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cranberrv · 3 days
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obsessed
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ in which sodapop is in love with dally’s ex
( a/n : this is SO mid & a bit out of character but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! kind of inspired by olivia rodrigo’s song “obsessed” but i took some creative liberty and switched the plot a bit )
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3 weeks after his breakup with sandy. it only took 3 weeks to find someone else to obsess over — and it was you, dallas winston’s ex.
if dallas knew how much sodapop looked at your picture, he would be dead in a ditch. but he couldn’t help it! you were perfect, you were kind, you had those lips that just hypnotized anyone who glanced at them, you were well-read, and you were made for him.
it was mid-summer when he saw you again. the last time he saw you was when you were at the drive-in with your former lovers, dallas and sandy. but this time was obviously different. you walked into the DX while he was working. instantly captivated, he watched as you smiled amd waved to him, before grabbing a diet coke and going over to him to pay.
“hi, soda,” you smile. “long time no see, huh?”
“yeah, guess so,” he nods and scans your drink. “diet coke, huh? that’s my favourite.” it’s a desperate attempt to bond with you.
“really? that’s cool. i don’t know a lot of people who like the diet version, lots of people think it tastes like water but they just don’t get it like us.”
‘like us.’ holy fuck. he is down bad. “you’re not lying,” he laughs. “so, um, what have you been up to since you and dal broke up?”
you shrug. “hm, not much. it’s been boring, honestly. i miss hanging out with the gang.”
“we miss you.” he agrees. “it was fun having you around.”
“thank you,” you say. “how’ve things been going since sandy… you know, left.” you assumed it was a sensitive subject, but was soon proved wrong.
“i thought i’d be worse than i am. i’ve been too busy with other stuff on my mind to even care, i guess.”
“yeah? watcha been thinking about, then?” you ask, tilting your head.
he knew it was wrong. he knew that dallas would be livid, he knew that every girl who liked him would turn against you, but he’s beyond it. he’s got issues, he can’t help it.
“you.”
“..what do you mean?”
“you’re all that’s on my mind, y/n.” he can finally form a complete sentence. “and it’s fuckin’ killing me.”
“soda..” you sigh. “dallas would be—“
“who cares what dal would say? he’s your ex, he doesn’t even care about you anymore. and darrel doesn’t like him anyway, he wouldn’t be a loss.”
“he’s gonna beat your face in.”
“it’s worth it.” he insists.
“you’re crazy, you know that?”
he laughs. he knows he is, after this. no sane person would go after his buddies ex. you would have to be a monster. but he is a greaser. “come to the drive-in next friday, i’m going with a bunch of my friends.”
you hesitate. “..fine, i’ll come.” you do a horrible job at hiding the smile on your face.
he smiles. “see you there, y/n”
you nod, and take your diet coke and walk away. he didn’t even make you pay. he can’t wait for friday night. those dreadful 3 weeks seemed like nothing now that he had you.
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windtowee · 2 days
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When you fall asleep on the car ride home after a date
Tw! Mention of cigarette.
Gender neutral! Reader
The Outsiders version
Romantic
Johnny Cade
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He’s sweet but he worries that he you don’t get enough sleep
He’s so scared of accidentally waking you up
He nudged you a couple times before cuddling with you
Dallas Winston
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He’s kinda surprised that you have that much trust in him to fall asleep in this cigarette ridden car
He wraps his arm around you as he keeps on driving
Is definitely the type to throw you on your bed, cover you with 20 blankets and pillows then goes to sleep in the corner of your room
Sodapop Curtis
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He just has this small little smile once he sees that you’re asleep
He makes sure that no one disturbs your sleep
He tucks you into bed and turns on a movie with you in his arms
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2knightt · 2 months
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could u write the gang (seperate) x a reader thats like. deeply and unashamedly obsessed w them
not in in a weird way but like soda makes reader a cake and theyre like “wow ur so talented u should be a baker youd be the best baker in the world everyone look at this isnt my bf such a good baker?? isnt he so cool???? arent you so jealous of me???”
or they visit the DX on steves lunch break and theyre like whats all this? and steve starts explaining the car stuff to them and theyre like “omg ur so smart ur the smartest person ever the DX is so lucky to have you <333 soda come look at steves car isnt he so good at this??? babe u should like reinvent cars youd totally do it better than washington or whatever”
or just reader holding hands and sitting on laps and kissing faces at all times basically the gang x reader thats all over them
「 i just wanna get high with my lover! 」
IN WHICH—you’re totally in love with them!♡ ໋֢ 🎞️✧
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📀ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡
⌗ 🕯️ notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ i’m Finally working on reqs. WHO CHEERED???? also new theme for fics. got bored of my old ones😜
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Dallas Winston ;
“you’re so strong, dal. you look so good when you fight, did you know that? you’re like the only person who looks that good when fighting. you’re so cool.”
“…thanks, doll.”
was SO STARTLED LMFAO
like??? he’s never been showered in compliments like this before. but he DOES welcome it
cocky bastard. you boosted his ego. it’s too high now.
“i stole this for you.”
“DALLAS! you didn’t have too, oh my god! you’re so sweet—and talented! i can’t believe you stole this—for me! i have the best boyfriend ever! i am so lucky, ain’t i?”
“yeah, i know.”
SHOWS U OFF SO MUCH. he just likes the reaction you give him when he does, honestly. like dallas LOVES hearing you ramble about him when he’s beside you.
he’s all, “yup. i AM the best boyfriend ever, dickhead.”
“this my partner.”
“mhm! dally’s the sweetest ever! he’s so nice to me, don’t you think? ugh, i love him so much. he’s the best boyfriend in the world.”
the way you look at him with lovesick eyes makes him wanna hold you forever and never let go btw.
IF YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO THAT??? ohmy fod he’ll lose his fucking mind!!!
dallas winston looking up at you while you cradle him between your legs, his hands gently holding your waist while you gush over him, a small pink hue across his cheeks.
AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH
“you’re so handsome. you’re the prettiest boy ever. i love your hair, it’s so nice. with or without the grease.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
has the most DISGUSTING and GROSS lovey dovey smile across his face has you plant kissed across his face, mumbling sweet nothings as you do so.
feels like you’re an angel when you do this after a bad day btw. loves you sososososo much he’s so down bad
Johnny Cade ;
looks up at you with the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever seen as you sit on his lap, kissing his scars. johnny’s lips would be slightly parted as he seems mesmerized with every movement you make.
WHIPPED. HE IS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. the SECOND you started gushing over, he got a small grin on his face, a sense of pride washing over him.
he, like, never knew you seen him as this magnificent being. johnny’s confidence was never great but PHEWWW you’re always there to help him!!!
“you really like my scars?”
“totally. they make you look so cute, johnny. they make you, you and that’s all i could ever ask for. you’re so cute. i love you. any person would, i’m just so glad that it’s me.”
he’d get so shy after but johnny would be walking with his chin slightly higher. ‘cause deep down he’s all, “what if they don’t actually mean it☹️?” and then you show up outta nowhere and like engulf him with a hug and he’s like “nvm…i love ‘em actually☺️.”
whenever you brag about him to people, he has to look at his feet to keep himself from smiling too much.
“and if you ever need someone to listen to you, nobody does it like johnny! he’s the best listener ever, nobody can ever compare to him. johnny’s such an angel!”
“y/n…”
he’d mumble, an embarrassed groan leaving his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, kicking a rock.
contrary to popular belief of you being more in love, he is. he swears up and down that you’re too good to him, that you’re a real doll, that he doesn’t deserve someone like you.
johnny needs someone like this in his life NOW! and if it isn’t you it’s gonna be me.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
so fucking embarrassed i’m crying.
i believe he can’t take compliments for SHIT. so being around you, he just becomes a mess. like stuttering n’ shit.
“your voice is so pretty. you read so much better than everyone else, pony. you should do it as a job—you’d totally beat everyone. it’s not like it’d ever be a competition with you there, though. you’re so cool, pony.”
“i-uhm…thank you, y/n.”
GIGGLES SOO HARD LMFAOOOO
like at night when he’s with soda, he just rambles to his older brother about what you told him. soda thinks it’s cute in the moment, but later wants ponyboy to shut up because it’s been two hours of him gushing over what you said to him.
“and then they said that i-“
“OKAY, DAMN. i have work tomorrow and you have school. ponyboy, please.”
“…okay? they said that i was the prettiest boy they’ve ever seen.”
“holy fuck.”
like he’d be ranting about some drama with the gang or some movie he’d seen, sitting on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder.
you look over to him, thinking he’s never looked more perfect. ponyboy had washed the grease out of his hair, the fluffy hair falling over his ears.
unconsciously, you tuned him out as you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.
“what was that for?”
“you tell stories so well, pony. you’d make a great writer, did you know that? i’m so lucky to have you.”
“i-huh?”
WAHHH COMPLIMENTING PONYBOY WHILE ATTACKING HID FACE WITH KISSES AS HE GIGGLES ☹️☹️☹️
he’s so cute thay’s literally my man….!!!!
Sodapop Curtis ;
HE’S SO IN LOVE!!!!!
sitting on the counter while he cooks and you just rant about how perfect he is makes him WEAK IN THE KNEES.
“you’re such a good baker, soda. nobody does it like you do. you’re like—the best baker in the world. ain’t he, two-bit?”
“stop it, y/n..🤭🤭”
“nah, ‘m good.”
you brag about him to the girls that go to the DX to flirt with him. i can see it now.
soda’s just in the background giggling SOO HARD AND TWEAKING WITH STEVE LMFAOO
“no, he’s so sweet to me! i swear, he’s like the best boyfriend ever, did you know that? i’d be jealous if i was you, honestly.”
“TEEHEE”
“soda, shut up!”
“i’m the best boyfriend ever, steve😛.”
HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU IT’S SO CUTEEE😭😭
“you look so cute today, y/n. i got so lucky, didn’t i? had to be blessed to even have you in my life.”
FUCK i need this man at my doorstep
like imagine sitting on his lap, him staring up at you while you push back his hair with a small smile on his face. the silence between the two of you being broken by exchanged compliments.
YOU TWO MAKE EVERYONE FUCKIJG SICK I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER IT MAKES ME VOMIT!!!
Darry Curtis ;
tries to act cool and nonchalant when you do it, but he turns his head away to cover the huge smile that’s growing on his face.
“you’re so strong, dare! you’re the strongest person ever—you could totally take down anyone. isn’t he just the best, soda?”
“alright, that’s enough, y/n.”
“but you’re just so good to me, dare. :(.”
“sweetheart, please.”
“alright..”
“he’s smiling, y/n.”
“and blushin’…i love your brother so much.”
“everyone knows.”
AKDNSKDHEKENKDS SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR, READING THE NEWS PAPER🤭🤭
like your arms are wrapped around his neck, his arms around your waist as he reads the newspaper over your shoulder while lazily responding to your rambles.
“you look so cute with your reading glasses. you’re the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”
“you’re a real treat, y/n.”
“i love your hair, darry. you look so much better with this hairstyle than anyone else. you should be a model.”
“i’d be a terrible model, dear.”
gang is so jealous of your relationship btw. they call it bullshit that darry pulled you.
they fake gag and groan when you do this but in reality they’re like, ‘damn…when is it my turn to be happy.😒’
darry’s self esteem’s alright. it’s not the best but it’s not the worst. but you’re always there to remind him he’s absolutely perfect :).
Steve Randle ;
HE’S SOOOO WHIPPED LMFAOOOO
like i swear to god the second you went on a rant about him he was so ready to marry you right then and there.
“you’re so good when it comes to cars. honestly—you could just make your own and it’d be 100x better than whoever made them before. you’re just the best mechanic ever.”
“really? you think so? ‘cause if i were ever to i’d totally change the way they-“
and now steve’s on a 12 minute rant on how he’d change cars to rub better while you just sit there, listening to him with a smile.
YOU HAVE HIM SOOOO INSANE LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD!?? he couldn’t ask for a better partner if he tried!!!
like, i imagine steve’s always had confidence issues—being friends with soda n all don’t really help.
BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND HE’S JUST VISIBLY HAPPIER😭😭.
“you’re so smart, steve. like—the smartest ever.”
“stawpp, oh my god. what else am i, though?”
“you’re cute, awfully nice, you got the prettiest eyes the world’s ever seen-“
please tell him all this while kissing him all over. he needs it so bad.
teehee lazily kissing steve randles face as the blush across his face grows from the never ending compliments that leave your lips😜
he’d totally tell you to shut up and when you don’t, he just kiss you.
AUGHHHH
Two-Bit Mathews ;
AUGH HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU !!!!
honestly—he didn’t like it at first. ‘cause deep down he was all, ‘wtf??? i’m supposed to be making them swoon n’ shit??? why am i the one giggling rn??😒😡’
but overtime he’d look forward to your silly little love drunk rambles. tell him he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend ever when he’s drunk and he might cry.
“YOU REALLY THINK THAT? BABY, STA-“
and he’s like actually sobbing while hugging you.
sitting on two-bit’s lap in the backseat of his car at the drive-in, ignoring the movie you guys came to watch because you’re both too focused on each other.
kissing every inch of his face, laughs leaving his lips as you mutter small comments about how cute his laugh is. unconsciously, his grip on your hips tightening.
FUCK i’m making myself feel lonely writing this.
every single good thing you say about him gets internalized. someone could say his hair’s dumb but then in his head he goes ‘NUH-UH! y/n said my hair is absolutely perfect😜’
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spikedhe4rt · 8 months
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I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW
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Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸
A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3
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❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.
❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.
"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.
❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more
❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.
❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.
❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.
❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.
❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.
Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."
You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."
❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.
"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.
❥ You calming him down with kisses.
❥ Holding hands when you walk together.
❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.
❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.
"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.
❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.
❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.
❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.
❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.
❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.
  ✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.
❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.
❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.
“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”
❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.
❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom
❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.
❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.
"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.
❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.
❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.
❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.
"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"
✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
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augiewrites · 1 month
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"boundaries" - dallas winston
summary: dallas carries y/n to bed
pairing: dallas winston x curtis sister!reader
word count: 478
a/n: idk if this is a dead fandom but at least three times a year i remember that the outsiders exists and become obsessed again lol
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Y/N hadn’t been sleeping well lately, so when she fell asleep on the couch Darry couldn’t bring himself to risk waking her up. The most he dared to do was drape a blanket over his sleeping sister before retreating to his bedroom for the night.
Dallas, however, didn’t give a shit.
He needed somewhere to sleep, and she was in his designated spot.
Dally had just lifted Y/N into his arms when her eyelids fluttered open, still weighed down by sleep.
“Darry?”
“No—shut up and go back to sleep.”
Y/N’s eyes snapped open at Dally’s unexpected voice and briefly registered him carrying her across the living room.
“Where we goin’?” Y/N’s voice came out in a mumble as her eyes fell shut again.
“Bed. Need a place to crash tonight.”
“And you chose my room? Gonna be a tight fit.”
Glory, she’s annoying even when she’s barely conscious, Dally thought, but he was too tired to be his usual combative self.
The hallway was dark, but he could see the shimmer of her eyes looking up at him from the void. He never liked the way she looked at him—there was too much hope, too much recognition, too much of an implication that she knew something he didn’t.
Dallas wasn’t exactly known for being respectful, but Darry’s acceptance of him meant a lot more to him than he would ever be willing to admit—even to himself. So, despite becoming quite fond of Y/N, he kept his distance. If there was one thing Dallas loved to do, it was to test the boundaries of every relationship he’s ever had, both friendly and romantic.
This was one boundary Dallas had reservations about crossing.
“Do you hate me, Dallas?” There was a softness in Y/N’s voice that was rare to hear coming from the girl.
Dallas paused in the threshold of Y/N’s bedroom and dared a glance down into her eyes, but quickly snapped out of it and kept moving across the room to her small bed.
“No, stupid.” He unceremoniously dropped her on the bed and turned to move out of the room, but he was stopped by her calling out to him.
“You not gonna tuck me in, Winston?”
He threw a glance over his shoulder and was met with the knowing glint in her eyes that he was ever-growing uneasy of.
Catching himself, he snapped back into character, scoffing and throwing a stupid plush dog at her head. He remembered the gang’s trip to the state fair a few years back, remembered how excited she was when Soda won it for her after seven tries at the ring toss, and he remembered her shoving it in his face while teasing that the K-9 unit was coming for his sorry ass.
“Go to bed.”
The door closed behind him with a solid thud.
Stupid girl.
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i'm trying to get back in the writing groove but i'm so uninspired lol—feedback is appreciated as usual :)
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augustinapril · 9 months
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Y/n: But what about Dally?
Darry: Don't worry about him.
Darry: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like it was nothin.
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dearsnow · 2 months
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Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️
THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY
- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)
a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!
includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry
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“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”
Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.
“Yeah, I got it.”
//
“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”
Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.
“Sure. Are you okay, though?”
//
“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”
He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.
“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”
//
“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”
When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.
“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”
//
“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”
You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.
“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”
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Dallas Dating A Curtis!Reader
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Buckle up buttercups, this is gonna be fun!
As always, to fit the age bracket, you’re either Soda’s twin, or you were born between Sodapop and Ponyboy
Pick and choose as you see fit, but I’m definitely seeing more opportunity for a Sodapop’s twin sibling-
Anywayyyssssssss
Lemme set the stage a little bit, alright? Cause there’s a bunch of ideas floating around in this brain of mine-
You’ve had a crush on Dal for the longest time and I mean the longest time- ever since he stumbled in with that stupid white blond hair and that stupid New York accent and that stupid little attitude of his- you’d been head over heels
And low and behold, Dallas had been nursing a few feelings for you as well, hiding them a little better than you had been
So of course, y’all flirt and mess around and all the rest of the boys are a little suspicious but you and Dal both deny that there’s anything between the two of you
That changes a few weeks before the Curtises die, you and Dallas go on an official date down to the nightly double (he timed it with your favorite films cause he’s romantic like that) and bada bing bada boom, y’all are dating
But it’s a secret and no one knows but here comes the funeral and you’re holding Dallas’ hand through the whole thing, crying into his shoulder and he’s cradling the back of your head and everyone knows there’s something up
Darry doesn’t like it- not even a little bit- he doesn’t love that you’re dating Dal one smidgeon of a bit
He likes Dal well enough, he’s got to, they’re in the same gang, but like- he knows Dallas well enough too to know that maybe this isn’t the best thing
Dare’s biggest concern is your heart and whether or not Dal’s gonna break it by doing something stupid like fooling around with someone else or getting hauled in for something big and leaving you alone forever
Sodapop’s a little more okay with it? But he’s still a little hesitant, especially when Dally likes to get a little more physical than he needs to
*cough cough* kissing you way past decent under the porch light when he’s dropping you off at home after a date, sliding his hand into your back pocket to keep you close, just generally being Dal and pushing the limits of what is publicly decent *cough cough*
But!
Where the real fun is located is with our dear darling Ponyboy!
It’s canon, I’m pretty sure and I’m pretty confident after reading the book fifty million times, that Ponyboy “doesn’t like” Dally and thinks he’s kinda scary
But at the same time, we all know that boy looks up to Dally too and Dally has a soft spot for him
I’m seeing like- Ponyboy and Johnny and Dallas hanging out, just the three of them, and Dal’s trying to be all nonchalant and stuff, smoking casually as he tries to ask Ponyboy about how you’d like certain things
Dally tries to subtly run almost all his date ideas past Ponyboy before he takes you out because yeah, he really does like you, and sometimes he’s just a little unsure of himself with how much he cares about you
Now. When he gets hauled in, and we know it’s going to happen, let's be honest with ourselves folks, when he gets hauled in, his phone call is going to go to the Curtis house
He’s gonna ask for you and he’s gonna apologize for having to be gone for so long
If I was you? I’d cry, I’d scream, I’d be angry and sad and frustrated because why does he keep making stupid decisions?
But I’m gonna tell you this-
Putting up with stupid decisions and working through tough times like this? It’s gonna be a lot of the relationship, and it’s gonna be pretty prominent in your time with Dally
If that’s not for you? Then maybe, maybe it won’t work out
But that’s alright too! All the more for me :D
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dior-desire · 2 months
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johnny cade crushing on a popular soc hcs
“ she smiled and looked at me, i was surprised to see, that a woman like that was really into me. ”
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— the two of you met in class, although he never talked unless the teacher called on him—you thought he was the cutest thing
— being a soc, you would never get the chance to actually have a civil conversation with him without being judged, so you just ended up pushing all those thoughts to the side
— that was until one day, the teacher had asked if you could come back during your lunch hr so that she could ask you something
— once the bell rung and it was time for lunch and you made your way to her class. walking into her class you made eye contact with the one and only johnny cade
— “ i’m glad you here ( your name ), i wanted to ask if you could help johnny here study for the upcoming exam? ”
— johnny cringed and looked away in embarrasment, “ of course ms. jones, when should i start? ”
— that day johnny had came over your house and the two of you only got closer there on
— johnny noticed how you werent like the other socs, you never made fun of someone because of their social class and had a good image amongst both socs and greasers
— the only person who knew that you and johnny had been talking was ponyboy, johnny would reguarly vent to him on how he wanted so badly to confess but he wouldnt want to tarnish your reputation
— as johnny and you spent more time studying together at your house, the tension between you two grew. one day, while going over notes for the upcoming exam, johnny couldn't contain his feelings any longer. he looked into your eyes and confessed how he felt, his voice trembled a bit from nervousness. It was a sweet moment that made your heart skip a beat
— after the confession, you both couldn't help but smile and laugh, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. from that day on, your study sessions turned into moments of shared affection and stolen glances. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship
— once you and johnny got together, ponyboy was so proud that it ended up slipping out to sodapop, and of course it wouldnt take long for the whole gang to find out
— they all bombarded johnny with questions,
“ whered yall meet? ”,
“ you’ve been to her house?! ”
“ have yall done anything yet?? ”,
“ she got a sister?? ”
— everybody was happy for johnny, while dallas on the other hand was a little upset on why he was just finding out johnny had a gf
— soon enough you end up meeting the gang and of course everybody loves you but once again dallas is still iffy
— he wouldn’t want some soc girl to break johnnys heart so he still had his guard up around you
— once dallas got to know you better he seen that your intentions with johnny were pure and even looked at you like a little sister, not by any means would he ever admit it though
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beautouslysandy · 11 months
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His Jacket
Dallas Winston x GN!Reader
By-Sandy
Warnings: The Infamous Dallas Fluff
Note- Been awhile since I wrote my favorite boy
Word Count: 415
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_________________________________________________________ “He is gonna be looking for that all day, Y/n.” Your friend said looking at the leather jacket you were wearing. It belonged to Dallas Winston, your boyfriend. And to be honest he wasn’t big on sharing things that were his or just sharing anything in general, you were well aware of this. “He will be fine.” You said trying to convince yourself that you haven’t made a mistake of borrowing your hot-headed boyfriends favorite leather jacket.
It was just warm and it smelt just like him, cigarettes and burnt oak wood.
••• ”Johnny, have you seen my jacket?!” Dallas hollered with frustration and even panic. It’s his prized possession and possibly the most expensive thing he owned.
“No, Dally. Sorry.” “It’s fine, I just must’ve left it at Y/n’s” he said praying to God, even though he doesn’t really believe him, that it was at your place. ••• You and your friend were at the town’s boutique looking at nice clothes that you most likely couldn’t afford even one-forth of. You friend held out this gorgeous piece of clothing (pants, a dress, a hoodie, anything you want) that was in your favorite color. “I love that!” You said with a mesmerized smile. “Try it on, out of our price range, but just for fun!” Your friend said handing the piece of clothing to you and pointing to the dressing rooms. You put on and when you looked in the mirror you were in love, it’s was perfect. You called your friend in and they agreed but your poor little hearts knew you had to put it back, so because your the mature human beings you are you “totally” put it back. Not even did it cross your mind to steal it, no, because you are the good respectable and honest citizens of Tulsa, Oklahoma. You “borrowed” it. No one even noticed. You headed home and sighed, breathing in the scent of Dallas immersed into his leather jacket. You got into your apartment and their was Dallas on your couch watching the television, he laid his eyes on you and tried to frown but couldn’t because you looked so adorable in his jacket that was big on you. “Nice jacket, doll, where did you get it?” He said teasingly as you sat on his lap, he kissed you on the lips and on neck. You laughed, “Oh just borrowed it from some guy.”
“Really?” “Mhm.” He kissed you again, smirking at how adorable you looked.
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ambrozjas · 2 months
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cuddling with dallas winston except f!reader puts her cold hands on his back and he shrieks in pain. idk why but the idea of this is so funny to me. tysm!
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the smell of tobacco and grass from the outside engulfed you as you buried your nose into dallas’ neck. you had your arms wrapped around him while you guys were laying on your bed, peaceful for the most part. the only time he moved was when he brought his hand to his mouth to take another drag of his cigarette, he even exhaled quietly.
you both stayed there, only accompanied by the quietude of your room.
dallys hand rested on the small of your back, occasionally patting it whenever you shifted.
if anybody could see him now, they’d probably die of shock. compared to his tough guy exterior on the outside, nobody would ever think that your boyfriend and dallas winston were the same person.
you could feel the tips of your ears getting cold, and decided to snake your hands under dally’s shirt around his back. your hands placed themselves against his warm back, but before you could get them all the way under his shirt, he jolted upwards. with the way he jumped, his cigarette could’ve fallen out of his mouth.
“jesus, man! what’s up with your fuckin’ hands?”
“let me love on you, dallas!” you said, as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you for the request anon !! this idea was funny to me too lol, hope you enjoy xoxo 💕
kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
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moon-tell-me · 3 months
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Them having a crush on you...
The outsiders (separate) x GN! reader
Warnings: nothing I don't think :))
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DARRY CURTIS
It's been a reaalllyy long time since he's felt this way for anyone
So a small part of him is excited when he realizes it
But the majority of him..?
Well.. that's a different story
He's very busy with work and the family
He just doesn't have any time for love or romance
You understand ://
So it's unlikely he will do much of anything on his own
He will probably even avoid you a bit in hopes of making himself feel better
That being said, if you realize what's going on, and decide to pursue the relationship, he may manage to fit you in his schedule :))
"Hey, Darry.. uhm, could we talk for a second..?" You asked, as you popped up from around the corner, completely catching him off guard. It had been almost two weeks since you two had a proper conversation, and you weren't gonna let it go on any longer.
SODAPOP CURTIS
Okay so this is gonna come as a surprise to no one, but..
Throughout his life he has consistently gotten girlfriends and boyfriends with no issue
Again, no one's surprised
I mean, look at him, he's beautiful
Anyways-
He immediately knows that he likes you
And he very quickly starts planning out how he can go about the situation
It won't take very long for him to make his move, however if you beat him to it, he would definitely be over the moon
There you are, looking as good as ever. He's already decided that he's gonna ask you out later, an- wait.. your walking over to him..?
PONYBOY CURTIS
Poor kid doesn't know wtf is going on at first
All he knows is that he suddenly enjoys your company more then before
It wasn't until you interlocked his fingers with yours one night that he finally became fully aware of his feelings
He is not nearly as subtle about these feelings as he thinks he is.
He's so obvious, you'd have to be pretty inattentive to not notice anything
Based on this, you will likely be making the first move
With a dramatic sigh you let your head fall against his shoulder. The two of you have been studying together for about two hours and your in desperate need of a break. "C'mon, you need to focus." He said, sounding more annoyed then he really was. You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers and looking up at him pleadingly. "Pleease.?"
DALLAS WINSTON
Ohh boy
Out of allll the guys in Tulsa, you caught his attention?
Lucky 🙄
I love him sm istg
In all seriousness, this is very new to him
He's not used to genuinely caring about someone
Besides Johnny, he's never really loved anything
He's gonna start off with his typical flirting
That won't change until he realizes his feelings
After that, he switches to being a total jerk to you
Mans does not know how to process his feelings
Just give him time tho, he'll figure it all out
Here you are, sitting on the porch of the Curtis house. It's late and everyone is inside the house, save for you and Dal. He's been real difficult lately, although tonight his attitude has noticably improved. As you watch him struggle to light his cancer stick you can't help but wonder, what did he want to ask you.?
JOHNNY CADE
My sweet, respectful boy
He falls head over heels immediately
Everybody realizes his feelings rather quickly too
Including himself
He's not stupid
He notices how his cheeks get all warm
His hands get all sweaty
His knees feel like they might give out
It's a new feeling for him
For once he has someone touching him without causing him pain
I'm gonna fight his parents- WOAH! Who said that!? 😅
If your the type of person who is really affectionate with your friends (me fr) then you might actually kill the poor kid
He asked Dally for advice only to completely ignore it
Turns out Dally sucks at giving good advice, who woulda known?
He was thankful for how dark it had gotten, otherwise you would be able to see just how red his face had gone. For some reason you had decided it would be a great idea to hold his hand out of nowhere. Why can't you see what your doing to him?
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
You guys prolly met in middle school
He pulled some dumb shii and put gum in your hair or something
After that he often teased you
Referring to you as his girlfriend/boyfriend
You better expect a lot of playful flirting with this one
He pretty much confesses his feelings on the daily tbh
Albeit in a way that makes you think it's a joke
Eventually you just kinda realize that hey, maybe he isn't joking
"See, I always knew we were perfect for each other, ever since that day in sixth grade." He teased, throwing his arm around your shoulder only for you to immediately push it off. "Get off of me, would you?"
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nobitchs-world · 4 months
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All I want for Christmas is Matt Dillon oiled up in my bed 😔
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2knightt · 10 months
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please write something, anything I’m thirsty pretty please with a cherry on top 😋
↳treat me like a fool!₊˚✧
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──IN WHICH, the gang falls head over heels inlove!。✦
||✰ — the gang, separately
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Dallas Winston ;
dally thought you were gorgeous.
you were sitting across at buck’s, talking to someone who could only assume is your friend.
you were laughing, giggling, talking, in such a way that dallas was captivated.
he couldn’t even pay attention to two-bit tellin’ him one of him lousy jokes.
“and i tell ‘er—hey! are you even listenin’ to me, dal?!”
“what?”
“what’re you even looking a—”
two-bit may not be smart, but he sure as hell can put two and two together.
he followed dallas’s eyes, only to see you.
two-bit got a goofy grin on his face and turned to face dallas.
“go talk to her!”
dallas rolled his eyes in annoyance.
‘go talk to her,’ he doesn’t get it—you’re too pretty for a grease like him.
“no, man.”
two-bit laughed like it was funny.
he lightly hit dallas’s arm, he knew he could talk to you, but it was like he was nervous.
and, dallas was nervous.
but he couldn’t let his nerves get the best of him. he just can’t, he’s better than that.
dallas sighed, dreading what he was about to do.
he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
he walked towards you, putting on a confident aura to make him seem tuff.
“hey.”
“oh-hi!”
jesus, even your voice was pretty.
if we’re being honest here, dallas had to recollect himself after you spoke.
“saw you ‘cross the bar n’ wondered if i could, get your name?”
“that’s it?”
“yea, why? got a problem?”
“y/n.”
you answered his previous question, yet not his most recent one.
it was like you wanted to keep him guessing, and he liked that.
dallas winston actually liked y/n.
Johnny Cade ;
you’ve known dallas winston for years.
good friends, obviously.
the two of you were walking down the street to nowhere in particular.
the both of you like to make it up as you go.
you were telling him about some gossip as he pretended to listen, until he shouted out some guys name.
“johnny!? is that you?!”
you scoffed and rolled your eyes.
if he wanted to hang out with someone else, he could’ve just said.
the boy that you suppose is johnny, perked up and started walking towards you two.
the both of you stopped walking to see johnny, even though you had zero clue on who he is.
dallas is a very private man when it comes to his other friends.
when johnny got up to you guys, dallas threw his arm around his neck, puttin’ him in a headlock.
he was scolding the poor kid about something even you couldn’t understand.
when he was done, johnny was rubbing his head in annoyance.
his eyes almost lit up at the sight on ya.
johnny thought you were an angel.
you were almost glowing in the sunlight, your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, lips, nose, everything was gorgeous.
“uh, who’s she?”
he asked, turning to dallas.
“y/n, say hi to johnny. be a good girl, eh?”
“oh shut up, dal! but uh—hi johnny. i’m y/n.”
your voice was like honey to johnny, he was almost stunned.
you felt a little creeped out with his stares so, you thought you’d just walk back home.
you waved to the boys and turned around to start walking.
dallas looked in johnny’s direction with the type of look that johnny didn’t like.
“your creepy staring scared ‘er off.”
“what? i wasn’t staring, bug off man.”
was he? oh god..that’s not a good first impression.
especially for such a beautiful person like you!
god, what a fool he was.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
pony saw you ‘round school a few times, always thought you were really cute but he never got a real good look at you.
but luckily, you had to ask ‘em a question.
“hey! you’re ponyboy, right?”
you’re even prettier up close, jeez.
no way a guy like him, had a chance with a girl like you.
your smile was more attractive than he was, your voice was like the heavens above were calling for him, everything about you was just…better than him.
but he put on the bravest smile he could, and nodded his head.
“good, be pretty embarrassing if i was talkin’ to the wrong guy.”
you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
ponyboy lightly chuckled, never thought you’d get so comfortable around him before.
“well uhm—i was just wonderin’ if you knew my friend, micheal?”
yeah, he knew micheal.
he knew what you were gonna ask.
he knew there was a rumor going around about you guys dating.
he just, didn’t get why you’re asking him out of all people.
“yeah, why?”
“okay, cool! well, if he tells you we’re dating, ignore him. please?”
“definitely.”
you smiled, genuinely this time.
your smile almost made ‘em faint.
you were just so cute, too cute for anyone in this bum city.
you thanked ponyboy for his time and for being understanding, and rushed out.
he just stood there, trying to process that you talked to him.
he was red, his ears were red, and his cheeks were red.
he looked like a loser.
but now, he was a loser with an angel knowing about his existence.
so, it’s a win.
Sodapop Curtis ;
you just got hired at the DX to be a cashier.
you needed the money, just in general.
your boss had told sodapop he wasn’t needed at the cash register, and he didn’t know why.
he got that they got a new employee but, being the cashier was more his job!
thought he’d go check you out, go see if your even fit for the DX!
you were just sitting there, your chin resting on your palm, waiting for anyone to walk through the doors to buy something.
you heard the back door open but didn’t really pay attention to it. you were sorta just, staring off into space.
sodapop walked in, and saw you just sittin’ there!
if he was working the register, he sure wouldn’t have just been sitting there!
he walked around the counter to talk to you, face to face! give ya a good scarin’.
at least, he thought that’s what he was gonna do.
when he saw you for the first time, he swore he almost got weak in the knees.
you just looked up at him, not bothering to move your head or nothin’.
even though you looked almost mad, you were still drop dead gorgeous.
the sun hit your face, just right.
your lashes, your eyes, the shine in ‘em almost made sodapop apologize for annoying you and run away.
in a good way, though.
“whatchu want? who even are ya?”
“nothin’! just wanted to say hi to my new co-worker is all. i’m sodapop curtis! what’s your name?”
he talks an awful lot this early in the morning.
but who are you to complain? less talking for you.
“y/n.”
soda smiled, even your name was beautiful.
everything about you was.
you were perfect.
Darry Curtis ;
you knew darry early on in life, around middle school..maybe?
you couldn’t really pinpoint it.
you stopped talking because you moved up north.
you did miss him, but you never really thought an awful lot about it. even when you were going back to tusla.
you were at the store for nothing in particular, it was more like something to pass the time.
you were going aisle by aisle, finding nothing.
until you went down one aisle, there was one real tall guy looking at some soup.
you thought he looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell from so far away.
you walked down the aisle and stopped right beside him, pretending to be looking at soup.
the man looked confused, but he was distracted so you could get a good look.
you saw his side profile and it all finally clicked.
“holy shit, darry?!”
you basically shouted, with a huge stupid grin.
darry looked scared and confused at the fact that someone knew his name, but when he turned to face you he looked more surprised than anything.
“y/n?!”
darry thought you were pretty before but, jesus. how did you get even prettier?
your smile was wider than before, your eyes looked happier, and you were just…gorgeous overall.
“well shit—how’re you? how’s your brothers?”
“they’re good. soda dropped out though, but ponyboy’s doin’ good in school.”
“that sucks about soda, ‘m sorry. but uh—i gotta go, sorry! hey, how ‘bout we catch up tomorrow?”
darry was shocked you’d even wanna hang out with him.
you just seemed so—high class now.
but, who was he to turn down a goddess?
he agreed and the two of you set a time and waved goodbye.
for the rest of the day, darry had this stupid smile on his face.
Steve Randle ;
you guys had met through a mutual friend.
danny had wanted to hang out with two of his friend groups at the same time.
you were in group A while steve was in group B.
everyone was partying, but that wasn’t really your thing.
you were off to the side, people watching.
some guy grumbled and stood next to you, almost oblivious to you.
he looked pretty mad so you thought you’d ry n lighten the mood.
somehow.
“so much for a party, huh?”
you tried to joke, looking up at the man.
he looked down at you, stunned.
you didn’t know why, he looked like he was judging you the way he looked you up n down.
steve was just shocked a girl like you would talk to him.
too pretty for him, way too pretty.
even in this dimly lit room, he can see how gorgeous you were.
your smile was so pretty, so gorgeous.
then steve realized he must look like a freak, staring.
he chuckled, giving you a halfassed answer.
“yeah right. was told this was gonna be fun, might as well leave.”
“was just about to do that. no point in stayin’ when all my friends are so drunk they can’t even remember their own names.”
“can i get your name at least?”
he asked, raising an eyebrow.
he must’ve thought that was smooth.
you chuckled at his question,
“y/n.”
“i’m steve, it’s nice to meet you, pretty lady.”
Two-bit Matthews ;
“woah! hey pretty lady!”
you heard some guy shout at you from behind you.
you sighed, but kept on walking.
when the strange dude caught up to you, he almost tripped.
you laughed at his failed attempt, and two-bit could’ve sworn he heard wedding bells right there!
“what d’ya want?”
“can i not want to talk to you?”
“nah.”
you answered, grinning at his disappointed face.
“aw, c’mon! a man deserves something for his efforts!”
“what efforts?”
the man went silent, and thought for a moment before answering,
“…i ran.”
you burst out laughing again.
and two-bit almost pulled out a ring.
you were like a goddess on earth, had the most gorgeous laugh, and understood his humour?
take him away.
“well? can i get ya number, pretty lady?”
“nah.”
you said, walking away.
the man stood there, stunned, watching you walk away before snapping out of it to shout at you.
“AT LEAST TELL ME YOUR NAME!! I’M TWO-BIT!”
“Y/N!”
and now it’s two-bits mission to get y/ns number.
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—can you tell i gave up?
— ALSO MY OTHER FIC WONT UPLOAD. UGH.
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callme-holly · 1 month
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could you maybe please do some scenarios for (y/n) comforting sodapop, Dallas, ponyboy, and Johnny if you want please. also could you please make the reader fem please and thank you
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 [𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞.]
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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - im a little behind on requets but im getting there! i've got my final exam of this week tomorrow and then i'll be a lot speedier, i promise. asks are still open for requests!!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.6k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of fighting, getting jumped and small injury detail
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Dallas Winston -  The room is quiet as you card your fingers through Dallas’ hair, the greaser’s head resting against your thigh. His eyes are closed, and there's a nasty bruise blossoming on his cheekbone, accompanied by a few bloodied scrapes that he refuses to let you clean. There’s dried blood crusted beneath his nose, which you wipe away gently with the pad of your thumb, humming softly under your breath as he breathes out a low, soft groan.  “You alright?” Your tone is barely above a whisper as you tug at the ends of his mussy locks, pushing them back from his face. He blinks once or twice, his eyelashes fanning against his cheeks, and his expression is a little less pained than it was just minutes ago.  “Yeah,” he murmurs after a moment, “fine.” He shifts a little bit so that his head is now more firmly planted upon your lap, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in a half embrace. You reach down between the two of you and retrieve the ice pack that is sitting forgotten beside you, pressing it against his swollen cheek once more.  He makes a disgruntled noise but doesn't open his eyes again.  “Sorry 'bout this.” His voice is rough, strained from the exertion: “Y' shouldn't have to take care of me all the damn time.” The words fall heavy between the two of you as he speaks, and you smile softly, shaking your head. “It ain't too much trouble, really.” You rub small circles against his bicep, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “And besides...” your voice drops to an almost conspiratorial murmur, “I like taking care of you. It makes me feel better when I know you're not lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”  He gives you a lopsided grin at that, eyes still closed. “You've got so much faith in me, doll.”  Your smile widens, feeling something twist inside of you. You take his hand, squeezing it gently before pressing a quick kiss to his busted-up knuckles. “Whatever.” 
Sodapop Curtis -  A small sigh leaves your lips as Soda buries his face in your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your middle, tears cascading down his cheeks as he struggles for air.  It pains you to see him like this, his usual bright smile replaced with a look of pure anguish, silent sobs racking his body. You rub slow circles against his back, mumbling soft words of reassurance into his ear as he clings to your shirt. “I don’t understand,” he gasps, his voice thick with emotion. “Why can't they just get along? They never used to be like this. A shudder runs through him, and you tighten your hold on him, rocking him a bit back and forth as he cries. “Shh, Soda, hey, you need to breathe,” you murmur soothingly, combing your fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.” You press a soft kiss to the top of his head, hushing him quietly as his cries gradually abate.  “I just want them to get along.” Soda whispers brokenly, burying his face against your collarbones. “I'm tired of being made to pick sides. I don't wanna be in the middle all the time.” You hum sympathetically, shifting slightly so that you can wrap both arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible. Soda melts into your touch, relaxing fully against you. You can tell he's exhausted, both emotionally and physically.  "I hate it.” He sounds miserable. “All they do is yell at each other. Darry is way too hard on Pony, and Pony's trying his hardest, but he can only take so much–" Soda stops abruptly, his breath hitched in his throat as another sob tears from him, wracking his body. His grip tightens around your middle and your heart clenches painfully at the sight.  “I just want things to go back to normal.” You give a slow nod, closing your eyes. “I know, I know. It'll be okay.” You press another gentle kiss to his temple and run your hands slowly up and down his spine, trying to offer as much comfort as you can. He relaxes under your touch, melting further into you as he tries to take deep, steady breaths, struggling to control himself.  You tilt his chin up so that he's looking at you once more, running your thumb over his cheek. “I love you, you know” “Mm,” he hums, blinking rapidly to rid his vision of the last remnants of tears. His eyes meet yours, and even though his gaze is glassy and filled with sadness and pain, his expression is soft and tender. “Love you too.”
Ponyboy Curtis -  You're sitting in the lot, your jacket pulled tightly around you, when you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You stiffen and turn sharply, expecting to see a group of drunken socs or the odd greaser looking for trouble, only to come face to face with none other than Ponyboy Curtis. He has tears streaming down his cheeks, his hair mused as he all but throws himself at you, shoulders shaking and chest heaving. You don’t speak a word as you pull him into your arms, rubbing your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to calm him. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, one fist clutching the front of your sweater as tight as possible, the other hanging uselessly by his side. For several moments, he sits in silence, letting you hold him while he finally manages to collect himself. Then he pulls back, wiping furiously at his face. “Sorry…” You don’t miss the way he averts his gaze from you as he speaks, refusing to make eye contact. “Didn't mean to bother you; I just—”  You shake your head, interrupting him. “There’s no reason for you to apologise.” You pause, considering for a long moment before continuing. “What's up?”  He exhales shakily, then hesitantly meets your gaze again. “I—Darry yelled at me again. He got real mad this time.” His voice cracks, and you pull him close once more. You know Darry’s been harder on him as of late, expecting too much of a boy Pony’s age. You know he means well, but you also know the toll it’s been taking on the younger Curtis brother and how difficult these past few weeks have been for him.  “Sometimes I don't think Darry likes me very much.” You can hear the vulnerability in his tone, unable to miss how broken he appears. He's not crying anymore; if anything, he looks a little embarrassed and ashamed. You frown, brushing his damp bangs from his forehead. “Don't be ridiculous.” Your tone is firm, determined to keep him from ever getting caught up in that dark spiral. “He cares about you a whole lot.” “He's got a funny way of showin' it.” Pony grumbles softly, and you can't help but laugh at his bluntness, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “I wish he'd be nicer. I really don't like all the fighting we do.” “I know. But it'll get easier.” You look down at him. “If you want, I can go talk some sense into him.” That earns you a smile as Ponyboy nods, squeezing you a little tighter. “Good luck. I doubt he’ll listen.” You press a quick kiss to his forehead, smiling softly. “I’ll try my best.”
Johnny Cade -  Arms circle around your waist, gripping onto you tightly as you comb your fingers through his tangled, and still heavily greased, hair. Johnny’s head rests in your lap, eyes squeezed shut as he tries desperately to fall into some sort of relaxed state, but he just can't seem to find the will within himself to do so. You watch him silently, running a finger absently along his jawline, taking in the bruises and cuts littering his face and arms. He looks worn thin and broken; his cheeks are tear-stained and hollowed by exhaustion. His breathing remains unsteady and uneven, his skin pale, and you can't help but reach out and brush the pad of your thumb across the faint lines beneath his eyes, your brow furrowing deeply. He flinches slightly but doesn’t open his eyes, his breath hitching. “Sorry,” You whisper, going back to smoothing your hand over his hair. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”  Johnny lets out a soft sigh, leaning his forehead against your stomach. “S' okay…” He shifts a little closer to you, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “...just glad yer here.” You bite your lower lip, tracing patterns into the back of his hand with your thumb, pressing soft kisses against his forehead as you let him snuggle closer, relishing in the simple closeness of it all. It eases your nerves knowing he's safe with you and calms the storm raging inside of you. Your mind wanders back to earlier, the images of him lying, half-dead, in that field flashing unbidden through your mind.   It takes a lot to make Johnny Cade cry, but the second you had knelt down beside him and pulled him into your arms while the gang huddled about you, his composure had completely crumbled. Sobs had wracked his body, shaking his entire frame, and you could do nothing but hold him until he had finally calmed down. And now, here he was, curled up into your embrace, clinging to you like a lifeline. Every little noise made him jump, every sudden movement made his muscles tense, and your heart ached for him. You wanted so badly to make everything better, but there was nothing you could do. All you could do was stay there, holding him as he cried, wishing that there was something you could do besides sit by and whisper softly to him. But, you know, right now, just you being there is enough for him.
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𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!
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hellothereimaloser · 16 days
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My cutie patootie ✊🤩 rendering is working out for me ngl I'm pretty proud of this one
i'm drawing Ponyboy next 🤩
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