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DON’T YOU TOUCH HER.

Johnny Cade x fem!reader

(The Outsiders headcanonsxsmallfic | angst )

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“Johnny man, sounded like he fuckin’ snapped. All for his broad. Wish I was there to see it. Didn’t think he had it in him.” - D.W.

HEADCANON:

Johnny Cade isn’t the type to blow up—he’s the type to bite his tongue until it bleeds or just lets people walk over him. For years, he’s trained himself to be small, quiet, and unnoticed, because being loud at home always got him hurt. But even the quietest people have a limit.

What makes him finally snap:

It’s not one big thing—it’s everything. The constant jabs from Socs, the sneers from strangers, the lingering bruises from home, and watching the people he cares about get hurt over and over. But the final straw? Someone goes after you.

It’s after dark, and you’re walking with him near the lot. A few Socs pull up, already smirking, already looking for trouble. They start with Johnny, calling him names, mocking his clothes, telling him he’s “pathetic” and “worthless.” He ignores it—he’s good at ignoring it. But then one of them turns on you.

It’s not just teasing—they say something vile, something personal. Something that disrespected you. They make a crude comment. That’s when something in Johnny just snaps.

What happens:

He doesn’t yell at first. He just goes still. His jaw tightens, his fists clench, and his eyes—normally soft and cautious—go sharp.

“Don’t. You. Touch. Her.”

When the Soc laughs and steps closer, Johnny shoves him—hard. The surprise alone knocks the guy back. Then Johnny’s voice raises, and it’s louder than you’ve ever heard it. Years of bottled-up anger come pouring out—at the Socs, at his parents, at the whole damn world that’s been kicking him since he was a kid.

He’s shaking, but he doesn’t back down until the Socs retreat, muttering curses as they go.

Aftermath:

The second they’re gone, all that anger burns out of him like a match in the wind. His breathing’s fast, his hands are still trembling, and he’s looking at you like he’s half-apologizing for losing control.

When the gang hears about it, they’re shocked. Two-Bit says he’s never seen or heard of Johnny so riled up. Dally? He’s proud.

But Ponyboy’s the one who really gets it—he doesn’t joke or tease. He just pats Johnny on the back and tells him he did the right thing.

From then on:

Johnny doesn’t snap often—it’s not in his nature—but everyone learns one thing that night: he’ll put up with a lot, but if you mess with someone he loves, he’ll burn the whole world down before he lets it slide.

SMALL FIC:

The night air was cool, but the heat from the streetlamps made the lot feel heavy. You walked beside Johnny, your hands brushing every so often, the faint scent of worn denim and cigarettes clinging to his jacket. It was quiet, just the sound of your footsteps on the cracked pavement.

That quiet didn’t last.

A car slowed to a crawl beside you, the low hum of the engine making Johnny’s shoulders tense. You recognized the smug faces before they even rolled the window down—Socs. Two in the front, one in the back, all wearing that same rich-boy smirk that made your stomach turn.

“Well, well,” one of them drawled, eyes landing on Johnny. “Look who it is. Looks like we got a worthless little lost puppy. Didn’t know they let strays out this late.”

Johnny kept walking, eyes down. He was good at this—ignoring them, keeping his head low.

“Hey—don’t walk away from me when I’m talkin’ to you, trash,” another one called.

Still, he said nothing. You reached for his hand, but before you could touch him, the Soc in the passenger seat leaned halfway out the window, his gaze sliding over to you.

“And who’s this? Your charity case? She slumming it with you, grease? Bet she doesn’t know what a real man looks like.”

You felt Johnny stiffen, but you were ready to walk away. Until the Soc added something filthy—words that made your skin crawl and your jaw drop.

“Or feels like… Sure wish I could have a piece of that trashy ass of yours, baby. Bet this grease head don’t give it to you right. I say I should pull you away right now and give you what you need.”

That’s when Johnny stopped walking.

“Don’t. You. Touch. Her.” His voice was low, but there was something in it that made the hairs on your arms rise.

The Soc laughed. “Or what?” He pushed the door open, stepping out with that lazy, taunting swagger.

Johnny moved before you even registered it. One hard shove to the Soc’s chest sent him stumbling back against the car. “Or I’ll make you regret it,” Johnny snapped, voice shaking—not from fear, but from rage. “I’m sick and tired of you punks thinking you can do whatever the hell you want. You think you can talk to her like that? You don’t get to. You don’t touch her!”

The Soc sneered, but something in Johnny’s dark eyes—sharp, unflinching—made him pause. “You’re pathetic, grease,” he muttered, climbing back into the car.

Johnny didn’t move until the taillights disappeared. His hands were still fists, his breathing fast. Then he looked at you, eyes softening in an instant. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“Johnny,” you interrupted, stepping into his space. “Don’t apologize. You were protecting me.”

He let out a shaky breath, and when you wrapped your arms around him, he held you tight—like he was afraid you might slip away.

Later, when you told the gang, Dally grinned like Christmas came early.

“’Bout damn time you stopped takin’ shit from those Socs, Johnnycake,” he said, clapping him on the back.

But you knew the truth—it wasn’t about pride, or proving something. Johnny Cade had taken every hit life threw at him, but the second someone came for you… that’s when he finally fought back.

Hope y’all enjoyed this one. I made the small gif thingy up there to give a slight mood board feel. I was kinda pissed when writing this (due to other reasons lol I’m good now) but here it is. And Dally was a close second. I may or may not do that one next. ꨄ

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THE “L” WORD PT. I

(The Outsiders x fem!reader headcanon/small fic | fluff)

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You decided to tell him how you feel… those three little words, aren’t so little and are more than just words. But how do they react to the big “L” word…?

Only one way to find out…

♥︎PONYBOY:

It’s late, the streetlights are humming, and you’re both sitting on the hood of Darry’s pickup parked outside the Curtis house. He’s been talking about some book he just finished, all animated hands and wide eyes, when you say it.

You don’t plan to. It just slips out between breaths, soft but clear:

“I think I’m in love with you, Pony…”

For a second, his face freezes mid-smile. Like someone just pressed pause. The words sink in, his expression flickering between shock and something deeper—fear, maybe, or just the weight of what you said hitting him all at once.

“Y—you can’t just… say stuff like that,” he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. But his voice isn’t annoyed—it’s trembling. His ears are red, and he’s avoiding your gaze like it’ll burn him alive.

When you press, asking “Why not…” he finally looks at you, eyes sharp with emotion:

“Because I’ve been in love with you for months, and if you say it back, it stops bein’ a dream and turns real. And real? Real means I could lose you. And I don’t… I don’t think I could handle that, y/n.”

His voice cracks on the last word. Your very name. The name that always plays and sounds off like a prayer in his head. You reach for his hand, and he lets you, finally breaking into a crooked, hopeful smile. He leans forward, kissing you like it’s the answer to every poem he’s ever written—slow, careful, and full of relief.

♥︎JOHNNY:

It’s quiet—one of those nights where the gang’s noise is a dull hum from the other room. You and Johnny are sitting on the couch, knees touching, sharing a blanket. He’s flipping his lighter open and shut, that little click filling the space between your voices.

You’ve been watching him, how his shoulders relax around you, how his eyes keep drifting to yours when he thinks you’re not looking. You don’t even realize you’re about to say it until the words tumble out, barely above a whisper:

“I think I’m in love with you, Johnny…”

The click stops. His thumb freezes over the lighter wheel. He stares at you like you’ve just spoken a language he doesn’t understand.

“Nah… nah, don’t—don’t mess with me like that y/n,” he says, shaking his head fast, almost panicked. His voice is raw, and he won’t meet your eyes.

“Johnny, I ain’t messing with you. I promise. You’re like the only person I can feel safe with. I can be myself around you.”

When you tell him you’re not joking, his mouth works like he’s trying to find the right words, but all that comes out is:

“Nobody’s ever… said that to me before. Not like they meant it.”

You can see the way his chest is rising and falling faster now, like he’s bracing for you to laugh it off or take it back. When you don’t, when you just reach up and brush your fingers against his cheek, he goes still.

He swallows, hard, and his voice drops to something small but certain:

“If you mean it… I think I’ve been in love with you, too. Just didn’t think someone like you could ever feel that way about me.”

He leans into your hand, eyes glassy but warm, and lets you pull him into the kind of hug that says I’m not going anywhere. For the rest of the night, he stays close, holding your hand like it’s the only proof he has that you meant it.

♥︎DALLY:

It’s late, the city’s quiet except for the rumble of a few cars in the distance. You’re both sitting on the steps outside Buck’s, Dally with a cigarette hanging lazy from his lips, leaning against the white wall. He’s been telling some wild story about a fight earlier that week, smirking like he owns the night.

You’re watching him, how the streetlight cuts across his jaw, and it just slips out:

“I think I’m in love with you, Dal.”

It’s like someone yanked the brake on his whole system. His smirk falters. The cigarette dangles forgotten between his fingers. His eyes snap to yours, sharp and suspicious.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” he mutters, like he’s testing you, waiting for a punchline.

“What do you mean ‘the hell’s that supposed to mean’? You heard what I said.”

When you just shrug and say you mean it, he lets out this short, almost bitter laugh.

“You don’t wanna do that, sweetheart. Trust me.”

“Oh? And why is that? Explain it to me.”

There’s a shift in him—like he’s trying to push you away before you can really get close. He leans back, eyes narrowing. “People don’t love guys like me. They love the idea of me until I screw it up. And I always screw it up.”

“I bed to differ.”

You tell him you don’t care, and for a second, his mask cracks. His voice drops low, the cockiness gone:

“You’re tellin’ me you mean it? You really mean it?”

When you nod, he shakes his head slowly, a ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth like he’s fighting it. He flicks the cigarette away, leans in, and kisses you—fast, a little desperate, like he’s terrified the moment might disappear.

Pulling back, he mutters against your lips:

“Then I guess you’re stuck with me, doll. ‘Cause I’ve been gone on you for longer than I’d ever admit.”

♥︎TWO-BIT:

It’s the middle of the afternoon, the two of you sitting cross-legged on his bed surrounded by empty Coke bottles and comic books. He’s halfway through telling you a ridiculous story about a prank he pulled on Steve when you interrupt him, the words just slipping out without warning:

“I think I’m in love with you, Two-Bit.”

He freezes mid-gesture, then blinks at you. “Well… of course you are, doll. Look at me—I’m a catch!” He grins wide, tipping his head back like he’s just been crowned king of Tulsa.

“Alright now, don’t get a big head, Mathews.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t take it back. You just repeat it, slower this time, so he knows you mean it. His smile falters, just slightly, and his eyes flick to yours with a hint of something more serious.

“Wait… you ain’t messin’ with me, right? ‘Cause, I mean… I joke a lot, but that ain’t somethin’ I wanna joke about.” His voice drops a little, all the teasing stripped away.

“Dead-ass.”

When you tell him you mean every word, he lets out this low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, damn… guess I’m in trouble then.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he grins—softer this time, no act, no performance:

“’Cause I’ve been crazy about you for a while now, but I didn’t wanna scare you off. I mean… what kinda guy like me gets to have a girl like you?”

He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours, and for once he’s not cracking a joke. “Guess the answer’s me, huh?”

And then, because he’s still Two-Bit, he adds with a smirk: “Don’t worry, I’ll still let you buy me dinner once in a while.” But you can tell—underneath the humor—he’s holding onto your words like they’re gold.

♥︎STEVE:

It’s after closing at the DX. The garage smells faintly of oil and gasoline, the lights are low, and Steve’s leaning against the hood of a car he’s been working on all day. You’re sitting nearby, legs swinging off the workbench, talking about nothing in particular.

The words just slip out between breaths:

“I think I’m in love with you, Steve.”

The sound of a wrench clattering onto the floor echoes through the quiet. He freezes mid-step, staring at you like he’s not sure he heard right. “What’d you just say?”

You repeat it, slower this time. His brow furrows, and he laughs under his breath—but not the funny kind of laugh. The kind that’s a little disbelieving, a little scared.

“You… don’t gotta say stuff like that to me. Not unless you mean it.”

“What? I do mean it.”

When you tell him you do mean it, he shakes his head, looking down at his boots. “Y’know, people don’t… people don’t stick around for guys like me. They like the cars, the smartass attitude, the fun—until it stops bein’ fun. Then they go find someone… easier.”

There’s a pause, heavy with something unspoken. You slide off the bench, step closer, and touch his arm. He finally looks up, and there’s that flicker—like he wants so badly to believe you but doesn’t know if he should.

“You’re an idiot,” you say softly, “if you think I’m going anywhere.”

That gets a crooked smile out of him. He lets out a slow breath, then takes your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks like he’s memorizing you.

“Then I guess you should know I’ve been half in love with you since you first yelled at me for getting grease on your shoes.”

“I remember that shit.” you laughed a bit, recalling that day.

He kisses you—warm, a little desperate—and when he pulls back, he mutters, “Just don’t say it unless you’re gonna keep meanin’ it. ‘Cause I don’t think I could take it if you didn’t.”

♥︎SODAPOP:

It’s a slow evening at the DX, and you’re both sitting on the curb out front, sharing a milkshake. He’s telling you about some goofy thing Steve did earlier, laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. You’re looking at him—really looking—and it just hits you.

Without thinking, you say it:

“I think I’m in love with you, Soda.”

He stops mid-laugh, blinking like his brain is doing a double-take. “You… what?” His grin spreads slowly, like a sunrise. “Say that again, doll. C’mon, I wanna hear it again.”

You repeat it, and suddenly he’s on his feet, hands in his hair like he can’t contain the energy. “Holy hell, you have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for you to say that!” He practically bounces back down next to you, taking your face in both hands.

“W-wait… really?”

There’s no hesitation, no fear in his eyes—just that pure, Soda-style joy.

“I’ve been head over heels for you since the first time you stole my fries. And I was just hopin’—prayin’, really—that you’d feel the same.”

He kisses you right there on the curb, deep and happy and entirely unapologetic, not caring who sees. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, still grinning like a fool.

“You just made my whole damn life, y’know that?” he says, his voice softer now. “And you better get used to hearin’ me say it back. All the time. Everywhere. To anyone who’ll listen.”

From that moment on, he makes good on that promise—he says “I love you” so often it becomes part of his breathing. And every single time, he means it.

♥︎DARRY:

It’s late, and the Curtis house is finally quiet. The younger ones are asleep, the dishes are done, and you’re sitting with Darry at the kitchen table. The only light comes from the small lamp over the sink, casting soft shadows across the room. He’s sipping coffee, hair slightly mussed from a long day.

You’re watching him—how the weight of responsibility seems to sit in his shoulders—and the words just come out, steady but quiet:

“I think I’m in love with you, Darry.”

His hand stops halfway to his mug. Slowly, he sets it down and looks at you like he’s making sure he heard right. There’s no smile yet, no quick answer—just that deep, searching gaze of his.

“You don’t have to say that just ‘cause you think I wanna hear it,” he says, voice low and even.

“No. I’m not saying it because I think you wanna hear it but I’m saying it because you need to know how I feel about you, Darry.”

You tell him you mean it, every word, and something shifts in his eyes—relief, mixed with something vulnerable he doesn’t usually show. He leans back in his chair, running a hand over his face.

“Y’know… I’ve been holding back from saying it myself,” he admits. “Not because I don’t feel it, but because once I do… it’s real. And real means I’m trusting you with somethin’ I don’t give away easy.”

“I’m instilling that trust with you. I don’t trust easy too but I’m willing to do for you.”

He leans forward again, resting his forearms on the table, his eyes never leaving yours.

“And if we’re layin’ it all out… I’ve been in love with you for a long damn time. And I don’t want anyone else.”

When you smile, he finally does too—the kind of rare, warm grin that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. He reaches across the table, takes your hand in his, and squeezes gently.

“I’m not perfect,” he says softly, “but I’ll love you in a way that’s steady. Lasting. That I can promise.”

“Oh, Darry…”

And from then on, every little thing—fixing the leaky sink, making sure you’ve eaten, quietly sliding his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold—is just Darry’s way of saying I meant it, and I always will.

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IT SEEMS LIKE THERES GOTTA BE SOMEPLACE WITHOUT GREASERS OR SOCS, WITH JUST PEOPLE. PLAIN, ORDINARY PEOPLE. -Johnny Cade

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The Outsiders quotes + pastels

[greasermoon]

Hello, could you ever write some headcanons of johnny, pony, and another greaser of your choice with a soc!reader who likes to spoil them? Whether it would be affection or gifts? ^_^

Bet.

Silver Spoons & Switchblades

(The Outsiders x Soc!reader | fluff)

Wait. A. Damn. Minute. They’re with a Socialite??? Is this true? Damn. I guess it is. Well, let’s get in to it! Rags and riches collide.

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♥︎PONYBOY:

At first, he didn’t mean to fall for a Soc. But y’all talked about books. And stars. And you didn’t look at him like he was dirt.

You show up in a clean white dress with pearls, and he shows up with a scraped-up notebook and shaking hands.

His brothers are suspicious. Darry’s ready to bolt. Soda’s just watching with big-brother eyebrows.

“You sure she ain’t just slumming it, Pony?”

But Pony defends you—softly but firmly.

“She listens. She sees me. She’s not like the rest of them.”

Your friends glare at him. His friends glare at you. But the two of you? You just sit under the stars and fall harder every night.

His gift to you: A pressed flower in a small, hand-made bookmark.

He found the flower during one of your walks and carefully pressed it between the pages of his favorite book for weeks.

He handwrites a tiny note on the back of the bookmark—just a simple, “Thought of you when I saw this.”

Your reaction:

Needless to say… You’re speechless. You have diamonds and pearls back home, but this? This feels like something no amount of money can buy.

You use it in every book you read after that, and it’s the one thing you refuse to lend to anyone.

Your gift to him: A high-quality leather journal and a smooth fountain pen.

You save up (or skip a shopping trip) to get him something beautiful to write in—something that makes his poetry feel important.

You hand it to him shyly: “So you can keep all your poems in one place.”

His Reaction:

His eyes go wide. He runs his fingers over the leather like it’s gold.

“I—uh—this is… it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

He writes his first poem for you in it the very same day.

Him spoiling with affection:

Writes you poems and reads them aloud—voice soft, almost shaky.

Carries your books, tucks your hair behind your ear, walks you home just to talk.

Hugs that last a little too long. He pulls you into his side when you’re cold, no hesitation.

“You make everything quieter, y’know that?”

Holds your hand like it’s sacred, and kisses your fingers one at a time when no one’s watching. one’s watching.

You spoiling with affection:

You run your fingers through his hair when he’s reading.

You show up to watch him write—you don’t interrupt, you just sit beside him and give him space to feel seen.

You kiss his temple when he doubts himself.

“You’re more than you think you are, Ponyboy.”

♥︎JOHNNY:

Everyone’s shocked. Even he’s shocked.

“A Soc girl… with Johnny?”

But you’re kind. Gentle. You saw him sitting alone and just… started talking.

He thought you were mocking him at first. You weren’t.

He never wants to be seen in public with you because he’s afraid someone will hurt you—or him.

One day, you hold his hand in front of your Soc friends. He freezes.

“You don’t gotta prove nothin’ to them…”

“I’m not. I’m just holdin’ your hand.”

And he tears up. Because for the first time in his life, someone chose him. Out loud.

His gift to you: A small, worn leather bracelet.

It’s one he made himself—braided cord with a little bead he found at the lot.

He’s shy about giving it to you, mumbling, “It’s not much, but… I wanted you to have it.”

Your Reaction:

You slide it on immediately and never take it off.

When your Soc friends raise an eyebrow at it, you proudly say, “It’s from Johnny,” with no shame.

Your gift to him: A warm, oversized hoodie with her perfume lightly on it.

You know how much he likes comfort, so you get him something soft, safe, and cozy—something he can wear when she’s not around.

His Reaction:

Pulls it on immediately, doesn’t care that it’s from a fancy boutique.

Smiles a little and says: “Smells like you. I like that.”

Wears it so much the gang starts calling it his “armor.”

Him spoiling with affection:

Clings to your hand under the table. He rests his head on your shoulder in silence.

Traces your knuckles when you talk. Never interrupts—just listens, fully, like you’re the only person in the world.

“You feel safe. I like being near you.”

Pulls you into his lap if you’re crying, rocks you gently while whispering how proud he is to love you.

You spoiling with affection:

You always kiss his scars—his hands, his jaw, his shoulders.

You call him “handsome” every day just to see him blush.

You hug him from behind and sway with him, whispering:

“You deserve everything, Johnny. And I’ll spend forever proving it.”

♥︎DALLY:

Everyone assumes he’s using you. He even jokes about it.

“Look at me—livin’ the dream. Rich girl, pretty car, daddy’s credit card.”

But the minute someone else calls you a “spoiled brat”? Dally swings.

The truth is… you make him feel.

He pushes you away constantly, afraid you’ll leave first. But you keep showing up.

“What, you get bored of cocktail parties?”

“No, I just like the way you look at me.”

He falls HARD—but in private.

When you bring him something soft—homemade cookies, a sweater—he just stares at it like it’s a grenade.

“No one’s ever… done that. For me.”

His gift to you: His own St. Christopher necklace.

He doesn’t “do” gifts, but one night he just takes the chain off his neck and clasps it around yours without saying a word.

When you ask why, he just smirks: “Looks better on you, doll.”

Your Reaction:

You treasure it like it’s the most expensive piece of jewelry you’ve ever owned.

You keep it tucked under your collar in front of your family so no one can take it from you.

Your gift to him: A vintage Zippo lighter engraved with his initials.

You notice how much he flicks his lighter open and shut, so you find one in perfect condition and has it customized just for him.

His Reaction:

Stares at it like it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given him.

Plays it off with a smirk: “Guess I gotta stick around now, huh? Can’t lose this.”

Uses it every day—and only lets you borrow it.

Him spoiling with affection:

Puts his arm around you everywhere. Pulls you into his side like he’s daring someone to say something.

Lets you touch him where no one else can—his face, his hair, the spot over his heart.

Murmurs things against your skin like:

“Ain’t used to this, but I like how you make me feel human.”

Kisses your knuckles with a smirk before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking you home.

You spoiling with affection:

You cup his face when he’s angry and whispers:

“You don’t have to fight to be loved, Dally.”

You trace the veins in his arms when he’s calm.

You rub the back of his neck when he’s stressed. He swears it’s the only thing that keeps him from losing it some days.

♥︎TWO-BIT:

Thinks it’s hilarious at first.

“Can you believe this? I’m datin’ a girl who owns more shoes than I own shirts.”

But then he falls. And hard.

Starts learning the names of fancy things just so he can talk to you about your world.

Brings you random little trinkets from the gas station or the lot like they’re treasures.

Your parents hate him. He jokes about it constantly—but it stings.

“Tell your mom I said hey. And that her casserole sucked.”

“Keith—”

“KIDDING. …Kinda.”

Protects you with everything he’s got, even when you’re the one with all the money.

His gift to you: A Minnie Mouse keychain and a lollipop bouquet.

He wins the keychain from a claw machine and buys a handful of lollipops from the corner store, arranging them into a “bouquet” with tape and a bow.

Hands it to you with a wink: “For my sweet tooth.”

Your Reaction:

You laughed so hard you cried—then you kiss him right there in the parking lot.

You hang the keychain on your purse and refuse to replace it, no matter how fancy your bags get.

Your gift to him: A personalized deck of playing cards.

Each card has a little doodle or note on it—inside jokes, favorite memories, or even Polaroids taped to them.

His reaction:

Laughs so hard going through the deck. “You really made the joker me, huh?”

Keeps them in his jacket pocket, ready to show anyone who’ll listen.

Challenges you to card games constantly now—he’s competitive but lets you win sometimes.

Him spoiling with affection:

He kisses your cheek just to make you laugh.

He always pulls you into goofy dance moves in parking lots, y’all both are a laughing mess the whole time.

Always has his arm draped across your shoulders or around your waist like you’re his home base.

“C’mere, doll. You’re my favorite kind of chaos.”

He rubs your back absentmindedly when you’re tired and he even sings made-up songs just for you.

You spoiling with affection:

Constant kisses on his nose or forehead.

You let him fall asleep with his head in your lap and strokes his hair until he knocks out.

You draw little hearts on his hands in pen.

“So you don’t forget you’re loved, even for a second.”

♥︎STEVE:

Instant chaos.

Much like Dally would do… He argues with your stuck-up friends, curses at your dad, and throws rocks at your ex’s car.

But you love it. You love how unapologetic he is.

He doesn’t understand why someone like you would want someone like him.

“You’ve got mansions. I’ve got grease under my nails.”

“And I still pick you.”

He’s loud and confident in public—but in private? He’s softer. Kisses your hands. Tells you you’re the best thing he’s ever touched.

Tries to act like he hates country clubs, but he secretly loves when you sneak him in. Just to see the look on everyone’s faces. It makes him feel like the shit when he’s in a country club tbh.

His gift to you: A custom hair comb.

He sands and polishes it himself from a piece of scrap wood, engraving your initials into it.

Presents it to you like it’s no big deal, even though he spent hours making it.

Your Reaction:

You're absolutely shocked—most guys in your world would never make something with their own hands for you.

You use it every morning and you keep it on your vanity, no matter how out of place it looks among your expensive things.

Your gift to him: A quality set of mechanic tools with his name etched into the handles.

You save up more money and have them customized so no one at the garage can “accidentally” take them.

His Reaction:

“You—wait, you actually did this?”

Gets quiet for a second before smirking to cover up the emotion.

“Guess I gotta fix your car for free forever now.”

Him spoiling with affection:

He picks you up and spins you around for no reason.

He likes to rest his chin on your shoulder from behind and wrapping both arms around your waist tight.

He brushes his fingers over your jaw like you’re the most fragile thing.

“You got no idea what you do to me, huh?”

He loves kissing your neck, your forehead, your collarbone—he needs to be near you.

You spoiling with affection:

You kiss the grease off his cheeks after he’s worked all day.

You also massage his shoulders while he’s working under a car. You may get your clothes dirty but it’s worth it.

You call him “baby” in a teasing voice just to watch him get flustered and cocky at the same time.

“You’re the strongest person I know, Steve. But you don’t always have to be.”

♥︎SODAPOP:

Absolute golden retriever + sunshine rich girl energy.

He adores you. Brags about you to everyone.

“She’s got pearls and perfume and the prettiest damn smile you’ve ever seen.”

You’re not used to being adored for who you are—not what you wear. He doesn’t give a shit about the fact that you’re a Socialite.

He spins you around in gas station parking lots and takes you to dive diners just to watch you eat greasy burgers in your white gloves.

You once cried because you stepped in a puddle—he laughed, scooped you up, and kissed your nose.

You try to blend into his world. He never asks you to change.

One night you whisper:

“I’m scared you’ll stop loving me.”

“Sweetheart… I don’t know how to not love you.”

His gift to you: A Polaroid photo of you two together, framed in a cheap but sweet frame he bought at the five-and-dime.

He catches a candid of you laughing at the DX and gets it printed just for you.

Writes “My girl” on the back in blue ink.

Your Reaction:

You sets the photo on your nightstand where you can see it before bed.

When you’re feeling lonely in your big, cold house, you pick it up and smile. Knowing that you have your sweet Pepsi-Cola, life doesn’t feel so lonely.

Your gift to him: A leather wallet with a picture of y’all tucked inside.

You know his old wallet is falling apart, so you end up surprising him with one that’s stylish but sturdy.

His Reaction:

“You even put us in here?” grins like an idiot

Shows it off to literally everyone, even customers at the DX: “See this? My girl got it for me.”

Keeps that picture in there for the rest of his life.

Him spoiling with affection:

Buries his face in your neck when he hugs you.

Says “I love you” multiple times a day, like it’s oxygen. He never lets a day go by without letting you know that he loves you.

Sways with you to music only he can hear.

“You feel like summer. And I never wanna let go.”

He kisses your hand and spins you like a princess just to watch you giggle.

You spoiling with affection:

You trace hearts on his back when y’all cuddle.

You whisper affirmations to him when no one else is around.

“You take care of everyone, Soda. Let me take care of you.”

You wrap your legs around his waist in tight hugs and you just hold on.

♥︎DARRY:

The most suspicious.

Doesn’t trust your world, your people, or your fancy clothes.

“You slumming it for fun, or is this real?”

You prove it’s real. Slowly. Patiently.

He teaches you how to cook eggs in a busted pan. You teach him how to waltz.

He calls you “ma’am” the first few weeks. Eventually, it becomes “darlin’.”

When your father finds out and threatens to have him arrested for trespassing? Darry shows up at your door anyway.

“I ain’t scared of your daddy. But I am scared of losin’ you.”

His gift to you: A handmade blanket.

He doesn’t tell you, but he spent nights sewing the edges so it wouldn’t fray. What? Darry sewing?

He gives it to you before winter hits, saying simply: “Thought you could use this.”

This is actually really cute because you would never expect Darry to be sewing, especially for you. It was quite impressive to you.

Your Reaction:

You wraps yourself in it every single night.

It smells faintly like his laundry soap, and when he’s not around, you fall asleep holding it.

Your gift to him: A heavy-duty thermos with his name engraved.

You know he leaves early and works long shifts, so you get him one that will keep coffee hot all day.

You put a folded note inside for the first use: “Don’t forget someone loves you.”

His reaction:

Chuckles, shaking his head, but he keeps that note in his wallet.

Brings the thermos every day without fail—says it’s the best one he’s ever had.

Him spoiling with affection:

Tucks you into his chest and just holds you like a steady wall when you’re overwhelmed.

Kisses the crown of your head silently. Rubs your back in slow, comforting circles.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m here. Always.”

He runs his thumb across your cheekbone whenever he sees you looking tired.

Holds you like a man who’s terrified of ever losing you—but too proud to say it out loud.

You spoiling with affection:

You rub his shoulders after long days and press kisses to his spine.

You hold his face in both hands when he’s spiraling and says, “You’re doing more than enough.”

You put your hand over his heart during soft moments and whisper,

“You’re allowed to need someone too. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

[greasermoon]

Real. I see these two fucking with their exes in the most funny and chaotic way possible. Very underrated duo.

two-bit and dally are an underrated duo. guy who is ostensibly chill about everything being good buddies with guy who takes everything personally.

[greasermoon]

hi !! im not sure if ur taking small fic requests but i saw this really good hc where pony was born premature and had to use a cane until like 10-12 and was homeschooled bc of it. i’d love to see that with like how the gang is protective over him or him getting hurt !!! totally up to u but yes i would love to see the hc tired in with fluff and maybe a little hurt/comfort :3 tyy

I am taking small fic requests! This hc made me tear up, it’s hard to think that there are people who actually get bullied for what they can’t control. /: thanks for requesting. ♥︎

Walk With Me.

(Ponyboy Curtis and his six older brothers | Hurt/Comfort | Disability Headcanon)

w: mentions of disabilities

Ponyboy was born with some challenges that were sudden and life-altering. It left him walking with a limp and using a cane at a very young age. He hates it sometimes. Hates how it makes him feel slower, more noticeable, more fragile than he ever wanted to be. Especially around the kids at school. And the gang? Oh, they notice. And they protect.

PONYBOY:

Ponyboy, you don’t deserve this bullying. The gangs got you though.

“He’s a fighter, that kid. I’m telling ya. And with me saying that, says a lot…” -Steve.

• He tries so hard to act like it doesn’t bother him. Says things like “It’s just a cane. It’s not who I am.”

• But deep down, he feels like people only see the limp. Like he’s less. He wears glasses as well, because his condition caused him to wear big spectacle glasses. He’s also very insecure about that too but his brothers think he can pull them off very well.

• He walks home alone once, limping slower than usual, when a group of Socs starts mocking him—swinging their arms like they’ve got canes, calling him “Grandpa” and “crip.” They had nothing better to do than pick on a boy like Ponyboy, which was obviously wrong of them to do. The name calling made Ponyboy more insecure about himself. /:

• Also… He tried to keep walking, but one of them kicks the cane out from under him. He falls hard—palms scraped, cheek against gravel. His glasses go flying. And that’s when the gang finds him.

Oh here we go….. y’all ready for their reactions?

DALLAS:

Let’s start off with… chaos.

“And he got pissed… like really pissed. I did too but Dally, man, he really didn’t like it when them damn Socs did Pony like that.” - Two-Bit.

• Dallas sees red. Instantly.

• Doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t need context.

• Just sees Ponyboy on the ground, sees the bruises, and sees the guy laughing—and Dally snaps.

• He yanks the guy by the collar and slams him into the brick wall. Gets all in the dudes face, snarls so much he drools which causes him to spit as he spoke to the Soc.

“You think that’s funny? How ‘bout you try walkin’ with a busted spine and see how funny you feel, huh?”

• The others have to pull him off, or it’d go too far. Trust me, it was a good thing he got pulled away from the Soc. That dude would’ve been messed the hell up if Dally continued.

• Later, he sits on the curb next to Pony and lights a cigarette with shaking hands. He tries to calm down now.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, kid. They’re just scared of somethin’ they don’t understand.”

JOHNNY:

Let’s calm down a bit… well, for now.

“Johnny is such a good friend to Pony… I know he can’t take it when he sees my kid brother hurt like that…” - Sodapop.

• Johnny’s the one who rushes over to Ponyboy first. Definitely. Like he track starred to him.

• Drops to his knees, gathers Pony’s glasses, and puts a trembling hand on his shoulder.

“You okay? Talk to me, Pony, please…”

• Helps him sit up carefully, checks his palms, brushes gravel off his skin. He makes sure that he is very gentle with him.

• He’s soft, but his voice breaks. He hates seeing Pony hurt. It hurts his heart knowing his friend, who’s like a brother to him, is hurt by the people who never accepted them as a social class.

• Afterward, Johnny won’t let go of his arm the whole way home. He makes sure that Pony is with him the whole way home.

“You lean on me, alright? Walk with me. Even if you don’t wanna. I got you.”

SODAPOP:

He’s so nurturing. I just can’t.

“Seeing Soda comfort Pony like that after those Soc fuckers did what they did, was nice, comforting... kid don’t deserve to be picked on because of what he can’t control.” -Dallas.

• Soda kneels beside his baby brother, his voice shaking.

“They pushed you? Are you hurt? What did they say?”

• Tries to be calm but can’t. His smile cracks. Now Sodapop is one to always stay calm but when it came to his kid brother, it was just too hard to stay silent. He knows what pushes his buttons and he hates lashing out to others, even when it comes to Ponyboy. It just wasn’t Soda. He’s more nurturing to Pony if anything.

• Later that night, he wipes the dirt from Pony’s face with a warm rag and kisses the top of his head.

“You’re the strongest person I know, y’hear me? That cane don’t change that. It don’t change you.”

• Soda starts walking home from school with him every day after that.

TWO-BIT:

I wouldn’t want to be around Two when he’s super pissed tbh.

“Two-Bit may be all fun and jokes most of the time, but don’t push it when it comes to Pony’s safety.” -Johnny.

• Two-Bit is surprisingly quiet when he sees what happened. His jaw tenses.

“They think it’s a joke? Pickin’ on a kid who still outruns ‘em in brains?”

• Tracks down the bullies the next day. Doesn’t throw hands—just stares them down with a switchblade he never opens.

“You ever come near my brother again, and I’ll give you a limp to match. Got it?”

• Starts calling Pony “Lightning” afterward. He was very protective over Ponyboy. Hell, he thought of him as his younger brother. Why wouldn’t he protect him?

“Just ‘cause you walk slower don’t mean you ain’t fast where it counts.”

STEVE:

Wow, Steve is actually sticking up for Ponyboy?? That’s a big step towards a better friendship between the two.

“Surprising to see Steve so protective over Ponyboy, but hell, I really don’t mind it. Steve’s trying, he’s really trying.” -Darry

• Steve is furious. But he masks it behind loud anger. I would definitely not be around a pissed off Steve, then at that point, you really can’t handle the Randle.

“You lowlife pieces of trash—picking on a kid who walks better than you ever could, even with a cane!”

• He almost throws a punch, but holds back—because Pony’s watching. Yeah, he doesn’t want Pony to see such violence (even though Ponyboy saw that Dally slammed a Soc against a wall) because he didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable or any more unsafe. You know?

• Instead, he fixes Pony’s cane—tightens it, checks the rubber base, and mutters:

“I’ll find the best damn cane in the city, I don’t care how far I gotta drive.”

• From then on, he walks a little slower on purpose—so Ponyboy never feels like the slow one.

DARRY:

The big ole daddy Darry comes to the rescue.

“Honestly, I know Darry and I fight sometimes but I sure am glad he’s my older brother. I may not show it but I truly am thankful to have loving, supportive brothers and friends.” -Ponyboy

• Darry finds out later—and he loses it. Not outwardly. But you see it in his eyes.

• Quiet rage. Guilt. Pain. “I should’ve picked you up. I should’ve been there.” Like he will feel really bad about him not being able to protect his kid brother. He tried his best and is so far doing a great job.

• He kneels down in front of Pony that night and cups his face gently.

“You’re strong, kid. Stronger than they’ll ever be. You fall, you get back up. That’s what makes you Curtis blood.”

• After that, he personally talks to the school about protecting his brother. And people listen. Yeah, that’s right, Darry marched up to the school and made sure that the superintendent listened to what he had to say about making special safety accommodations for Ponyboy at both school and to/from school. So damn right they listened.

So this is what ends up happening…

• The gang starts walking with Pony everywhere.

• Dally scares off strangers just by walking beside him.

• Johnny always keeps a Band-Aid or two in his pocket “just in case.”

• Two-Bit gives him a hand-carved cane topper shaped like a lightning bolt.

• Soda paints his name on the cane in big block letters so no one can take it again.

• Darry adjusts all the doorframes at home so Pony never has to struggle.

And Ponyboy? He still walks a little slower. Still limps. But he’s never alone.

Not ever again.

[greasermoon]

Hi, i’m new to ur blog. I love your writing^^ do ypu have any rules when it comes to requests?

That’s actually a very good question! And I’m glad you asked it. Thank you for taking an interest in my writing!

Okay, so here are my rules for headcanons and small fics:

(Subject to have any additions)

I. I do not write about anything too traumatizing.

II. I’ll write about fluff, maybe 18+ content (once I know how to write better at it), you know, stuff like that.

III. I can somewhat write about ab***e, s**, sm**king, dr**king, pre****cy, nothing too too graphic but it won’t be posted on Tumblr. It’ll be on my ao3.

IIII. Characters will definitely be aged up if the content is 18+. There will always be a disclaimer or ”TW” at the beginning of the writing, if need be.

V. Please, nothing too graphic. I don’t know how comfortable I am with writing really graphically traumatic situations.

This is all I can think of at this moment but it is subject for any additions, once I think of them.

Anyways, happy requesting! ♥︎

[greasermoon]

MY FF GREASEBORN CANON & OC CHARACTERS SO FAR.

Here are a couple of canon actors that played their respective roles in the 1983 movie and here are some eighties actors that I pulled who I thought would’ve been great to have. Each one has a story behind them and they are going to be in my ff. I’m pulling more actors from that decade because this ff is long and it’s going to take an awhile for me to finish writing it. Can’t wait for y’all to see what else I’ve got cooking. ♥︎

ꨄFrom left to right:

Tom Waits as Buck Merrill

Because we all need a little bit of Bucky Merrill in this ff.

Matthew Dudley as Curly Shepard

What would this be without Curly? I mean, come on.

Jill Schoelen as Angela Shepard

I thought Jill played a good Angela. Nuff said.

Lynne Hatheway as Sandy

Okay, I love Lynne. She seems so sweet and is a perfect Sandy. Thank you Fred Roos.

ꨄMiddle:

Heather Langenkamp as Evie

The one, the only Heather L. because she was rumored to be our Queen Evie in the movie. Sad it got scraped. But isn’t she perfect for the role????

Kristy McNichol as Sylvia

Okay, I know what you’re all thinking but come on… Kristy had enough of cuteness and tuffness mixed in one. I thought she’d be perfect as Sylvia.

Tatum O’Neal as Wendy Mitchell (OC, Bucks niece, Sylvia’s best friend)

Had to have Tatum because she’s one of my fave actors as well. Her and Kristy worked so well in “Little Darlings” I had to make them besties in this fic.

Helen Slater as Beverly (musical adaptation character)

Saw that Helen auditioned to be in the movie but obvi never got the role, so I kinda gave her a chance by letting her become one of the musical canon characters. I mean, isn’t she perfect for it though???

ꨄLast:

Irene Cara as Donna Evans (OC, part of Sylvia’s gang, good friends with her)

I recently saw “Certain Fury” with her and Tatum, and damn… wonderful actress and being a singer too? Rest in peace Queen. Her story is def interesting in my fic.

Jennifer Jason Leigh as Gwendolyn “Gwen” Walker (OC, part of Sylvia’s gang, good friends with her)

Jennifer is one of my faves too and would’ve loved to see her in this movie but you know… so here she is as one of my OC’s instead.

Phoebe Cates as Mavis Addams (OC, part of Sylvia’s gang, good friends with her)

Can’t have a perfect eighties cast without Phoebe, am I right???? Thought she was perfect as one of Sylvia’s gal pals.

Pamela Ludwig as Rhonda (OC, Sylvia’s cousin, may share intel to Sylvia about Dallas)

I’m starting to branch out Sylvia’s family a bit. Thought Pamela had enough tuffness for this OC. Loved her in “Over the Edge” and she was so cute in “Tex”.

[greasermoon]

if you see me being manipulated by Dallas Winston. leave me be. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

[greasermoon]

Hi! I recently discovered your page and I liked your content very much. So I wanted to ask for something if that's okay. Could you make a headcanon of how the The outsider guys would be when dating a girl that's like super soft? Like, she's shy, clingy, kinda innocent, usually super happy, new in all the relationship thing, excited about doing a lot of cute things and dates with them and always wanting to help them. I really hope you read this. Take all the time you want if you want to make this. Thank you!

Ahhh okay, so you’re my first ever inbox ask and I’m really happy I finally got a request! Thank you for requesting. 🩷

I thought this headcanon was so cute, I definitely had to do this one right away. 🥹 so here it is! Hope you like it!

Also, I’m sorry that this took forever for me to post, I had everything written down and I went to try and save the draft but Tumblr said fuck me and wanted to give me an error page, it ended up deleting everything that I had written down. But here it is!

The Outsiders Headcanons: 🩷SOFT HANDS, NEW HEARTS🩷

✿THEIR CUTE, SOFT, SHY, CLINGY, NEW-TO-LOVE GIRLFRIEND✿

♡︎She’s all sunshine, he’s not ready for how much he loves it♡︎

(okay, I just love this gif of Tommy)

🩷PONYBOY:

Couple Title/Nickname: “look at those two all pure and innocent, all they do is read poetry and stare at sunsets every chance they get… wait… I got it! You two are a couple of INNOCENT SUNSETTERS!” Two-Bit gave y’all the name, he meant it too but you two didn’t mind it.

♥︎ At first, he’s just as shy, so you two are a blushing mess around each other. But he finds your excitement adorable. You both share cute moments and I mean a lot of cute moments.

♥︎ He’ll write you poems about holding your hand or going to the movies together, then act like it’s “no big deal” when he gives it to you.

♥︎ You cling to his arm at school or during walks? He lives for it. When you two walk he looks down at you and smiles widely because you’d be shorter than him, but he loved that fact. Pony loves that you’re a girly-girl but you also have that small tomboyish streak. That streak that just makes you want to race all the way down to Jays for malts.

♥︎ You: “Can we do a picnic date??” Pony: “I already packed the book and sandwiches.”

♥︎ Every time you get shy or flustered around him, he grins like an idiot and turns pink too. Because when you blush, he blushes as well. He just can’t help it when he’s around you. It’s nice because you two are so pure and innocent. I mean, you two know that the passion is there because y’all can definitely see and feel it but you two wait until you’re comfortable and ready. Pony is very understanding and can wait for any furtherance.

Anyways, here’s a small poem Pony wrote about you… one of the many he wrote, that is…

“Because You Smiled at Me”

-by Ponyboy Curtis

☙❧I’ve seen the stars fall quiet,

over rooftops that never learned my name.

I’ve heard the wind whisper secrets

only lonely kids ever claim.

But then you looked at me—

not past me, at me.

Like I was something worth knowing.

Like the world slowed down just long enough

for me to believe it was okay to stay.

You smiled like the sun had hands,

and they reached out just to hold my heart.

And I don’t know what I did to deserve that—

But I think I’ll spend forever trying.☙❧

He’d probably hide it at first, scared it’s “too much,” but once you read it? He’ll watch your reaction like his whole life depends on it. 🥹

(awe Ralph’s smile 🥹)

🩷JOHNNY:

Couple Title/Nickname: “Little Shadows” Because you’re always attached at the hip, quietly following one another around. Two soft-spoken souls who find comfort in each other’s presence—where one goes, the other’s not far behind.

♥︎ Literally thinks you’re an angel from heaven above. Like, he doesn’t even know how he ended up with someone so soft and sweet. It’s almost like he feels like he’s undeserving of the radiant and loving energy that you bring. Because of the emotional and physical turmoil his parents put him through but you’re the complete opposite of his parents.

♥︎ Your clinginess comforts him—he needs the physical reassurance, and he never complains when you hold his arm too long or lean into him. This is literally like his lifeline, he loves how clingy you are and he loves the physical touch. It’s like reassurance to him, reassurance that he is loved and cared for either way. 

♥︎ You’re the first to show him what love feels like, and he’s so gentle with you—slow to kiss, slow to touch, always asking if you’re okay. Johnny is literally the best gentleman boyfriend you could ever have because he literally asks you every time before doing anything, for you to be comfortable.

♥︎ If you get excited about something cute like couples bracelets or date ideas, he’ll just smile and say, “Anything you wanna do, I wanna do.” Now, Johnny is a big fan of flower crowns. So make a homemade flower crown for him, he’ll definitely appreciate it. 

♥︎ Protects your innocence like it’s sacred—but never treats you like you’re naive. Kudos to you, Johnnycake. 🥹

(ahhh i just made this gif)

🩷DALLY:

Couple Title/Nickname: “Beauty and the Burn” Because she’s sunshine in a dress and he’s the cigarette-smoke, bruised-knuckle disaster she fell for. Two-Bit coined it and won’t shut up about it. “She’s got ribbons in her hair, and he’s got blood on his shirt—what the hell kinda fairytale is this?”

♥︎ At first, he doesn’t know what to do with how clingy and happy you are. He’s like, “You sure you’re into me?” Like he even went all in his head and thought, “do I really want this cute lil pipsqueak taking up space in my heart? Fuck… I think I do…” needless to say, you take a big part of his heart. He never in his whole life thought he would fall for someone as soft-hearted as you. It’s refreshing for him to date someone he isn’t used to like girls who were fast and easy. You weren’t any of those, you were the complete opposite from what he was used to in the past but he actually loves that fact.

♥︎ So yeah, once he realizes you really love him, he starts craving it—your hugs, your hand-holding, your giddy little voice when you plan a movie night. Believe it or not, he likes how girly you sound. The color pink is his favorite on you. He also doesn’t pressure you to do things you’re not ready or comfortable on doing since you’re still new to relationships. Believe it or not, he’s super understanding.

♥︎ He pretends he’s too cool for cute dates, but you say “picnic” or “matching shirts,” and he’s like: “…Aight. But only for you.” You guys end up wearing matching hoodies and shirts/outfits, it’s really cute. Like super cute. I’m surprised he even went along with it.

♥︎ He secretly loves when you follow him around like a little shadow. The guys tease him, and he shrugs. “Jealous?” Even when you tiptoe to just reach for a kiss from him. He always smirks and softly chuckles as you try to reach his level, trust me, he thinks it’s super cute that you’re a shorty.

♥︎ Your sweetness melts him—he’s gentler with you than anyone’s ever seen him be. You’re literally his fucking treasure, like if anybody touches you they’d be a goner. Also, just an fyi, Dallas is also a super huge fan of flower crowns too, so be sure to make him one as well, but of course, you didn’t hear it from me.

(Emilio and Ally in this movie were just 🤌🏼✨)

🩷TWO-BIT:

Couple Title/Nickname: the only suitable one would’ve been “Mickey and Minnie” you know since it’s Two-Bit and all, buuuut “Cherry Pop and Trouble Shot” Another Two-Bit original. He tells everyone it’s y’all’s “dynamic duo name.” “She’s the sweet one, I’m the reason we get kicked outta diners.” The name is absolutely ridiculous. You both love it.

♥︎ SO INTO IT. Like, he teases you for being clingy, but he wraps his arms around you the whole time. “Can’t get enough of me, huh? Good—’cause I ain’t lettin’ go either.” And he ain’t ever gonna let you go.

♥︎ Every time you get excited over a cute date idea, he hypes you up even more:

You: “We could carve our initials in a tree!” Him: “And build a shrine around it, yeah! That way the squirrels and the birds know we’re together, baby.”

♥︎ Constantly flirts, but when you get shy and blush, he pauses and melts. “You’re killin’ me with that face, doll…” yeah so Two definitely melted at the time he found out that you’re as pure as the driven snow, “and you’re looking at the only potential driver.” Two would say about himself. You always loved it when he would say that.

♥︎ Makes up silly pet names and holds your hand like he was born to do it. Because what would it be without Two-Bit’s creative and colorful pet name ideas for the two of you? I mean, he’s already calling y’all “Cherry Pop and Trouble Shot” but he also liked “Giggles and Goofball”.

(Lea’s hair is giving ✨)

🩷STEVE:

Couple Title/Nickname: “Sparkplug and Sweetpea” Ponyboy swears he heard Steve call you Sweetpea once under his breath. You light Steve up. He’s sharper, funnier, louder—but also softer when you’re around. The “Sparkplug” is for your little bursts of giddy joy—especially when you get excited about simple things like going to the drive-in together. “She lights him up like a dashboard in a thunderstorm.”

♥︎ At first, he’s like, “Damn, you’re really all over me, huh?” but he quickly starts needing it just as bad. He didn’t expect to fall for someone as soft-hearted as you but he honestly, doesn’t mind it.

♥︎ You being new to love makes him so protective—he makes sure nobody rushes you or pressures you. He truly is a gentleman, believe it or not.

♥︎ Laughs when you bounce around talking about cute dates, but then makes it happen like it’s nothing:“You want flowers and a soda shop dance? Say less.” He’ll go above and beyond just to see your sweet and warm smile.

♥︎ Acts like he’s teasing you when you hug him from behind, but he’s secretly obsessed. He doesn’t want to admit it but yeah, he’s definitely obsessed with you. Need I say more, the guy is whipped. And he wouldn’t pressure you to do anything you’re not ready for.

♥︎ If anyone looks at you the wrong way? He steps in. “Nah, you don’t mess with her. She’s the sweetest thing in the world.” Again, this is a guy who thinks of you as his best and most valuable treasure in this entire fucking planet.

(Robs smile 😍)

🩷SODA:

Couple Title/Nickname: “Sugar Rush” Because being around you two is like being force-fed cotton candy and well… soda pop! You’re always giggling, blushing, and holding hands, and he’s always spinning you around or kissing your cheek in public. “It’s like watching a rom-com through a candy store window,” Two-Bit says with fake disgust. You both just smile harder.

♥︎ He LOVES that you’re new to this and so excited about every little thing. “First relationship? Baby, I’m honored.” He is definitely honored to be your first, pretty much, everything. Sure, he didn’t make it all the way with his past relationship with Sandy but you sure brought the sunshine back in his life after that emotional turmoil.

♥︎ He’s so physically affectionate that your clinginess just fits perfectly. Arms around your waist, nose kisses, swinging your hands when you walk. You two are literal lovebirds. Your shyness to him is his definite weakness. He thinks it’s super adorable that you’re a soft girly-girl.

♥︎ If you say something like, “Is it okay if I hold you a little longer?” he’ll laugh and say, “You better not let go.” He means, you better not let go. Because he’ll hold on to you till hell froze over if you asked him to hold you.

♥︎ Plans cute dates with you—ice cream, boardwalks, watching stars, you name it. He’s literally the best southern gentleman you could ever possibly ask for. He hold your door open for you, he pull out chairs for you, the whole nine. One more good thing is that he doesn’t pressure you into any uncomfortable situation. He’s a very understanding and loving man.

♥︎ Loves when you blush or squeal from excitement. He’ll tease you like, “That smile’s gonna ruin me one day.” And sure enough, it did, but in the best way possible.

(ahhhh love these two)

🩷DARRY:

Couple Title/Nickname: “Steel and Silk” Steve mutters this one day and it just sticks. He’s steel—strong, steady, silent. You’re silk—soft, flowing, tender. And somehow, you fit together. “She clings to him like she’ll break, and he holds her like she’s the only thing keeping him whole.”

♥︎ At first, he’s super surprised that someone as shy and sunshiney as you wants to be with him. He just never expected someone like you to come flowing in to his life like that. But hell, he didn’t even mind it at all.

♥︎ Thinks your clinginess is sweet, but checks in with you constantly—he wants to make sure you’re not clinging because you’re scared. Again, he is definitely a gentleman when respecting your boundaries, since you’re still new to the whole love thing. He takes things very nice, slow and easy for you. The thought of making you uncomfortable, never sat well in his mind.

♥︎ Once he knows that your clinginess is just your way of showing love, he loosens up a lot and lets you hug him anytime, anywhere. “You need me, I’m here. Always.” He definitely reassures you in every way possible.

♥︎ Dates are thoughtful and sweet—he puts effort in, especially because you’re new to all this. “You’ve never been on a real date? Alright then. Guess I gotta make it a good one.”

♥︎ Blushes when you kiss his cheek in public, but you best believe he smiles the whole way home. Again, you have to tiptoe to be at his level for a kiss from him. He finds it funny but adorable that you have to tiptoe to kiss him. He also loves the fact that you’re shy and that you’re innocent, makes him want to be even more respectful than he already is right now.

♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

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Ahhh he’s so fucking cute y’all… but y’all already knew that. ✨

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LAST ONES !! OF THE OUTSIDERS UNSEEN

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His voice does this thing to me and I’m just like… damn.

his voice omg

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The Outsiders Headcanons: JEALOUS GREEN-EYED GREASERS 💚

The more green they have: the level of their jealousy.

📗PONYBOY:

JELLY LEVEL: 40%— he can be jealous and he can damn well be sassy about it too. But he won’t be full on upset with you because of the fact he’s jealous. He’ll get over it, just hand him a book, he’ll be alright. He knows you won’t betray him.

• Tries to act mature about it, but his eyes give him away. He’ll get all quiet and withdrawn.

• Will not confront the person unless they’re seriously crossing a line, but he’ll stew about it for hours. Don’t think he’ll physically fight someone but if it came to that point… I wouldn’t be surprised.

• Might write something in his notebook like: “She smiled at him like she meant it.” Or “what am I doing? Maybe I’m breathing in to this too much. She wouldn’t do that to me.”

• If you ask what’s wrong, he’ll shake his head like it’s nothing, but his tone gets sharp.

• What fixes it: You reassuring him he’s the only one you look at like that. You two eventually go out on a library date later on. Needless to say, it went well. ♥︎

WHAT PONY MIGHT SAY:

“Heh… must be nice. Bein’ that confident.”

“I know it’s stupid, but… I hate the way he was lookin’ at you.”

“You don’t… like him, do you?” (quiet, like he doesn’t really want the answer)

“I just—I don’t wanna lose you to someone who talks louder than I do.”

🐢JOHNNY:

JELLY LEVEL: 30%—okay so don’t be alarmed, he can definitely be jealous but he’s going to be more insecure if anything. He’d be, unfortunately, more accepting if you found someone else more attractive or better than him but with you (who the hell else can be better than Johnnycake? Am I right???), that’s not the case. You always reassure Johnny that he’s the one for you.

• Gets super insecure, thinking maybe he was never good enough in the first place.

• Doesn’t lash out, but you’ll see him curl inward—hands in pockets, head down, barely saying a word.

• If someone flirts with you in front of him, he might whisper, “You can do better than me, y’know…” and mean it. It would hurt your heart hearing that from him.

• The jealousy isn’t angry—it’s sad. Like he’s preparing to be replaced. It’s like he knows he’s had a bad life and was expecting the worst. /:

• What fixes it: Holding his hand in public. Letting him be the one you lean into, not anybody else. Reassuring him that he’s your safe space/haven and that he is definitely irreplaceable. That gives him more hope for the future. ♥︎

WHAT JOHNNY MIGHT SAY:

“He’s probably better for you anyway.” (trying to sound like it doesn’t hurt)

“I ain’t mad. Just… makes me feel small, y’know?”

“If you like him, I won’t get in the way. I’ll never be the guy people chase after.”

“I know I don’t got much to offer, but I’d never treat you like a joke.”

🐉DALLAS:

JELLY LEVEL: 99.9%—yeah, that’s the percentage for Dally. We can all agree with the fact that Dally would be very jealous and a tiny bit possessive over you. Dallas is a Scorpio (like myself), Scorps are known for their jealous and vindictive nature. So of course he’s gonna be jealous as HELL. He’s like a big baby, he doesn’t wanna share what’s his with any-muthafuckin-one. Period. He loves you, so he’s gonna protect you and make sure other guys keep their distance.

• Oh, he gets angry. Real fast. Doesn’t even hide it.

• Glares so hard at the guy it’s a miracle he doesn’t combust.

• If someone so much as looks at you too long, he’ll pull you closer, wrap an arm around your waist, and say, “She’s taken. Try again, buddy.”

• But the worst part? He doesn’t get mad at you—he gets cold. Detached. Like he’s bracing himself for betrayal.

• What fixes it: You grabbing his face and telling him there’s no one else. He needs to hear it. Then pulling him for a passionate kiss. He definitely didn’t mind the kiss, let’s just say it led to more than just kissing… ♥︎

WHAT DALLY MIGHT SAY:

“The hell’s he got that I don’t?”

“You lettin’ just anybody touch you like that now?”

“Don’t play me, Y/N. I don’t share.”

“Say the word and I’ll knock his fuckin’ teeth in.”

(Then quieter, maybe to himself) “…can’t believe I let myself care this much.”

🍃TWO-BIT:

JELLY LEVEL: 70%—believe it or not, my dude Keith don’t play that shit either. You’re like a fresh breath of air for him. You’re the punch line to his jokes and the Minnie to his Mickey… so of course, he’s gonna be a little obsessed over you. Which you find very cute.

• At first, he jokes about it—“Damn, sweetheart, you got half of Tulsa lookin’ at you. Can’t blame ‘em.”

• But if the flirting doesn’t stop, the laughter fades. Fast.

• Might go full passive-aggressive: “Wow, he must really think he’s somethin’. You into that?”

• Will absolutely try to one-up the guy with louder jokes, smoother lines, or stealing you away mid-conversation.

• What fixes it: You teasing him back, then pulling him into a kiss. He melts instantly.

WHAT TWO MIGHT SAY:

“Wow, didn’t know I was in a love triangle today.”

“He’s got nothin’ on me, sweetheart, but if you wanna downgrade, be my guest.”

“Tell me the truth—did you laugh at his joke? Or were you just bein’ polite?”

“I was jokin’ at first but… now I kinda wanna hit him.”

🧩STEVE:

JELLY LEVEL: 90%—oh Steve, damn Steve, you’d actually fuck up somebody, huh? Probably with a tire jack, tbh. This dude, will literally go up to the guy and whack him with that jack if he saw that guy putting his hands on you inappropriately. So, he can be that jealous. You find it attractive though.

• Jealous? Oh, you’ll know. Arms crossed, jaw clenched, glaring daggers at the guy.

• “Who’s this punk?” even if it’s just a friend.

• Gets real touchy when he’s jealous—hand on your hip, arm over your shoulder, fingers laced in yours.

• If someone flirts with you too long, he’ll straight-up interrupt: “Yeah, hi, I’m her boyfriend. You done?”

• Might get into a fight if the guy doesn’t back off.

• What fixes it: You choosing him in front of everyone. Pulling him away. Making it clear he’s yours.

WHAT STEVE MIGHT SAY:

“What, you need me to wear a letterman jacket and flex more? I ain’t no Soc.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Just let me know when I’m not your favorite anymore.”

“He touches you like that again, I’m breakin’ his damn hand.”

“You really don’t see the way he looks at you, huh?”

(And if he’s really mad) “Go ahead. Run off with your new fanboy.”

🍀SODAPOP:

JELLY LEVEL: 50%—Soda is such a sweetheart but he wouldn’t turn a blind eye on what he would see another guy doing to you. He’d love to nail someone if they got too close to you inappropriately but he keeps his cool and his composure. He always looks for the positives in the situation and trusts you.

• Tries so hard not to let it show. Smiles anyway, but there’s tension behind his eyes.

• Gets quiet. Too quiet. And you’ll notice because Soda’s never like that.

• He doesn’t want to be possessive, but the moment he thinks you’re slipping away? It crushes him.

• Might laugh it off with something like, “You could do better than me anyway,” but he’s hurting inside.

• What fixes it: A gentle moment. You cupping his face and saying, “Don’t you ever think I want anyone else.”

WHAT SODA MIGHT SAY:

“I’m not mad, I just… I guess I thought I mattered more.”

“I know I’m not perfect, but I’d never make you wonder if I love you.”

“You looked real happy with him… I guess that’s what got me.”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N. Not without a fight.”

(Still soft, even when he’s hurting) “Just tell me I’m still the one.”

🦖DARREL:

JELLY LEVEL: 60%—Darry would definitely be quiet about it at first but you can tell that it’s bothering him. You two would talk about it because Darry isn’t much of a super, super jealous type but when it comes to you, he can be. He just wants to protect you but he also knows that you are an independent woman who can hold her own and you’re definitely someone he can trust.

• Silent jealousy. You won’t even know he’s upset unless you know him well.

• Watches the interaction with this tense expression—like he’s trying to stay calm but hates every second.

• Won’t interfere unless he feels you’re uncomfortable. Then it’s over. He’s stepping in like a brick wall.

• Later, he’ll probably say something like, “You know that guy from earlier? He seemed a little too into you.”

• What fixes it: Honest reassurance. Letting him know he’s not losing you. Maybe a forehead kiss doesn’t hurt, either.

WHAT DARRY MIGHT SAY:

“You’re allowed to talk to whoever you want… I just didn’t expect it to get that friendly.”

“He was touchin’ your arm a lot. Didn’t look like you minded.”

“I’m not tryin’ to control you. I just… care. Maybe too much.”

“He can flirt all he wants. I know what we have. I just hope you still do too.”

If anyone wants to request a certain headcanon or anything like that, I’m down. ♥︎

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