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I â€ïž DAVIS CHET
- davis chet anon
AYY ME TOO
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Davis!chet pls?? Like where he has a crush on bobs younger sister??
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Off Limits
Davis!Chet x Sheldon!reader (Bob's younger sister)

The party at the Sheldonsâ house was winding downâmost of the Socs had stumbled off to their cars, leaving behind empty bottles and the smell of cigarettes and cologne. Youâd snuck out to the back porch for air, barefoot, your heels abandoned somewhere inside.
And thatâs where he found you. Chet Baker.
He wasnât 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.
âCouldnât stand it in there either, huh?â he asked gently.
You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. âToo loud. Too much smoke.â
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. âFigured Iâd take my chances. I was hopinâ Iâd find you.â
Your heart did this ridiculous little flip. You tried to play it cool. âOh yeah? Whyâs that?â
Chet rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down like the words were hard to say. âBecause⊠Iâm terrible at this. But I canât stop thinkinâ about you. And not just tonight. Every time I see you, itâs likeâI dunno. Youâre all I see.â
You blinked, stunned, warmth spreading through your chest. âChetâŠâ
He looked up, hopeful, nervous. âI know I shouldnât. Youâre Bobâs little sister, and heâd probably knock my teeth out if he knew I was sayinâ this, but⊠I like you. A lot.â
Your voice was barely a whisper. âI like you too.â
His breath caught. âYou do?â
You nodded, stepping closer until your fingers brushed his. âIâve been waiting for you to say somethinâ, Chet.â
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 whenâ
âWhat the hell is goinâ on out here?!â
You froze.
Chet froze.
There was Bob, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight, protective fury written all over him.
âBobbyââ you started, but he cut you off.
âYou stay away from my sister, Baker. I mean it.â
Chet swallowed hard, letting go of your hand but keeping his eyes on you. âI wasnât gonna hurt her. I swear.â
Bob stepped forward. âYeah? Donât care. Sheâs off limits. Get lost.â
Chet gave you one last lookâfull of apology, full of what-could-have-beenâand then backed away, hands up in surrender.
But as he left, he mouthed one word to you:
âSoon.â
After that night on the porch, things changed.
Bob kept a sharper eye on youâalways watching, always making sure you stayed âsafeâ 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 werenât looking.
I still think about that night. Meet me behind the bleachers after school? Just to talk. I swear. You looked so pretty today. Couldnât even focus in class.
And every time, your heart raced. Youâd 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. Heâd 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.
âCouldnât sleep,â he whispered. âCouldnât stop thinkinâ about you.â
You didnât 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.
âGod, Iâve wanted to do this for so long,â he breathed, cupping your face in his hands.
And then he kissed you.
Not soft, not shy like beforeâbut full of all the things he hadnât been able to say. His lips moved against yours like heâd 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 âoff limits.â 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 whoâd just won the world.
âIâm yours,â he whispered. âIf youâll have me.â
And you knew right thenâyou already did.
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Author's Note: davis!chet is back bro
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hii can i request ponyboy x fem!reader but can it be trevorâs 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 couldnât quite help himself.
âYou ever think about how small we are?â he asked, voice soft. âLike⊠weâre nothinâ compared to all that.â
You turned your head to look at him, his face glowing in the moonlight. His eyes werenât on the sky anymoreâthey were on you.
âBut youâre everything to me,â he added quietly. Like he hadnât 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.
âYou mean it?â you whispered.
He nodded, swallowing hard, cheeks a little pink. âI see you, yâknow. 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 youâre kind even when nobodyâs watchinâ. Thatâs what makes you shine.â
And before you could stop yourself, you leaned inâjust enough to feel the warmth of his breath, just enough for your foreheads to touch. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together like theyâd always meant to fit.
The stars kept on shining, but you barely noticed. Ponyboy was your whole sky now.
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Trevor Wayne & Ponyboy Curtis Masterlist

Just Like You - Trevor!Ponyboy
#the outsiders musical#x reader#trevor wayne#trevor wayne x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#ponyboy curtis
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hii i have 2 requests and itâs the same character so ill just put them both here đ
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 messageđ
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.
âCan you believe this, doll?â he murmured, his voice full of wonder. âWeâre really here. Just you and me.â
You smiled and snuggled closer, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. âI keep thinkinâ Iâm gonna wake up.â
Soda chuckled, soft and low. âNah. This is real. We earned this.â He kissed your hair, tasting the salt from the sea. âYouâre my wife, sweetheart. And Iâm gonna spoil you every day of this trip.â
And he did. Long walks on the beach at sunset, his hand always in yours. Little trinkets heâd buy from the shopsâshell necklaces, postcards he made you promise to send to Pony. Heâd 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, youâd fall asleep tangled together in white sheets, listening to the waves outside your window. Soda would always kiss your shoulder and say, âBest thing I ever did was marry you.â
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It had been an ordinary Tulsa afternoonâhot, 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 youâd carved your initials together years ago. Soda stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to you.
âI donât got a lot,â he began, voice low, like he was afraid the breeze would carry his words away. âBut what I do got? Itâs all yours. My heart, my soul⊠everything. Youâve been my girl for so long, and I donât wanna wait anymore.â
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 flashyâbut you saw the way his hands shook, how his eyes glistened.
âWill you marry me?â he asked, voice cracking just a little. âWill you be my forever?â
The world fell silent except for your heartbeat pounding in your ears. And of courseâyou 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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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 heâd 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.
âHey, pretty girl,â he called softly, like you were a secret only he knew.
You couldnât help but grin. âHey, Trip.â
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 heâd been hiding behind his back. Your favorite flavor.
âI figured youâd be here,â he said, nudging it into your hands. âLong practice, huh?â
You took a sip, the cool sweetness making you sigh. âYouâre too good to me.â
Tripâs cheeks flushed a little, and he leaned back on his elbows, gazing at you like you were the prettiest thing in the world. âNah,â he said softly. âI just know you deserve it.â
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.
âYou work so hard, yâknow that?â he murmured. âSometimes I think you donât see how amazing you are. But I do. I always do.â
And with that, he pressed a kiss to your templeâgentle, sweet, and full of every quiet thing he felt for you.
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are you taking c.ai bot requests? :))
not currently!
but I will be soon...
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wait what's ur c.ao đđ
https://share.character.ai/70U7/9wg9ng0w
@d8nielaaaa
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JASONNNN
I love this show sm
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1. HII HAPPY BIRTHDAY
2. CHANGE UR BIO TO 16 đđđ
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 iâm 15!
i have no clue why but i say we need more ace bots on there
you also have an amazing day!
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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 20sđ) and she is secretly in love with trip and marciaâs 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 canât 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 hasnât been doing well on school. she tells them how she feels about trips son but her parents support her and tell her they donât 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 youâd raise your daughter with nothing but love. It wasnât easyâhaving her so youngâbut now, at barely thirty, the two of you had a teenage girl with your smile and Sodaâs 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.
âI donât get it,â you confessed one night as you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Soda dry the dishes. âShe used to tell us everything, Soda.â
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.
âSheâs just beinâ a teenager, sweetheart,â he murmured, resting his chin on your head. âWe were hell on wheels at her age, werenât we?â
You let out a shaky laugh. âMaybe. But I feel like weâre losing her.â
The breaking point came a few weeks later.
Lena quit softballâthe sport sheâd 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.
âLena, baby⊠whatâs going on?â you asked softly, reaching for her hand. She tried to pull it back, but you held on gently.
Sodaâs voice was tender, but serious. âYou know you can tell us anything, kiddo. We donât care what it is.â
Her eyes welled up, and she looked down at her lap. For a long minute, she didnât speak. Then, in a shaky voice, she whispered:
âI like someone. And I canât be with him.â
You and Soda exchanged a glance, confused but relieved to finally have something.
âWho, honey?â you coaxed.
She took a deep breath. âTrip and Marciaâs son⊠his nameâs Ryan. We like each other, but⊠but you hate the Socs, and I didnât wanna disappoint you. I was mad at you for something that wasnât even your fault. I just⊠I just wanted to be with him.â
Your heart broke right thenânot because of who she loved, but because she thought she had to hide it.
âOh, baby,â you said, tears in your eyes. You pulled her into your arms, and after a momentâs hesitation, she melted into your hug.
Soda rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. âLena, listen to me. We donât care who you love. We care that youâre happy. Thatâs all.â
âBut heâs a SocâŠâ she said, voice muffled against your shoulder.
âSo was your mama once upon a time,â Soda reminded her with a little grin, making you laugh through your tears.
It wasnât long before Lena brought Ryan over. You and Soda were nervousâyouâd grown up hating Socs. But when Ryan walked in, shy and respectful, holding flowers for you and shaking Sodaâs hand firmly, you knew your daughter had good taste.
Soda threw an arm around Lena as Ryan sat down. âWell,â Soda said with a wink, âI guess it runs in the familyâfallinâ for the wrong side of the tracks.â
And Lena? She glowed with happiness you hadnât seen in months.
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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 â 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. âYou ready, baby?â
You nodded, tears sparkling in your eyes. âMore than anything.â
When the officiant started speaking, everything else faded away â 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.
âI swear Iâll always be there â through every fight, every laugh, every quiet night. Youâre my home, and I love you more than words can say.â
You smiled through your tears and kissed him, the cheers of your friends washing over you like a warm wave.
âForever starts today,â you whispered.
And it did.
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Author's Note: sorry this is short đ„ș
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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 Julyđ„ș enjoy!

Fifteen.
Ponyboy never thought turning fifteen would feel like this. When he was younger, it seemed so far away â 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 wasnât 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.
âHey, kiddo.â Sodapop dropped onto the couch beside him, nudging him with his knee. âYour birthdayâs cominâ up. What do ya want, huh? We could go out to the drive-in? Get some cake? You name it.â
Pony didnât answer at first. Just kept his eyes on the TV. Finally, he muttered, âI donât want anything.â
Soda frowned, but tried to keep it light. âAw, come on, Pony. Fifteenâs a big one. You gotta celebrate at least a little. What about a new book? Or a jacket? I can talk Darry into it.â
Pony shook his head. âDonât want nothinâ.â
Steve wandered in then, tossing a can of soda your way. âWhatâs this I hear about Pony not wantinâ to celebrate? You tryna make us all feel old or somethinâ? Fifteenâs still a kid. You should wanna have some fun.â
Two-Bit chimed in from the kitchen. âYeah, we could pull somethinâ together. Get a cake. Steal a hat off a clown or somethinâ. What do ya say, Ponyboy?â
Ace leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him quietly. Her eyes were soft, knowing. She didnât say anything, not yet. She just looked at him â like she saw right through the act.
Pony felt them all waiting for him to say something. But he couldnât. He didnât want a party. He didnât 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.
âI said I donât want anything,â Pony said again, quieter this time. âJust let it be another day.â
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. âIf thatâs what he wants,â Darry said gently, âweâll respect it. Right, guys?â
Everyone agreed, but the air felt heavy. Sad.
Later that night, Pony sat in his room, staring at the unopened book on his desk â one of his favorites, the kind he used to read over and over. But he hadnât picked it up in weeks. Maybe months. He hadnât written either. There was too much in his head, too much in his heart, and no words that could fix it.
He didnât 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 â 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 donât want to grow up. Not without them.
The days kept creeping closer to Ponyboyâs birthday, but he didnât seem to notice. Or maybe he just didnât 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 â the kind that broke his heart a little more each time.
And Ace? Ace sat beside Pony when she could, quiet and steady. Sheâd hand him a soda or nudge his shoulder, but mostly, she just stayed. Because sometimes you didnât need to say anything. You just needed to let them know they werenât 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.
âPony⊠please. Weâre just tryinâ, you know? Weâre not lookinâ to throw you a big party or anything if you donât want that. But donât shut us out, huh? We miss you.â
Pony shook his head, eyes on the floor. âIâm right here.â
âNo, you ainât,â Steve said, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, trying to keep his voice steady. âYouâre sittinâ here, yeah, but itâs like⊠like you left with them. And we canât get you back.â
Two-Bit flopped down next to him, his usual grin nowhere in sight. âWe ainât askinâ for much, Pony. We just want you. Not for presents or cake or some dumb hat. Just our Ponyboy.â
Pony stayed quiet, his throat tight. The weight in his chest felt too big to put into words.
âI donât wanna grow up,â he said finally, his voice breaking as he stared hard at the TVâs glow. âI donât wanna move on without Johnny. Or Dallas. Every day I get older⊠it feels like Iâm leavinâ them behind.â
The room went still.
Soda reached out, taking Ponyâs hands in his. âYou ainât leavinâ them, baby brother. Theyâre in your heart. They always will be. And yeah⊠it hurts like hell. But you got us. Weâre still here. We ainât goinâ anywhere.â
Ace moved closer, sitting cross-legged in front of him, her eyes soft and sad. âYou donât gotta figure it out today, Pony. Or tomorrow. But donât stop lettinâ us try, okay? Donât stop lettinâ us love you.â
And for the first time in weeks, Pony looked at them â really looked at them. And his eyes filled with tears heâd been holding back for too long.
âI donât know how,â he admitted, voice small.
Soda pulled him into a hug, and soon the others crowded around too, a tangle of arms and quiet promises.
âThatâs okay,â Soda whispered. âWeâll help you remember.â
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 werenât giving up on him.
Not now. Not ever.
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Author's Note: happy birthday to međ
#the outsiders musical#sodapop curtis#jason schmidt#ponyboy curtis#brody grant#brent comer#darry curtis#daryl tofa#two bit mathews#renni anthony magee#steve randle#tilly evans krueger#ace evans#sky lakota lynch#johnny cade#joshua boone#dallas winston
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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 â after you watched it happen, felt the world tilt and shatter around you â 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 donât see each other much can be â 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 wasnât 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 â 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 Bobâs face change, saw the tension creep into his jaw. His voice got sharper, angrier. He stalked over, words flying louder than youâd ever heard between him and Cherry.
âWhat the hell, Cherry? You got no business talkinâ to a greaser. What are people gonna say, huh?â
Cherryâs eyes flashed. âIâll talk to whoever I want, Bob! You canât control me.â
The argument exploded â 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 Bobâs 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.
âYouâre coming with me,â he muttered. âAinât leaving you here.â
But you didnât make it to Bobâs car. Chet Baker â always the quieter one of Bobâs friends, always the one who actually listened when you talked â stepped in.
âHey,â Chet said gently. âIâll take her home, Bob. You cool off.â
Bob waved him off, too worked up to argue. âFine. Whatever. Justâ just get her home.â
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.
âYou okay?â
You bit your lip, blinking fast. âNo. Not really.â
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 didnât interrupt. Didnât 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 Cherryâs Three, Chet shifted in his seat to face you.
âIâm real sorry,â he said, voice low. âAbout your dad. About all of it. Thatâs a lot to carry.â
You opened your mouth to thank him â but then the world shifted again.
Randyâs car came screeching up. He jumped out, pale and breathless.
âBobâs dead,â he choked out. âHeâs dead. The greasers⊠that Curtis kid and that Johnny kid⊠theyâthey killed him at the park.â
The bottom dropped out of your world. Again.
âNoâŠâ you whispered, shaking your head. âNo, no, noââ
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.
âI got you,â he murmured. âYouâre not alone. I got you, I swear.â
And there, in the dark, on a street that wasnât 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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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 â 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 mustâve swiped from someoneâs yard.
âHappy birthday, gorgeous,â he said, winking. âFigured Iâd be the first to say it. And no, you donât gotta tell me how lucky you feel to have me for a boyfriend on such a special day â I already know.â
You laughed, taking the daisy, your heart warm despite yourself. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âRidiculously handsome,â he corrected, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. âNow câmon. You didnât think Iâd let your birthday pass without some fun, did ya?â
It turned out, Two-Bit had planned the whole day.
First stop: breakfast at the diner â paid for with change heâd 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.
âOrder whatever ya want, birthday girl,â he said, eyes twinkling. âSkyâs the limit. As long as the sky costs less than five bucks.â
After pancakes and too much coffee (for him â 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 â 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.
âIâm real glad you were born, ya know?â he said, voice quieter now. âWorldâs a hell of a lot better with you in it.â
You felt your cheeks heat, but before you could answer, he was up again, pulling you to your feet. âAnd I ainât done yet! Got one more surprise.â
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 â Pony, Johnny, Steve, Ace, Sodapop, Darry, and even Dallas showed up for a bit. Theyâd strung up a few lanterns, and there was a cake that looked a little worse for wear, but you didnât 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 â not fancy, but wrapped in newspaper comics (of course). Inside was a simple bracelet, the kind youâd see in a shop window and smile at but never buy for yourself.
âWanted you to have somethinâ from me,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly shy. âSomethinâ to remind you today ainât just another day. âCause itâs the day you came along and made my life better.â
You threw your arms around him, and he held you tight, whispering in your ear, âHappy birthday, baby. Iâm the luckiest guy in Tulsa.â
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. âCâmere, birthday girl. Letâs enjoy the night before itâs gone.â
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 â a rare thing â and when he spoke, his voice was soft, sincere in a way that made your chest ache.
âYa ever look up at all that and wonder how we got so lucky?â he asked. âI mean, outta everyone in Tulsa, somehow I got you.â
You turned your head, finding him already looking at you, his brown eyes warm and full of that playful spark you loved â but beneath it, something deeper.
âTwo-BitâŠâ you started, but the words didnât come. Instead, you just smiled, heart full.
He grinned, leaning closer. âMake a wish, birthday girl.â
âI donât need to,â you whispered. âIâve got everything I want.â
And then his lips were on yours â 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.
âBest birthday I ever had,â he teased, even though it wasnât his. âBut next year? Iâm makinâ you wear a party hat.â
You laughed, swatting at him playfully, but inside, you knew this night â this kiss, this boy â 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 youâd 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.
âMay I have this dance, birthday girl?â
You giggled, letting him pull you to your feet. âThereâs no music, Keith.â
He raised a brow. âDarlinâ, since when has that stopped me?â
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 â low and sweet, some tune you couldnât quite place, but it didnât 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.
âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice hushed, like he didnât want to break the spell, âI think Iâm gonna slow dance with you like this every year. Every birthday. Just you and me and the stars.â
You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat â fast, just like yours. âThat sounds perfect.â
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 â dancing, kissing, laughing quietly under the night sky â 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
#the outsiders musical#x reader#henry julian gendron#two bit mathews#two bit matthews x reader#Henry!Two-Bit
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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 doesnât 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 â 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.
âI donât wanna go,â you whispered, voice breaking as you stared out at the setting sun. âI donât want to leave you, Soda.â
Sodapopâs arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close. He rested his cheek against your temple, his voice soft but steady. âBaby⊠I know. I donât want you to go either. But weâll make it work. I swear we will. I ainât losinâ you just âcause thereâs miles between us.â
You sniffled, leaning into him, breathing in the scent of leather, cigarettes, and whatever cologne he managed to swipe from Darryâs dresser. âHow? How are we supposed to make this work?â
Soda smiled, that beautiful, hopeful grin of his, even though his heart ached. âIâll write. Iâll call when I can. Iâll save up, come see ya. And one day, youâll come back to me. I know it.â
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 â 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.
âSo you donât forget me,â he said, voice thick. âSo you remember whoâs waitinâ for you back home.â
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 â 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 doinâ 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 youâd heard in weeks.
Sodapop Curtis never let distance change the way he loved you. He sent you little trinkets â a pressed daisy from behind the DX, a keychain with a horse on it, a Polaroid of him grinning with Two-Bitâs hat on sideways. Each time, it felt like no time had passed at all.
Years laterâŠ
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. Youâd 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.
âSoda?â you called softly.
He turned, and when he saw you, the rag dropped from his hand. âY/N?â 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.
âI came back,â you whispered in his ear. âI donât want long-distance anymore. I want you. I want Tulsa. I want us.â
Soda pressed his forehead to yours, beaming. âThen youâre home, baby. Youâre home.â
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Author's Note: wish I had someone like this đ„ș
#the outsiders musical#x reader#sodapop curtis#john patrick collins#jpc soda#sodapop curtis x reader
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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY đđđ
HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU WANTED!! đ€đ€đ€âïžâïžâïžđđđâïžâïžđđ
thank you soooo much!
this really means a lot!
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