all of the offerings. It was not anything that was completely new to them, the food anyway, but knowing that they had seemingly unlimited access to it and for free was temptation enough. They both got more than their fill while you focused on getting supplies for the days ahead and then your own meal. They wouldn’t always be able to, but the times that you could feed your brothers for “free” sure made it worth it. 

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“Can you get something other than bologna this time?” Ponyboy requested quietly when you got up to get him lunch. 

Since Darry and Sodapop had to work and Ponyboy was feeling better, but not a hundred percent, it had been up to you to look after him while he recovered. You had fretted about when you’d get a chance to stock up when Ponyboy had insisted he was fine enough to come. You looked at your brother in law sitting there looking miserable now he no longer had to put up as much of a front. 

“Glad you finally said something,” you responded. “I can’t stand the stuff.” 

I finally decided how I wanted the nickname “Cakes” to be brought about and now my idea has come into fruition. Technically could have made this Sodapop x Reader (platonic obvi) but you’ll see. He’s just so precious to me. 

Warnings: Mostly fluff, teasing, aged down reader (the majority of the gang are little babies), Reader likes Darry but Sodapop has a lil crush (so cute) 

Technically related to Watch Your Bike if you want some more Darry x Reader (aged down, meet cute) fluff. 

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You had a little admirer and it was the cutest thing in the world. Well, when it wasn’t a tad annoying. You came over to visit the Curtis family, more specifically your best friend Darry, frequently so that meant a lot of getting closer to his younger brothers. One in particular was very fixated on you and was almost devious about it. 

Sodapop. He absolutely loved it when you came to visit. It was all Mr. and Mrs. Curtis could do to get him and Ponyboy distracted long enough for you and Darry to have some time to play together alone. If you were in Darry’s room with him then guess who was trying to join. If you were watching television together then guess who was coming around to sit right between you two or, better yet, on your lap. 

He was masterful about it, too. Sodapop figured out that if Darry had to stop to go help their parents with something or help Ponyboy with something, then Darry would get a little exacerbated but would get up and help. And since you just happened to be alone and in need of company? Sodapop would come over and plop down on your lap if you were in front of the television or come play with you because "Mama says you shouldn’t ignore your guests." 

You figured it out one day when you were on the couch with Darry watching a show. Ponyboy, down the hall, loudly yelled, “Darry, can you wipe my butt?” 

Darry flushed immediately and avoided looking at you as he checked to see if one of his parents was available. 

“Darry, can you help your brother? I’m just about to take lunch out of the oven,” Mrs. Curtis asked nicely. Mr. Curtis was at work. 

Darry sighed and said something under his breath, and a soft apology to you, before he went down to help his youngest brother out. You didn’t think too much about it. Ponyboy was far enough along but not that far along in his toilet training so sometimes he needed help. You had gotten used to it after it had happened a couple times. 

It wasn’t until the coast was clear and Darry was helping Ponyboy that you noticed it. Sodapop came sauntering over, pleased as could be, and climbed up to join you on the couch. Once his head hit your shoulder you knew that was his way of asking for a cuddle and you wrapped your arms around him. Little devil. 

When Darry came back he stopped in the doorway when he saw you and Sodapop cuddling. You were too distracted by the show that was on to see Sodapop look at his older brother with a smirk. Match over, Sodapop had won. 

“Make room, they’re my guest.” Darry said this time, although usually he just sat down and let it go. 

“Sure.” Sodapop said and looked up at you. “Can I sit in your lap?” 

Darry was fuming but he did get to sit right next to you while Sodapop remained cuddled up with you, pleased as punch as he sat on your lap. 

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That kind of incident was not unheard of, so perhaps the next bit seemed inevitable. It was Sodapop’s birthday and a number of his friends had spent the night. In the morning, though, Sodapop seemed to be in a bit of a grouchy mood that was (unfairly but jokingly) attributed to the fact that you would not be able to join the festivities until later that day. The greasers all liked to tease about Sodapop’s attachment towards you and this day in particular Two-Bit was having way too much fun teasing Sodapop and stirring him up. 

It all came to a head at breakfast when Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were making enough to feed the small army of east side kids. You had finally convinced your parents to let you skip (reschedule) most of that day so you could spend it with the Curtis family and, to your infinite luck, your parents agreed to drop you off early. 

As soon as you stepped into the Curtis house your soft entrance was drowned out by Sodapop screaming, “I want cakes!” 

He was referring to pancakes but the real meaning had been lost on everyone. Two-Bit saw you had entered and said, “There’s your cakes right there!” 

The boys all went into giggles and you flushed a bit as you heard the usual jokes, especially the “Sodapop’s girlfriend is here,” but you were a bit distracted quickly putting his present down because Sodapop had climbed down from his chair and came barreling towards you. 

So there it was. Cakes. Two-Bit would later try and amend it a little bit, say something about how “it’s really because you’re so sweet,” but the nickname would live in infamy. The kids would forever call you “Cakes” even if most of them would forget the details of the incident that caused it in the first place.

Another younger meet cute moment idea I had so I figured I would go for it. Please bear in mind Reader is (if you squint really hard) hinted at being a Soc / new to town. This is when you and Darry are small so please keep that in mind as well. Enjoy! 

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Your parents had moved to Tulsa, first and foremost. You had looked around your new home, your new neighborhood and saw it was much the same as the one you used to live in, just..not right. You didn’t want to be here and perhaps that was why you did something you shouldn’t have. Your parents were busy making sure the movers didn’t break anything so you intentionally bothered them until they told you to scram. Your mother said not to leave the neighborhood and not to go further than a block, but you hadn’t paid any mind to that order either, did you? 

And that was how you found yourself quickly leaving the boring side of town, the one that all looked the same from your previous neighborhood only worse in your bitter mind. You pedaled around on your bike and found yourself going into a side of town your mother definitely wouldn’t want you to be in. After turning around and getting lost you found yourself downtown by the library. 

The library. That was a safe spot, you were sure, somewhere your parents wouldn’t be upset about when they discovered your little adventure. If they found out. You got off your bike and planned on just leaving it on the grass field leading up to the library. 

“You got a chain?” A voice asked and you jumped. You had somehow completely missed the young boy around your age sitting on the grass nearby. 

“No.” You said and seized him up. He looked big, a lot bigger than you, but somehow the idea that he might hurt you never crossed your mind. 

“You should get one. Someone could take your bike.” 

“Oh.” What else were you supposed to say? 

He looked at you. “Come with me.” 

“Why?” You asked, but as he stood up and started walking you found yourself following him. 

“Do you have any change?” He asked instead. 

“No.” 

“I don’t have enough for a bike chain.” 

He led you over to a gas station nearby. You stood there, unsure what to do, as he disappeared inside. Just as you were thinking you should head back or ask an adult for directions he came out with two bottles of soda. 

And that’s how you found yourself on the grass outside the library drinking a soda with Darry Curtis. You two chatted about things very lightly and he explained that he had two younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. 

You giggled at the names and said, “Like ‘My Pony Boy’?” Your father liked the song. Or, more accurately, your grandfather had and your father liked it. 

“Yeah,” Darry brightened up. “Most people don’t know about the song.” 

“Is ‘Darry’ short for something then? Your brothers have...’ 

“Unique names,” he said and you were glad because the best you could come up with was “odd” and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

“And no. I’m named after my dad.” You detected a hint of pride, but something else. Something that, if you were older, you would realize was more complicated than that. He was, for better for worse, the odd one out when it came to his father’s unique naming conventions for his sons. 

“Oh. Well you like your dad, don’t you?” 

He beamed and that hint of something else faded. He chatted about his dad eagerly as you two finished your sodas. It seemed like he had a cool dad and you were hoping you would get the chance to meet his family. 

“Are they going to come and get you?” You asked after realizing you and Darry had been out for a while. 

“Oh, they’re busy with my kid brothers,” Darry shrugged. “Are your parents coming?” 

You shook your head. “They’re busy unpacking. Just glad I’m out of the way.” 

His brows furrowed a bit and he looked at you. Finally, he said. “You want me to walk you home?” 

You blinked. “What? Why?” 

“You didn’t even have a bike chain. Do you even know your way home?” 

“Hey now.” You started to protest but you realized no, you had no idea how to get home and he was right. 

And that’s how Darry Curtis walked with you all the way to the nice part of town. It took a long while because all of the houses looked the same, but thankfully you eventually recognized your family car. 

“Thanks.” You said. “Any chance I can get you something?” You had no idea if your parents had anything for you to give him anyway but you felt a need to offer. 

“Just a glass of water, it’s hot out.” He said after you persisted a bit. 

You let him in, got him some water, and after he was done he stood on the porch. You slipped a bracelet you had made off your wrist and slid it onto his. “We’re friends now, right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, we’re friends. See ya around.” He said with a smile and went to leave. 

“Did you...make a new friend?” Your parent said friend as if they meant to say thug. 

I’ve had this idea for a long time and was super busy when Dally’s birthday apparently passed so here I am posting a short blurb now while I have the time and momentum.

Platonic, as it always is with the underage members of the greasers. Dallas being Dallas. Reader is implied (with wiggle room a mile wide) to be a member of the Curtis family. 

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Darry had been quite clear that you should arrange for someone to pick you up after your event. Normally he would have offered but it was going to be one of those nights where he had to work the double shift he was grateful for. At that point if you were desperate he would get you but it would be quicker for you to walk yourself. 

You had just planned on walking yourself, not taking the danger as seriously as you probably should have. When the event was over and it was dark you changed into something more comfortable and got ready to hit the road, saying goodbye to your friends and heading for home. 

Except you didn’t get very far. Right there on the steps was Dallas Winston, the Dallas Winston on a cycle you surmised he must have stolen. He was always going on about how easy it was to steal one of those and every time you saw him on one it was a different one. He was whistling and bothering some girls leaving the same event but as soon as you stepped into view he stopped and told them to scoot, as if he wasn’t the one bothering them. 

“Hop on.” He said when you came closer, not even bothering with a hello. 

For a moment, it occurred to you that someone might have seen through your scheme and sent him to fetch you. But, really, you knew Dallas enough by now, probably as well as he knew you. He lived in plausible deniability when it came to showing an ounce of concern and affection. 

“Do I even want to know where you got this?” You said and checked out the bike. You’d have to keep your bag on your lap and wrap your arms around him but you two would fit, probably. 

“Hop on,” he repeated instead of some kind of retort. Progress. 

You got onto said cycle and instead of racing like he normally would he practically drove like a granny. You weren’t sure if it was because inevitably you would tell someone (Darry) about this or because he genuinely was trying to be careful. Either way he got you home and dropped you off. 

“You going to come in?” You offered. 

“Nah, going to Buck’s.” As he often did. 

“Hey, Dally?” He made a noise, then spit. Now that was more like him. “Thanks.”