#two bit x reader

[outsidersstuff16]

could you how the gang (individual) would act if you laid on their chest?

Order: Ponyboy, Johnny, Dallas, Soda, Darry, Steve, and Two-Bit

Ponyboy

Ponyboy was laying in his bed, reading A Time to Kill on a comfy Sunday evening and you just got back from a messy family dinner. You were really sad cause your parents announced a divorce so who were you gonna run to? Ponyboy Curtis of course! You knocked politely on the Curtis family door and Darry answered, letting you in. You made a beeline to Ponyboy's room and he didn't even look up from his book when you entered, however when you laid on his chest quietly and wrapped your arms around his torso, it was a completely different story. He set down his book gently and kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you tightly

"want me to read aloud?" He asked quietly, picking his book back up and rubbing your back softly

"yes please, my love.." you said quietly burying your head into his chest, listening to him as he read.

Johnny

It was a cold night out in the lot, as per usual you were out there because your parents were absolutely eggy shit flytrap std sperm links and kicked you out of the house for the night, you and Johnny were sitting quietly beside each other nervously. You were always very nervous around Johnny. Soon enough it hit 46°F. You and Johnny shivered gently. You turned to Johnny and hugged him quietly, trying too keep warm from the cold temperature. he laid down, allowing your head to fall gently onto his chest. It felt so right, Just you and him staying warm under the stars.

"Hey.. I'm boutta fall asleep, I love you.." you said quietly.

"I love you too... Sleep tight, pretty baby.." he said quietly before drifting off to sleep as well.

Dallas

You were stay at bucks with Dally for the night. You were sitting on the floor as Dally was smoking a fat joint, you were feeling really clingy but was too afraid to go up and touch him, you leaned up against the wall quietly before sighing softly.

"the hell is you huffin and fuckin puffin for over there?" He questioned sternly. You apologized softly. He had invited you onto the bed, in which you quietly obeyed, sitting on the bed quietly, he laid down and finished his blunt, you quietly laid your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, he did so as well, the rest of the night was spent in silence.

Soda

You were very upset. You had been getting picked on and made fun of by Soda's 'fan girls' it made you very upset because you loved Soda for Soda, not his looks but for what made him, him. You walked into the Curtis house knowing Ponyboy was at school and Darry was at work. You walked in and quietly knocked on the door. Soda Le you in, greeting you with a warm smile and loving hug, you sat down beside him in his bed before he laid down and made the "come here motion" to you. You laid on his chest and just broke down.

"I hate the girls who like you, their so.. so mean.. I love you Soda, not your looks.." you said softly, Soda gave a soft chuckle before giving your cheek a kiss.

"I love you too, Sweetheart. Your too nice, y'know that?" He asked quietly, his arms around my waist getting slightly tighter.

Darry

Darry had had a shitty week at work this week and if there was anything that would be able to cheer him up, it was you! You walked in quietly with a plate of pumpkin spice cookies and a love letter you wrote Darry. You put both on the counter and went into his room, he was laying in bed with a sour look on his face. You walked over and laid down, setting your head gently on his chest.

"Darry, bubba, 'm so sorry your week has been so bad... I love you bub, I'll do my best to support you, 'kay?" You asked quietly he just nodded quietly and kissed your cheek and forehead.

"I smell the fucking cookies.. I love those cookies. Thank you darlin'..." He said quietly, earning a quiet laugh out of you.

Steve

Steve was recovering from a hang over rand you were more than happy to take care of him, he was VERRYYY hung over, he had drank 2 bottles of vodka last night which really wasn't smart of him. You had gotten him some food and he ate, you had put on his favorite t.v. show and bought him a couple of liters of ginger ale.

"thank you, mi amor.. I love you so so much.. you take care of me so good... I wanna marry you some day, y'know?" You nodded softly knowing he more than likely wasnt gonna remember a single word he just said after he's all better.

"I love you too Steve, with my entire life.." you said quietly, you laid down in his bed beside him and laid your head on his chest gently, listening to his heart beat as the night wore on, he didn't say much but peppered you head with kisses and giving you the occasional squeeze and having a look of contentment on his face.

Two-Bit

You and Two-Bit had just finished baby sitting his little sister. Two-Bit laid on the couch, beer bottle in hand, watching mickey mouse with an entertained smile gracing his features, you and yawned softly and laid down on the couch with your head on his chest.

"oh baby, you're tired ain't you..? I know, she can take a whole hell of a lot of energy to watch..." He said softly, he set his beer bottle down and started combing gently through your hair with his hand.

"do you care if I crash here tonight..? It's late I don't wanna walk home alone.." you said quietly, Two-Bit let you stay over, you stayed laying where you were originally. He had the biggest smile on his face.

[callme-holly]

𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐃.𝐂

||۶ৎ part 2 of the "radio silence" series

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YOU START TO SEE MORE OF THEM AFTER THAT NIGHT.

Not that you were trying to—you wanted nothing more than to avoid any chances of bumping into Darry—but they seemed to be everywhere no matter where you went. At the DX when you just wanted to fill up your tank. The drive-in. The diner… 

They all remembered you fondly. They’d smile and usher you over, an invite you could never ignore no matter how much you wanted to. You’d chat for a while, laugh in a way that made you feel lighter than you had in years… And then the dreaded topic would creep back in…

“Why did you and Darry break up?” 

You’d simply shrug in response, not knowing the answer yourself. Distance. Miscommunications. Both wanting different things… You didn’t know. 

Whatever it was, people seemed to get the hint and would move on to normal, more comfortable subjects. had clapped you on the shoulder so forcefully that it made you wince through a smile, almost knocking you off balance. "Didn't think you'd ever show your face around here again," he'd grinned. "But it's good to see you."

Steve gave you an awkward hug and said, "You look like New York chewed you up and spat you back onto the sidewalk." And you'd laughed because he couldn't have gotten closer to the truth.

Even Johnny—kind, quieter-than-usual Johnny—offered a small smile and a wave like no time had passed at all.

But Darry? Darry said nothing. 

He was always around, always hovering in the background like a piercing buzz in your ears. You’d catch glimpses of him slouching against walls or booths, wanting no part of the gang's antics and doing everything in his power to not look at you. Sometimes you’d catch him staring; you would feel his eyes on your back, but whenever you spoke, he had an excuse to leave. Something carefully curated and clearly planned in advance. 

You tried not to care—you tried so hard. But it hurt. Of course it hurt. Because deep down, you just wanted your boy back… 

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It kept happening. No matter how often you tried to avoid the places he frequented, he’d always be there. Shopping, walking, simply going about his own business; you always found him and he always found you, like you were both attached to either end of a long string that only stretched so far. 

“I just… I don’t know, Soda,” you sighed, sitting down on your mottled couch and handing him a drink. The furniture was clearly second-hand, battered and ancient, but cheap enough for you to not care. “He’s everywhere.” 

Sodapop hummed in response, lounging back in your chair, accepting the drink with a nod. “Maybe it’s a sign.” He muttered, and that idea made you want to throw up and pray all at once.

“I hope not.” You settled on, your voice mingled with the gentle drip-drop of rainwater hitting the hardwood flooring. The leak was becoming an issue, a large stain starting to spread across the ceiling that made you cringe as you looked at it. Unremovable and unescapable. Just like Darrel Curtis. 

“You should get that fixed.” Soda mused, following your gaze with curious eyes.

“I’m planning on it,” You sighed, rubbing idly at your temple. “I’ll call someone later.” 

“Don’t waste your money.” His voice startled you, the suddenness of his statement jolting your whole body. “I know someone who would do it for free.” 

And while you were suspicious, you didn’t question it. Any money you could save up was money towards a ticket back to New York… 

So you’d said yes.

You regretted that choice the second the doorbell rang and you opened the door, a smile plastered on your features, which dropped the moment you took in the figure standing on your porch.

“Darry?” 

He looked just as surprised as you, brows raised high, his muscles clearly tensed under the tight fabric of his shirt. “Uh— Soda said you got a leak?” 

You nodded, as if on autopilot, holding the door open in invitation. It seemed rude to shut the door on him after he’d come all this way, especially since those were the first words he’d spoken to you since dinner last week. 

“It’s small… If it’s too much trouble, I’ll just toss a bucket under it and hope there’s no rain—” 

But the headshake he gave in response shut you up immediately and you could only watch as he inspected the bubbling paint with all the focus of a man who had been doing this for years. 

“No. I’m not having you living in a house close to flooding.” And while the house was definitely at no risk of filling with water, there was a sweetness behind the words that made your chest tighten. 

“Okay…” Was all you could manage as he dragged himself back outside, the door closing behind him as he climbed to the roof to begin working. Working. That was why he was here. Not for you. Not anymore.

You slumped onto the couch with a groan, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes, willing away the pain and the tears you’d wasted far too much energy on over the years. He didn’t deserve it. Not anymore. 

When he eventually came back down, the sun had started to sink low on the horizon, and you were entirely drained of energy. His shirt clung to his back with sweat, sleeves pushed up, and his hands were rough as ever. Still beautiful.

"Should be fine for now," he muttered, packing away the last of his tools and you leaned against the doorframe. "Might need a full fix soon, but it'll hold through the next couple of storms."

He headed to the sink without asking, scrubbing his hands free of grit and dirt. You watched in silence, heart knocking in your ribs in a beat you'd become far too familiar with.

When he dried his hands and headed for the door, bag over his shoulder, you heard yourself say words entirely unfiltered and masked with a pain that made his heart clench.

"Why didn't you return my calls?" 

He exhaled slowly, hand still gripping the door handle tightly, knuckles turning white. “You really want to do this now?” 

“I think it’s overdue, don’t you?” 

The silence that followed was oppressive, weighing down on you like a tidal wave, dragging you into the rough current and drowning you in your own sense of self-pity. 

“You left first.” He muttered, and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“I left for college. A chance at the life you supported. You told me to go! You promised we’d sort it out together!” 

“You stopped calling.” Another accusation; another reason why it was your fault.

“Because you stopped answering, Darry!” You let out a laugh, lacking any real humour and filled with a burning frustration. “What was I supposed to do?” 

You watched his jaw clench, eyes narrowing as he set his bag down slowly, turning to face you. His frame towered over you, intimidating. "I had responsibilities. Sorry I couldn't drop everything and go running after you."

"I wasn't asking you to drop everything. I just wanted to know you cared."

"I had two brothers who depended on me. A house to hold together. I didn't have the luxury of going after something that was already slipping through my damn fingers."

It was unclear whether he was talking about you or his scholarship. Either way, he'd lost both. Not by choice, but by the harsh reality of the world.

"So what?" You whispered, tears finally welling in the corners of your eyes, shining like stars. "You just let go?"

His face fell, the harsh lines softening as he looked down at you. He looked younger this way, vulnerable, like the boy you'd left behind.

"What else was I meant to do? You were building a life for yourself without me." His tone was gentler now, but still bitter enough to make you flinch. "Didn't think you wanted me in it anymore."

"I did." Your voice cracked, a sound so agonising that he inhaled sharply, bending down to pick up his bag.

He didn't say another word. Simply turned his back on you, reaching for the door once more and finally opening it.  

“Darry—” You cried, stepping forward as if to intercept him but making no real move to reach out. 

“I never gave up.” He stated, and for a moment you heard the slight waver behind his words. “I just didn’t know how to hold on to what we had.”

“We were scared.” You tried, suddenly desperate for him to hold you in his arms again, to wipe your tears and pet your hair…

“Maybe we still are.” 

And then he was gone, walking back to his truck like he hadn’t just crushed your heart into a million pieces for the second time in his life. 

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[b0n3s-is-gay]

pleasseeee do more submissive greasers stuff i ate the last one up

YES, I'm just doing 3 though (Darry, Two-bit, Dally).

Darrel Shaynne Curtis:

As I said in my last one, he is a whiney sub. He's not shy about it unless his brothers are asleep in the room next door. So he's okay with you shutting him up.

Not a big fan of toys, he just can't really get behind them being used on himself. Don't get him wrong, he's willing to test the waters but they're just not fun for himself.

No degration. He degrades feels really bad already post accident and post book. Praise him, please. He needs to hear how good he's doing, always.

He's not a big fan of risks. The most risk you'll get out of him is sex in the living room when he knows that the gang is out and won't be back anytime soon.

Darry is okay with you overstimmulating him, it shuts down his brain for awhile. He loves it, adores it even. It's like a little brain vacation that is needed, between his brothers, gang, and job, he needs it. Don't stop unless he safewords

If you're going to bite him, bite him below the neck. He doesn't want his boss, his brothers, or the gang to see any of the bites. He loves when you mark him up, don't get him wrong, but he's gotta remain in control and professional.

Keith 'Two-Bit' Mathews:

He's loud, like very loud. Louder than one might think. Two-bit is so damn loud that you have got to shut him up to even think about doing anything like this.

Has a few toys, nothing much but he's got them. A dildo, a vibrator, and a few othr toys. How you use them is up to you when you're in control.

Overstimulate him, do it! Don't be shy, he wants you to do it! Shut his brain off, make him cry from pleasure. DO IT. He's asking for it, don't stop until he's begging for mercy.

Doesn't care how you talk to him. Two-bit doesn't give a single fuck how you're talking to him. Just keep talking him. If you praise him, alright, he's all for it. You're degrading him? Also awesome, call him whatever you want just don't go too overboard.

Two-bit has only ever safeworded twice, once when you overstimulated him so much that it hurt and once when he's been denied so long that he's got to let go. In both cases, he's smiling after he's gotten his way.

Doesn't mind giving you whatever you want as long as he doesn't get hurt too bad. Scratches, bites, accidentally making him bleed from going too hard, that's fine. Intentionally making him bleed, hurt, punch, or anything else? Yeah, no. No thank you.

Dallas 'Dally' Winston:

Brat, he's a brat. When he's not in charge, he's still gonna act like he is. Dally is challenging you, wanting you to make him submit. Do it, he's going to fight you, but do it!

Dally wants you to bite him, scratch him. Stake your claim on him in the most carnal way. Show it off, put those bites and scratches in areas that he can't cover up; neck, chest, back, ect. ANYWHERE.

Sometimes, on a rare occassion, Dally is quiet, so quiet. Not like when he's in control, he's just softly panting and gazing up at you with those wide eyes.

Dallas doesn't want toys anywhere near himself. He doesn't wanna use them on you or himself, so he doesn't own any. He just doesn't want any of them, it doesn't make him insecure or anything, he just doesn't like them.

Dally once ONCE cried from pleasure, not because he was overstimulated but because it felt so good. He's had other partners but he's never really been so taken care of that he's got tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks. (He makes you swear not to tell anyone.)

He likes to think he's in charge when he's in the space. Dally likes to think that he's a power bottom but he's not, he's really not. 9.9/10 he's in charge in the bedroom, but that 0.1 is him begging softly or staring up at you with a pleasure dazed expression.

[twobitsblade]

If you write for twobit can you pls write some dating headcannons for him? I love ur username btw!!

(yes, of course i can, and thank you so much! i feel like people don’t appreciate the creative genius that went into it enough.)

DATING TWO-BIT MATHEWS

✮ loves making fun of you and poking at you, especially if you’re the type to get really upset over it.

✮ in relation to the last one: whenever you cry, he laughs—not because he actually finds it funny, but because he just can’t control it.

✮ always insists that you dress up as minnie mouse while he goes as mickey for halloween, especially when you’re handing out candy together.

✮ the king of pda—he physically cannot resist keeping his hand in your back pocket or wrapping an arm around you in a chokehold while you’re out.

✮ constantly begs you to do your makeup, hair, and wear outfits that he likes (which are all hideous, by the way). but if you even suggest something for him to wear, he’s laughing in your face and making fun of you to the rest of the gang.

✮ lets you put makeup on him because he thinks it’s funny and loves how much it makes his kid sister laugh. every single time, without fail, when you announce that you’re “done!” in that sugary-sweet voice of yours, he immediately mimics you—“do i look like a pretty princess?”—batting his eyelashes dramatically. it always earns him a swat on the back of the head.

[maxiebearz]

hi! I could I ask for some headcanons for Darry Curtis as a husband and dad? 😊

YES YES YES :3

Darry as a husband and dad :3

Husband headcannons:

- I think he would be a great husband, he just seems like such a gentleman 🙏 he would open doors for you and say "ladies first" 100 percent and get anything for you if you asked

You want water? He's already getting up and grabbing it.

Your sad? He's making you your favorite meal and staying by your side until you feel better.

Dad headcannons:

- He would be AMAZING with kids. I mean he has 2 little brothers that he takes care of so he would definitely be a great dad

- If you got pregnant during the outsiders cannon when Darry was working a lot you would definitely be a bit scared to tell him because he's already taking care of Pony and Soda and working his ass off.

When you told him he would definitely be a bit nervous because your both still young, but he would just tell you that your gonna get through it together.

- He would be so protective with his kid omg. I feel like he would be a girl dad so he would be so protective with her and make sure nobody tries to hurt her.

- If the baby started crying in the middle of the night he would definitely be the one who would get up even if you tried to tell him you could.

"Dar I can do it-"

"No. I got it."

Overall he would be an amazing dad and husband :3

[imdead770]

The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Two-Bit Mathews

Authors Note: Sorry if this is trash, I'm forcing myself to write right now. Enjoy!

Two-Bit Mathews

○ Personally, Two-Bit isn't my type, but apparently he's yours.

○ This funny, dumbass drunkard.

○ I don't think he's gotten a whole lot of girls. He's no Sodapop, he knows that

○ So whenever he liked you, who's way out of his league, he thought he didn't stand a chance

○ Like you're over here looking all stunning and he's in a mickey mouse t-shirt

○ But somehow, someway, you liked him back

○ Even though he didn't notice, he didn't really have anything to loose, so he just asked you

"Hey, ya' should see a movie with me. It's real' fun, I swear."

"Yeah, sure."

○ Literally flipped his shit

"YALL AIN'T GON' BELIEVE IT, I GOTTA DATE WITH 'EM"

"You lyin', ain't ya'?"

"Fuck you, Dal."

○ Literally made jokes the whole movie

○ You couldn't even process the plot because he was making jokes

○ Horror movie? Nah, now it's a comedy.

"Why he fuckin' 'er like that?"

"Two, shut up, I'm tryna watch."

"Dang.. never knew ya'd be so into a sex clip"

○ You two just talked the whole time

○ You talked about everything. From bad pick-up lines to inside jokes, it came up.

○ Oncr you two became official, it was just bad pick-up lines x2

○ He still can't believe he got you of all people

○ He's not complaining though

○ You two have so many inside jokes it's not even funny

"Babe, ya' remember that bald guy?"

○ You're over here giggling while the gang's just like "what the fuck"

○ Compared to Dallas, he's super affectionate

○ Holding you hand, arm around you, all that

○ You two 100% watch Mickey Mouse together

○ Either you watch with him or you're just teasing him the whole time

○ Either way he's just happy to spend time with you

○ He drinks a bit less because of you

○ So that's good

○ You two do really childish shit together

○ Blanket forts, making potions with random products, all that

○ If you have a 'reputation' he'll be all mature around you in public

○ At least he tried to be, ultimately fails

○ I think you two would be better together if you don't really give a fuck, though

○ Dignity isn't really Two-Bits thing

○ All in all its just a really fun light-hearted relationship

○ Sorry this is short. As short as his dick lol

[winstonsns]

i read your cuteness aggression for the curtis!reader and i’m in love! can you maybe do preferences with a curtis!reader who’s a year younger than pony? thank you and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! ☺️

the gang and 13 year old curtis!reader (request)

pairings: ponyboy x reader, johnny x reader, soda x reader, darry x reader, dally x reader, two-bit x reader, steve x reader

warnings: cussing

authors note: this is strictly platonic guys!! i feel like i’ve been falling off lately LMAO. i hope u guys enjoy though 💗

word count: 1.0k

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you are the closest in the gang, being the closest in age and him being a protective older brother to you

he doesn’t always feel the closest to his siblings because him and darry are always arguing, soda’s in the middle and doesn’t interfere anymore

but you’re always one to comfort pony after he gets into a heated argument with his oldest brother

he helps you with homework a lot since you’re not far behind him, he helps you study and get super high grades so darry isn’t on your ass for shitty grades

pony also reads you books when you’re stressed, it’s also just something he enjoys doing in your presence

quality time means a lot to him because his brothers are never home, he’ll read a magazine or do homework in a room with you, it gives him a sense of safety

JOHNNY CADE

the two of you aren’t exactly the closest in age but you talk to each other about everything

you and johnny hang out at the lot and sometimes fall asleep there, when you wake up, you direct him to your house so he can sleep there too

sometimes he’ll give you little gifts for fun, remembers a lot of things you tell him

if you talk about a book or item you want once, he’ll get it as soon as he can

he really appreciates your friendship and will do anything to keep it and strengthen it

probably let’s you borrow his switchblade even though he always has it on him, has backups too

SODAPOP CURTIS

he’s the most annoying but loving brother to you, always asking you if you have a partner yet and teasing you if you do

“ooooh.. who were you hangin’ out with today, y/n? you like them?”

“soda, i’ve been friends with them for years!”

“yeah, but do you like them?”

he’s the embodiment of the trend ‘i know love is real because (name) is real and they are full of it’

soda makes sure you have a lot of attention and love, doesn’t necessarily try to replace your parents but is somewhat nurturing to you

he doesn’t rant to you often because he knows it can be overwhelming, you’re just a kid, as he puts it and shouldn’t be dealing with others problems

sometimes he’ll take you to the DX after school so you can gossip and you can learn about working

DARRY CURTIS

darry’s your eldest brother and is extremely protective of you, always checks up on you and asking about your day

he has the same expectations for you and ponyboy, he checks over your homework but is calmer with you

he wants you to be with some sort of guardian wherever you go, even if you’re walking down the street for fun

he knows it’s not the safest for you to be alone, especially at night

because he doesn’t have the best relationship with his brothers, he makes cake with you more often than he does with the others

he does not let you participate in rumbles, he says it’s way too dangerous for you to fight

DALLAS WINSTON

he fucking hates kids so it’s a surprise he enjoys your presence

you remind him a bit of himself, you’re a bit of an ‘outcast in the outcasts’ because you’re the youngest and told you can’t do anything

so dally teaches you how to live in case you ever get put on the streets, teaches you what to do in the worst case scenarios

he’s hard on you though, it’s tough love and he can get really frustrated if you get hurt or in trouble because he’s taught you how to protect yourself

steals random stuff for you, most of the time it’s candy or random sweets like popcorn from the drive in, sometimes it’s a drink

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you remind him of his younger sister, he feels obligated to protect you in some way

most of the time, soda and darry are working so they aren’t home most of the time, pony’s hanging out with johnny so keith watches over you

sometimes he calls himself your babysitter because he thinks it’s funny, it’s even better that he knows you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself

he’ll tell you super inappropriate jokes and when darry’s there, he’ll smack him on the back of the head

“two, knock it off. she doesn’t needa hear that stuff!”

“i didn’t even do anything, super—“

he steals stuff for you too, whether it’s something related to your studies or a random item you want for some reason

STEVE RANDLE

originally didn’t want to be around you, he doesn’t want to be around ponyboy and you’re with him all the time

but eventually, steve warms up to you and lets you hang out with him and the gang sometimes

he’s actually pretty smart and not many people expect that from him, he helps you with homework even though he can get frustrated at times if you don’t understand

if you’re into cars, expect him to teach you all about them and for him to invite you to the DX

maybe he lets you help him fix some of the cars, of course you won’t get paid money, instead snacks he gives you for free

soda will come up to you in the morning as you’re barely awake, talking to you

“steve said to come to the DX after school, gonna teach you some stuff about cars.”

[spikedhe4rt]

Heyyyy!! can you do nsfw and sfw hcs for twobit pretty please😜💁🏽‍♀️

Two-Bit x Reader Headcannons 🎭

A/N: hi guys…😣 I apologize for my long absence, ive had a rough couple past months but that has nothing to do with yall so i wont dump on yall. I MISSED ALL OF YOU BABIES SO MUCH 🤗 I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS AND I LOVE YOU

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❥ You see him a drive-in, joking around with other greasers.

❥ Next thing you know, he trying to pull that "pull up a girls skirt" trick on you.

❥ But you see it coming and turn around quickly and grab his hands.

"Whatcha doing?" You quip. He looks stunned but quickly smiles. "You're a quick one, aren't you, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He's actually pretty cute. "You could say that...Keith, right?" He nods, "Call me Two-bit" he tells you. It's your turn to nod.

"Wanna makeout?" he asks as you both continue to look at eachother. His words shock you to the point, you let go of his hands. Two-bit busts out laughing, "Look at your face!  I got you to let go of my hands, little lady." He waves his hands up before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded. And a little hot in the cheeks.

❥ You don't see him again till you're walking around and see him getting into it with socs.

❥ You didn't want loop yourself in his fight so you waited around the corner. After hearing a couple punches, groans, and feet slapping the pavement.

❥ You peaked around the corner, cautiously. You had to make sure they we're actually gone, right? Or were you nervous to see Keith? Doesn't matter.

"Are you okay?"

"Could be better!"

❥ He let you take him back to your place to clean him up surprisingly.

❥ Sitting on his lap nervously because he insisted you needed to be closer to bandage his nose.

❥ Two-bit holding you by your waist so don't fall back (you weren't going to, but he liked holding you)

❥ You awkwardly asking him on a date while bandaging his last wound

"So this might be a bad time, because you might have concussion and all but wanna go out with me" You nervously whispered to him.

He gave you half a smile, "Of course, little lady"

❥ You guys start dating shortly after!

❥ Pulling pranks together as a couple!

❥ Movie nights watching mickey and eating

a whole chocolate cake

"Two, stop eating all the fucking cake..." you groaned as he took another big bite. "Maybe if you ear faster, you would have more" he playfully rebutdtaled. You picked up your fork with a big hunk of cake and swiped it down his shirt. He put on a fake shocked face before smiling "You're on, little lady"

❥ Having playdates with his little sister

❥ Him calling you his favorite girl all the time

❥ Him goofily asking for kisses by saying "Lay one on me, sweets"

❥ Making him lunch because cooking is your love language

❥ Him always paying for your meals when yall go out because he insists.

❥ You, Him and Dally getting drunk off yalls asses and hanging out.

❥ Him stealing magazines and other stuff you like from the store.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ He's a switch (Mostly Dom)

❥ Him putting you into mating press so you can feel him as deep as you can

❥ Him fingering you as you bitch and whine for his cock.

Two-bit fingers slightly curl as he thrusts them inside your wet cunt. "K-keith, fuck please" you mewl as you grabbed his arm for support. "Need you so bad, want your cock" you continue as he makes your orgasm approach for about the 3rd time with just his fingers.

❥ Taking dirty polaroids for him to keep in his wallet

❥ Him going into full sub mode when you ride him because of how good it feels.

"Fuck, baby keep going just like that" Two moaned as you grind against him. You smiled down at him as you continued. "Let me cum, please, ill be good. I swear it."

❥ Him slowly kissing up your chest to your neck when he pushes into you.

❥ Begging him to go faster as he teases you with slow strokes

"Please go faster, i need it so bad. Your cock feels so good, Keith"            

"Yea? you gonna be a good slut for me?"

❥ Him overstimulating you to the point of tears giving you head.

❥ Hair pulling...from the both of you!

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: my birthday is coming up on the 30th so if any of yall are good editors, would you mind editing me? 😣 reply here and ill give you my insta 🤗

[imbadatwrighting]

Curtis!reader: Yeah, I think people will be pretty happy with my winning phrase: “You just got banged.” Then I point to my bangs.

Darry: Mm, Hun, don’t say “banged.”

Curtis!reader: What’s wrong with “banged?” I banged you. I banged Soda. I banged Pony. I banged the whole gang!

Darry: Oh my god.

[2knightt]

— YOU SHOWED ME LOVE .

—IN WHICH, the greasers realize they’re truly, and honestly, in love.

tags/warnings: gn!reader possible OOC, story-focused rather than comedic headcanons, fluff and nothing else(lie), comforting steve, swearing, soda’s part is rushed cuz i ran out of ideas.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ wow shocker i leave for awhile and come back with a new theme. anyways, hi angels! i love you all sm and i forgot how much i loved being here🥹..! i missed u guys so much!

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Johnny Cade

cars zoomed by the lot at concerning speeds, the sound of wind being broken up by the obnoxious cop sirens or a drunkard yelling down the street.

though, to you and johnny, all of that fell to deaf ears. it was like the world didn’t matter to you—as long as johnny sat beside you.

the stars seemed to only shine above you two, twinkling and gleaming in ways that you’d never seen before. the moon was your sunlight, with johnny giving you the warmth.

his head rested on top of yours that was against his shoulder, his arm draped loosely around your waist. your thigh was pressed against his, making him more than a little nervous.

sitting in the lot with you made him nervous, despite you and him dating for a long while now. you made him..giddy. that’s the word.

you made him feel like a child again; the child he never got to be.

johnny had his head tilted upward toward the stars and the sky, matching what you were doing so he didn’t look like a clueless idiot.

your hand left your lap, your eyes flickering downward for just a moment that went unnoticed to johnny. you gently grabbed his scarred hand, holding his hand in yours. you held him like he was glass.

johnny felt his face get hot. like, really hot. you were so gentle with him, the type of gentle that he had never been treated with.

he looked down at you, your head still on his shoulder. your hair was so shiny, you were so beautiful and such a perfect fit for him with the way your body mended with his in a time like this.

perfect.

his lips were quickly pressed against the crown of your head, pulling away before he got too nervous to talk.

“i love you, y’know.”

Dallas Winston

“you’ll be fine.”

“i feel like ‘m bleedin’ out.”

dallas complained as he sat on your couch, his legs spread so that you could properly stand between them. you continued to dab the wet cloth against his cheek to get the dried blood off.

there seemed to be just as much of dried blood as there was fresh, his arms and hands coverer in gauze and bandaids.

you gently held his chin to turn his head every which way you needed, because he allowed you to. he liked you so much, he allowed you to move him around like a doll.

though, he liked slyvia a lot, too and she couldn’t do stuff like that. stuff like this with slyvia was weird, even if he did like her.

so, why was it different with you? what made you, of all people, so special?

his eyes were locked onto yours, taking extra note to how focused you look on cleaning his face up. you were pretty. like, real pretty.

dallas was quick to avert his eyes when he realized just how sappy his internal monologue sounded.

“what?”

you asked, taking note to how hyper-aware dallas suddenly looked. his jaw was clenched slightly as he seemingly refused to look at you.

how you always knew when something was up with him, he may never know.

“nothin’. the cuts jus’ hurt,”

he lied right out of his teeth.

dallas’ eyes met yours once more, trying to act tough once again. he asked himself once more, what made you so different?

“are you sure?”

you dropped the wet cloth slightly, the rag no longer against his cheek. you looked worried, and you sounded just as nervous.

you cared.

you cared for dallas winston. that’s what made you different.

dallas knew you were different from his other flings.

he liked his other flings. he loved you. he loved that you cared for him, genuinely.

he extended his hands out, grabbing your waist to pull you closer with a firm tug, your knee supporting you up as it was pressed against the edge of the couch.

“oh, ‘m real sure, pretty.”

“dally, please.”

“please, what?”

“don’t start with me now, winston.”

Ponyboy Curtis

you were golden.

completely and utterly golden. the sunset reflected off your skin like you were an angel, your eyes shimmering like the stars above, the flush across your face making you look beyond innocent.

ponyboy was the one to drag you out into the cold oklahoma winter in the first place. he just wanted to watch the sunset with you, the person he liked.

he protested against your arguments of, ‘it’s so cold out, though! it’s so warm inside, pony. don’t make me go out there!’ with, ‘it’s just a sunset. it’ll be for a few minutes! i jus’ wanna watch it with you. please, y/n?’

‘watch the sunset,’ his ass. he looked at the setting sun maybe twice in the span of 3 minutes. you were too beautiful to not look at.

of course, and thankfully, you were oblivious to his staring.

“it’s really pretty,”

you muttered. your eyes were locked onto the horizon, and his were locked onto his future.

his future.

the more he thought about it, he really liked you. like, to the point where whenever he envisioned a mile stone in his life, you were always there.

when he imagined graduating, you’d be there. when he imagined going to college, you’d be there. when he imagined getting married, you’d be standing at the alter with him.

he loved his future.

he loved you.

“real pretty.”

ponyboy agreed, but for a different reason.

Sodapop Curtis

the moonlight seeped through the curtains of his room, illuminating the lines that it managed to sneak it’s way through. the midnight sky was bright, yet the moon seemed to be the only focus for the stars.

soda held you in his arms loosely, your head resting gently on his chest. he traced imaginary shapes on the lower part of your back.

the sound of his fan whirling rang out through his room, your breathing falling into a rhythm as you drifted off to sleep.

soda always seemed to notice when you were about to fall asleep, and you didn’t know how he did. you were starting to suspect he might be a wizard.

he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, letting his lips linger there for a moment.

his life was hectic. it really was. he was a dropout who works a full time job to help his older brother keep a roof over their head, and he worked as a middle man in arguments.

but you, you were a breath of fresh air.

he needed you like he needed water.

he needs you.

he loves needing something, and he loves needing you.

he loves you. soda loves you so, so, so much.

“good night, baby. i love you.”

Darry Curtis

“oh, y/n,”

darry sighed as he entered the kitchen. the smell of freshly cooked dinner wafted through the air, leaving a comforting taste in everyone’s mouth.

he walked up behind you, your back turned to him as your focus was on scrubbing the last bit of dishes. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling himself closer to you as if he needed to be as close as possible.

he rested his chin on your shoulder, his eyes looking down at your hands in the sink. you turned your head to look back at him, your faces a mere centimetres away.

you couldn’t necessarily help the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips at seeing darry look so grateful.

darry was a busy, hardworking man. that's who he was, and who he will always be as long as he lives. he provides with no one to provide for him.

until you came into the photo.

darry was cooking dinner out of fear that soda'd burn the roasted potatoes he said he'd make, and ponyboy was just..not that good with anything other than eggs.

he was cooking, cleaning, and working. he had no time to himself, it seemed. but you, the angel you are, takes it off his hands. maybe it was to just have him all to yourself after work, he didn’t care.

you were the angel that he prayed for day and night.

and god knows how darry loves angels.

you ruffed his hair, not bothering to dry off the water that stuck to your skin. darry chuckled, lightly shaking his head in a poor attempt to dry his loose curls.

in his own retaliation, he pulls you impossibly close, attacking your face with as many kisses he could. giggles filled the room as you attempted to push yourself away from him, only for his grip to tighten.

he pulled away at his expense, pressing one last kiss on the crown of your head.

“love you, doll. i really do,”

Steve Randle

“you’re always welcomed here, steve. you know that,”

you lightly scolded him as he sat on the edge of your bed. he’d been couch hopping before he came to you, a broken and embarrassed man.

you were rummaging around in your closest for another old blanket he could use, since from prior experience, you learned that steve has a tendency to hog the blanket you two shared.

“i know, i know.”

he begrudgingly grumbled, hurriedly avoiding eye contact with you with his head down, looking at his hands on his lap.

you looked over your shoulder, seeing just how embarrassed he looked asking for help tugged on your heart strings a little.

steve was never one to ask for help, no. he thought he was too prideful, too good, for help. he thought that he was superman with the way he thought he could help himself 24/7.

you sighed, taking a few steps toward him. you squatted down in front of him, lightly grabbing his hand and holding in it yours. he finally looked back at you with lowered brows, his eyes making him look way more innocent than he actually is.

“i hope you aren’t lying to me.”

“what?”

“do you actually know that i’m always here for you, or are you sayin’ that to shut me up?”

you questioned, allowing yourself to be straightforward since it seemed like that was the only language he knew.

steve shifted his eyes away from yours for a moment, a small huff leaving his lips.

“maybe.”

“steve,”

you started, the disappointment emanate in your tone. you stood up, letting go of his rough hand to cup his face. you forced him to look back at you.

“you know you aren’t ever a burden. i love having you around. i love you, okay? i wouldn’t ever push you away.”

you stated in the most soothing voice you could muster, looking him right in the eyes to really drive your point forward.

steve took awhile to react. he just looked back at you, letting your words process in his head. after a moment, he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you close.

he buried his face in the nape of your neck, his breaths coming out shaky as he tried to calm himself.

he loved home, he really did.

and, look, steve isn’t stupid. he’s heard and understood the saying that, ‘home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.’ but he always thought it was stupid.

how do you feel at home?

well, now he gets it.

with you in his arms, you comforting him and talking to him like he was a human, and he’s never felt more at home.

and holy shit, he loves this feeling.

“love you. love you so, so, so much.”

Two-Bit Mathews

laughter rang out through your empty living room, the television being completely drowned out.

you gasped for more air as you and two-bit laughed at an inside joke that seemed to only make sense to you two. you hand your hand on his shoulder, the other on your stomach. two-bit was leaning toward you unconsciously.

“holy hell, two-bit! that’s so messed up!”

you feigned innocence, pretending like you didn’t play into the jokes that slipped off his tongue.

“well, shit! then i guess we’re both messed up since you were jus’ talkin’ about-“

“hey, wait!”

you were quick to cut him off, leaning toward him to cover his mouth with your hand.

“don’t go snitchin’ on me!”

two-bit snickered to the best of his ability, grabbing your wrist lightly to pull you toward him closer. you stumbled toward him, two-bit catching you by putting his hands firmly on your hips.

looking back at you with a sloppy smile across your face, your eyes having a certain mischievous shine to them made it hard for two-bit to look away.

you were so beautiful when you were happy. you were always beautiful.

how someone like you was able to understand his type of humour is beyond him. he just knows that he’s lucky, and that he’d be a fool to let you slip through his fingers.

he didn’t want to lose this moment, ever.

he loved moments like this.

though, he only ever experienced these moments with you. so, is it weird to say that he only loves moments that involve you? does that mean something?

does he love you?

yes, yes he does.

he’d let the whole world know that, too.

“god, i love you, pretty.”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

how do u think the greasers would react if their gf kissed them with flavored lipgloss on?

Summary: The Outsider react to you kissing them with flavoured lipgloss

Warnings: none Author's Note: guess how many lipglosses I have (i have 80!!)

PONYBOY CURTIS

He’s a shy guy and he wont kiss you that often, because pda makes him embarrassed

So when you kiss him out of the blue AND you’re wearing a lipgloss that tastes so good he’s literally blushing out of his mind.

He def will ask you if its edible because he doesn’t want it near his mouth it if it isnt

When you say yes, he’s pressing small kisses to your lips because he wants to

JOHNNY CADE

Is not much of a PDA person but will do it occasionally, this was one of those times.

He kissed you and immediately noticed your flavoured lipgloss.

He just smiled at you because he didn’t know what to say

Now you know to wear that lip gloss more often.

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s a flirt, he’s obviously kissing you, often when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you.

After he kissed you he wiped your lipgloss from his lips while teasing you but then he tasted it a little

He’s laughing and telling you to wear it more often

Def leads to a little make-out session where at the end your lipgloss is totally smeared and everywhere.

STEVE RANDLE

Finds it really funny to ruin your lipgloss, whether it be from smearing it with his thumb, bumping you while your reapply or kissing you over and over

When he kisses you out of the blue, he’s so shocked that you had flavoured lipgloss.

He asked you who you were wearing it for and you rolled your eyes and said him

He’s ruining your lipgloss all the way after that

TWO-BIT MATHEWS 

He actually got a couple of lipglosses for you and asked you to wear them

Little did he know they’re actually flavoured. 

You picked his favorite flavour and kissed him and hes floored

He asked where you got them from and you remind him that he did. He’s so happy with himself

DARRY CURTIS

Tries his best not to kiss you a lot because he has to put up a stoic front and cant be caught lacking

So when he finally does kiss you, albeit a short peck, and his favorite flavour is on your lips he’s actually got a small blush dusting his cheeks.

The whole day he’s just staring at your lips and stealing kisses from you

So much so that you think he has more lipgloss on his lips that you do by the end of the day

DALLAS WINSTON

He’s ok with PDA, its something he does when hes bored.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips and suddenly its an intense make out because he’s tasting his favorite flavour 

Is definitely grossing out everyone who sees him because he’s literally obsessed with it.

Tells you to wear that more often

[anifever]

Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader who’s like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

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Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

[callme-holly]

𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐃.𝐂

||۶ৎ part 3 of the "radio silence" series

MINOR SMUT WARNING !! ⚠︎⚠︎

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YOU DIDN'T SEE HIM FOR DAYS.

One minute he was there, always present no matter where you went… And then he wasn’t. His lack of presence left a strange hollowness in your chest, a section of you slowly becoming more and more empty until it was just a chamber of air and hopelessness. 

Maybe you were both  trying to avoid each other; that seemed to be the most plausible explanation, but it didn't mean it eased the hurt. 

You threw yourself into work like it was the only thing keeping you afloat, staying overtime and then going straight to your parents’ in an attempt to avoid anyone waiting for you at your own home. It was a way to keep you distracted, to stop your thoughts from wandering too much because everytime you took a moment of silence, images of him flashed back into your mind: the argument, his face… 

The worst part was that the gang didn’t seem to notice the rift, or at least if they did, they didn’t point it out. They just went through life like nothing happened, like you were suddenly not around as much, and when you were, their oldest member was always absent. 

It was as if everyone was avoiding the subject—at least until Two-Bit dropped by your place with a six-pack and a grin that you were much too exhausted for.

“You still moping?” He asked, welcoming himself in and settling on your dining chair like he owned the place. “Heard you’ve been hiding.” 

“I’ve been working.” You remarked, taking the offered pack of beers—now missing one—and putting them inside your steadily emptying fridge. “Some of us have bills to pay instead of leaching off our mothers.” 

Two snorted, shaking his head as he tipped back his drink. “Yeah, sure. Just don’t work so hard you forget the rest of us.” He paused for a moment, the silence dragging out heavy and thick. “He’s not been the same since you came back, you know.” 

You swallowed heavily, deciding playing dumb was easier than facing the truth. “Who?” You asked, heading to the sink, suddenly fixated on the dirty dishes.

He shot you a knowing look. “C’mon. He's been quiet. Snappier than usual. Soda's worried."

That seemed to strike a chord in you, sticking with you long after the redhead left, the four cans on the table the only sign he'd ever been there aside from the ache in your chest. His words stuck in your mind, echoing and looping until you were dizzy.

Not been himself... What was that supposed to mean? He missed you? No. 

You kept up the act for the rest of the week, trying to ignore the way sleep became less frequent and how your mind became busier with images of Darry, of his voice shouting, the way his shirt had clung to his frame… 

You finally caved after your Friday shift. The day had been long, the hours gruelling after dealing with what felt like a horde of unhappy patrons. You weren’t thinking straight, and before long you found yourself on the Curtis doorstep,   tub in hand that Pony had brought over days ago.

You told yourself you were solely here on the pretence of returning the tupperware. Not because you knew Darry was the only one home. Not because you missed him. 

You knocked before you could second guess yourself, and the moment the door swung open, your breath hitched. He looked tired—tireder than the last time you saw him—and his hair was still damp from the shower. He was wearing nothing but a tight shirt and stained jeans, his expression caught in surprise. 

“I came to return this.” You say suddenly, thrusting the tub at him so fast he recoiled slightly. 

Darry reached for it warily, fingers brushing yours, sending jolts of electricity through your veins, leaving you buzzing like a live wire. “Thanks.” He grumbled, turning it over a few times before clearing his throat. “You wanna come in?” 

You nodded, not letting your hopes rise. He was just being nice. Keeping the waters calm. No choppy currents. 

The house was quieter than before; no TV humming, no shouting or laughing. Just a silence 

Just the soft creak of floorboards as you followed him into the kitchen. You hesitated for a moment before taking the chair he pulled out for you, the two of you sitting across from one another like strangers. Not people who knew every inch of the other.

It was you who broke the silence.

"Why did you cut me off?" Another question. Desperate.

Darry looked down, hands rubbing at his thighs like the worn denim held the answer he needed. "I didn't know how to love you and be everything else too," He admitted, not looking at you. "I was raising two kids with no future. Wasn't keeping us above water."

You blinked away the sting of tears, not letting him see how much he still affected you. "You should've told me. I would have come home—”

"No." He snapped, voice cracking with a rawness that made you stiffen. "That's exactly why. Because you were doing what you'd always dreamed of doing, and I knew you'd drop it all for me. I wasn't gonna hold you back, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

"You weren't... You wouldn't have." You whispered. "I stopped calling because I thought you didn't want me anymore. That, I don't   you found someone better. Someone who could be there."

He met your gaze then, and for the first time you finally saw the truth behind those green eyes. Saw just how much he was carrying and how much he needed someone to help him. "I always wanted you."

The silence stretched once more, now a familiar feeling you'd grown accustomed to. His hand twitched on the countertop like he wanted to reach for you.

You didn't wait. You took his hand in yours, squeezing lightly.

"And now?" You asked, forcing him to hold your gaze, intense and unwavering, something else shining behind it.

"I still do." 

The words settled between you like a lit match in a room dosed with gasoline, catching light and going up within seconds.

You didn't know who moved first, only that one minute you were sitting opposite him, and then you were standing, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His lips found yours, the kiss searing, more ache than affection, like you were both chasing something you'd been unable to catch for years. It was hungry---all tongue and teeth, not an ounce of grace behind it. Your hands were in his hair, his slipping under your shirt.

You gasped against his mouth as he walked you backwards, hitting the cool edge of the countertop. He lifted you onto it, settling between your legs, heavy and familiar.

"God, I missed you," he breathed, lips brushing your jaw, neck, shoulders... "You don't even know, darlin'."

"I do," you sighed, fingers threading into the fabric of his shirt, tugging with a desperation that could only be the result of years of missing someone. You pulled it off, falling silent as your eyes   on the solid chest you used to fall asleep against every night. You traced the line of his collarbone, every muscle, his eyes darkening.

Darry took your face in both hands, tilting your chin up until you met his gaze. "you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

That was all he needed.

Within seconds he was kissing you again, softer this time, but no less intense, still filled with need and love. Neither of you seemed to register as clothes were pulled off, tossed somewhere to the floor to be rediscovered in the aftermath of the heat. His hands lifted your thighs, wrapping them around his hips like muscle memory had taken over.

"You're shaking," He remarked,  forehead pressed to yours, and you smiled softly, drunk off the taste of his lips.

"So are you."

His hands smoothed over your skin, comforting and grounding, and when he finally pushed into you, it was slow. A gasp slipped from deep within you as he buried his face into your neck. The stretch, the warmth, the ache, the drag of him as he pulled out and pushed back in again---everything felt like it used to.

You clung to him tighter, nails leaving crescent moon indents in his shoulders, scratching down the expanse of his back. His name spilt from your lips like a mantra, smooth and sweet as honey, fuelling him on and dragging him in like a drug.

"I'm sorry, baby," he breathed, the words whispered into your skin over and over. "I'm so sorry. Won't ever do that shit again. You're mine."

And you forgive him. Not because you should have, but because you wanted to. Because, while nothing about your actions was logical, they made sense to you both and were carried out in a way that shone light on your adoration for one another.

The pace built; slow, then rough, then soft again. A mix that seemed to make everything feel fuzzy and perfect. He worshipped you and ruined you all in one breath, a few words unravelling you like a ball of yarn.

You both came undone with barely a sound. A soft gasp from you, a deep groan from him, whispered names, lips pressing to damp, flushed skin.

And then silence. He didn't pull away. Didn't let go. He just held you, his face still tucked into your neck, heartbeat heavy and solid.

"Thought I'd lost you," he whispered finally.

"You did," you replied, fingers threading into his hair, the strands now damp with sweat and heat. You scratched at his scalp, keeping him close. "But I'm back... I'm staying."

He nodded once. And for the first time in years, you both believed that. 

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Could I request how the gang are the first time they share a bed with reader? (First sleepover)

Of course! (Post divider credits go to @thecutestgrotto)

Darrel Shaynne Curtis:

I can see this going quite a few different ways depending on when you meet him/how long you've known him.

Say if you knew him from diapers, yeah. It's no big deal, he's fallen asleep on the floor with you while doing high school projects when you were 16-17. It's no different than any bump in your friendship.

If it's a romantic relationship with the added context of old friendship like the hc above, it's no different. He'll pull you in for a hug, your head on his chest and just fall asleep with you like that.

Now if you're new to his life, think 19 to present, he's going to be a bit more cautious as he now has his brothers to worry and care for.

For friendship, I can see him offering you his bed (maybe you work together or you're staying over while your house is getting worked on) but you feel bad about taking it. So you say it's okay to share the bed and you go to sleep. You fall asleep apart and wake up with Darry's arms around your waist and his face in your neck.

Romantic Darry with someone who's new into his life is different. He'll let you stay in his bed when his brothers are out. You'll do your things and when you fall asleep, you're cuddling. When you wake up, you see Darry relaxed. Like full on mouth-hanging open, drool dripping down his chin as he sleeps, relaxed.

Keith Two-Bit Mathews:

Clingy! He's clingy!

Like it doesn't matter who's bed you're sleeping in, where you're both at, and who's in the room. You're going to be cuddled by him in his sleepy glory.

He's not nervous, not at all. You'll be laying awake with him, playing with his hair as the Sandman lures you to sleep with the promise of sweet dreams, and Two-bit will start joking with you.

He'll have his head on your chest or vice versa, he lives for physical contact. It's no different than anything you've done before, like cuddling on the couch or at the drive in.

In my personal opinion, Two-bit is a great option for this prompt.

Dallas Dally Winston:

Arguably the worst on this list. He was reluctant to even share a bed with you. Not that he didn't want to, but because it made him feel weird.

The only night you'll get to sleep with him is if you're hurt, he's hurt, or you're both drunk. Dally doesn't trust easily.

When you're hurt, he's going to lay you down on his bed and clean up your scratches and shit. If it's the inverse of the situation then the same follows, it all ends up the same.

When you sleep in the same bed, you're going to fall asleep apart from him unless he's really comfortable with you. If you want cuddles, you have to do that yourself.

Dally moves a lot in his sleep, so do be warned about that. You'll fall asleep apart and you'll wake up with his legs draped across your lap and his head mushed against the wall.

Sodapop Patrick Curtis:

Another really good one to share a bed with. He's not nervous at all because he BREATHES, nigh, LIVES for physical contact.

How you met, how long he's known you, and your relatioship doesn't fucking matter to this man. If you're going to share a bed with him, he's going to be holding onto you and loving every minute of it.

When you both get a chance to lay down with each other, it's going to be when Darry and Ponyboy are out of the house. Either that or you're at your house.

He'll loop his arms around your waist and rest his chin on his shoulder while you sleep. He's not going to let you up.

Much like Dally, Soda also moves a lot in his sleep. You'll sleep with him really close by and wake up with him on top of you. He's just drawn to warmth.

Steve Randle:

He's nervous. SPELL IT PEOPLE, N-E-R-V-O-U-S! The first time you share a bed/sleep together, it's after a fight with his father resulting in him getting kicked out.

He's going to stay up after you sleep, both nervous and stewing in his silent rage. Nervous for taking away the sleeping space, so nervous and guilty feeling that he nearly sleeps on the floor. Rage filled due to his father because what the shit?

Not really touchy, not that he doesn't love it, but he worries that he'll hurt you while sleeping. He's a bit harsher than Soda when it comes to physical contact, so he's afraid of hurting you.

Will only fall asleep after you do and he's calmed down. He'll close his eyes and fall asleep on his back. He's a still sleeper, so no need to worry about waking up under a sleeping human.

Steve does have small nightmares, they're rare but they do happen. He'll toss and turn just a bit before settling down. Don't hold it against him.

Johnny Cade:

The first time you sleep together is either at the Curtis House, the Lot, or at your house after he gets kicked out by his mom. Point is, the first time you sleep together is because he trusts you and because his folks are being abusive as shit.

He's okay with cuddling while you sleep. He cuddles with Ponyboy and Dally all the time so you're no different. You'll lay down and get ready to sleep, not before Johnny slips under your arm and starts leeching the warmth from you.

Johnny is warm, like heater warm. Everything about him is warm BUT his feet. So if you're at the Curtis Home or your home and he has his shoes off, it's like someone put a piece of ice on your skin.

He doesn't move when he sleeps, he'll only move if you move. It's like fluid moving with fluid. No need to worry about him being on the floor when you wake up but there is the concern of him somehow being partially under, again, just to leech off your warmth.

Just like Steve, Johnny does have some nightmares. He'll shake, small tears will escape his eyes. Don't worry though, he won't wake up. Just rub his back and play with his hair, it'll help a lot.

Ponyboy Michael Curtis:

The door will be open. Don't fucking try and close it unless it's your house. At the Curtis House, the door stays open. It doesn't matter the relation, the door stays open. Why the door stays open? Ask Darry and Soda, closed doors are bad choices.

When Ponyboy sleeps, he's okay with you touching and cuddling him as Sodapop and Johnny basically use him as a teddy bear. If you cuddle up to him, it's no different than a regular Tuesday for him.

Doesn't move that much in his sleep. Like he's really fucking still. If you think he's dead, don't. He's just really, really still. So still that Sodapop has had to take his pulse in the past to make sure his brother hadn't died in his sleep.

If you're sleeping in the same bed as him pre or post book makes all the difference. If it's pre book, he's quiet and hard to wake up when he sleeps. But if it's post book, Ponyboy wakes up really easy as he's afraid that you'll slip from his life if he lets go.

Both Pre and Post book Pony have bad dreams. Pre book, it's a rare dream about his parents and how they died. The sounds of trains. Post book, it's the sound of those guns spitting fire across the lot, the sight of Dally hitting the ground like a crumpled paper. He'll wake up, shooting out of bed with sweat running down his face as the words "Stay Gold" echo in his head. If he cries, don't shame him and don't comment, just hold him and lull him back to sleep.

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the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

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some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

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ponyboy dating hcs?

YES OFC DOLL<333

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Ponyboy dating hcs!!

- Was definitely so nervous to ask you out 😭

- Practically RAN to soda for advice.

- During dating tho he would be so nice

- Would definitely help you with homework if your having trouble

- Johnny 100 percent third wheels all your dates 😭 he sorta just sits there and doesn't bother you guys he just wants to be there

- Soda was definitely ecstatic to meet you bro was jumping for joy when he found out he was dating 😭

- Darry on the other hand would be a bit cautious of you at first

Sits the both of you down and is all like "No funny business. Keep the door opened when your in there alone."

After awhile he warms up tho! :3

- In public Pony would hold your hand but probably not much else, maybe a few small kisses from time to time

- LAY ON HIS LAP WHILE HE'S READING. He would definitely love that.

- Dates would include going to the movies or watching sunsets :3

- Would call you "darlin" or "sweetheart"

Overall he's very nice to you! :D