1. He wishes that his parent’s loved him like parents were supposed to love their children. 2. His mother cared about drugs more than she ever cared about him. 3. Dally knows that if there is a Hell, he has a first class ticket there… and he is okay with that. 4. When Dally met the gang, Mrs Curtis would treat him like her own son, it was the first time he had felt what love was truly like. The night she died he cried, he sobbed his heart out until he fell asleep. He still hasn’t gotten over her loss. 5. He doesn’t “make love” he fucks until he cannot feel a thing… he doesn’t know how to love someone, and his not quite sure that he ever will. 6.The only person he has ever truly cared about is Johnny, but God, he just didn’t know how to love the kid. 7. He prays every single night before he goes to bed, hoping that God hasn’t lost faith in him yet. His prayers always go unanswered. 8. He was in his first real gang at the age of 10, at age 12 he watched his best friend get shot in the stomach, he held his friend in his arms until the police arrived. He was carted away to juvenile detention. 9. His first night in Juvie was the hardest. He cried the whole time. 10. It turns out he loved Johnny. And he couldn’t stand to live in a world where an innocence like that was stolen. So he decided to die too.
Imagine this: little baby Sodapop Curtis, maybe two or three years old, barefoot and dressed in these little blue overalls his mother picked out for him, toddling around the park and picking every flower he sees and giving them out to all of the other little boys and girls. Eventually, he picks so many that Mr. and Mrs. Curtis have to pay to get them replanted.
1. He is awful jealous of Ponyboy, he knows just how much Darry has sacrificed to keep his family together, and Johnny craves to know a love like that. 2. Johnny has tried to kill himself, but he failed each time. 3. His biggest fear is dying young, unloved and alone. 4. Sylvia got him blind drunk to the point that he can hardly remember a single strand of information from the night before, but he woke up as naked as the day he was brought into this world. She used him. 5. Dally found out and boy was he pissed, but never at Johnny. No, he was pissed off at Sylvia, and boy if she wasn’t a girl, he’d have broken every bone in her worthless body. 6. Johnny’s mother cared about her son once upon a time. Until he grew up looking like the man that beat her senseless every single day. She began to hate Johnny with every fiber of her being. She told this to Johnny and he bawled his eyes out. 7. Johnny cried in Darry’s arms for hours on end the night they found him bloodied and broken, he begged Darry not to tell anyone. Darry didn’t utter a word about it. 8. When he was a child he would sit up in the trees and watch all the other little kids that had loving parent’s and he wondered why he wasn’t good enough to have a family like that. 9. The first time he felt love was from someone he didn’t share blood with. Mrs Curtis had been getting quite attached to the small greaser and when he stayed the night she would tuck him into bed right next to Ponyboy and tell them a bed time story, and then she would kiss them both on their foreheads, telling them both just how much she loved and appreciated them. 10. Each Christmas that passed he wouldn’t get a single thing, his parent’s always told him it was because he wasn’t good enough to get a present from Santa Claus.
— loves the rain
— also loves his leather jacket way too much
— seriously will he ever get a new one ???probably not
— taps his feet on the ground when he’s nervous
— has an anxiety disorder but hates telling people
— ^ the only person he told was johnny
— mrs curtis was his favorite person on the planet and was like a second mother to him
— he really misses his actual mom too
— likes looking at the stars on clear nights ,,,, also one time ponyboy brought him a book on constellations from the library and he acted mad but he actually really enjoyed reading it
— is weird about tying his shoes always and always having them clean
— he’s got a real nice smile when he’s genuinely happy
— he blushed ONCE ,,, and the gang made fun of him for like three weeks
Headcanon:#1 “Being best friends with Soda…” Characters:Sodapop/Oc
*He will always give you his jacket the moment the weather becomes brisk. *You both have an obsession with Elvis and go to the movie house to see his latest movies. *You’re comfortable enough around him to get undressed in front of him. *He gives you random little hugs when you’re least expecting it. *He’d never admit this to anyone, but, sometimes he lets you braid his hair. *You and Sodapop go to dances with Steve and Evie. *You are awfully close with Darry and Ponyboy, and when Mr and Mrs Curtis were alive, you were close with them too. *You had hated Sandy, you knew she was bad news from the moment you met her, and Sandy hated you too, she was always trying to stop Soda from seeing you, but Sodapop couldn’t go a day without speaking to you. *On particularly hot days you and Sodapop will share a bath and talk about things that weren’t particularly important. *He is always rude to your boyfriends because he knows they’re not good enough for his best friend.
Darry get’s called down to the office…. (Sister fic)
You knew he was going to be pissed something awful, and by God, you dreaded to see the glare you knew he was sure to be giving you the moment he walked through those doors.
“I know your parent’s have just died, Y/N.” The principle said with a soft, patronizing tone. “But that is not an excuse to hit somebody, especially a man, you are just lucky he was raised in a good home and doesn’t hit women.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You had risen from your seat, your hands on your hips as you stared down dangerously at him… but that was also the moment Darry decided to waltz through the room.
“Y/N, you sit your ass down, you’re in enough goddamn trouble as it is.” You looked at your brother and you saw the venomous look in his eyes, and that was enough to get you to shut up. You knew you were in for a spanking, Darry had threatened you with it before. He still saw you as a child even though you were 17 years old.
He sat down in the chair beside, all the while giving you his best glare. You knew he was pissed, he worked almost every day to provide for this family, and one day of work could make or break you.
“Thanks for coming, Mr Curtis. I was just saying to your sister that I know that she is under a lot stress because of the passing of your parents and I understand that, but it is not an excuse to hit another person, especially a man. She is lucky that the guy she hit was a fine fellow from a great family.”
“A great family?” You sneered as you got up from your seat. “He is a piece of shit and you’re his uncle, what does that say about you?”
“Y/N Curtis!” Darry snapped, not moving an inch from his seat, but his eyes met yours and you knew you urged yourself not to cringe, he meant business. You knew your ass was on the line- quite literally, but you didn’t care any more.
“You’re lucky he isn’t pressing charges, young lady.” The principle spat. “Now take your seat so we can discuss your punishment like adults.”
“Are you serious right now? He is lucky that I am not pressing charges for sexual harassment!”
“Sexual harassment?” Darry asked, looking up at you with wide eyes and then at the snake of a man. “What exactly happened here, Mr Thomas? Because your receptionist told me it was all my sisters fault.”
“He was snapping my bra straps down, hard might I add. I asked him to stop multiple times, and when he didn’t I hit him. He left bruises.” Mr Thomas’ face had gone bright red and he sank lower into his seat.
“Can I see them?” Darry asked softly, apologetically almost. When you nodded, he got up from his seat and gently pulled your hair back over your shoulder.
You felt him unzip your the top of your dress the slightest bit so he could see your back, and you could feel him tense up, a small gasp escaped his lips.
“Have you seen her fucking back?” Darry spat at the cowering Mr Thomas. Your brother never swore, but this time he was beyond pissed. “There’s not just bruises, there are welt marks.”
“Boys will be boys.” Mr Thomas muttered softly. “It doesn’t excuse her for hitting him-”
“Is that the excuse we’re using now? “Boys will be boys?” Does that excuse another man raping a woman? Does that excuse another man beating on a woman? Does that excuse your nephew from sexually harassing my sister?”
“He didn’t sexually harass her-”
“That is exactly what he did. She didn’t want him to do it, she asked repeatedly for him to stop it, and she is the one getting sent to the office and suspended because “boys will be boys?” you’re the most repugnant person I have ever met.”
“I’m not going to suspend her this time-”
“You’re right, you’re not. We are going down to the police station to press charges and I am going to the school board to have you fired, did you know the head is a woman? How do you think she is going to feel knowing that one of her staff members is allowing sexual assault?”
“I- I’m sorry- I”
“Let’s go, Y/N” Darry grabbed your hand gently and began to guide you out of the room, but you were staring at Mr Thomas, the usually proud man was unfolding before your eyes. His wide eyes were furiously tapping at the telephone to make a call, and small, short breaths were escaping his lips.
Darry walked you to the car and opened your door… but then he shut it and looked down at you.
“Baby I’m so sorry.” He sighed, all signs of anger were gone. “When she called me in, I was so pissed off, I had every intention of spanking you when we got home. I didn’t think for a second that maybe something serious had happened or that it wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry that I was so short-”
“You don’t have to apologize, I understand.”
“I love you kid, they’re not going to get away with it, you dig?” He wrapped his arms around you, being careful not to touch your back.
-This boy can eat an entire lemon without making a face -He’s actually a hella good cook since his parents never make meals for him -He doesn’t really like kids all that much bc he’s not too sure how to act around them? -When he was younger he used to pray every night asking God to not let his parents fight -He’s seen everyone in the gang at least cry once, but since he’s a good pal he doesn’t bug them about it -The teachers in school used to get mad at him for never bringing a lunch so Mrs. Curtis would make a lunch for Ponyboy to bring to him every day -Dally bought Johnny his jean jacket and he’s been wearing it ever since -He’s double-jointed -He’s obsessed with comic books and uses them as an escape from reality