the outsiders x reader preferences

he doesn't say it back ::

You had been engaged for a few months now, and to know that you might spend the rest of your life with someone who wanted to curb your dream was an awful thought. As you reached the doorstep of your quaint, but loving home, you sucked in a deep breath. In that moment, you made a promise to yourself. Enough was enough, and you weren't going to let Darry avoid the subject this time.

"Darry?" You called, stepping into the house and shedding your shoes and coat.

"In here," he spoke as you followed his voice to the kitchen.

"Hey, Hon," he said, capturing you at the waist with a soapy hand and kissing you. "How was your walk?"

"It was refreshing," you trailed off, grabbing Darry's attention as you took a seat at the kitchen table.

"What's the matter?" he asked, setting down the plate he was washing.

"Oh, I don't know," You paused for a minute , looking for the right words. Finally, you said, " I want a baby, Darry. I want to have kids. I want a child so bad, and I want one with you."

He paled, turning back to his plate and clearing his throat. An uneasy silence filled the room.

"Darry, didn't you hear me? I said I wanted to have a baby with you. It doesn't have to be now, just someday, y'know?" You said, voice wavering as he continued to leave his thoughts unspoken.

As the quietness continued, you looked down at your ring, twisting it around your finger with tears, as inaudible as Darry, spilling down your cheeks. 

"Well, that's that, then." You spat, quickly standing from the table to head to your shared bedroom.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Saying: "I promise."

You sat sleepily curled into Ponyboy's comforting arms on his couch. A random cartoon played on the television, the characters dashing around the screen in a panic from behind you. Your gaze sat on his features, and you couldn't help but think about how much you loved the boy in front of you. You knew that, with it being your senior year of highschool, you were going to miss these moments terribly when you went off to separate colleges.

"Ponyboy," you said, adjusting yourself so you rested your head on your hand.

"Yeah?" he quietly hummed, sleep caking his voice.

"Are we going to stay together in college?" Your fingers drew patterns on his arm that lay wrapped around your waist.

His eyes flicked open and gazed at your face, somewhat chuckling. A drowsy smile decorated his lips as he pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, completely ignoring the question.

"Get some sleep, pumpkin." He spoke, resting his head back into the crook of your neck.

"No, Pony," you nudged him away, "I'm serious. I want to know."

He sighed, sitting up slightly with you following suit.

"I can't guarantee that, Y/N. I don't predict the future," he huffed, clearly annoyed and tired.

"I know that, but I'm just going to miss this," you motioned between the both of you. "I don't want some broad to snatch you away from me."

"I doubt that'll happen," he said. "Now, can I go back to sleep?"

"No, Ponyboy. I'm trying to talk to you about our future. You were my first everything, and I want to be with you. Don't you want to be with me?" You began to fear for the worst, your tone less sure than it was before.

"I want to go to sleep," he chuckled, still not taking the situation serious.

"Ponyboy, I'm going to try my hardest to make it work with you in college. I promise. Won't you promise me, too?"