callme-holly

[callme-holly]

hi!!! could you do gang x reader head cannons for when you are very obviously struggling with something (school work, paperwork, a random task, etc.) but you can never admit that you need help/is extremely stubborn?

Have an amazing day!! i love your writing, thank you so so much <33

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

a/n: i'll edit this tmr but my wrist hurts so bad for no reason LMAO

Darry Curtis:

Darry will notice immediately when you’re struggling and will always take the time to step in and help you, no matter how busy he might be. He won’t call it out directly, not wanting to embarrass you, but he’ll address it in a calm and gentle manner.

If you try and brush him off, he’s incredibly insistent, not backing down until you accept his help; he’s not going to let you just sit there and wont leave any room for argument. He’ll stay with you, slowly working through the problem until you can either finish the rest on your own or until it’s done. 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda’s first instinct is to try and draw your focus away from the task that is bothering you, especially if you’re particularly stressed or overwhelmed. He’ll wait for you to loosen up a little before offering his help, albeit a little sheepishly. 

He makes it pretty hard to refuse the help, and no matter how much you want to, he flashes you that stupid little smile that has you agreeing without really thinking. He’ll bring a little more fun to the task, encouraging you when it gets particularly difficult or frustrating.

Ponyboy Curtis;

Pony will be the first to notice your frustrations, especially if it’s related to homework. He’ll be a little wary about offering at first, especially if you refuse, but the more he sees you struggling, the more insistent he becomes. 

He’s very soft-spoken, explaining things in a way that’s helpful and not overly degrading, making sure you understand. He’ll help you through every single step, going over the parts you need repeating with extreme amounts of patience until the task is complete. 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny is a little hesitant to offer help at first, not knowing if he’s the best person for the job, but after he silently watches you struggle, he’ll gently offer assistance. 

He’s a little insecure about how helpful he actually is, but his calm manner and soft words is enough to subside your stress and calm you down enough to work through whatever it is that’s giving you trouble. He’ll give you lots of praise, sticking with you until your done/

Dallas Winston:

Dally won’t notice right away as he isn’t the most observant when it comes to little things, but the second he sees you getting snappy, he’ll smirk and start teasing you. He isn’t helpful in any way shape or form, but he’ll sit with you nonetheless, occasionally distracting you and giving you a break from the task.

Once you’re done, he’ll give you teasing praise, talking about how helpful he was and that you never could have done it without him there.

Steve Randle:

Steve will immediately point it out if you’re struggling, not letting you brush off his help no matter how hard you try. He’ll pull up a chair, looking over the problem before quietly working through it with you.

His guidance isn’t great, and he tends to take over a little bit, but it wont take long for the task to be completed and for him to pull you away from it to distract you with something a little more fun and less stressful.

Two-Bit Mathews:

At first, Two will tease you relentlessly, but when he sees you seriously struggling and getting frustrated, he’ll step in and offer to help. He’ll almost turn it into a game, giving you little kisses as rewards everytime you get through a small section of it.

Once you’re done, he’ll brag about how easy it was, but he won’t ever downplay your efforts.

[callme-holly]

I SENT MY "BALLERINA X TIM" REQUEST TOO EARLIER, I WANTED TO SPECIFY😭

I WAS HOPING YOU COULD DO A BITTER-SWEET THING WHERE SHE GETS HURT AND SHES ALL ANGRY AND HES LIKE... IDK... TAKING CARE OF HER?

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: sorry ive been a bit slow recently y'all. hoping to get another one out today but we'll see !!

The faint static of the TV filled the room, the sound dull and droning, a constant reminder of your helpless state as you reclined back on the couch, your leg propped up on the coffee table. Pain radiated from your ankle and up your calf, a continuous, cramping ache that never seemed to subside, staying at the level where it wasn’t quite unbearable but hurt enough to make your whole body tense and your heartrate to quicken slightly. 

Tim comes in from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, looking slighly out of his element. 

"How you feelin'?" He grumbles, his voice surprisingly soft as he hands you the drink, leaning against the arm of the couch. 

You can only offer a weak shrug in response, your eyes flitting down to your slightly swollen leg and back up again. "I've been better," you admit, and you're sure whether you're more frustarted about the injury or about the fact you'd messed up such a simple dance. It had been an accident, and one that no one could have predicted would happen; you'd landed awkwardly on your ankle during the last number, and it came as no surprise to anyone when you yelped in pain as you tried to carry on with the routine. It hadn't taken much for Tim to drag you away from rehearsals, bundling you into the car and taking you straight home despite your protests. There was no way you were carrying on as normal, not when the throbbing pain in your leg flared up with every little movement you took, resigning you to the unwelcome comfort of the couch.

You take a small sip of water, swallowing it down and revelling in the way it sooths your dry throat. 

Tim watches you for a moment before sighing and sitting himself beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"You don't gotta be so hard on yourself, you know," he says gently, resting his chin atop your head as his thumb draws soothing patterns across the skin of your shoulder, trying to soothe your nerves with the warmth of his touch. "It's a stupid thing to do, falling flat on your ass," you glare up at him, but he's unfazed, carrying on. "But you didn't ruin the whole routine."

You can't help but scoff at that, dropping your gaze to your hands and shaking your head. "I still made myself look like an idiot." You murmur quietly, unable to stop the bitter tone from seeping into your voice. You were supposed to be leading by example, showing everyone  how it was supposed to be done, and you'd messed it up. the one thing you were supposed to be good at, and you'd failed. 

"Nah," he chides softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "At least not anymore of an idiot than usual." He flashes you a teasing grin, one to let you know he means no harm by it, and you can't help but laugh quietly.

"You're so stupid," you mutter under your breath, but you can't quite manage to bite back the smile that comes along with it. Tim snorts, wrapping a tighter arm around you and leaning back comfortably, letting you rest comfortably against his chest. 

“Whatever you say, doll.”

[callme-holly]

Me if y'all care. I'll probs delete this LMAO.

(posting this to feel better abt myself... )

[callme-holly]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: still slowly working through my requests LMAO !! 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: @pinup-mia

Darry Curtis:

Darry will always pick up on your quiet moments very quickly and will keep a careful eye on you to make sure you’re not overly uncomfortable. He’ll offer you gentle touches or reassuring looks whenever you need and will ask if you’re alright when nobody is around. He’s very protective of you and hates when you’re unhappy, so if he sees you getting nervous in a large group, he’ll take you aside or will get everyone to quieten down to give you a moment of peace. If someone is pushing you to talk when you’re not comfortable, he will firmly redirect the conversation without making a big deal.

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda will immediately notice when you start feeling out of place or anxious and will do everything he can to brighten your mood. This boy is the opposite of socially anxious and uses his outgoing personality to ease your discomfort as much as he can. If you’re getting restless or overwhelmed, he’ll offer to go somewhere quieter with you, taking you on a quick walk to get some air and clear your head. You’ll immediately have his full attention, and if you’re both hanging with the gang, he’ll whisper little reassurances to you to keep you going. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony understands your social anxiety a lot more than the others, so when you suddenly fall quiet during group meetings or withdraw from everyone, he immediately knows whats going on. He’ll stick by your side the entire time, distracting you with one-on-one conversations about your favourite things to try and making you feel a little more comfortable.  If it’s quiet you need, he’s more than happy to go sit somewhere else in silence. He won’t push you to talk if you don’t want to, and he won't ever force you out of your comfort zone.

Johnny Cade:

It won't take long for Johnny to sense when you’re feeling anxious during a group hangout, and he’ll start to hang around you a little more, not sure about how he can help you at first. Once he figures out you just need a comforting presence, he’s more than happy to sit with you and just talk quietly, taking your attention away from the other people around you. He’s very good at helping you feel grounded, distracting you from your anxiety with small gestures or little jokes to keep the mood light.

Dallas Winston:

Dally isn’t the best when it comes to spotting your social anxiety, and since he’s very sociable and a little out there when it comes to people, he doesn’t always notice at first. But the moment you go quiet and start retreating on yourself, it clicks in his head that you’re feeling uncomfortable, and he’ll try to help you in his own way. He’ll be very quick to shut down anything, or anyone, who might be making you feel overwhelmed, no matter if they mean it or not.  He can be a little rough, but his protectiveness over you is very strong, and he hates seeing you tense or anxious around him. If you want to leave, he might hesitate at first before nodding and grabbing his jacket. 

Steve Randle:

Steve might not notice when you’ve gone quiet straight away, but the second he does, he’ll adjust to the situation pretty quick. He’ll nudge you gently to catch your attention and to try and distract you, starting up a random conversation.  He’ll crack jokes, tell little stories, and if you want, he’ll take you out for a quick drive to the store and back to grab snacks. His gestures are small but thoughtful nonetheless, and they always seem to work.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two notices when you go quiet very quickly and will handle it without making a big deal. He’ll try and pull you into a more easy conversation while keeping you apart of the group, wanting you to adjust to it without making you uncomfortable.  If you’re not feeling it, he won't force you. He’ll pull you aside to get some fresh air and is more than happy to just talk to you about random things until you’re comfortable and a little less tense. 

[callme-holly]

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: this is a p2 to this fic here but it can also be read as a stand-alone. i'll tag those who requested it at the end :)

The living room was deathly quiet, the tension hanging over the room so thick that it almost made it hard to breathe, or maybe that was just the anxiety building in your chest with each passing second.

Dallas sat beside you, lounging back against the couch casually, his arms slung over the back of the cushions, and it frustrated you how he could act so cool when you had your brothers glaring at you with heated expressions. 

None of them had spoken a word, not since Darry had finished chewing your ear off, and that was about five minutes ago. Now they were just waiting on your answer, waiting for a good and reasonable explanation for why the hell you were hanging around someone like Dally.

Pony was looking everywhere but at you, and you noted with a slight sense of satisfaction that there was something akin to guilt shining in his eyes. It was him who had snitched and told everyone, him who had tattled on you and gotten your name straight into Darry's bad books, right alongside your boyfriend's.

Dallas shifted beside you, letting out a long breath, drumming his fingers against his denim-clad thigh in a momentary rhythm before going to stand.

"Well, as social as this had been, I got places to be, man." But before he can even think about heading towards the door, Darry has advanced towards him, standing in his way and crossing his arms.

"Sit down, Winston." The look in his eyes sends a shiver through you, and there really is no arguing with him. Dallas might be tough, but Darry was ten times bigger and, in your opinion, a whole lot scarier. 

He sits back down slowly, his arm returning to its spot on the back of the couch, and you find yourself leaning into him slightly, earning a strange look from Sodapop. 

"So, let me get this straight—" You watch Pony tense up as Darry goes on, "You were in Dal's car; you both got caught in a more than questionable position by Johnny and your own brother," he narrows his eyes at you, "and you're trying to tell us you didn't do anything wrong?" You shrink back into Dallas slightly, shrugging halfheartedly.

"It was only kissing." You argue quietly, and Darry scoffs, shaking his head.

"Just kissing, huh? You think that's my issue? My issue is, you told me you were out with friends, kiddo, and now I find out you were with your damn boyfriend, who is also Dallas Winston!" Your stomach sinks, and you look everywhere but at him as Dallas clears his throat.

"What are you so worked up for, Darrel, huh? You'd rather her be with some random soc who isn't going to treat her right?" 

Your cheeks heat up, and you elbow him sharply, effectively silencing him and stopping him from digging you both a deeper grave. Darry's eyes darken.

"And what makes you think you're any good for her?" He asks coldly, and that catches your attention, your head snapping up sharply.

Anger floods your veins, and you suddenly sit up straighter, a defiant look flashing in your eyes.

"Will you stop acting like you know every little thing about us?" You snap, and his expression falls away immediately, morphing into one of surprise. "Dallas treats me just fine. I don't need you pretending you know what's good for me!" You push yourself up from the couch in one harsh movement, ignoring the shouts of all three of your brothers as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

Darry watches you go with a guarded expression, his eyes dark, and after a few brief moments, he turns back to Dallas, eyeing him warily, though something in his face has shifted.

"Don't make me regret this," he mumbles, shaking his head slowly.

Dallas gives him a simple, easy grin. "I wouldn't dream of it, Curtis." And with that, he stands and follows after you, down the hall and towards your room.

The sound of the door opening and closing cuts through the quiet, and Sodapop sighs softly, sitting down in the armchair.

"We tried." He mutters, resting his chin against his hands.

Darry nods, his gaze fixed on the closed door of your bedroom. "They're impossible."

And, yeah, maybe he's right. 

[tags: @goingdelux18, @creepzyxcute333]

[callme-holly]

Outsiders x short!reader needing help around the house.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: i'm gonna open my inbox again for a couple days y'all, just because it helps keep my motivation going. thank you for everyone's requests so far though, i'm gradually getting through them !!

Darry Curtis:

Darry silently loves how much smaller you are compared to him, although he’ll never say it out loud. He’ll always offer to grab things for you, and when he sees you visibly struggling to reach something, he’ll just step in and get it without a word. He’ll never let you climb up onto chairs to reach something without him there to keep an eye on you; he’d hate for you to fall and probably end up moving everything a little lower for you. He never teases you for your height; in fact, he’s incredibly protective over you. Sometimes, if y’all are out together, he’ll unconsciously hover around you to make sure nobody is giving you any sort of trouble. 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda has so many nicknames for you, such as “short-stack,” etc., but he’ll always use them in a light-hearted way. Think of it as his way of flirting and poking fun at you in a harmless manner. He loves to stand next to you and jokingly lean down to your height whenever you’re talking, just to get either a laugh or a rise out of you. If you ever need help getting something from a shelf, he’ll get it in a heartbeat. You won’t ever hear him complaining; if you need help, he’s got you. He always loves to pick you up and twirl you around for absolutely no reason at all other than to see you smile. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony won't ever tease you for height; in fact, he finds it quite endearing. He’ll always offer to help you reach something, no matter where it is, and won't even think twice before grabbing it and handing it to you. If he notices you having trouble getting things around the house again, he’ll make sure to move things a little lower for you, though he won't make a big deal out of it. If someone ever makes a comment about your height, he’ll place himself between you, making it clear that nobody is allowed to mess with you and that he won’t tolerate any sort of jokes at your expense. 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny absolutely adores your height, and while he isn’t exactly the tallest, he still enjoys being just that little bit bigger than you and feeling like he can protect you when you need it. He’s always the type to walk on the outside of the sidewalk to keep you safe or to stand in front of you in crowded areas to avoid you getting bumped into. He is always eager to help you reach things if you’re ever struggling. He might not say much about it, but he’ll secretly go out of his way to make things easier for you, helping you stand on things if you need to or moving things slightly lower. 

Dallas Winston:

Dally never fails to tease you for your height, shooting little cocky remarks every chance he gets. He means well, but sometimes it can get a little bit draining; once you tell him to shut up, though, he very quickly does and turns a little bit more respectful. If anyone else were to ever make fun of you, he would be jumping to your defence. Nobody mocks you but him. If you ever need help reaching something, he’ll be a little begrudging and will complain a bunch, but will grab it for you anyway. He won’t go out of his way to move things for you, but he’ll still give you a hand when needed. 

Steve Randle:

Steve is a big tease and will always crack light-hearted jokes about the height difference between you both—he’s always sure to keep it respectful, though, and never pushes the boundaries. Sometimes, he’ll randomly pick you up and carry you around, just to catch your reaction.  If you need help reaching something, he’ll grab it for you but will hold it just slightly out of your reach to tease you. It isn’t until he sees you getting frustrated that he’ll give in, handing the item to you and giving you a quick kiss as an apology.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two would milk your height for all that it’s worth, making every joke he can possibly think of. Much like Steve, however, he keeps it respectful and never intentionally pushes you too far. He’s the only person allowed to mock you, and if anyone else does it, they’re immediately shut down. If you can’t reach something, he’ll grab it for you while still cracking jokes, handing it to you, and claiming that you “owe him one for all his troubles.” A quick kiss will do most of the time, but sometimes he uses it to an advantage. 

[callme-holly]

Hii I Luv Ur writing!! I was wondering if you could do like a slow morning with kenickie?? Where he’s just super clingy and doesn’t wanna get up even if they have plans, sorry if this is bad I’ve never requested before 🙈🙈

𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 [𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: i really love kenickie y'all. this request is so perfect.

The early morning sun crept in through the small crack in your curtains, bathing your room in the tiniest sliver of golden light, the pull of the warmth of your bed too strong to even entertain the thought of getting up right now.

You glance over at the clock on your nightstand, squinting at the face and humming in discontent when you notice the time, drawing in a deep breath and shifting slightly. A low groan sounds from beside you, the arm draped lazily around your waist tightening as Kenickie buries his face further into your neck, his breath hot against your neck.

“Why are you movin’ so much…?” he mumbles, the words barely coherent, muffled with exhaustion, and you can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face. Turning slightly, you run your fingers through his ungreased hair, enjoying the softness of the strands, and he lets out a low hum of contentment. 

“We need to get up.” You murmur, keeping your voice low, afraid that if you speak to loud, I will shatter the peaceful moment. "We've got school." 

He grunts something unintelligible back and turns away, rolling over onto his front and burying his face into your pillow. His arm stays wrapped around you, and, despite the fact you're already awake much later than you'd like to be, you find you can't bring yourself to pull away. Your hand moves from his hair to his back, rubbing over his shoulders tenderly, tracing small patterns against his skin. He sighs contentedly. 

“We could always skip today.” He huffs eventually, and you roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss him lightly on the forehead before sitting up and stretching slightly.

“No way. You skip any more days, and you're never graduating.”

He turns his head slightly, blinking up at you and squinting against the sun as it streams in through the window. "I'm smarter than you give me credit for, doll." He flashes you a sleepy grin, and you shove at his shoulder teasingly, not fighting when he pulls you closer, leaning his forehead against yours.

 There's something about the way he looks in that moment, all lazy and tired and affectionate and content... It's almost enough to make you forget that you have school in an hour or so or that you still have to get ready. The way he's looking at you on it's own is enough to make you melt, and you lean in, brushing a quick kiss to his lips. 

“Come on,” you say softly, sliding off the bed and reaching out to grab your backpack. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and pushes himself up onto his elbow, watching intently as you stretch and move over to your closet. 

“Five more minutes ain’t ever hurt anyone. Besides, they’re used to me showing up late anyway. Who cares?” he drawls, and you glance back at him from where you're brushing out your hair, raising your brows.

“I care, Kenickie. Come on. Up.”

He scoffs indignantly but rises slowly, running a hand through his hair to try and tame the wild mess, yawning widely. You turn back to the mirror, unable to hide your smile as he wraps his arms around your middle, peppering kisses along the side of your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Five more minutes. Please?” His voice is almost a whine, and you shake your head fondly.

“Not happening, Murdoch.” 

[callme-holly]

could you do a gang x reader where you have a broken arm/wrist or something like that? i broke my arm yesterday and thought it might work lol

no pressure or anything, you can totally ignore this, thanks babes💗

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: i've been slacking a bit, sorry y'all. ive been so stressed lately LMAO. but i love this idea <33

Darry Curtis:

The second Darry sees you’re hurt, he takes charge, making sure the situation is controlled and that you’re calm. He’ll check the injury over, being as gentle as he can, deciding whether or not you need to go to a hospital. 

He’ll be incredibly stern about it all. He might seem a little blunt and harsh when he talks, but he’s just worried and wants the best for you; he hates seeing you hurting, especially when it’s out of his control.

Sodapop Curtis:

At first, Soda will be a little dramatic and very worried. He hates seeing the people he cares about in pain, and his first instinct is to panic and check them over. After he sees your distress, he’ll try and put on a more serious front, turning a lot more gentle as he asks what happened and where you’re hurting.

He’s very hands-on, and no matter how serious the injury is, he is doting on you and treating you like royalty. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony is initially incredibly concerned, and despite the fact he wants to panic, he’ll stay calm for you. He’ll ask a whole bunch of question before deciding how to handle the situation, and will probably call on someone like Darry to help out.

He is very empathetic and treats you with so much care, wanting to try and distract you from the pain and make you feel at least a little better by telling you a crazy story or about a movie he thinks you’ll love. 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny really hates to see you hurting, and his first reaction is to panic silently, not knowing what to do or how to help you. He’ll over around you for a few moments, trying to figure out what you need, before pulling himself together.

He’ll turn very caring andx soft, encouraging you and helping you through the pain until he can get help. Afterwards, he’s incredibly cautious, not wanting to aggravate your injury more, but also wanting to stay close to make sure it doesn’t happen again. 

Dallas Winston:

Dally isn’t very good when it comes to injuries as he has a very high pain toelranece, so at first he’ll probably try to downplay it. He’ll pin it on you being dramatic, telling you that it’s not as bad as it looks, but deep down he’s pretty concerned.

When the pain doesn’t seem to go away, he’ll start to down his worries a little more. He’ll stick close to you, watching out for you, and wont hesitate to take you to the hospital if you need it, however, he still wont make it a big deal.

Steve Randle:

Steve gets a little frustrated at first, but it’s just how he express his worry; he was raised to mask his feelings, and when he catches himself acting indifferent he changes it quickly. He’ll offer you the help you need without hospitals first, hoping to avoid the worst, however, when there’s no avoiding it any longer, he’ll give you a lift.

He’ll stick by your side the entire time and turns very protective of you, not wanting anyone to hurt you further. 

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two is immediately very concerned and will drop the teasing demeanor the second he notices something is wrong. He’ll check you over, even if he has no clue what he’s looking for, and will try to ease your discomfort and distract you from the pain.

He’ll bring you anything you need, treating you well and giving you wild stories of his own injuries to try and calm you down from your own panic or stress. 

[callme-holly]

Heyy, I was wondering if you could do a dally x reader similar to your darry x drunk reader as I found it really sweet. But instead Dallas is teasing her for being such a lightweight at first but then she starts feeling sick and is a sad drunk so she starts spilling a lot of bottled feelings and he gets really worried about everything shes saying and just takes care of her. Ty<3

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

solace: (n.) a source of comfort or relief during a time of distress or sadness; the feeling of peace found amidst chaos.

𝐚/𝐧: this was meant to be posted yesterday but i had a bunch of stuff to do, sorry y'all!!

The room was swirling and spinning around you, your eyes heavy and your body aching all over. Your stomach was churning violently, and the telltale ache behind your eyes had already begun, throbbing in a way that made you groan in protest.

The curtains were thankfully drawn, and you didn't protest as Dallas laid you down gently on the mattress, a small smirk playing on his lips as he stepped away.

“Never knew you were such a lightweight.” He muttered, looking down at you with a look that was akin to amusement. You groaned again, trying to sit up, only for him to gently push you back down, his expression quickly shifting.

“Nah, don't try to get out of bed yet. You can hardly walk, doll. Don't need ya fallin' on me.” 

You weren’t going to argue that; you weren’t sure you could even stand without his help, and your whole body felt like a lead weight. 

“I’m okay…” you insist, your words jumbled and slurred, spoken so slowly that they’re almost incoherent. “Just—just need a minute.” You needed much longer than a minute. Your stomach was rolling like waves crashing onto a shore, and Dallas’ room continued to spin, almost as if you were on a merry-go-round. It was too bright, too hot, and you suddenly felt bile rise in your throat. The nausea hit you hard and quickly, and Dallas must have sensed it quicker than you had, because before you know it, there's a trash can in front of you and you're retching into it, feeling nothing short of miserable.

Dallas doesn't say a word, and once your certain you have nothing left in your body, the sickness is replaced with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Tears spring to your eyes, and it takes everything inside of you to keep from crying, swallowing past the lump in your throat as you slouch back against the bed. 

You feel exhausted, drained, and suddenly incredibly emotional, and you look up at Dallas through teary eyes, sniffling softly.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and he shakes his head, reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind your ear. 

“No… Don’t apologise. You’re okay.” He brushes the damp hair back from your forehead, settling down beside you and brushing away a tear you hadn't known you'd let slip. "Do you... want me to get you anything?” he asks slowly, and you shake your head, swallowing heavily.

"No..." you breathe shakily, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm wraps tightly around you, and you snuggle closer into his side, letting the comforting smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne envelop your senses. Your stomach continues to churn, despite the fact that you've emptied it entirely of its contents, and all you want to do is sleep, to get away from the thoughts that have suddenly begun swirling around your head. 

Dallas ran his fingers through your hair, his breathing slow and steady, and you find yourself matching it, letting his quiet, gruff mumbles lull you into a calm state, slowly but surely dashing away the oppressive thoughts clouding your mind.

“Dally…” you whisper, your voice still rough and raw from the sickness, and you smile slightly when he hums softly in reply.

He lets out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “Ya need rest. 'S alright to be tired, doll.” He says after a few minutes, and you nod, relaxing further into him as exhaustion begins to take over.

The party downstairs continues, the music still blasting loudly, some old country song that you have no doubt Buck has chosen, but the notes are muffled through the walls, and in that moment it’s just you and Dallas. Just him, with his arms wrapped around you, and your head tucked beneath his chin, where it rests comfortably. It feels safe and secure, and you close your eyes, inhaling deeply and finally letting yourself drift off to sleep. 

[callme-holly]

Super soft slow dancing and dancing with Soda in the kitchen plsssssss

𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 [𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

vellichoria: the strange wistfulness of a moment when you are aware of the passage of time, but don’t want it to end.

𝐚/𝐧: this is a pretty short one but there ya go it's still sweet asf

The rain pattered against the glass of the window, a soft, melodic sound that was only barely audible over the sound of the record playing in the background. The house was quiet and still, Darry still at work and Pony staying over at Two-Bit's place for the night, leaving you and Soda for a night in. 

The two of you swayed back and forth slowly, his hands resting lightly on your hips as he gazed down at you, like you were the only person on earth. His honey-coloured eyes were filled with a warmth that made you melt, a lovesick smile tugging at your lips.

“You look really pretty... Did I tell you that?” He asked softly, brushing his thumb along your cheek gently. You hummed and nodded slightly, feeling your cheeks burn a little under his touch.

“You've mentioned it once or twice.” You tease gently, leaning into his touch, almost like a cat would, basking in the attention. 

He chuckles breathlessly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"Well, I mean it," he murmurs earnestly, twirling you playfully and pulling you close once more, your laughter ringing out through the room. “You're absolutely gorgeous.”

You can't fight the urge to reach up and brush your fingers slowly through his hair, marvelling at the way the sun-kissed strands glint in the dim glow of the light. His eyes fall closed, and the two of you stand there in blissful silence, listening to the music playing around you until the song comes to an end, fading into nothingness, the rain enveloping the quiet surrounding the two of you. Soda tugs you towards him, pulling you close once more with a contented sigh. Your arms wrap around him, and you bury your face in his shoulder, letting out a small hum, because in that moment, it's just the two of you.

And that's all that matters. 

[callme-holly]

Can you do a part 2 to the fic where Darry catches Tim and the reader

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 [𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, yet marvellous and wondrous.

𝐚/𝐧: i had an old disney playlist on while writing this lmao. anyways here's the link to p1: worth it

The drive-in was surprisingly quiet for such a clear night; the chill in the air was crisp and biting, making goosebumps prickle across your skin despite the covering of Tim’s jacket, the worn leather only doing so much to keep you warm.

Your hands were pressed against his chest, head tilted up as the two of you traded slow, lazy kisses, him leaning back against the hood of the car as you stood between his knees. There wasn’t anyone around to see you, no brothers to stop you and interfere in the moment, and for that you were glad. You couldn’t bear to receive one more cold, knowing look from Darry, and you certainly didn’t need any more pointed and disapproving comments from Soda and Pony. 

“You know… You shouldn’t be out here with me.” Tim’s voice was low and rough, no doubt from the excessive smoking he kept up. His hand brushed a loose strand of hair back from your face as he gazed down at you, dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Your brothers don’t seem to think very highly of me, y’know.” 

"It's not up to them who I spend my evenings with," you lean in for another kiss, your voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "If i wanna stay with you, I will." 

He laughed softly at your answer, pulling you closer by your waist and tightening his arms around your middle. "You're gonna get me into a hell of a lot of trouble." 

You hum lightly in response. You weren't worried about that. Your brothers will only give you so much grief before they realise you are, in fact, happy, and it might take a while, but they'll accept it eventually. They don't have a choice.

You pull away slightly and peer up at him through your lashes, watching the way the shadows flicker across his face, the distant sound of the movie echoing through the parking lot. He looks good like this; the scar on the side of his face stands out, softened only slightly by the dim light, his eyes trained solely on you. 

"Are you coming over tonight?" You tilt your head slightly, watching as Tim raises a brow in question, a small, almost amused smile spreading across his face. 

"Am I welcome?" His tone is teasing, but there's an edge of something else to it, uncertainty, maybe.

"You're always welcome." you respond, your words honest, and Tim cups your jaw, his thumb tracing across your skin absently.

"Yeah? Would Darry let me in if I asked?"

"Who cares what Darry thinks?" you cut him off quickly, a sudden sternness creeping into your voice. "I want you over, and if he has a problem with that, he can suck it up and get over himself." 

Tim snorts, pulling his fingers away from your face and wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders, tugging you close enough to rest your head against his collarbone. "You're damn hot when you're all worked up."

You feel your cheeks heat up at his remark, a smile replacing the serious look that had taken over your features moments before. 

"I'm not worked up," you mumble, feeling as he tugs his jacket tighter around you. "I'm just... I'm trying to make a point, alright."

He chuckles, brushing his fingers through your hair. "And what's that, sweetheart?"

You stare up at him, meeting his gaze with a soft expression. "I love you, Tim Shepard. That's my point."

You watch as his expression softens, his mouth stretching into a grin that matches yours as he leans in to press your lips together, the both of you smiling against each other as the movie fades into the background. 

[callme-holly]

hi pretty !! i hope ur doing well and are having a good start to the new year 💋💋

i'm not sure if ur still taking requests. but if u are taking requests and aren't busy, could u pls do the outsiders x reader when they’re angry w reader ? i feel like dallas would be so hot when he’s angry ngl (but that’s just my opinion)

thank you !! 🫶🫶

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: the way i need to write fics for this...

Darry Curtis:

Darry very rarely gets mad at you, but when he does, he can act quite brash. He won’t yell or make a big deal out of the situation; it’s more of a quiet frustration and also a little bit of disappointment if you two have had an argument. He’ll give you some space to start with, distancing himself, and the tension between you both will be pretty thick and uncomfortable. When he does finally speak to you, he’s blunt and pretty firm with his words. It’s not that he doesn’t mean them; he just wants to make sure his message gets across to you so that the problem doesn’t happen again.

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda doesn’t get mad at you very often; his anger certainly doesn’t stick around for very long, but when he does, it stems more from hurt than frustration. He’ll turn a lot more serious, quietening down and only giving you short, brief answers. He doesn’t like arguing with you at all and hates when things are tense or out of the ordinary between you both. It won’t take long for him to cool down and talk it out with you, solving the issue and brightening up once more. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony’s anger is a lot quieter and tends to simmer below the surface. He’ll try and hide it; he won’t ever yell, but the way he pulls away from you says everything. If you try to speak to him before the problem has been resolved, his words are clipped and a little snappy. Despite his frustration, he won’t hold a grudge against you for too long. After you’ve given him some space to think things through, he’ll come around and talk to you about the issue when he’s ready. 

Johnny Cade:

When Johnny gets upset or angry with you, he’ll go very quiet, retreating in on himself a little. You’ll find he tries his best to avoid you, not wanting to stir up any unnecessary confrontation and definitely not wanting to start an argument with you, though his quietness doesn’t make his frustration any less intense. Once he’s had some time to think, he’ll apologise to you, even if he hasn’t done anything wrong, and will sit and talk it through with you, nodding along and listening to everything you say. 

Dallas Winston:

Dally’s anger comes out hard and sharp, and when he’s mad at you, he doesn’t hesitate to let you know. He can be very brutally honest when he wants to be, and sometimes his words can cut a lot deeper than he intends them to, which more often than not results in a pretty heated argument. He’ll storm off, needing the time to cool off, but deep down he knows he was harsh, and he cares too much about you to leave things in a rough patch. He won’t ever apologise outwardly; he does it in his own way and much prefers to use actions over words.

Steve Randle:

Steve’s anger is very hit or miss. When he gets upset, he’ll either yell at you or go deathly quiet, choosing to give you the silent treatment until he feels ready to face the problem. He isn’t great when it comes to emotions, so if you try and solve the issue before he’s properly processed it, he’ll be incredibly snappy and a little upfront. However, once he’s gotten it off his chest, he’s incredibly apologetic and will do anything to make it up to you. He’s a firm believer in talking things through, even if he isn’t great with words, and he’s willing to listen to everything you have to say. 

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two’s anger is usually fuelled by a build-up of frustration that just gets tipped over the edge. He can be rather dramatic about the issue, making a bigger deal than it actually is, but he can also get incredibly serious, and that’s when he starts to get snappy and blunt. It won’t take too long for him to cool down, and when he does, he’ll try to lighten the mood, clinging onto you and mumbling apologies in between little kisses. He doesn’t like being upset with you and doesn’t like when you’re upset with him, so he’ll try and fix it as quickly as he can. 

[callme-holly]

dallas winston getting his hair played with for the first time by his gf and he just knocks OUTT. and then he wakes up and is like "dont tell ANYONE abt this..." and then it becomes a frequent thing

𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

ataraxia: (n.) a state of serene calmness a/n: my inbox is temporarily closed while i work through some requests. it'll hopefully be open in a few days !!

The bedroom was blissfully peaceful, enveloped in a silence that was broken only by your soft breaths and the gentle snores coming from Dallas, his head resting in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair.

The sunlight streamed in through your window, bathing the room in a gentle golden hue, catching on the strands of blonde as you scratched idly at his scalp, admiring the softness of his features as he slept, taking note of every little detail. 

There’s a very light dusting of freckles across his nose, so light you’d never notice them if you weren’t looking for them, each mark spaced out like stars on his pale skin. A scar marrs the expanse just above his eyebrow, jagged and rough, but long since healed over; you don’t know where he’d gotten it, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re not sure he knows either.

He grunts slightly, shifting a little on top of your covers, the sheets crinkling under his weight. You don’t stop your ministrations, continuing to brush through his hair. It’d taken long enough for him to settle, and even longer for you to even convince him to let you touch his hair. He’d argued at first, protests spilling forth like a strong current tearing through a dam, sharp and cutting—but the second he’d felt your hand in his hair, he quieted down, and before you knew it, he was out like a light. 

He shifts again, another groan leaving him as he begins to stir. 

“You ain’t gonna tell anyone about this.” His words are slurred and rough with sleep, and you can’t tell whether it’s a statement or a question. Either way, you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips.

“No. No, I’m not.”

His eyes flutter open, and he blinks cluelessly at you for a moment, his eyes hazy with the remnants of exhaustion. He hums lazily in response.

“Good.” To your surprise, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he closes his eyes once more, seemingly content to remain exactly where he is.

His hand rests lightly on your leg, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin, and you let your fingers trace the contour of his jaw, the pads brushing over every mark and scar, every little imperfection that all seem to add up to make him perfect. 

It isn't until that moment, admiring every little detail of him as he sleeps, that the true reason for his reluctance makes sense: Dallas Winston is a rough, wild thing. He's trouble; he's volatile; he's uncontrollable... But behind it all, behind that mask of indifference, is a vulnerability he's too afraid to let show.

“I love you…” The words leave you before you can even think about what you're saying. Dallas doesn't open his eyes; he doesn't even stir, simply nodding in response.

“Yeah. I know you do, doll.” 

You lean forward and press a chaste kiss to his forehead, smiling once more, brushing those stubborn blonde wisps back from his forehead. You weren't expecting him to say it back; he never does, but the way he's lying now, quiet and content against you, you can tell that maybe he quite likes you too.

[callme-holly]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠

𝐚/𝐧: am i writing this for myself bc i've been kinda low? yes. yes i am.

Darry Curtis:

Darry is a little caught off guard at first, but the second he sees the pleading look in your eyes, he drops what he’s doing and pulls you close. His arms are strong and secure around you, not letting you go until you move away. He’s incredibly grounding and comforting, making you feel entirely safe.

“I’ve got you, darlin’... You can have as many hugs as you need, alright?” He mumbles into your hair, pulling you tighter as you bury your face into his chest, nodding mutely. His hand runs up and down your back, his fingers tracing slow patterns against your skin, grounding you just the way you need.

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda won't even let you finish your request before he’s pulling you close, his expression soft and his words light. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, and if a simple hug is all you need, he’s happy to deliver. He’ll squeeze you tightly, swaying you side to side.

“You don’t have to ask for a hug, you know?” Soda glances down at you, his arms still laced around your waist. He brushes your hair back, and you shrug. “I know…” You mumble, tucking yourself close once more. “Just needed one.”

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony looks a little surprised but is very quick to comply, opening his arms for you and wrapping you up tightly. His hugs are gentle and soothing, and they always linger for a few moments longer than usual, just so that he can ensure you’re okay.

“You okay?” he asks, not pulling away from you. Your shrug tells him everything he needs to know, and he sighs softly, his hold tightening just a little. “If you need anything, I’m here, okay?” 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny’s hugs are very soft and tentative, not wanting to crowd you unless you want to be held tightly. His presence is incredibly comforting, and sometimes his quiet nature is just what you need. He’ll stay with you, just holding you for as long as you need.

“Come here…” he sighs, his arms always stretched out for you, and you don’t hesitate before stepping towards him, letting him hold onto you. He doesn’t say anything; he just holds onto you tightly, giving you just the right amount of comfort you need.

Dallas Winston:

Dally’s first instinct when he hears your question is to poke fun at you, but the moment he sees the serious look in your eyes, he softens slightly and pulls you into his lap, his arms winding around your waist. He won't say anything when you tuck yourself into him, simply holding onto you tightly, as if shielding you from the world. “You’re lucky I like you, you know that?” Dallas’ tone is light, but there’s no malice behind his words as his fingers idly card through your hair. “I got you, doll. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you.”

Steve Randle:

When you ask, Steve makes a big show of opening his arms wide, acting as if he’s waiting for this moment forever. He doesn’t press as to why you’ve asked for one or about the randomness of the request; he just lets you cling onto him for as long as you need. “Who would’ve thought you’d want a hug from little old me, huh?” he chuckles, rocking you back and forth as you hold onto him “Hush…” you whisper, peering up at him, unable to resist the smile that tugs at your lips.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two is surprisingly serious about your request, keeping his teasing at a minimum. He can see how much you need it and instantly wraps you up in a hug, sitting on the couch with you and peppering your face with gentle kisses.  “Don’t be getting all sentimental on me…” he chuckles, pulling back as he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. You can only shake your head as you hide your face once more, sighing as he pulls you close.

[callme-holly]

probably wont keep this post up long but i just wanted to apologise to everyone who have requested and its taken me ages to get to. i currently have 125 requests LMAO and i have exams coming in a few weeks and frequent rehearsals.

i might be a little slow and unmotivated, but im trying my hardest y'all sorry !!

[callme-holly]

I love your writing SOOO much. Could you do how the gang acts around kids? Like babysitting? Tysm!

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 [𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬]

𝐚/𝐧: I thought this was such a sweet concept omg i love it.

Darry Curtis:

Darry is incredibly good with kids; he’s grown up with two younger brothers he’s had to look out for his whole life, so looking after children and babysitting comes naturally to him. He’s incredibly patient and always happy to help out, trying his hardest to balance his time so that the kid he’s looking after gets the right amount of attention.  He is very responsible, always making sure the kid is safe, that they have everything they need, that they’ve done their homework if they have it, but he also has a soft spot. Sometimes you’ll catch him letting the kid climb all over him, telling them stories, and joining in their silly games when he gets the chance. 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda is every kid’s ideal babysitter. He’s fun, he’s entertaining, but he can also be incredibly responsible when he needs to be. If you’re babysitting, the child is instantly drawn to Soda, and he matches their energy perfectly, joining in with their games and making them laugh.  However, he isn’t the best when it comes to discipline and sometimes lets the kids get away with more than they should, which is where you, more often than not, need to step in. Sometimes it feels like babysitting two kids, but you can’t be upset with him because he manages the chaos so well. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony is a little more awkward around kids and unsure when it comes down to babysitting. He’s a lot more quiet and level-headed, settling for calmer activities to keep the child entertained. He’ll draw with them, help them with their reading, and will also help them with schoolwork depending on their age. If the kids are particularly rowdy, he might struggle a bit at first, but it won’t take him long to warm up to them, and soon he’ll be dragged into their games and will be playing along, helping build up big, dramatic storylines with his more than creative imagination. 

Johnny Cade:

Much like Pony, Johnny is a little unsure at first, not wanting to say or do the wrong thing. He’s never had any experiences with younger kids, and he hasn’t exactly had the best role models, but when the kids start gravitating towards his calm personality, he relaxes a little. He’ll sit with them and play along with action figures, going along with storylines and listening to all the stories they have to tell like they’re the most interesting and important things in the world. He’s incredibly good when the child is upset, knowing exactly how to calm them down, and doesn’t complain when they cling to him for comfort. 

Dallas Winston:

Babysitting is Dally’s worst nightmare, and he doesn’t enjoy it a single bit, only sticking around because you insist. Unfortunately for him, kids tend to be fascinated by his cool demeanour, and while he may come across as scary at first, they quickly warm up to him when they catch you scolding him for being rude. If they were to climb all over him, he’d grumble and half-heartedly push them away, wanting nothing to do with their games. However, he can be surprisingly protective over the kids, and if they were to get hurt, he’ll defend them whilst keeping that slightly rough attitude. “Hey, kid, look at me. You wanted to climb that tree, and you fell, man. That’s on you. Just… don’t do it again.” 

Steve Randle:

Steve is the fun babysitter. He’s all about burning off the kid’s energy, running around with them and playing games until they crash. He’ll let them suggest games, and he’ll laugh along with every joke and story. Sometimes, just to give you a break from babysitting, he’ll show the kid his car, teaching them about all the parts and letting them sit behind the wheel. However, he also has a stern side and can enforce rules when they’re really necessary. He isn’t afraid to put his foot down and is pretty good at keeping the kid in control.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two is a big kid at heart, so he bonds with the child very easily. He’ll goof off, telling funny stories, cracking jokes, and playing any game the kid wants in a way that matches their energy perfectly. He sometimes sneaks them snacks behind your back, telling them to keep it a secret. He isn’t super strict, but he can maintain a certain level of control when its needed. 

[callme-holly]

Could you do one where the reader is an artist. And they give them a painting of said member or painted something that reminded them of that member.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: two posts in one day !!! look at me go

Darry Curtis:

Darry doesn’t always know what to say when it comes to art, but he has his own quiet way of appreciating it. Sometimes, if you’re working on something, he’ll pause to watch you for a while before carrying on with whatever he was doing, taking those few seconds to admire your creativity.  If you were to give him a painting that you’d done he’d be slightly taken aback that you’d thought of him in such a sweet way and created something for him. Guaranteed that picture will be framed and hung up in the house.

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda loves to watch you as you create, whether your drawing painting, you name it, he’ll be hovering next to you and watching carefully. He’ll ask you to teach him everything you know, and sometimes, when he needs to calm down he’ll sit with you and paint with you. He’d be beyond thrilled if you gave him a piece of your art, immediately showing it off and pointing out all his facourite parts. He’ll gush about how talented you are and how insanely proud he is of you. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony is entirely fascinated by your art and loves listening to you whenever you talk about it. He does his fair share of drawing too, so often, to wind down, you’ll both sit together and draw each other. Sometimes, when he’s reading, you’ll draw out the descriptions from the books and he’ll keep them tucked between the pages, treasuring each illustration. If you’re ever stuck with artists block, Pony will sit with you and brainstorm ideas until you can get through it.

Johnny Cade:

Johnny has a quiet admiration for your work, and never thinks twice about praising you for your talent. He could sit and watch you for hours as you draw or paint, finding something relaxing about the way you can bring something to life. If you teach him, he might paint along with you, and while he isn’t as skilled, he finds it relaxing nonetheless. If you gave him a piece of art, he’d treasure it and is insanely appreciative. He’ll keep every single thing you give him and often catches himself looking back at them.

Dallas Winston:

Dally doesn’t really see the point in art, so it might take a while for him to soften to the idea. It isn’t until he catches you sketching him and he becomes a little more intrigued, sitting back and watching you as you work. He doesn’t understand how you can focus for so long on something, but he never judges you. If you give him something, he’ll go quiet, tucking it into his pocket. He might seem like he doesn’t care, but he’ll keep every single thing, and more often than not, you’ll catch him flipping through your sketchbook with a semi-thoughful expression.

Steve Randle:

Steve might not fully understand art, but he is intrigued by your talent and appreciates every ounce of effort you put into your stuff. He’ll sit back and just let you draw, rambling about his day and occasionally pausing to watch you. He’ll make little jokes about being your “muse” but quickly shuts up if you gave him a drawing, admiring it and showering you with praise.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two loves you art a lot and loves when you do little cartoony illustrations; he thinks you should become famous and animate a mickey show or something just for him. Sometimes, if you’re struggling for ideas, he’ll suggest silly little things and is always thrilled when you produce them, laughing and keeping them on his wall by his nightstand. If you were to draw him specifically, he’d be honoured, and would cherish the artwork forever, claiming he’ll keep it with him even when he’s on his deathbed.