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Everyone sees the gang as 'tough' and shit, but I bet you they don't know that every Sunday they'll gather around the TV on Darry's day off to watch the Peanuts together at breakfast
Tex Mccormick if he was a precious moments figurine (´ ω `♡)
a snippit of a tim shepard & dallas winston fic im writing. (featuring non-sexual spanking and discipline) under the cut :)
Ok but like imagine if you will: disabled veteran Sodapop and Two-bit becomes a part time caretaker for him... yes...yes..
ok but consider this. horse!pet regressor Ponyboy and handler!Sodapop.
Sodapop brushes Pony's pretty blonde mane and braids it the best he can and feeds him cut up apples from his hand. He gives Ponyboy sponge baths cause he's afraid to be submerged in water. and that's how you groom a horse, anyhow. When Ponyboy gets spooked or triggered Soda just scratches his cheek and whispers all soft til his breathing slows down. Darry can't wrap his head around it, but he plays into it cause he just wants his baby to be ok.
au where darry and soda are adults when their parents die n ponyboy is still a little kid... (hc under the cut)
All of Pony's fifth grade classmates ate lunch with their parents at one time or another. They'd skip to the lunch room holding Mama and Daddy's hands and Ponyboy would bury his face in his tray so no one would see him cry. Snot nosed ten year olds would ask him why his parents never showed up. He didn't know how to tell them that his Mama and Daddy were sleeping under cold dirt.
One night Ponyboy comes home from school, teary eyed and deflated like a birthday balloon that's been kept too long. Soda rushes to help put away his backpack and take off his shoes, (which he was much too old for now, really) and sees his wet ruddy cheeks and scoops him up like he's still a little fawn.
"Pone, what's wrong baby?"
Pony sniffles all pitiful. "All the other kids get to each lunch with their parents. And I-" He wails.
"I have to eat all alone!"
Soda's pretty brows scrunch and he coos and sways his baby side to side. Darry appeared like an answered prayer, leaning over Soda's shoulder to wipe the salty tears from their little brother's cheeks. Darry makes a promise right then that he'll make it to lunch with Ponyboy no matter what.
"I'll be there tomorrow honey, I swear it." Darry says with staunch absolution.
The next day, Ponyboys sitting in the lunchroom on the squeaky little chairs, playing with his green beans and feeling just awful. He glances to the doorway like clockwork every minute, waiting for Darry to show up. Probably five minutes pass, and Pony's heart is smarting fiercely and he's losing hope when the double doors fly open. Darry rushes in, all sweaty and dusty from work, smiling in a way that's reserved only for his brothers. Ponyboy flies out of his seat and shoots to Darry's chest like a bullet.
"Told ya i'd make it." Darry whispered into his slick hair.
The other kids are staring frog -eyed now.
"Is that yer Dad, Pony?" Some yellow haired girl shouts.
He preens pink under his big brother's arm, puffing his chest out. "Yup. Sure is."