-Ponyboy has woken up with boners more than a few times after some intense dreams about Ursula Andress while next to Soda. Out of embarrassment, he usually ends up sleeping on the couch the next night. -Soda has left condom wrappers in the back of Darry’s truck once or twice, and Darry really lays into him when he does it -UNTILLL one day Darry did the same (!!!) and Soda- heck, the whole gang- had an absolute field day teasing him about it -Darry blamed Two-bit when Ponyboy got drunk for the first time after their parents died and Darry only laid off when Ponyboy told him that he did it out of his own will and that it was his own choice that had nothing to do with Two-bit -Steve sometimes gets embarrassed over how often his dad kicks him out of the house, and instead of sleeping at the curtis’s, he spends the night in his car. Soda knows this and it drives him nuts that Steve won’t let him help. -Dally is honestly just as forgetful as Ponyboy; always losing his keys, wallet, sometimes a shoe in places but he’d never admit that he had miss placed something -Dally is Mr. “I knew it was there/ I meant to put in there” -Johnny blasts his radio in his bedroom when he’s tired of hearing his parents fight and yell -Steve once walked in on Johnny and Ponyboy practicing kissing girls on stuffed animals and he just slowly backed out of the room and none of them ever spoke about it again
Headcanons for Dally and Mrs. Curtis’ Relationship
A/N: Some of these are so sad but I hope you guys enjoy them
Word Count: 373
Headcanon Count: 26
Warnings: Death mention
Pairing: Dally Winston x Mrs. Curtis
- You better believe she adored that boy - Dally loved her almost as much as he loved his own mother - Mrs. Curtis fixed his jeans when they ripped at the knee - She made him soup when he was sick and made him lay down and rest - “Alcohol and tobacco will not get rid of your cold!” - “You ain’t my old lady. I’ll do what I want, got it? You can’t boss me around.” - Dally might have said that, but he didn’t mean it - Mrs. Curtis knew he didn’t mean it because while he didn’t apologize, he hugged her - Mrs. Curtis made Dally celebrate his birthday every year with cake, the gang, and a couple of presents - It’s the first birthday he’s had since he was in New York - Even then all he got was a hooker and a lost virginity - Mrs. Curtis bailed Dallas out of jail one time even though Mr. Curtis told her he needed to “learn his lesson” - Mrs. Curtis could always make Dally smile - Mrs. Curtis was the only one allowed to ruffle Dally’s hair - When a hood yelled something particularly obscene at Mrs. Curtis, Dally beat them worse than he had ever beaten almost anyone - The first time Dallas caught Sylvia cheating on him, Mrs. Curtis was there to comfort him - Mrs. Curtis was the one person allowed to visit Dally when he was in the cooler because she always put him into a good mood and convinces him to cooperate - Overtime, Mrs. Curtis convinces Dally to get into less trouble - The whole gang is miserable when Mr. and Mrs. Curtis die - Dallas is both sad and infuriated - That night, he gets so drunk that he almost dies from alcohol poisoning - Dally doesn’t go to the funeral - Afterward, however, he goes to their graves when it’s dark out and sobs - Dallas stays in the Windrixville church for a month after the Curtis parents death, causing the gang to be worried sick on top of grieving - When he finally does come back, the gang all hugs him - Bitter, furious, hurt Dally Winston hugs back and decides to stay because he knows that’s what Mrs. Curtis would have wanted
As absolutely weird as it sounds, in the 1990s, Muscular
Development magazine, usually dedicated to articles like “6 Ways to Build
Bigger Arms,” had a running comic strip by Lyman Dally about bodybuilding in space, Max Rep: Mr.
Astro Titan. Lyman Dally probably got the job because he designed the NPC logo. Max Rep was to bodybuilding what Speed Racer was to car racing. Crazy
characters, and subplots about jewel smugglers. Lots of coaches who say things
like “Max, if you get on that stage tonight…you’re going to die!” There was a
metaphor about the dangers of anabolics, where they transformed people into
Max Rep was a very working class guy, very Stallone. Never have I been so sure that a fictional character has a Harley Quinn-style Long Island accent.
His girlfriend was basically Zarya from Overwatch: a cute muscular gal with an
unusual hair color. She’s the one thing people remember, I guess for the same
reason that the only thing most people remember about 1,000,000 BC is that
Raquel Welch was in it.
“Hey,” you’re in the doorway of the Curtis home, your greeting gets Soda’s attention as he’s lazily stretched across the couch, the TV droning on in front of him. “You doin’ anything right now?"
He looks to you, to himself on the couch, and back to you, "I could spare a moment.”
“Good," you move to the end of the couch as you talk, batting at his feet, "I need your help with something.”
“Oh, really?” He sits up, curious, “And what would you need my help with?"
"You’ll see,” your mischievous smirk has Soda off his feet and following eagerly behind you out of the house.
The shed out back of your house is stuffed to the point of no entry. Boxes soar half-hazardly across the yard as you make your way through the shed, Soda dodging the hail of cardboard.
“So what are we doing?” Soda asks behind you.
You fling a miscellaneous shoe over your shoulder, “We’re gonna prank the gang."
"Oh!” He’s absolutely delighted at the prospect, “How can I help?”
“Hold this,” you immediately shove a box of glitter into his hands.
Startled, Soda stumbles back trying to regain his balance, “How do you just have this?”
“Hush,” you lay another box on top of the one already in his arms. “Hmmm,” a finger taps your lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
He sets his boxes just outside the shed, “What’s the matter?”
You look to him with squinted eyes, considering him, “Do you have a bucket?”
“Uh,” he glances around him as if he’ll find a bucket at his feet, “maybe.”
“Good,” you push him towards his house, picking the containers up as you shove, “We’re gonna need that.”
“Can you set this on top of the door?” You struggle with the heavy bucket, spilling little bits of water on the carpet.
Soda easily takes the pail from you, “What’s wrong? Can’t reach?” he taunts.
You reply with a glare, “I will murder you.”
“Bad choice. How would you get this up there then?” His smirk turns to the door, propping it open slightly to give enough room to balance the full bucket between the ledge and top of the door.
“I’ll set up the rest. Just leave the door alone.”
“I’m not dumb.”
You pop a hip with attitude at him, “I’m not bankin’ on anything.”
He ruffles your hair as he passes into the kitchen, “Your faith in me is inspiring.”
“Steve, don’t be stupid. There’s no way you could win in fight against Tim.”
“What was that, Two-Bit?” Steve flexes his muscles at the other boy, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the gunfire.”
“You’re such a dope,” Ponyboy rolls his eyes, ducking a slap from Steve only to catch a hand to the back of his head from Dally.
“You’re not one to talk, Pony.” Ponyboy huffs at the gang’s laughing, even Johnny snickers behind them.
Two-Bit hits the porch first, seeing the cracked door, “Hey, Soda! You in there?”
The door creaks open, the boys crowding around Two-Bit as he steps in, and then the house is full of gargled shouting.
“What the hell?!” Voices yell out, “The fuck-?!”
You kick on the fan from within the living room, the air blowing violently, and Soda tosses the contents of his boxes. Glitter and feathers fly, covering the first few guys that enter.
You’re howling with laughter at the sight of Two-Bit and Dally spitting glitter, Steve at the door frame wiping glitter from his eyes, and Pony and Johnny in different states of being soaked. There’s barely a pause before you and Soda are booking it to the back of the house and out the backdoor, the guys angry on your heels.
“You’re gonna to die for this!” Dally’s voice is shrill, glitter sparkling off his leather jacket.
Steve and Two-Bit are close behind, shouting, “Get ‘em!” Johnny and Ponyboy laughing as they follow after.
You and Soda exchange a glance as you haul ass down the street, faces bright and hearts pumping.
•Dallas accidentally called her ‘mom’ once and he was as embarrassed as Dallas Winston would ever get. She just smiled and didn’t say anything. But whenever he came over and was drunk or stoned, he’d usually call her ‘mom’ or ‘ma.’
•When Steve got his tattoo, Mrs. Curtis said she was surprised Dallas wasn’t the first idiot among them to get one. He took that as a challenge and came back the next morning with three tattoos.
•When Soda and Two-bit got arrested for their gymnastic bullshit, she went to pick Soda up in jail and noticed Dally in the same cell. Soda told her that he’d gotten picked up the night before but his parents never showed up so the cops wouldn’t release him (after a few times of that happening, they gave up and would let him go on his own) and Mrs. Curtis argued with the police chief for fifteen minutes before he let Dal go with her.
•Mrs. Curtis used to drive him to school because it was the only way she knew he’d get there… even though he usually left as soon as she drove away, anyway.
•Even though the door stayed locked before Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died, Dally still ended up on their couch most mornings. She’d gotten three extra keys made, one for Dally, one for Steve and one for Johnny.
•Mrs. Curtis was bringing in groceries one night when he came over, so he helped her carry them in. Darry, Soda and Pony all just sat there slack-jawed because they’d never seen Dallas help anyone with anything.
•Mrs. Curtis is the one who got Dally into rodeos. Soda mentioned something about going to one and Dal scoffed about how he really was in the south. She told him she thought he’d have a good time, and he ended up going along with them and when they got there, she convinced him to sign up to ride.
•When Dallas was running towards the lot after calling the boys the night he got killed, Mrs. Curtis popped into his mind. He was struck by how disappointed she’d be that this is how things were ending for him, but by then he’d already made up his mind.
•Darry expected to be told their parents didn’t want them hanging around someone like Dallas Winston when they met him. He was the most surprised of anyone when his mom told Dally if he ever needed a place to stay, they would always have a couch available for him.
•Not even Mr. Curtis could really get through to Dally. He’d lean back in his chair, and listen to his wife talk to the kid in awe.
•Dal skipped out on the Curtis’ funeral. He couldn’t deal with it. Darry, Soda and Pony were all pissed at him, but they got it. Especially Soda.
•Mrs. Curtis bought Dally his leather jacket with the sheepskin lining.
•Darry would often wonder if Dallas would have lived longer if his mom had never died. He never could quite figure out if his mom could have actually turned Dal’s life around, but he knew if anyone could, it would have been her.
-Ponyboy loves to run in his lobby,, Mr. Moseby has to catch him before he can fuck him -Threesomes between Steve, Mr. Moseby, and Mr. Moseby’s brother -Mr. Moseby pretending Darry’s dick in the gear shift -Dally choking Mr. Moseby with one of his ties as he cums -Boat sex with Johnny -Two-bit dresses up like Mr. Moseby while Mr. Moseby sucks him off