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Hi!!!!

Can I request a brill fic where readers from a rival school and his friends find out and theyre kinda mad at him?

Author's Note: yes yes yes!

Rivals

Clark Brillstein x reader

It started out like any other Friday night in the south side of Tulsa — the Soc crowd parked at The Dingo, Brill leaning against his Camaro with a Coke in hand, Brumly cracking jokes too loud, and Trip tossing a football to anyone who’d catch it.

You were standing just off to the side, your hand tucked discreetly into Brill’s, your school jacket zipped up tight. You weren’t exactly hiding, but you weren’t about to make your school colors the topic of the night, either. Rivalries in Tulsa weren’t just for football season — they were year-round, woven into everything.

Unfortunately, Brill’s friends were sharper than you’d hoped.

“Hey,” Chet said suddenly, squinting at your jacket. “Hold up — is that a Northview patch?”

Trip’s head snapped over before you could even answer. “Northview? As in our biggest rival Northview?”

You shifted your weight, but Brill’s hand tightened in yours before you could take a step back.

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly. “I go to Northview.”

The silence that followed wasn’t friendly. A few of the guys exchanged looks, and you caught a muttered “Figures” from somewhere in the back.

“You’re kidding me, Brill,” one of them said. “You’ve been talking to her this whole time and she’s from there?”

Brill straightened up, tossing his Coke can onto the hood and glaring at the guy. “Yeah, and? What’s your point?”

“My point is, they’re the enemy. You’re out here dating someone who probably cheers when we lose.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Brill beat you to it.

“She doesn’t,” he said flatly. “And I don’t give a damn what school she goes to. You think I picked her because of her football team?”

His friends quieted down at the steel in his voice.

“She’s with me,” Brill went on, voice low but firm. “If that’s a problem, it’s your problem — not mine, and not hers.”

He tugged you closer, like he was daring anyone to say something else. Nobody did. The tension eased only when Brill shifted his tone, muttering just for you, “They’ll get over it. I’m not letting some school rivalry screw this up.”

And judging by the way he kept you tucked against his side the rest of the night, he meant every word.

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Author's Note: haiii

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hii i have a few requests for the same character so i just figured i would put them all here lol

1. trip x fem!reader where they are at a party and the reader has really bad separation anxiety especially with trip and they end up getting separated at the party bc trip and her get separated bc there are so many people and the reader has a panic attack and some of the soc boys find her and some of them try to comfort her and some of them go to find trip and he comes back and comforts her and promises he would never leave her again

2. trip x fem!greaser reader where the socs and greasers are all hanging out together and it’s really hot and the reader passes out and everyone is really worried about her especially trip and after she wakes up trip takes care of her.

3. trip x fem!reader where trip meets her parents for the first time and trip notices how they criticized her for anything she does and he stands up to them and tells her he will always be there for her.

4. trip x fem!reader where its fall and they go pumpkin picking and carve pumpkins and bake and cuddle after.

also i’m so sorry these are all trip i just love ur trip fics lol and you obviously don’t have to do all of these at once, these are just some ideas. so happy your back queen! thank you!

Author's Note: I'll keep these other options in mind but I really love the second one!

Wake Up

Terrance Dipp (Trip) x fem!greaser!reader

The heat in Tulsa that afternoon was the kind that pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, sticky and relentless. The air barely moved, cicadas buzzing loud enough to drown out half the conversations. Somehow, both the Socs and Greasers had ended up loitering around the old baseball field, leaning against cars, tossing a football, and drinking sodas like there was nothing strange about all of them being in the same place.

You were sitting cross-legged on the grass, trying to ignore how your shirt stuck to your back and how the sun beat straight into your skull. Trip was over by the fence, laughing with Brill about something, the sleeves of his letterman jacket long abandoned and tied around his waist.

You told yourself you were fine, but the edges of your vision were starting to go fuzzy. You swiped your forehead with the back of your hand, hoping nobody would notice how clammy you felt.

The next thing you knew, the world tilted — and then everything went black.

When you came to, you were lying in the shade, someone’s jacket under your head like a pillow. Trip was crouched beside you, his face pale and tight, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“Hey—hey, she’s awake,” he said quickly, his voice cracking just enough to betray the worry he’d been holding in. He pushed his football buddies back when they crowded in too close. “Give her space. She’s not a sideshow.”

Your head felt like it weighed ten pounds. “I—what happened?” you mumbled.

Trip exhaled hard, looking more relieved than you’d ever seen him. “You passed out. Scared the hell outta me, babe.” He pressed a cold bottle of Coke into your hands and guided it up gently. “Small sips. You were out in the sun too long.”

You noticed then — your boots had been unlaced, your hair pulled back from your face, and someone had put a wet rag on the back of your neck. Trip’s doing, you realized.

The gang was hanging back now, talking low, and even some of the Socs looked unsettled. Nobody knew what to say, but Trip sure did.

“Don’t even think about getting up yet,” he said, brushing a thumb over your temple like you might break. “You’re gonna sit here, drink this, and let me cool you down. If I have to carry you home, I will, and I’m not afraid to embarrass you in front of everybody.”

Despite how weak you felt, you smiled faintly. “Bossy.”

“Damn right,” Trip said, but his voice softened again. “Just…don’t scare me like that again, okay?”

He stayed right there, kneeling beside you, one hand resting over yours like he needed to feel you solid and real. Even in the heat, you could feel how much colder his palm was than your skin — and how much he wasn’t letting go.

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Author's Note: baby's back !

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hey queen! so happy your back! i start my sophomore year in 2 weeks please pray for me 😓🙏

omg I wish you luck!!

sophomore year has been fun so far for me so I pray it'll be the same for you!

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bestie is back! i’ve been thinking about you and ive been worried but im glad you’re doing better my love 🫶🏼

yes everyone !

I had my summer glow up (no I didn't) and im trying to not slip into my sophomore slump

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hai guys

schools going well and i’m getting into the hang of sophomore year so with that being said

my inbox is open again!

feel free to request things for fics, head cannons and my lil yaps

see u soon!

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happy soc saturday and happy birthday sg we love you

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first day of classes and i’m sick

wish me luck

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first day of sophomore year tmr

why did summer go by so fast

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did stunts at cheer today and i survived 🫰

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i wanna see sky speed walking 😭😭

8/2 mat show notes

i'm leaving for college so this is gonna be my last show notes for a while :( but i am hopefully seeing the tour cast in a few (six) months so!

full principal cast with henry steve, varvar brill!

sorry for all you act ii lovers these notes are very act i heavy because i was crying through basically all of act ii

idk if brent like missed his standby cue or something but when brody sang “my brother could’ve been a football star” the lights came up on an empty table with the laundry basket just sitting there 😔 like rip darry i guess he became the very thing he despised

i don't ship chetsoda but for all you chetsoda shippers they had such a good interaction during tulsa 67 today while they were circling brody - they like walked up to each other and got all up in each other's faces

one (1) person gave awkward applause after jason took his shirt off

alex like slid on the gravel and wobbled and almost tripped on his entrance before GGAH which made the audience laugh

tilly started doing the griddy during the first few lines of GGAH 😭

remember when i talked about jpc and anna fake making out in ggah? tilly and jason also did it today so maybe it's just part of their tracks and i haven't been paying attention

henry steve might actually be my fav steve! i've seen him twice now & i love watching his little mannerisms on stage (also he was SO kind to me at the stage door <3 when i gave him the young cuba sticker i made for him he gave me a hug 🥹🥹)

henry steve is SO big brotherly with tilly ace! after ace's "you wish" he went and made a face at her and threw up his arms in a "what the hell" way like he was disappointed in her for flirting with soda LMAO

cannot express how much i LOVE alex dally's opt up on "i'll teach you everything you need to know on how to survive" - it just scratches my brain

when the rest of the gang entered during ritf brody gave the cutest little wave to brent

tilly was sitting between henrys legs on the car during ritf

henry is also the most "soda's best friend" steve i've seen. the two of them were messing around and like poking each other during the entirety of GGAH and during RITF it looked like they were gossiping to each other

before tilly left the stage during RITF jason swung her around in a circle by the waist and she giggled i kind of love them

paid a LOT of attention to alex dally after seeing sequoiia - he is so underrated. definitely a more mature dally who is in control of his emotions. you can tell alex dally has experienced a lot of loss in his life and johnny's death is the breaking point for him.

he was SO gentle with sky during the pre-drive in scene. like he was talking so softly to him. his "trust me, i know" - i FELT it.

chet and trip were lowkey giving brothers through the whole show and i kinda vibe with it. like they were chatting and messing around through the drive-in and during the second jumping scene they had their arms slung around each other

never noticed that in the background during ICTTYAN ace pulls on bev's dress which causes beef between two-bit and brill 😭 and it all happens in slow motion while pony and cherry are singing. it's so goofy

loving the new choice jason has been making lately pre RITF reprise - the aggressively flexing his arms toward pony after saying "no shit that's a soc girl"

during RITF reprise brent threw the bills a little too hard and they went basically offstage and sky helped jason pick them up

hailey's booth mic was ON during run run brother. i could hear every note she sang. i love her voice

alex dally was just as gentle & caring towards johnny during the pre-hopeless war hospital scene. and his tone switch on "i'll snap a soc's neck if i have to" was SCARY

during hopeless war while the greasers are on top of the car darry wraps soda's hand for him

post rumble curtis brothers hug was GOOD today. brody went straight to jason and brent ran to them and gathered them up in his arms :')

so sad this was my first & last time seeing the three of them together. i love seeing curtis bro cover combos but brent brody and jason are genuinely UNMATCHED

sky also missed his cue or something post rumble and when they brought out the hospital bed it was EMPTY and after lights were fully up on the bed sky came speedwalking out in his hospital gown and hopped up onto the table 😭

alex dally pre little brother - his "that's what you get" was SO soft and sad. he wasn't even rough when soda and steve tried to comfort him. he just kind of stepped away from their arms, which is a different interpretation i've never seen before. all the dallys i've seen (aramie, sequoiia, even alex last time i saw him) seem more angry and kind of whip around in that moment like they're going to fight steve and normally darry or someone else will get in between them but that didn't happen today

like he just seemed SO defeated. and his little brother was definitely more grieving than angry. his voice broke during "does anybody care?" and it was so devastating

ace hugging pony from behind during little brother, soda rocking him back and forth...i never get tired of watching it

brent comer man. i have NEVER seen him cry that hard during the table scene. his shoulders were visibly shaking and he was looking away from pony & soda and it genuinely broke my heart. like i managed to stop crying after stay gold ended but when i saw him sobbing at the table i started crying again

i'm gonna miss seeing this show so much guys :( the best way i could've spent my summer i'm so grateful for this cast and this show

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tour bev im actually in love with you it’s so so serious

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damn it dan

kevin keeping the show rolling just adds to this 👌

so this is what happens when bob throw paul the foot ball and… paul misses and it rolls into the first row.

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hai guys

just clearing out some drafts so a few (like two) fics are coming out (they’re already posted under this)

my requests still aren’t open and frankly i don’t know when they’ll reopen.

i’m kinda loosing my passion (whatever was left of it) of writing which is giving me major writers block, because i’m trying to prepare for the new school year and my last week of freedom.

i’ll be up and running, ready to take requests, soon. i don’t know when, but soon.

sincerely, dani.

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hey girl hey could i ask for readers bday x darry rom and x greaser platonic where she doesn’t really want to be celebrated but they do it anyways, small and them through and through and that night she thanks him as they’re falling asleep? totally not cause it’s my bday or anything 🤭💅

Author's Note: well yes!

A Quiet Celebration

Darrel Curtis x reader

greaser gang x reader (platonic)

"I don't want anything"

"It's just another day"

You had told yourself time and time again as your birthday grew closer. It shouldn't even be that big of a deal anyway. It was just another day to be selfish and make everything about yourself. It was just another excuse to ask for stuff you didn't even need.

"Hey, honey". A soft yet gruff voice cut through your thoughts, drawing you out of your daze. It was Darry. Your sweet and kind Darry.

"Your birthday's comin' up," He started, sitting down next to you on the worn out couch with a sigh.

"...Yeah, so?"

"So," Darry said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"What do you wanna do? We can do anythin' you want, just say the word and we'll do it".

He knew you didn't want to do anything, you had told him many times before. But he didn't listen, as always.

"You know I don't wanna do anything, I've told you multiple times already".

"I know-but don't you think thats a little silly?" He asked, his eyebrows raised slighty.

"Silly? Is it so wrong if I just want some peace and quiet for once? I don't wanna make a fuss outta somethin' stupid".

The tension in the air grew thicker-as if a dark secret had been revealed. And in a way it had. But before anything more could be said, the screen door slammed open and a colony of hurried footsteps ran through.

"Everybody move!- Mickey's on!"

"To hell with Mickey! That stuff's for babies-"

"No it ain't!"

"Will you two just shut it?"

"Jesus Christmas," Darry mumbled, running a hand through his hair as his headache from earlier seemed to return as the gang came running through.

"I heard somebody's birthday is comin' up!" Ace shouted as she ran through the door last, a giant grin on her face as she practically threw herself next to you on the couch.

"Hi Acey". You mumbled, a sad smile appearing on your face as she rested her head on your shoulder.

"What are we doin' for your special day?' Soda asked as him and Steve settled in the kitchen with the deck of cards, Two-Bit, Ponyboy and Johnny on the floor in front of the couch, eyes glued to the TV, and Dallas on the porch smoking a cigarette.

"We're workin' on it-"

"Nothing" You and Darry said at the same time, which caused confused looks from Ace and Soda. It was silent for a few moments, aside from the cartoon playing on the TV. Then, Darry spoke.

"We're tryin' to figure it out".

A few days went by, a blur of overbearing thoughts and the urge to run away.

Then, it was your birthday.

For anybody else, it would've been exciting.

Wondering what presents your friends and family got you. The cake and all the decorations.

For some people live for their birthdays-it's always the highlight of the year. Another year of survival in this hell of a world.

But that was for some people.

Not for you.

You awoke to the feeling of a gentle hand on your waist, shaking you gently as the sun slowly began to spill through the curtain.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart". Darry's sleepy voice said softly as you blinked the sleep away.

"Dar-" You started, already getting ready to give him the 'I don't want it' speech, but it already seemed that he was ahead of you.

"I know you don't wanna celebrate your birthday, but just here me out for a sec," He said softly as he helped you sit up, before turning to his beside table and opening the drawer.

"I've been saving up for this for a while- and before you start yelling and hittin' me and whatever nonsense- I really wanted you to have somethin' special, alright baby? Just bear with me here". Darry said as he pulled your right hand closer to him and slipped on a dainty, but beautiful ring on your right ring finger.

A promise ring.

"Darry!" You gasped, looking down at the ring on your finger, tears already daring to spill.

"I know you don't wanna make a fuss outta anythin', but I believe that everyone deserves to be celebrated, even if it's just a little celebration..okay?"

"...okay".

The day went on as usual. Except for the small uneven cake made by Ace and Ponyboy.

The different color balloons blown by Two-Bit.

The 'Happy Birthday!' banner that was two seconds away from falling made by Steve and Soda.

And a birthday card stolen by Johnny and Dallas.

And despite all the times you resisted on celebrating, you're glad Darry and the others didn't listen.

A strange warmth filled your heart and tummy, and you couldn't help but let out a small and genuine small as you stared at all the things waiting for you.

later that night...

It was late, your birthday had been perfect. The best one you had ever had.

You laid with Darry on the bed, bare chests pressed together as the moonlight spilled from the curtains and bathed you both.

It was so gentle and intimate, yet the perfect way to say goodnight.

The crickets outside played a soft melody, slowly lulling you and Darry to sleep. But you couldn't let him go to sleep just yet.

"....hey Dar?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you, for today. Thanks you for not listen' to me. I really loved today".

It was quiet for a moment, a gentle and sweet kind of quiet.

With a large hand splayed on your tummy, Darrel turned you over to face him, pulled you closer till his knee was lotted in between your legs-and kissed you.

It wasn't rushed or hot and heavy.

It was passionate-and intimate. Gentle and slow. Just like how Darry wanted it to feel.

He pulled away, his eyes filled with love as he sleepily spoke.

"You're welcome. Thank you for letting me and the gang celebrate you, honey".

That night, as the moon rose higher and the stars burned brighter, you went to bed feeling like the most loved person in the whole world.

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Author's Note: happy late birthday!!!

taglist: @itonlyhastobetruetoday

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can we possibly please have some JPC!soda x neutral reader?? where it’s kind of a lazy hour in bed at the curtis house vibe- either the reader slept over or it like nap time after work? preferably with some cuddling, hair play, and/or back rubs?? (i think for all the ones soda dishes out he should get one for himself!) thank you!!

Author's Note: yes ofc anon! I love this request

Gentle Morning

JPC!Sodapop Curtis x gn!reader

The sun was spilling in through the threadbare curtains, painting stripes across the tangled mess of limbs and blankets that was you and Sodapop Curtis.

He had you pulled against his chest, your back pressed to his front, one of his arms lazily draped around your waist. His nose was tucked into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning slow and steady across your skin. Somewhere between a dream and real life, you heard the faint whir of the box fan in the hallway and the occasional creak of a floorboard as Pony padded around the house—probably in search of cereal or a clean shirt.

But neither of you moved.

Soda let out a little hum against your shoulder, nuzzling in closer. “You smell like my sheets,” he said, voice gravel-thick and still sticky with sleep.

“You smell like sleep and sun,” you mumbled back, smiling to yourself.

“M’favorite combo.” He kissed your shoulder, lazy and warm. “You comfy?”

You nodded, reaching back to stroke your fingers through his messy hair—still soft, even though he’d passed out before bothering with a shower. “Yeah. You?”

He only answered with a little whine and pressed a kiss to your jaw, his hand drawing lazy shapes over your belly.

“I like when you stay over,” he murmured after a beat. “I sleep better.”

“You drool on the pillow.”

“You talk in your sleep.”

You turned your head to glance back at him. “Do not.”

“You do,” he grinned, shifting to press his forehead against your temple. “Said somethin’ about riding a horse made of pancakes.”

You groaned and buried your face in his arm, “You’re lying.”

“Swear on my hair,” he said solemnly, which made you snort.

Then his tone turned softer, almost bashful: “Hey… turn around.”

You rolled slowly in his arms to face him, curling in close, letting your hand come up to brush the tangled hair from his forehead. He looked so pretty in the morning light—eyes still heavy with sleep, a little pink across his cheeks, the corners of his lips upturned like he was constantly caught in a dream.

“Lemme love on you a little,” you whispered. “You always do all the work.”

He blinked slowly, then melted. “You don’t gotta, sweetheart…”

“I want to,” you said, fingers already drifting to the back of his neck, nails tracing lightly under his hair. “You give the best back rubs. Least I can do.”

So he turned, lying on his stomach with a soft sigh. You straddled his hips gently, not too heavy, and pressed your hands to the broad stretch of his back. Sodapop Curtis, golden boy, always full of life and laughter—but he carried more tension than he let on.

You worked your hands in slow, thoughtful motions—over his shoulders, down the length of his spine, right to the base where he always seemed to get sore from standing too long at the gas station. You heard him sigh, long and low, almost a purr.

“Y’don’t have to be good at this,” he mumbled into the pillow. “Just you touchin’ me like this is enough.”

“Don’t say stuff like that or I’ll marry you on the spot.”

“Good,” he said. “Long as I don’t gotta wear a tie.”

You smiled and leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You’re perfect.”

“No, you are,” he yawned.

You both drifted after that—sun-warm and tangled up again, your hand lazily petting through his hair as his breathing slowed beneath you. No rush, no place to be. Just the soft weight of love pressed between your ribs and the boy who never asked for much finally letting himself be held.

And Soda? He didn’t dream about horses made of pancakes that time. He dreamed about you.

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Author's Note: hai

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thanks for the tags aubrey!

something random about me is that i hate cate hair (i have two cats)

tags: @greaserdreams

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