If the Curtis brothers had a little sister who wanted to be treated like all the rest of the gang. They all loved her more than anything. But life did not always treat her well.

"Come on Pepsi-Cola, papa promised we could see real horses if we were good this week." Darry uttered when he noticed Sodapop had yet to move to pick up for bed. Sodapop turned his pout onto his brother, who immediately looked away. Cheryl laughed lightly as Ponyboy also mimed hiding his face against her shoulder completely.

Ponyboy Winston gets sent to Tulsa after his dad dies in a bar fight, and he gets jailed drunk. It was either a boy's home in NYC or to live with Dallas Winston, his brother who ran away from home eight years ago. How do they both adapt to the change? OF course, there's trouble that lies ahead before healing. Ponyboy hospital fic! Get your tissues out!

Hers ain't the only heart he's broken recently. [Set between "If Only" and "An Anytime Invitation".]

Sodapop's relationship with Ponyboy has been on the rocks lately, ever since they lost two of their gang members. But when Ponyboy starts acting weird, it's up to Soda to try and figure out how he can fix it, by any means possible. But when Ponyboy and Soda get jumped, the socs take it too far. How much more can they stand to have on their plate?

Ponyboy is up to the enormous job of trying to find his girlfriend's brother in New York City's criminal underbelly. Of course, when he calls for the cavalry, they drop everything. But the gang aren't teenagers anymore, and this isn't Tulsa. Armed with nothing but Tim Shepard on the lam, and a link to Dallas Winston, Ponyboy realises they are in way over their heads.

The first 6 chapters are the same but I’ve published a new 7th chapter. The reason I’m doing it this way is because it’s been a while since I’ve updated and I want my previous readers to find this easily and new readers as well. For summary go find Don’t be a Baby the original. The outsiders sis fic!

Curly goes to summer school, navigates a turf war, and tries to get his girl back, not necessarily in that order.

Darry has done everything he possibly can to keep his family together over the years. Now, he is standing outside the coroners office for the second time in his life waiting to identify Sodapop's body.

Sodapop Curtis is still wrestling his demons from Vietnam. He comes home wanting to sleep but instead he's noticing the little things. Now he's stuck on those dog tags and what they mean to him. But worst of all, why Ponyboy has them.

1973. June Blue Thunder has a jailbird husband, a baby to raise, and bills to pay. A half-cooked get-rich-quick scheme from Curly Shepard is the least of her problems.

Ponyboy held tighter to Darry before pulling back a little, he was still crying though it was less than before. "Everyone's so mean, papa. I don't like it and they don't like me." He blinked at their dad, or he had tried to. Darry's wings were wrapped just right around Ponyboy so that he couldn't really see much around them. It meant that he was practically invisible, hidden by his

"What kind? Did you bring a recipe?" Marcia asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe, a smile appearing onto her face. She had a box of recipes and she knew that only she held the recipe card for Cherry's favorite cookies.

A piece on Dallas Winston and his complicated relationship with the winding streets of Tulsa.

So this is what Soda would be reduced to? A tragic casualty of war? Killed because of the war he brought home? The one that fractured him into pieces? The same pieces that Darry had tried so hard to pick up and glue back together.

Darry's girlfriend stuggles with problems at work.

"You want to meet your baby brother, Soda?" Cheryl asked, and Sodapop made a noise of excitement as he nodded his head quickly. "Okay, okay," Cheryl laughed, running one hand through Sodapop's hair as he settled down from a burst of energy. "This, Soda, is Ponyboy," Cheryl reached and pulled the carrier to her, picking it up and setting it on the couch beside her.

Darry needed their late night meet ups just so he didn't drive himself insane with the guilt. Paul was more than happy to meet with him, to drive out of town as far as they were willing to go at midnight and park where no one could see them.

This is the story of Marcia reuniting with Two-Bit, and their life as a greaser-soc couple.

There's something funny about death. The way it doesn't hit you until much, much too late, yet it continues to linger around long after the person is gone. The loss of Johnny and Dally has torn a gaping hole into their family of a gang. And for once, Two-Bit Matthews isn't laughing.

Darry Curtis mpreg :)/Vent fic/Modern allegory for enlightenment

Ponyboy wakes up starving in the middle of the night, and finds an unwelcome guest in the kitchen when he goes for a snack.

"Okay, so, if you speak in the box I should be able to hear you!" Sodapop was excited, and he had hope. Even if it didn't work today, it might work tomorrow. But, until then, he had a slight mess to clean up. He took a moment to stare at the pile of packages and… he should probably sort them and put manuals with the correct device.

"I'll go with him," Darry offered before their mom could refuse Sodapop his request. "We can go get Steve and come back, we'll be really fast!" Darry added, eyes darting towards their father hopefully. Both Curtis parents were thoughtful.

[Time Travel AU] They are all motionless, stuck, unable to move on. Johnny and Dally are dead. And he can't do anything about it. (Unless, unless...)