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I ❤️ DAVIS CHET

- davis chet anon

AYY ME TOO

[d8nielaa]

Davis!chet pls?? Like where he has a crush on bobs younger sister??

Author's Note: yes ofc anon!

Off Limits

Davis!Chet x Sheldon!reader (Bob's younger sister)

The party at the Sheldons’ house was winding down—most of the Socs had stumbled off to their cars, leaving behind empty bottles and the smell of cigarettes and cologne. You’d snuck out to the back porch for air, barefoot, your heels abandoned somewhere inside.

And that’s where he found you. Chet Baker.

He wasn’t drunk like the rest of them. Just leaning against the railing, hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, watching you with that soft, almost shy smile he always gave only you.

“Couldn’t stand it in there either, huh?” he asked gently.

You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Too loud. Too much smoke.”

Chet chuckled, pushing off the rail and stepping closer. The porch light caught in his blond hair, made his eyes look bluer than the sky. “Figured I’d take my chances. I was hopin’ I’d find you.”

Your heart did this ridiculous little flip. You tried to play it cool. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Chet rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down like the words were hard to say. “Because… I’m terrible at this. But I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. And not just tonight. Every time I see you, it’s like—I dunno. You’re all I see.”

You blinked, stunned, warmth spreading through your chest. “Chet…”

He looked up, hopeful, nervous. “I know I shouldn’t. You’re Bob’s little sister, and he’d probably knock my teeth out if he knew I was sayin’ this, but… I like you. A lot.”

Your voice was barely a whisper. “I like you too.”

His breath caught. “You do?”

You nodded, stepping closer until your fingers brushed his. “I’ve been waiting for you to say somethin’, Chet.”

And just like that, his hand found yours. Slowly, gently, he leaned in, his heart pounding so loud he was sure you could hear it. His lips were just about to meet yours when—

“What the hell is goin’ on out here?!”

You froze.

Chet froze.

There was Bob, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight, protective fury written all over him.

“Bobby—” you started, but he cut you off.

“You stay away from my sister, Baker. I mean it.”

Chet swallowed hard, letting go of your hand but keeping his eyes on you. “I wasn’t gonna hurt her. I swear.”

Bob stepped forward. “Yeah? Don’t care. She’s off limits. Get lost.”

Chet gave you one last look—full of apology, full of what-could-have-been—and then backed away, hands up in surrender.

But as he left, he mouthed one word to you:

“Soon.”

After that night on the porch, things changed.

Bob kept a sharper eye on you—always watching, always making sure you stayed “safe” from boys like Chet. But it was too late. Your heart was already his.

It started with notes. Folded scraps of paper slipped into your textbooks at school, or hidden in the pocket of your jacket when you weren’t looking.

I still think about that night. Meet me behind the bleachers after school? Just to talk. I swear. You looked so pretty today. Couldn’t even focus in class.

And every time, your heart raced. You’d write back, passing notes through mutual friends who promised not to tell Bob.

I think about it too. I want to see you.

So you met in secret. Behind the bleachers. In the park after dark. By the old oak tree at the edge of town where no one ever went.

Chet was always so careful, so gentle. He’d brush the hair from your face, hold your hand like you were something fragile, something precious. His blue eyes would search yours like he was memorizing every piece of you.

One night, the air warm and heavy with the smell of honeysuckle, he showed up at your window. He tapped lightly, and when you opened it, his smile was nervous but full of longing.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he whispered. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You slipped outside, heart hammering. He took your hand, led you down the quiet street to the field where the fireflies glowed like stars.

And there, under the moonlight, he finally stopped holding back.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he breathed, cupping your face in his hands.

And then he kissed you.

Not soft, not shy like before—but full of all the things he hadn’t been able to say. His lips moved against yours like he’d been waiting forever. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, like he was afraid to ever let go.

You melted into him, fingers twisting in his shirt, matching his urgency. The world disappeared. There was no Bob. No rules. No “off limits.” Just you and Chet and the way he made you feel like you were the only girl on earth.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling like a boy who’d just won the world.

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “If you’ll have me.”

And you knew right then—you already did.

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Author's Note: davis!chet is back bro

[d8nielaa]

hii can i request ponyboy x fem!reader but can it be trevor’s ponyboy?

ty!

Author's Note: yes ofc!

Just Like You

Trevor!Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

Tulsa was quiet that night. The kind of quiet where the world felt like it belonged to just the two of you. You and Ponyboy were lying in the bed of his pickup, parked at the edge of the old field where the grass grew wild and the fireflies danced.

The sky stretched endlessly above, dark and full of stars. Pony had one arm folded under his head, the other resting just close enough that his pinky brushed yours now and then, like he couldn’t quite help himself.

“You ever think about how small we are?” he asked, voice soft. “Like… we’re nothin’ compared to all that.”

You turned your head to look at him, his face glowing in the moonlight. His eyes weren’t on the sky anymore—they were on you.

“But you’re everything to me,” he added quietly. Like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he needed you to know.

Your breath caught. Ponyboy Curtis, the boy who wrote poetry in secret and looked at the world like it was magic, was looking at you like you were the brightest thing in the universe.

“You mean it?” you whispered.

He nodded, swallowing hard, cheeks a little pink. “I see you, y’know. I always have. Not just the girl who hangs around with the gang or the one who smiles at everybody. I see the way your eyes light up when you laugh. The way you’re kind even when nobody’s watchin’. That’s what makes you shine.”

And before you could stop yourself, you leaned in—just enough to feel the warmth of his breath, just enough for your foreheads to touch. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together like they’d always meant to fit.

The stars kept on shining, but you barely noticed. Ponyboy was your whole sky now.

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Author's Note: mulch

[d8nielaa]

Trevor Wayne & Ponyboy Curtis Masterlist

Just Like You - Trevor!Ponyboy

[d8nielaa]

hii i have 2 requests and it’s the same character so ill just put them both here 😭

request 1: i kinda want a part 2 to the jpc x reader wedding but its their honeymoon/vacation

request 2: i kinda want to see the proposal for jpc x reader (like before they get married lol)

tyyy

Author's Note: yes ofc anon! and don't worry, I got your other message😉

The Before and After

JPC!Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

You never thought life could feel this perfect. The ocean breeze was warm on your skin, and the salty air smelled like freedom. Sodapop was stretched out beside you on the sand, his shirt unbuttoned, hair messy from the wind, skin sun-kissed. His arm was lazily draped over your waist as you both watched the waves roll in.

“Can you believe this, doll?” he murmured, his voice full of wonder. “We’re really here. Just you and me.”

You smiled and snuggled closer, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. “I keep thinkin’ I’m gonna wake up.”

Soda chuckled, soft and low. “Nah. This is real. We earned this.” He kissed your hair, tasting the salt from the sea. “You’re my wife, sweetheart. And I’m gonna spoil you every day of this trip.”

And he did. Long walks on the beach at sunset, his hand always in yours. Little trinkets he’d buy from the shops—shell necklaces, postcards he made you promise to send to Pony. He’d pull you into the water just to laugh when you shrieked at the cold, only to wrap you up in his arms and whisper how beautiful you looked with the ocean in your eyes.

At night, you’d fall asleep tangled together in white sheets, listening to the waves outside your window. Soda would always kiss your shoulder and say, “Best thing I ever did was marry you.”

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It had been an ordinary Tulsa afternoon—hot, hazy, with the cicadas singing in the trees. Soda had asked you to come for a walk, said he needed some air. But as you followed him, hand in hand, you noticed he was nervous. His palm was sweaty, and he kept glancing at you with that soft, lovesick look of his.

He led you to the old oak tree by the Curtis house, the one where you’d carved your initials together years ago. Soda stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to you.

“I don’t got a lot,” he began, voice low, like he was afraid the breeze would carry his words away. “But what I do got? It’s all yours. My heart, my soul… everything. You’ve been my girl for so long, and I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

And before you could say a word, he dropped to one knee, pulling a little velvet box from his pocket. Inside was a simple gold band, nothing flashy—but you saw the way his hands shook, how his eyes glistened.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, voice cracking just a little. “Will you be my forever?”

The world fell silent except for your heartbeat pounding in your ears. And of course—you said yes.

Soda scooped you up, spinning you around, laughing with relief and joy. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything right in the world started and ended with him.

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Author's Note: hai

[d8nielaa]

hii can i request trip x fem!reader, but can trip be really sweet with the reader lol

tyy

Author's Note: yuhhh

Awfully Sweet

Terrance Dipp (Trip)

It was one of those golden Tulsa evenings, the kind where the breeze was just cool enough to ruffle your hair but warm enough to keep your heart light. You were sitting cross-legged on the bleachers after cheer practice, watching the sky blush with pink and gold. The rest of your friends had already left, their chatter fading down the street, but you stayed behind, needing a moment of quiet.

And then, as if he’d been waiting for the perfect time, Trip appeared at the bottom of the bleachers. He had that boyish smile of his, the one that made your heart skip without fail, and his hands were tucked in his letterman jacket pockets.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he called softly, like you were a secret only he knew.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, Trip.”

He jogged up the bleachers and dropped down beside you, his shoulder brushing yours just enough to make you feel warm. Without a word, he offered you the milkshake he’d been hiding behind his back. Your favorite flavor.

“I figured you’d be here,” he said, nudging it into your hands. “Long practice, huh?”

You took a sip, the cool sweetness making you sigh. “You’re too good to me.”

Trip’s cheeks flushed a little, and he leaned back on his elbows, gazing at you like you were the prettiest thing in the world. “Nah,” he said softly. “I just know you deserve it.”

The two of you sat in easy silence, watching the sun sink lower, until Trip gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“You work so hard, y’know that?” he murmured. “Sometimes I think you don’t see how amazing you are. But I do. I always do.”

And with that, he pressed a kiss to your temple—gentle, sweet, and full of every quiet thing he felt for you.

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Author's Note: gulp

[d8nielaa]

are you taking c.ai bot requests? :))

not currently!

but I will be soon...

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wait what's ur c.ao 😓😓

https://share.character.ai/70U7/9wg9ng0w

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JASONNNN

I love this show sm

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1. HII HAPPY BIRTHDAY

2. CHANGE UR BIO TO 16 🎂🎂🎂

3. WHY ARENT THERE MORE ACE BOTS ON C.AI

4. HAVE AN AMAZING DAY

HIII THANK YOU SO MUCH

i actually already changed my bio because i’m 15!

i have no clue why but i say we need more ace bots on there

you also have an amazing day!

[d8nielaa]

hii can i request soda x fem!reader (greaser) where they are married and have a teen daughter (they had her when they were young so maybe they are in their early 30s or late 20s😭) and she is secretly in love with trip and marcia’s son (they both like each other) but she is worried to tell her parents since the socs and greasers hate each other so she starts acting rude to her parents or she avoids them bc she is mad that she can’t be with him. her parents are worried about her especially reader but soda comforts her and says she probably is just being a teenager. her parents finally decide to ask her what is wrong because she quits her fav sport and she hasn’t been doing well on school. she tells them how she feels about trips son but her parents support her and tell her they don’t care who she loves. her and trips son end up dating and she introduces him to her parents.

tyy

Author's Note: yes ofc anon!

Love Who YOU Love

Sodapop Curtis x fem!greaser reader

You and Sodapop had always promised yourselves you’d raise your daughter with nothing but love. It wasn’t easy—having her so young—but now, at barely thirty, the two of you had a teenage girl with your smile and Soda’s big, bright eyes.

Her name was Lena, and for years she was your sunshine. But lately… the sunshine felt clouded.

It started small. Lena stopped sitting at the kitchen table for breakfast, mumbling quick goodbyes as she left for school. She snapped at you when you reminded her to clean up her room. When Soda joked with her like he always did, she barely looked up from her books.

“I don’t get it,” you confessed one night as you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Soda dry the dishes. “She used to tell us everything, Soda.”

Soda gave you that easy smile of his, though there was a flicker of worry in his eyes too. He wiped his hands on a towel and came over to wrap his arms around you.

“She’s just bein’ a teenager, sweetheart,” he murmured, resting his chin on your head. “We were hell on wheels at her age, weren’t we?”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Maybe. But I feel like we’re losing her.”

The breaking point came a few weeks later.

Lena quit softball—the sport she’d adored since she was little. She started failing tests she used to ace. She came home and locked herself in her room, and no matter how many times you or Soda knocked, she barely said a word.

Finally, one evening after dinner, you and Soda sat her down.

“Lena, baby… what’s going on?” you asked softly, reaching for her hand. She tried to pull it back, but you held on gently.

Soda’s voice was tender, but serious. “You know you can tell us anything, kiddo. We don’t care what it is.”

Her eyes welled up, and she looked down at her lap. For a long minute, she didn’t speak. Then, in a shaky voice, she whispered:

“I like someone. And I can’t be with him.”

You and Soda exchanged a glance, confused but relieved to finally have something.

“Who, honey?” you coaxed.

She took a deep breath. “Trip and Marcia’s son… his name’s Ryan. We like each other, but… but you hate the Socs, and I didn’t wanna disappoint you. I was mad at you for something that wasn’t even your fault. I just… I just wanted to be with him.”

Your heart broke right then—not because of who she loved, but because she thought she had to hide it.

“Oh, baby,” you said, tears in your eyes. You pulled her into your arms, and after a moment’s hesitation, she melted into your hug.

Soda rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “Lena, listen to me. We don’t care who you love. We care that you’re happy. That’s all.”

“But he’s a Soc…” she said, voice muffled against your shoulder.

“So was your mama once upon a time,” Soda reminded her with a little grin, making you laugh through your tears.

It wasn’t long before Lena brought Ryan over. You and Soda were nervous—you’d grown up hating Socs. But when Ryan walked in, shy and respectful, holding flowers for you and shaking Soda’s hand firmly, you knew your daughter had good taste.

Soda threw an arm around Lena as Ryan sat down. “Well,” Soda said with a wink, “I guess it runs in the family—fallin’ for the wrong side of the tracks.”

And Lena? She glowed with happiness you hadn’t seen in months.

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Author's Note: what's goodie

[d8nielaa]

hii can i request soda x fem!reader where they get married? but can it be jpcs soda?

tyy

Author's Note: yes ofc anon!

A New Life

JPC!Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

The sun was dipping low over Tulsa, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks as you stood hand in hand with Sodapop. Your heart was pounding — not from nerves, but from the quiet joy that filled every inch of the moment.

Around you, the gang and your closest friends gathered under the big oak tree, string lights twinkling like stars above. Ponyboy was grinning ear to ear, Darry looked a little emotional but proud, Ace was beaming with that fierce, protective smile, and Two-Bit kept cracking jokes to lighten the mood.

Soda squeezed your hand gently, his smile warm and steady. “You ready, baby?”

You nodded, tears sparkling in your eyes. “More than anything.”

When the officiant started speaking, everything else faded away — it was just you and Soda, promising forever to each other in the golden light of that Tulsa evening.

When he slid the simple silver band onto your finger, his voice caught on the words.

“I swear I’ll always be there — through every fight, every laugh, every quiet night. You’re my home, and I love you more than words can say.”

You smiled through your tears and kissed him, the cheers of your friends washing over you like a warm wave.

“Forever starts today,” you whispered.

And it did.

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Author's Note: sorry this is short 🥺

[d8nielaa]

Don't Wanna Grow Up

Author's Note: in honor of MY 15th birthday, I wrote about Ponyboy's 15th birthday, even though it isn't until July🥺 enjoy!

Fifteen.

Ponyboy never thought turning fifteen would feel like this. When he was younger, it seemed so far away — another year older, maybe taller, maybe stronger. But now, all it felt like was another year without Johnny. Another year without Dallas.

The days had all blurred together since that night at the lot. Since the rumble. Since everything changed.

He sat on the couch, the TV flickering in front of him, but he wasn’t really watching. Just staring, letting the noise fill the silence that seemed to hang over him all the time now. His arms were folded tight across his chest like maybe that would keep him from falling apart.

“Hey, kiddo.” Sodapop dropped onto the couch beside him, nudging him with his knee. “Your birthday’s comin’ up. What do ya want, huh? We could go out to the drive-in? Get some cake? You name it.”

Pony didn’t answer at first. Just kept his eyes on the TV. Finally, he muttered, “I don’t want anything.”

Soda frowned, but tried to keep it light. “Aw, come on, Pony. Fifteen’s a big one. You gotta celebrate at least a little. What about a new book? Or a jacket? I can talk Darry into it.”

Pony shook his head. “Don’t want nothin’.”

Steve wandered in then, tossing a can of soda your way. “What’s this I hear about Pony not wantin’ to celebrate? You tryna make us all feel old or somethin’? Fifteen’s still a kid. You should wanna have some fun.”

Two-Bit chimed in from the kitchen. “Yeah, we could pull somethin’ together. Get a cake. Steal a hat off a clown or somethin’. What do ya say, Ponyboy?”

Ace leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him quietly. Her eyes were soft, knowing. She didn’t say anything, not yet. She just looked at him — like she saw right through the act.

Pony felt them all waiting for him to say something. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want a party. He didn’t want presents.

What he wanted was Johnny back.

What he wanted was to not have to keep going like this.

What he wanted was to not grow up without them.

“I said I don’t want anything,” Pony said again, quieter this time. “Just let it be another day.”

Darry came in, drying his hands on a towel, glancing between the gang and Pony. His face was lined with worry he tried to hide. “If that’s what he wants,” Darry said gently, “we’ll respect it. Right, guys?”

Everyone agreed, but the air felt heavy. Sad.

Later that night, Pony sat in his room, staring at the unopened book on his desk — one of his favorites, the kind he used to read over and over. But he hadn’t picked it up in weeks. Maybe months. He hadn’t written either. There was too much in his head, too much in his heart, and no words that could fix it.

He didn’t argue with Darry anymore. He did what he was told. Ate when he was told. Slept when he was told. It was easier that way.

But inside, he felt hollow.

Outside his window, the stars looked the same as they always had. But to Ponyboy, they felt a million miles away — just like Johnny. Just like Dallas.

And as the clock ticked toward midnight, toward the day he turned fifteen, all Pony could think was:

I don’t want to grow up. Not without them.

The days kept creeping closer to Ponyboy’s birthday, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. The gang saw it. They felt it.

Sodapop watched his kid brother slump on the couch every night, not even bothering to flip through channels anymore. Steve noticed how Pony barely touched his food at the DX when they brought him lunch. Two-Bit would crack jokes, louder and wilder than before, hoping to get some reaction, but all he ever got was a small, empty smile — the kind that broke his heart a little more each time.

And Ace? Ace sat beside Pony when she could, quiet and steady. She’d hand him a soda or nudge his shoulder, but mostly, she just stayed. Because sometimes you didn’t need to say anything. You just needed to let them know they weren’t alone.

That evening, the gang was hanging around the Curtis house. Pony sat in his usual spot, a little folded up in on himself, staring at nothing.

Soda came over, crouching in front of him, his voice gentle but insistent.

“Pony… please. We’re just tryin’, you know? We’re not lookin’ to throw you a big party or anything if you don’t want that. But don’t shut us out, huh? We miss you.”

Pony shook his head, eyes on the floor. “I’m right here.”

“No, you ain’t,” Steve said, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re sittin’ here, yeah, but it’s like… like you left with them. And we can’t get you back.”

Two-Bit flopped down next to him, his usual grin nowhere in sight. “We ain’t askin’ for much, Pony. We just want you. Not for presents or cake or some dumb hat. Just our Ponyboy.”

Pony stayed quiet, his throat tight. The weight in his chest felt too big to put into words.

“I don’t wanna grow up,” he said finally, his voice breaking as he stared hard at the TV’s glow. “I don’t wanna move on without Johnny. Or Dallas. Every day I get older… it feels like I’m leavin’ them behind.”

The room went still.

Soda reached out, taking Pony’s hands in his. “You ain’t leavin’ them, baby brother. They’re in your heart. They always will be. And yeah… it hurts like hell. But you got us. We’re still here. We ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

Ace moved closer, sitting cross-legged in front of him, her eyes soft and sad. “You don’t gotta figure it out today, Pony. Or tomorrow. But don’t stop lettin’ us try, okay? Don’t stop lettin’ us love you.”

And for the first time in weeks, Pony looked at them — really looked at them. And his eyes filled with tears he’d been holding back for too long.

“I don’t know how,” he admitted, voice small.

Soda pulled him into a hug, and soon the others crowded around too, a tangle of arms and quiet promises.

“That’s okay,” Soda whispered. “We’ll help you remember.”

And that night, for just a little while, Pony let himself cry. Let himself feel. Let himself be fifteen, scared and sad, but surrounded by the people who weren’t giving up on him.

Not now. Not ever.

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Author's Note: happy birthday to me😋

[d8nielaa]

Hii!! This ones a little angsty but can I request a chet fic where she's Bob's sayer (same mom different dad) and her dad lives in a diffeent city and she saw him pass away and she moves to tulsa with her mom and bob and when bob takes her to the drive in all that jazz happens and bob and his friends find them after since cherry and ponyboy where talking he takes reader with her (since she doesn't have a ride) and she sees bob die and chet kinda comfort her since she told chet what happened and why she moved

Thanks!!!

Author's Note yes ofc anon!

Never Meant To Last

Chet Baker x fem!Sheldon reader

You never imagined Tulsa would be your home. But after your dad passed — after you watched it happen, felt the world tilt and shatter around you — your mom packed up what was left of your life and dragged you here. To live with Bob and his father.

Bob… your half-brother. Same mom, different dads. You were close in the way kids who don’t see each other much can be — polite, distant, until now. Now you were under the same roof, and Bob was trying, in his own way, to look out for you.

So when he suggested the drive-in, you said yes, even if your heart wasn’t in it. You were tired of the quiet in your head. Tired of missing your dad. Tired of feeling like a ghost in this new place.

Bob was in a good mood at first — laughing with Randy and the guys, teasing you gently, trying to make you feel like you belonged. And it worked, for a little while. You even started to relax… until you saw Cherry talking to Ponyboy Curtis.

A greaser.

You saw Bob’s face change, saw the tension creep into his jaw. His voice got sharper, angrier. He stalked over, words flying louder than you’d ever heard between him and Cherry.

“What the hell, Cherry? You got no business talkin’ to a greaser. What are people gonna say, huh?”

Cherry’s eyes flashed. “I’ll talk to whoever I want, Bob! You can’t control me.”

The argument exploded — right there, in front of everyone. You felt the eyes of the drive-in on your family drama, the heat rising to your face, embarrassment and worry mingling in your chest. You tugged at Bob’s arm, tried to calm him, but he was too far gone. Furious. Humiliated.

When it was over, Cherry turned her back on him, storming off. Bob was fuming, dragging you along toward his car.

“You’re coming with me,” he muttered. “Ain’t leaving you here.”

But you didn’t make it to Bob’s car. Chet Baker — always the quieter one of Bob’s friends, always the one who actually listened when you talked — stepped in.

“Hey,” Chet said gently. “I’ll take her home, Bob. You cool off.”

Bob waved him off, too worked up to argue. “Fine. Whatever. Just— just get her home.”

The ride back was quiet at first. The night air came in through the open window, and you stared out, watching Tulsa blur past. Then Chet spoke, soft but sure.

“You okay?”

You bit your lip, blinking fast. “No. Not really.”

And you told him. You told him about your dad. About how you saw him die. How moving here felt like losing him all over again. How you felt out of place in this city, in this house, in this life.

Chet didn’t interrupt. Didn’t try to say the right thing. He just listened, his hand resting on the steering wheel, his eyes flicking to you with quiet understanding.

When you pulled up in front of Cherry’s Three, Chet shifted in his seat to face you.

“I’m real sorry,” he said, voice low. “About your dad. About all of it. That’s a lot to carry.”

You opened your mouth to thank him — but then the world shifted again.

Randy’s car came screeching up. He jumped out, pale and breathless.

“Bob’s dead,” he choked out. “He’s dead. The greasers… that Curtis kid and that Johnny kid… they—they killed him at the park.”

The bottom dropped out of your world. Again.

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. “No, no, no—”

Chet was out of the car in an instant, arms around you as you started to cry, hard, the weight of everything crashing down at once. You felt his hand on your back, his voice in your ear, steady and warm despite the shock in it.

“I got you,” he murmured. “You’re not alone. I got you, I swear.”

And there, in the dark, on a street that wasn’t home, you let yourself lean on him, because right then, Chet was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

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Authors Note: meow

[d8nielaa]

Hi can you do one of Henry's characters x reader please I don't care which one it is. I love your writing

Author's Note: yes ofc! Henry Two-Bit for my birthday!

A Sweet Birthday

Henry!Two-Bit Matthews x fem!reader

You tried to keep it quiet. Birthdays had never been a big deal for you — just another day to survive, really. But someone (probably Ponyboy) let it slip, and of course that meant Two-Bit Matthews got wind of it. And once he knew, well… there was no keeping it low-key anymore.

It started first thing in the morning.

You opened your door, bleary-eyed, only to find Two-Bit standing there grinning like a fool, holding up a single daisy he must’ve swiped from someone’s yard.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” he said, winking. “Figured I’d be the first to say it. And no, you don’t gotta tell me how lucky you feel to have me for a boyfriend on such a special day — I already know.”

You laughed, taking the daisy, your heart warm despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously handsome,” he corrected, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “Now c’mon. You didn’t think I’d let your birthday pass without some fun, did ya?”

It turned out, Two-Bit had planned the whole day.

First stop: breakfast at the diner — paid for with change he’d scrounged from couch cushions, no doubt. He made a show of sliding into the booth beside you instead of across from you, throwing his arm around your shoulders like he owned the place.

“Order whatever ya want, birthday girl,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Sky’s the limit. As long as the sky costs less than five bucks.”

After pancakes and too much coffee (for him — he was bouncing off the walls), he whisked you away in his beat-up car, driving aimlessly with the windows down, the radio blasting, both of you singing along off-key. He took you to the park, where he dared you to race him to the top of the hill — he let you win, of course (or so he claimed).

When you were both out of breath, lying in the grass, he turned to look at you, a rare, soft expression on his face.

“I’m real glad you were born, ya know?” he said, voice quieter now. “World’s a hell of a lot better with you in it.”

You felt your cheeks heat, but before you could answer, he was up again, pulling you to your feet. “And I ain’t done yet! Got one more surprise.”

That night, after a stop at the DX where Soda slipped you both free sodas with a wink, you ended up at a little clearing outside of town. Two-Bit had somehow managed to gather the gang — Pony, Johnny, Steve, Ace, Sodapop, Darry, and even Dallas showed up for a bit. They’d strung up a few lanterns, and there was a cake that looked a little worse for wear, but you didn’t care.

Everyone sang (off-key), and Two-Bit stood beside you the whole time, his hand finding yours.

Later, when it was just the two of you again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box — not fancy, but wrapped in newspaper comics (of course). Inside was a simple bracelet, the kind you’d see in a shop window and smile at but never buy for yourself.

“Wanted you to have somethin’ from me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Somethin’ to remind you today ain’t just another day. ‘Cause it’s the day you came along and made my life better.”

You threw your arms around him, and he held you tight, whispering in your ear, “Happy birthday, baby. I’m the luckiest guy in Tulsa.”

The little birthday party had quieted down. The others had headed home, leaving just you and Two-Bit in that clearing, surrounded by soft lantern light and the sound of crickets. The air was warm, but there was a breeze that played with your hair, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and summer.

Two-Bit flopped back onto the grass, patting the spot beside him. “C’mere, birthday girl. Let’s enjoy the night before it’s gone.”

You lay down next to him, your head close to his, both of you staring up at the sky. The stars were bright, scattered like a thousand tiny promises across the dark.

Two-Bit was quiet for a long moment — a rare thing — and when he spoke, his voice was soft, sincere in a way that made your chest ache.

“Ya ever look up at all that and wonder how we got so lucky?” he asked. “I mean, outta everyone in Tulsa, somehow I got you.”

You turned your head, finding him already looking at you, his brown eyes warm and full of that playful spark you loved — but beneath it, something deeper.

“Two-Bit…” you started, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you just smiled, heart full.

He grinned, leaning closer. “Make a wish, birthday girl.”

“I don’t need to,” you whispered. “I’ve got everything I want.”

And then his lips were on yours — gentle at first, like he was afraid to rush the moment. His hand found yours in the grass, fingers weaving together as he kissed you slow, sweet, like he wanted to memorize you.

The stars above seemed to shimmer brighter, as if they were shining just for you two.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathless and smiling.

“Best birthday I ever had,” he teased, even though it wasn’t his. “But next year? I’m makin’ you wear a party hat.”

You laughed, swatting at him playfully, but inside, you knew this night — this kiss, this boy — was the real gift.

You were still catching your breath from that kiss, the world soft and golden around you. The night felt like it belonged just to the two of you, the kind of night you’d remember forever.

Two-Bit sat up, that playful grin curling at his lips again. He stood and offered his hand, bowing slightly like some goofball trying to act fancy.

“May I have this dance, birthday girl?”

You giggled, letting him pull you to your feet. “There’s no music, Keith.”

He raised a brow. “Darlin’, since when has that stopped me?”

And with that, he tugged you close, his hands settling gently on your waist as yours found their place on his shoulders. The night air was warm, the breeze soft, and even though there was no radio, no band, Two-Bit began to hum — low and sweet, some tune you couldn’t quite place, but it didn’t matter.

You swayed together beneath the stars, your bodies moving slow and easy. His thumb brushed circles on your hip, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You know,” he said after a moment, his voice hushed, like he didn’t want to break the spell, “I think I’m gonna slow dance with you like this every year. Every birthday. Just you and me and the stars.”

You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat — fast, just like yours. “That sounds perfect.”

He tilted your chin up gently, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, this one even sweeter than the last.

And the two of you stayed that way — dancing, kissing, laughing quietly under the night sky — until the first hint of dawn touched the horizon, and the world felt brand new.

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Author's Note: I lobe two-bit

[d8nielaa]

heyy can i request soda x fem!reader where reader has to move out of tulsa so her and soda have to do long distance. she doesn’t want to leave tulsa or soda but be comforts her. soda decides to work extra shifts 2 weeks before she leaves and when they say their goodbyes soda gives her a necklace remind her of him. the long distance it ends up going well and soda still treats her right even though they are far away from each other. a few years later she comes back to tulsa to surprise soda and since they are older she tells him she wants to move back.

also can this be jpcs soda lol

tyyy

Author's Note: yes ofc! we love jpc

See You Soon

JPC!Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

The day you found out you had to move, the world seemed to stop. Tulsa had always been home — the dusty streets, the laughter of your friends, the nights spent on porches watching the stars. But most of all, Soda.

You sat with him on the hood of his truck, legs pulled up, trying to blink back tears as the warm breeze tangled in your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whispered, voice breaking as you stared out at the setting sun. “I don’t want to leave you, Soda.”

Sodapop’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close. He rested his cheek against your temple, his voice soft but steady. “Baby… I know. I don’t want you to go either. But we’ll make it work. I swear we will. I ain’t losin’ you just ‘cause there’s miles between us.”

You sniffled, leaning into him, breathing in the scent of leather, cigarettes, and whatever cologne he managed to swipe from Darry’s dresser. “How? How are we supposed to make this work?”

Soda smiled, that beautiful, hopeful grin of his, even though his heart ached. “I’ll write. I’ll call when I can. I’ll save up, come see ya. And one day, you’ll come back to me. I know it.”

In the two weeks before you left, Soda picked up every extra shift he could at the DX, working until his arms ached and his feet were sore. Every spare minute he had, he spent it with you — sneaking you out late at night for milkshakes, slow dancing with you to the radio in the middle of the road, holding your hand like he was afraid to let go.

When the day finally came, he met you at the bus station. His eyes were red-rimmed but still shining, his smile trembling at the edges. Around his neck hung a simple chain, a tiny silver heart charm on it. Without a word, he unclasped it and fastened it around your neck.

“So you don’t forget me,” he said, voice thick. “So you remember who’s waitin’ for you back home.”

You kissed him hard, salty tears mingling between you, and promised, over and over, that no matter how far you went, your heart was his.

And somehow, you two did it.

The letters never stopped coming — sometimes messy, sometimes smudged with grease or oil, but always full of love. He told you about the dumb things Steve did, about how Pony was doin’ in school, about how much he missed you. His calls were rare (money was tight), but when they came, his voice was the best thing you’d heard in weeks.

Sodapop Curtis never let distance change the way he loved you. He sent you little trinkets — a pressed daisy from behind the DX, a keychain with a horse on it, a Polaroid of him grinning with Two-Bit’s hat on sideways. Each time, it felt like no time had passed at all.

Years later…

You stepped off the bus back in Tulsa, your heart pounding so loud you could hardly hear yourself think. The necklace Soda gave you still rested against your chest, worn but cherished. You’d finally done it. You were home. And this time, for good.

You found him at the DX, wiping down a car, his hair a little shorter, his shoulders broader, but that same light in his eyes.

“Soda?” you called softly.

He turned, and when he saw you, the rag dropped from his hand. “Y/N?” His voice cracked on your name.

Before you knew it, his arms were around you, lifting you off the ground as he spun you in a circle, laughing and crying all at once.

“I came back,” you whispered in his ear. “I don’t want long-distance anymore. I want you. I want Tulsa. I want us.”

Soda pressed his forehead to yours, beaming. “Then you’re home, baby. You’re home.”

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Author's Note: wish I had someone like this 🥺

[d8nielaa]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY 🍒🍒🍒

HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU WANTED!! 🤍🤍🤍☀️☀️☀️🏖🏖🏖☀️☀️🎂🎂

thank you soooo much!

this really means a lot!