#Dallas winston x reader

[softfem-dom]

dare I say, in the following order: ragdoll cat! bob sheldon german shepherd! darry curtis cane corso! tim shepard belgian malinois! steve randle golden retriever! sodapop curtis border collie! two-bit matthews groenlanden belgian sheepdog! johnny cade wolf-dog! dallas winston greyhound! ponyboy curtis abyssinian cat! randy anderson

so many ways a character can be dog-coded. stray following someone home and begging for scraps. old and needs to be put out of its misery. attack dog. guard dog. lap dog. puppy that pees on the carpet from excitement. shelter dog just happy to finally have feet to curl up on. unsocialized that bites anyone trying to show kindness. silly goofy puddle monster. obedient until the leash comes off

[r0seb100d]

♱ . ݁₊ You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world ♱ . ݁₊

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

The outsiders boys with a waitress reader🫶🏻

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Darrell Curtis

Darry first meets you at the diner when he’s out grabbing a quick bite after a long shift at the roofing job. He’s exhausted, but the moment you walk up to his table with a warm smile and a cup of coffee, he feels his stress melt away just a little.

You’re the kind of waitress who knows how to brighten someone’s day quick with a joke, attentive without being overbearing, and always making sure Darry’s coffee cup stays full. At first, he thinks you’re just being polite, but when you start asking about his day and remembering his regular order, he starts to wonder if you might be doing it just for him.

He’d definitely take his time working up the nerve to flirt with you. Darry’s not as smooth as Soda or Pony might tease him to be, so his compliments are a bit shy and awkward. “You, uh, work a lot, don’t you? Must take a lot of patience to deal with everyone here all day.” When you laugh and say you don’t mind it, he relaxes a little, but his ears turn red when you tease him right back.

The boys at home notice Darry making more “diner runs” than usual. Soda gives him a hard time, saying he’s not fooling anyone. “Admit it, Darry, you’re not going for the coffee.” Darry grumbles and tells Soda to drop it, but everyone knows exactly why he’s suddenly craving burgers so often.

When he finally asks you out, it’s the most endearing thing. He tries to catch you on a slow night at the diner, waiting until your shift is about to end. “I, uh, was wondering if you’d maybe want to get some coffee sometime… not here, though. Somewhere nice.” His voice is a little rough with nerves, but the hopeful look in his eyes is impossible to say no to.

Once you start dating, Darry becomes your biggest cheerleader. He knows how hard you work and is constantly in awe of how you juggle everything so gracefully. He makes a point to stop by the diner after work just to see you, always leaving a generous tip even if you insist it’s not necessary.

On days when your shifts are particularly tough, Darry surprises you by cooking dinner at his place (which the boys usually devour, but he always saves a plate for you). He’s not great with words, but his actions speak volumes—he’ll rub your sore shoulders, listen to you vent about rude customers, and tell you how much he admires your dedication.

Darry’s naturally protective, and it shows when he sees anyone giving you a hard time at work. If a customer is rude or steps out of line, he won’t make a scene, but the sharp look he gives them is enough to send them packing.

Over time, you become a part of the Curtis family dynamic, much to Soda and Ponyboy’s delight. They tease Darry about being smitten with you, but they genuinely adore having you around. You fit into their world so perfectly that it feels like you were meant to be there all along.

Sodapop Curtis

The first time Sodapop walks into the diner, you’re immediately struck by his charm. He’s all bright smiles, golden hair, and warm energy that lights up the whole place. He’s the kind of guy who calls you “ma’am” with a wink when he orders a milkshake, and you can’t help but blush even though he’s being playful.

Soda’s a regular almost instantly. It’s not because of the food (though he’ll claim it’s the “best in town” just to make you smile). He loves sitting at the counter, chatting with you between your other tables. You notice how he has a knack for making everyone in the diner laugh, even the crankiest of customers.

He flirts with you constantly but in the sweetest way. He’ll ask for extra napkins, and when you bring them over, he grins and says, “Thanks, doll. You’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” When you roll your eyes, he just laughs that carefree Soda laugh, and suddenly, you’re looking forward to his visits.

One day, when he sees how tired you are, he doesn’t hesitate to jump in and help. Soda grabs a tray and starts bussing tables, much to your embarrassment. “What? I’m just lending a hand,” he says with a cheeky grin. The other customers love it, but your boss is less amused. “If I get fired, you’re paying my bills, Curtis!” you tease, but you can’t stay mad when he promises to make it up to you.

It doesn’t take long for him to ask you out. Soda’s not the type to beat around the bush. One evening, as you’re wiping down the counter, he leans over and says, “So, how about we make this official? Dinner, dancing, the whole works? I’ll even let you pick the spot.” He’s so confident yet so genuine that there’s no way you can say no.

Dating Soda feels like an adventure. He’s always coming up with fun dates whether it’s going to drive-ins, walking around the park, or surprising you with spontaneous milkshake runs. He has a way of making the simplest moments feel special.

He’s also incredibly supportive of your job. He’s the guy who brings you lunch during your shifts, insists you sit down for a minute to eat, and leaves little notes tucked into the napkins, like, “You’re doing great, gorgeous.”

Soda can’t stand seeing you upset. If a rude customer gives you a hard time, he’s the first to cheer you up. He’ll pull goofy faces, crack jokes, and promise to take you out after work so you can forget all about it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back, darlin’. Always.”

He’s so proud of you and tells everyone how hard you work. The gang hears all about you at home, and Darry has to remind Soda to give you some space. “She’s busy, Soda, you can’t live at the diner.” But Ponyboy secretly thinks it’s cute how smitten Soda is.

When you’re overwhelmed, Soda knows exactly what to do to help you unwind. He’ll show up at your place with flowers and your favorite candy or drag you out to dance under the stars because “life’s too short not to have a little fun.”

You quickly become a part of Soda’s world, and the Curtis house starts to feel like home. Soda is always telling you how much he adores you, how you’re the “sweetest thing to ever happen to me,” and how he can’t wait to see what the future holds.

Ponyboy Curtis

Ponyboy first notices you at the diner during one of his solo study sessions. He likes the quiet corner booth, away from the chaos, where he can read or write in peace. But then you show up, all warm smiles and a soft voice as you ask if he needs anything, and suddenly, his focus is completely shot.

You’re kind and patient with him, even when he stumbles over his words while ordering. He’s not used to being around someone so effortlessly sweet, and it flusters him. But he’s also a little intrigued when he notices you sneaking glances at the book he brought with him.

Over time, Ponyboy becomes a regular at the diner not because he’s particularly hungry, but because he loves seeing you. He’ll sit in your section every time, and you always make a point to chat with him for a few moments, asking about his books or his day.

The two of you bond over a shared love of literature. One day, he shyly offers you a recommendation: “You should read Gone with the Wind. It’s… uh, it’s one of my favorites.” You take his advice, and the next time you see him, you let him know what you thought. Pony’s practically glowing when you gush about it, thrilled that someone finally gets his love for stories.

Pony isn’t the boldest when it comes to flirting, so he shows his feelings in subtle ways. He would tell Dallas to lay off or scribble a quick “thanks for the great service!” on a napkin, hoping you’ll notice. When he finally works up the nerve to ask you out, it’s adorably awkward. “I, um… I was wondering if maybe you’d want go check out this movie or something?” His cheeks turn bright red, but his earnestness makes it impossible for you to say no.

Dating Ponyboy is sweet and innocent, full of quiet moments and deep conversations. He loves taking you to places that inspire him, like the park or the movies, and he’s always eager to share his thoughts and hear yours.

He’s incredibly thoughtful, often bringing you little gifts like a pressed flower he found on a walk or a poem he wrote about how much you mean to him. He never expects anything in return, he just loves making you smile.

Ponyboy’s protective side comes out when he sees anyone being rude to you at the diner. He’s not one for confrontation, but he’ll give a disapproving look or step in if things escalate. “She doesn’t deserve that,” he’ll say firmly, standing his ground.

When you have a tough shift, Ponyboy is the first to notice. He’ll offer to walk you home, carrying your bag and listening as you vent. “You don’t have to keep it all bottled up,” he’ll remind you softly. “I’m here for you.”

The Curtis brothers adore you, and Soda can’t help but tease Ponyboy about how smitten he is. “Man, you’re practically floating every time you get back from the diner,” Soda jokes, but Pony doesn’t mind. He knows he’s lucky to have you.

Being with Ponyboy feels like finding a safe haven. He’s gentle, genuine, and so full of love, and he makes sure you know how special you are to him every single day.

Johnny Cade

Johnny first meets you when he stumbles into the diner late at night, looking for a place to escape the cold. He’s hesitant and nervous, sitting in the corner booth where he can avoid drawing attention. You notice how out of place he seems, so you greet him kindly, making sure to give him the warmest smile you can.

He’s shy at first, barely meeting your gaze when you ask what he wants. “Just a water,” he mutters quietly. But you can tell he hasn’t eaten much, so you bring him a plate of fries “on the house,” claiming there was an extra order. He thanks you so softly you almost don’t hear it, but the look of gratitude in his eyes stays with you.

After that, Johnny becomes a regular. He doesn’t talk much at first, but he always sits in your section. You’re patient with him, never pushing for conversation, and he starts to relax around you. Over time, you notice he opens up little by little, sharing small pieces of himself like how he loves the quiet of late nights or how he’s been reading more lately.

You quickly realize how kindhearted Johnny is. He always says “please” and “thank you,” even when he’s struggling. If he sees you having a rough shift, he’ll try to help in his own quiet way picking up a fallen napkin or murmuring, “You’re doing a good job.” It’s small, but it warms your heart.

It takes a lot for Johnny to work up the courage to ask you out. He’s convinced you’re way out of his league, but after a pep talk from Ponyboy and twobit, he finally gives it a shot. One night, as you’re refilling his coffee, he shyly stammers, “Would… would you want to maybe go to the park with me sometime? Or the drive in? I mean, only if you’re not busy…” His voice is so soft you almost miss it, but when you say yes, his whole face lights up.

Dating Johnny is sweet and understated. He’s not flashy or loud, but he shows his love in thoughtful ways. He’ll bring you little trinkets he finds like a smooth stone or a pretty leaf he thought you’d like or offer to walk you home after a late shift, even if it’s out of his way.

Johnny’s incredibly protective of you. He may not be the biggest or toughest, but if someone’s rude to you at the diner, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. “Hey, she doesn’t want any problems” he’ll say firmly, his voice steady despite his nerves.

Even when his buddy Dallas try’s coming to see who has his heart. Johnny is brave if enough to let him know she’s off limits and not to give her a hard time.

He’s a great listener. After a long day, you know you can vent to Johnny, and he’ll give you his full attention, nodding along and offering quiet words of support. “You’re the hardest-working person I know,” he tells you one night, his voice filled with admiration.

The gang teases Johnny when they find out about you, but they’re genuinely happy to see him so content. Ponyboy, especially, loves watching Johnny smile more, and Dallas always tries to hype him up by saying, “Johnnycakes landed the prettiest girl in town!”

You help Johnny see his worth. You remind him that he’s kind, loyal, and so much stronger than he thinks. Over time, he becomes more confident, knowing he has someone in his corner who truly believes in him.

Being with Johnny is like finding a quiet moment of peace in a chaotic world. He’s gentle, loving, and endlessly devoted, and he makes you feel cherished in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Dallas Winston

Dallas first meets you when he saunters into the diner late at night, cigarette dangling from his lips and that infamous smirk on his face. He doesn’t bother looking at the menu, just leans back in the booth and orders, “Coffee. Black. And make it strong.” When you snipe back that he could use some manners, he’s instantly intrigued.

Dally loves to flirt shamelessly with you, even from the very first meeting. “You got a name, sweetheart, or should I just call you gorgeous?” he quips with a wink. You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips, and he catches it immediately. “Ah, there it is. I knew I’d crack you.”

He starts showing up more often, always sitting in your section and making sure to get your attention. Whether it’s a cocky comment, a teasing remark, or something surprisingly sweet, Dally loves seeing you flustered. He’s a master at pushing your buttons just enough to make you laugh.

Dally’s bold when it comes to asking you out. One night, after you finish your shift, he’s leaning against the diner’s doorframe, waiting for you. “Let me take you out, doll. I promise, you won’t regret it.” His confidence is impossible to ignore, and while you know he’s trouble, there’s something about him you can’t resist.

Dating Dally is nothing short of an adventure. He’s spontaneous and unpredictable, always dragging you along for some wild escapade. Midnight drives, sneaking into movies, and trips to other towns become the norm. Life with Dally is fast paced, but he always makes sure you’re having the time of your life.

Despite his tough guy exterior, Dally has a soft spot for you. He’d never admit it out loud, but he genuinely cares about your well being. If you’re working too hard or looking exhausted, he’ll tell you to sit down and let him handle things even if that just means stealing a plate of fries from the kitchen to cheer you up.

Dally is fiercely protective of you. If anyone gives you a hard time at the diner, he’s quick to step in, no matter how messy things might get. “You got a problem with her? Then you got a problem with me,” he growls, his icy glare enough to send anyone running.

He loves showing you off to the gang, bragging about how lucky he is to have you. “Ain’t she something?” he’ll say, throwing an arm around you as if daring anyone to disagree. The guys tease him relentlessly for how soft he gets around you, but he doesn’t care.

He’s the type of guy who is going to give you a hard time. He’ll smack your butt when you walk by, pull you into the seat while he gives you your order, leans over the counter and gropes you when making coffee. If anyone else tried that? They’d be better off dead.

Dally’s softer side really shines when the two of you are alone. He’ll tell you things he’s never told anyone, like how he grew up in New York or how much he never misses his old friends because of the way they where. He trusts you in a way he doesn’t trust anyone else, and that vulnerability only deepens your bond.

He’s not great with words, but Dally shows his love through his actions. Whether it’s leaving you little notes, sneaking you out for a surprise date, or showing up at the diner just to see your smile, he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Being with Dally isn’t always easy he’s stubborn, hot-headed, and reckless but he loves you with everything he’s got. You bring out the best in him, reminding him that he’s capable of being more than just a troublemaker. With you, he feels like he’s finally found something worth holding onto.

Steve Randle

Steve first notices you during one of his lunch breaks when he and Soda drop by the diner for burgers and milkshakes. You’re their waitress, and when you ask for their order, Steve immediately starts with the smooth talking: “I’ll take whatever you recommend, doll. As long as it comes with a smile like that.” Soda groans at how cheesy Steve is, but you smirk, firing back just as playfully. Steve’s instantly hooked.

He becomes a regular almost overnight, dragging Soda along just to have an excuse to see you. Every time you show up at their table, Steve’s quick with a joke or a compliment. “You must get tired of running around here all day, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while with the best tip you’ve ever seen.” Soda, of course, rolls his eyes every time.

Steve is confident, but you know how to keep him on his toes. When he teases you, you tease him right back, and he loves it. He’s used to being the one in control, but something about the way you laugh at his antics makes him stumble over his words just a little.

He flirts so much that Soda bets he’ll never actually work up the nerve to ask you out. Steve takes it as a challenge, and one night, when you’re wiping down their table, he casually leans forward and says, “So, what time do you get off work? I figure you’ve been serving me burgers all week it’s about time I take you out for one.”

Dating Steve is a whirlwind of fun and excitement. He’s always looking for ways to make you laugh, whether it’s cracking jokes, pulling goofy faces, or challenging you to silly bets. He swears he’ll win every time, but somehow you always manage to come out on top.

Steve’s naturally competitive, so he loves finding little games to play with you. Whether it’s seeing who can finish their milkshake first or racing you down the street, he thrives on that playful energy you bring out in him.

He’s also a total gearhead, so expect a lot of dates involving cars. He’ll take you for joyrides in the shop’s best rebuilds or teach you how to work on an engine. “You’re not just a pretty face, you know,” he’ll say, handing you a wrench with a wink. “Bet you’ll be fixing cars better than me in no time.”

Steve is the type of boyfriend who would wanna make out session in the car he is working on. Sometimes when a client comes back for their car they see you on his lap with a heated make out session.

The Curtis gang absolutely loves having you around. You and Soda gang up on Steve constantly, teasing him about his wild ideas or his overconfidence. He pretends to hate it, but secretly, he loves seeing you get along so well with his best friend.

Steve almost punched Ponyboy because he was looking at you for more than 0.001 seconds.

Steve’s not just fun and games, though. When you have a bad day, he’s there to cheer you up, offering to take you out or just listen while you vent. He’s surprisingly good at knowing when to joke and when to just be there for you. “Hey, you don’t gotta do it all alone, alright? I’m here.”

He shows his love through grand gestures and small, thoughtful moments. He’ll leave little notes under your car windshield, show up with your favorite snack after work, or surprise you with a night out at the drive-in. Steve has a way of making every day feel like an adventure.

He always makes sure your car is up to date. When you’re at work, he won’t even ask you. He would just take your car for an oil change.

With Steve, life is never boring. He keeps you laughing, challenges you to be your best, and makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

Two-bit Mathews

Two-Bit meets you when he and the gang come into the diner for some burgers after a long day. He spots you right away, and before you even make it to their table, he’s already cracking jokes. “Well, would ya look at that? The prettiest girl in town is serving us tonight. Lucky us, huh, boys?” You laugh, but the gang groans this is classic Two-Bit.

He’s immediately smitten and starts finding any excuse to keep you at the table longer. “Now, what’s the best thing on the menu? And don’t just say everything you gotta be honest with me, sweetheart.” He’ll keep the banter going until you’re smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Two-Bit becomes a regular at the diner, showing up at all hours just to see you. Sometimes he brings the gang, but more often than not, it’s just him, sitting at the counter with his trademark grin. “Don’t tell me you’re happy to see me, doll I might get a big head.”

He loves to tease you, but it’s never mean spirited. If you’re having a bad day, he can tell right away, and his jokes get even sillier just to cheer you up. “What do you call a waitress who’s also a ray of sunshine? You. You call her you.” His goofy humor is impossible to resist, and you find yourself laughing even when you don’t want to.

Two-Bit finally works up the nerve to ask you out after weeks of flirting. He does it in the most Two-Bit way possible, sliding a napkin across the counter with a messy scrawl: “How about dinner with me? I promise to keep the jokes to a minimum. (Maybe.) Yes or no?” You circle yes and watch him nearly fall off his stool in excitement.

Dating Two-Bit is a nonstop laugh fest. He takes you to the movies, sneaks you into drive ins, and always has some wild scheme to keep things interesting. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Stick with me, and you’ll never have a dull day.”

He loves spoiling you in his own way. It might not be fancy, but it’s always thoughtful like showing up at the diner with your favorite candy or winning you a stuffed animal at the arcade. He’s the kind of guy who’ll go out of his way to make you feel special.

Two-Bit is fiercely loyal and protective. If anyone gives you trouble at ALL, he’s quick to step in with his signature charm (and maybe a little intimidation if necessary). “Hey, pal, you got a problem? ‘Cause I got about a hundred reasons why you should walk away right now.”

The gang adores you, mostly because Two-Bit can’t stop talking about you. “Did you know she can carry, like, six plates at once? She’s amazing,” he’ll brag, and everyone just rolls their eyes because they’ve heard it a million times.

Two-Bit loves to surprise you with little gifts and notes. He’ll leave things like a comic book he thinks you’d enjoy or a silly doodle of the two of you. One day, you find a note tucked into your apron pocket that says, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to this diner (and me).”

Beneath all the jokes and laughter, Two-Bit is incredibly sweet and caring. He notices the little things about you how you like your coffee, the way you hum when you’re wiping down tables, or how your face lights up when you talk about something you love.

With Two-Bit, life feels like one big adventure. He makes you laugh, reminds you to take things less seriously, and loves you with every bit of his big, goofy heart.

Tim Shepard

Tim first meets you when he stops by the diner late at night after a rumble. He’s nursing a split lip and a bruised jaw, but he’s acting like it’s nothing. You approach his table, not intimidated by the rough exterior. “Rough night?” you ask, and instead of brushing you off, he smirks. “You could say that.”

You’re not the type to shy away from trouble, and Tim likes that about you right away. You bring him coffee without him asking, and when you slide a plate of fries onto the table, you just shrug and say, “You look like you could use it.” That no nonsense attitude intrigues him.

Tim keeps coming back to the diner, always at odd hours. He never says much at first, just orders coffee and watches you work. But over time, he starts to open up, throwing in the occasional comment or teasing remark. He likes how sharp you are you don’t take any of his attitude, and he respects that.

One night, after you catch him eyeing you for the hundredth time, you finally call him out. “You gonna sit there staring all night, or you gonna say something?” He chuckles, leaning back in his seat. “Alright, I’ll bite. What time do you get off? Maybe I’ll take you somewhere better than this dump.”

Dating Tim is intense, but in the best way. He’s not big on grand romantic gestures, but he makes sure you know he’s serious about you. He’ll show up at the diner to walk you home after a late shift, leaning against the wall outside with a cigarette between his fingers, looking like trouble and waiting just for you.

Tim is fiercely protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’s quick to step in. “You got a problem?” he’ll ask, his tone low and dangerous. Most people back off immediately it’s clear he doesn’t mess around.

He’s a man of few words, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll fix things for you without being asked, like the busted lock on your apartment door or the squeaky hinge on your car. “Can’t have you living like that,” he’ll mutter, brushing it off like it’s no big deal.

Tim isn’t one to show his softer side often, but you get glimpses of it when you’re alone together. He’ll let his guard down just enough to tell you about his rough childhood or his loyalty to his gang. “They’re all I’ve got,” he admits one night. “But you… you’re different.”

The Shepard gang takes to you right away. They’re used to tough girls hanging around, but you’re something else entirely strong enough to handle Tim’s intensity but kind enough to balance him out. They tease him about how soft he gets around you, but they’re secretly glad you’re in his life.

Curly secretly has the biggest crush on you. He would never flirt with you or anything but he wishes he would have had you instead. He wouldn’t change it though, even though he hates to admit it his brother really does love you.

Tim doesn’t do traditional romance, but he surprises you with little things that mean a lot. He’ll leave a single flower on your doorstep or show up at the diner with your favorite snack. He’s not great with words, but his actions always make you feel special.

He admires your strength and independence. You work hard, and Tim respects that more than anything. “You don’t let anyone walk all over you,” he says one night, his voice full of admiration. “That’s why I like you. You’re tough, like me.”

Tim’s not the easiest guy to love he’s stubborn, intense, and always ready for.

Curly Shepard

Curly first meets you when he and some of the Shepard gang stop by the diner after causing trouble around town. He’s loud, cocky, and full of energy, tossing out jokes and harassing his friends. When you come over to take their order, he leans back in the booth with a smirk and says, “I’ll take a burger, fries, and your number. What do you say, doll?”

You don’t fall for his charm right away, which only makes him try harder. When you roll your eyes and mutter something about boys like him being all talk, he grins even wider. “Oh, I like you,” he says, completely unbothered. “You got fire. I can work with that.”

Curly becomes a regular at the diner, dragging his friends along even when they complain about it. “C’mon, man, the food’s good, and my favorite waitress is there.” he says, unapologetic. Every time you see him walk in, you prepare yourself for the chaos that follows.

His flirting is relentless but oddly endearing. He’ll scribble ridiculous doodles on napkins and leave them at the table, like a stick-figure version of himself with a speech bubble that says, “Call me.” When you roll your eyes and toss it in the trash, he just laughs.

Despite his cocky exterior, Curly’s got a soft spot for you. If you’re having a bad day, he notices immediately. “Hey, what’s with the long face?” he’ll ask, his tone unusually sincere. “Who do I gotta rough up to fix it?” You tell him it’s nothing, but he makes it his mission to cheer you up anyway.

Curly doesn’t hesitate to pick fights with anyone who disrespects you. If a customer gives you a hard time, he’s on his feet in seconds, fists clenched and ready. “You better watch your mouth, pal, or you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor.”

When he finally asks you out, it’s not exactly romantic it’s bold and straightforward, just like him. “So, what time do you get off? I figured it’s about time you let me take you out. You know you can’t resist me forever.”

Dating Curly is wild, unpredictable, and full of excitement. He loves taking you on late night adventures, from sneaking into drive ins to racing his friends on backroads. “Hold on, babe,” he’ll say with a grin as he revs up his car. “Let’s see if I can make your heart race.”

Curly will have heated make out sessions in public. He doesn’t care. So you’ll be taking his order and he pulls you down to start making out. If anyone complains, curly gives the the most deadly stare.

Curly shows his affection through actions more than words. He’ll bring you random little gifts, like a candy bar he stole or a flower he picked off someone’s lawn. “I saw it, and it made me think of you,” he’ll say, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

Tim teases Curly relentlessly about you, saying things like, “Didn’t know you had it in you to be sweet, Curly. You getting soft on us?” Curly always snaps back, but you can tell he doesn’t really mind.

Curly is proud to have you by his side and makes sure everyone knows it. He’ll drape an arm around your shoulders in public, shoot glares at anyone who looks at you for too long, and constantly call you “his girl.”

Beneath all his bravado, Curly has a vulnerable side that he only shows you. When he talks about his rough upbringing or his struggles with living in his brother’s shadow, you see a depth to him that most people don’t get to witness.

He’s fiercely loyal and would do anything to protect you. If anyone hurts or upsets you, it’s not a question of if Curly will get even it’s when. He takes care of his own, and you’re no exception.

Being with Curly is a wild ride, but it’s never boring. He keeps you on your toes, makes you laugh with his ridiculous antics, and loves you with the kind of reckless intensity that only a Shepard could.

[callme-holly]

hey!! you should do some readerXcurly hcs! absolutely no pressure at all, i hope you’re not swamped with requests rn as i really don’t wanna overwhelm you😭💗 your work is amazing and ty for all that you do, thank you lovely💗💗

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a/n: might be a little slow y'all. just a heads up !!!

Dating Curly comes with a lot of chaos, and you need to be able to keep up with him at all times. He’s impulsive, very headstrong, and doesn’t tend to think before he acts, which can lead to him getting into trouble more than you’d like. 

He loves dragging you along with him wherever he goes, and sometimes having you there with him is just enough to make him behave a little more than usual, but he’s still no angel. 

He tries to act tough in front of everyone, putting on a big guy act, especially around Tim’s gang, but deep down he’s a little softer than he’d ever admit. It’s only ever you who gets to see this side of him, especially if he’s tired, but if you were to ever point it out, his walls would go back up immediately.

He’s incredibly protective over you. If anyone even glances at you the wrong way, he’s getting snappy and making comments until they back off. If it comes to it, he will fight someone to defend your honour despite your protests. 

He loves to tease you, and it very quickly becomes a key point in your relationship. He’ll call you random little nicknames, poke harmless fun at you, mimic you... you name it, he does it. However, if you ever tease him back, he’ll sulk and pout until you apologise. He’s just petty like that.

He isn’t the best at expressing himself, but he’ll show you how much he cares about you in his own ways, holding your hand secretly, giving you quick, shy kisses, and randomly hugging you from behind. 

He can get very jealous sometimes, and he is not at all shy about showing it. If he noticies someone getting even a little too close to you, he’s very quickly stepping, making loud comments to make it clear who you belong to. 

Most of your dates will probably happen at night when he drags you out to the notices or on late-night walks around town. He loves sitting on rooftops and talking with you for hours or laying in the lot with you.

He isn’t a huge fan of PDA; he thinks it makes him look soft. He might occasionally hold your hand or give you a quick kiss, but don't expect much more. In private, however, he’s a lot more affectionate. He’s a big cuddler, so expect him to be hanging off of you a whole bunch.

PLEASE PLAY WITH HIS HAIR!!!!!

Curly has a very short temper, so arguments aren’t rare between you both. However, when they do happen, they’re never serious, and you tend to make-up pretty quickly. He’ll always make up some lame apology, giving you a small sheepish smile thats almost impossible to be mad about

Once Curly opens up to you and lets you into his life, you’re pretty much stuck with him. He’s incredibly loyal to you and cares about you a whole lot. He might be reckless, but you will always secretly come first.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

HAI >_<

could you do one with the gang where reader had parents with a scary, but kind reputation? like they were known to be kind but can be very brutal/cold-hearted when approached wrong?

THANK U I LOVE UR WRITITNG

- 🦭 (idk if this empji is taken)

Summary: The gang w a reader with reputable parents

Warnings: nonne

Authors note: welcome to the clerb 🦭 <3

PONYBOY CURTIS tries to steer clear of you at first because he's under the impression that your parents are tough and radical. He met you without knowing who you are and later discovered that the sweet thing he talked to was actually the daughter of Tulsa's own "mob" family (of course, that is just a rumor). He loved your family now. He's sometimes shocked when he reminds himself that your parents are the toughest in Tulsa, and now they're making spaghetti for his dinner.

JOHNNY CADE hates intimidating people. The only reason he's friends with Dally is because he was introduced to him through the gang. Otherwise, they might have never interacted. He doesn't want anything to do with your family. He has enough parental problems to not want to involve himself. Except for the fact you're the cutest person he's seen in a long time, and he secretly heads over heels. He tries to get along with your parents, but the trauma from his own makes it hard. Your parents, however, are very patient with him.

SODAPOP CURTIS has no problems with your family, and he's not eager to start one. He recognizes their intimidating personalities and just tries his vest not to get in trouble around them. He's hesitant to date you at first because he's afraid of your dad, but you convince them to talk, and now they get along like father and son. Your mother thinks of him the same way, too.

STEVE RANDLE is generally out of the loop when it comes to social hierarchies in Tulsa. He doesn't know about your families affluence, but he thinks you're a sweet girl, so he's made multiple crude attempts at picking you up. It wasn't until Soda smacked him upside the head and explained your family to him that he actually pursued you correctly, out of both respect and fear.

TWO BIT generally doesn't care about the social status of others. He finds that as long as he doesn't bother them and they don't bother him, it's a win-win for both! It wasn't until you started appearing near a place that he went to a lot that he started to swerve away from the norm. He's extremely nervous meeting your parents. He doesn't want it to fail miserably and be banned from seeing you. His nerves help him, and your mother thinks it's cute that he's all jittery and your father finds it respectable. Your family loved him!

DARRY CURTIS is not super intimidated by your parents. He figures they have no need to meddle with him, so he doesn't find them alarming. However, as soon as you start daring, he whips himself into shape. He's very meticulous in planning his lifestyle around a way that your parents wouldn't mind you eventually marrying into. It's hard, especially at first, because of their class, but he gets there with your support. Your parents think he's a great man and a solid future for you, even if you won't be the wealthiest.

DALLAS WINSTON doesn't give two shits about your parents' influence. In his head, he's got twice the amount of influence, and he even acts a little cocky in front of them. Nonetheless, your parents believed in your ability to choose who you wanted to date, and you slowly introduced Dallas to their more intimidating side. He stopped acting cocky around them after that.

[ddejavvu]

can you write something about how the gang handles a really emotional Curtis sister... Like she literally doesn't even know why shes crying most of the time she just is. She is literally me

send me requests for the outsiders!

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At Dallas's groan, "Ah, here come the fuckin' waterworks again," all eyes are on you. You'd been hoping to fly under the radar, but now that seven pairs of eyes are staring at you, your tears escape hot and free down your cheeks.

"It's- I'm fine!" You insist, voice thick and choppy as you rush for the bathroom. You don't shut the door, because even if you did you know someone would have barged in. It's predictably Darry and Soda, but Two-Bit lingers in the hallway, peering in worriedly.

"You're okay, kid." Darry encourages you, a strong hand on your shoulder to help you get yourself under control, "Somethin' the matter?"

"What's with the tears, Baby Curtis?" Two asks, "Movie gettin' to 'ya?"

It's a horror movie- it's safe to say you're not sniffling over blood and guts.

"No, it's-" You sniffle, letting Sodapop tug you into his side where he's now perched on the lid of the toilet. He slings an arm around your waist and you lean gratefully into his side, thankful for the pressure of a body against yours.

"It's nothing. I don't know." You shrug helplessly, and Two smiles- kindly, not teasingly.

"You've got a condition or somethin'." He decides, traipsing back into the living room, "We oughta turn you in to a doctor, have them diagnose you with some crazy new brain condition. Maybe they could name it after you, kid."

"Yeah, Crybaby Curtis syndrome," Steve snickers, and Soda shouts a halfhearted, 'Be nice!' to his friend despite not being able to see him.

"Lay off, Steve," Johnny groans, and you hear Ponyboy chime in with a fervent, 'Yeah!' that he would have kept to himself had Johnny not led the charge. Despite having the upper hand, Ponyboy still struggles to pick fights with Steve. Usually it's a losing battle.

"Come on, kiddo." Darry urges, and Soda sticks close to your side as you shuffle back into the living room. Dallas doesn't move aside to give you your old seat back where he's stretched out over half of it, but he also doesn't protest when you throw your leg over his own to fit on the cushion.

"You've gotta man up, kid." Dally decides, snatching his cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face, "Can't be burstin' into tears all the time. People are gonna think you're weak."

"I am weak," You concede feebly, wiping at one last tear that streaks down your cheeks, "I don't know why it happens most'uh the time. Just does."

"Some people are just like that." Johnny smiles kindly at you, and you appreciate his sweetness, "We ain't gonna judge you."

"It'll be great for gettin' out of trouble," Sodapop grins mischieviously at you, "Just think, when you're a wild child in high school, and you're comin' home drunk at 2AM, Darry's gonna yell at you. Just flash him those teary eyes of yours and he'll get all soft for 'ya, he'll let you off real easy."

"Hey- Don't you go givin' her any ideas." Darry points a warning finger at Soda, and Ponyboy scoffs, surely jealous at the prospect of your secret weapon.

You share a secret smile with Soda, though, one that's hidden from both of your brothers. Two-Bit catches it and snorts, "Damn, Darry. I'm not itchin' to be you in a few years."

"Well then you'd better start hangin' out at your own house every once in a while," Darry glares at him, "You spend so much time here I'm gonna give you a chore on the chore chart."

"I don't even do chores at my own place," Two-Bit snickers, like the suggestion is the funniest one he's ever heard. He stretches his arm out behind your head, resting it on your far shoulder, "Just call me whenever you're goin' to those parties, Y/N, and I'll get drunker'n you, make you look like a saint in comparison."

"Dally's a saint in comparison to you, Two-Bit," Ponyboy gripes, "Just don't climb through my window expecting me to help you sneak past Darry."

"Now I mean it, boys," Darry snaps, "Don't go givin' her ideas! Conversation over."

Dallas waits all of three seconds before leaning down, tucking his face beside your ear so that he can drawl, "I'll teach you how to sneak past him if you can go without cryin' for a day."

"Deal." You hold out a pinky for him to link with his own, and if anyone else in Tulsa had offered it, they'd have gotten slugged. Instead, Dallas's finger curls around yours, and he shoots you a shit-eating grin, eyes glimmering dangerously, "24 hours, crybaby. Don't let me down."

[johnnycakesb14de]

I don't know if this goes past your rules but can you do like (greaser) x reader when someone in the gang catches y'all like making out?

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GUYS GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

DARRY

He would definitely be the more secretive type when it comes to kisses mostly because all of his friends are immature

But I imagine y'all would be in the kitchen alone it's his day off and the boys are out

One thing leads to another and y'all are just being romantic and showing affection by making out

Next thing you know you hear the traditional caught-off-guard-cough-laugh

Darry looks up and sees Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Y'all enjoying yourselves?"

"Shut the fuck up Dallas."

SODAPOP

He was on break at the DX and you stopped by to see him and bring him food because you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend

Y'all were in the back just hanging out be cuties

Hes flirting with you

You know giving his typical sodapop charm flashing you his million dollar smile

He kisses you a few times and it leads to a make out and y'all are just in the moment not really thinking about muchv

Then Steve walks in

cunt

"Hey so what ar- HELLO? WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Y'all both turn around and you roll your eyes in embarrassment

"Do that on your own time please."

"Shut up Steve."

PONYBOY

Say your older in this maybe like 15-16 because for the first while of y'all dating you wouldn't be allowed in his room alone even with the door open Darrys just crazy like that

Y'all were in his room working on some homework or just hanging out when you totally very sneakily shut the door all the way thinking Darry won't find out because he's cooking

And start kissing

Not even two minutes later Darrys nosy ass barges in

"What did I say about the door kidd- Oh excuse me?!?!"

Y'all create distance from each other staring at him wide eyed

"I swear it isn't w-"

"be quiet Ponyboy. I have these rules for a reason, you guys can come into the living room since you can't be trusted."

"Why?"

"Y/N, don't start."

Johnny

Yall were in the lot because where else would you be

You kissed him a few times and it let to a slight make out nothing crazy

Two-bit came up to tell Johnny that unfortunately Dally had been arrested for some odd reason

And the SECOND he sees you he's instantly teasing y'all

he's trying to tease you but he ends up just making it really uncomfortable

"Lord almighty, what's going on here?! Save room for Jesus, she might get pregnant!" Insert two-bit laugh wheeze

"Cut it out man."

DALLAS

Y'all were at Bucks for some party and it was getting really loud

You were overstimulated, Dally was tipsy and everyone was getting on his nerves so he took you outfront for some fresh air

Dally was being Dally and talking to you and kissing you a few times and it leads to a make out

Then Steve walks out

(I imagine him and Dally are actually pretty good friends)

He starts laughing

"Uhhhh, Dal'! Y'know where Evie is?"

"Why the fuck would I know where your girlfriend is?"

"I dunno, just wonderin'."

He rolled his eyes and dramatically sighed

Steve

You were at work with him trying to help him

Which actually just meant he was yelling at you for certain tools

You were getting bored he was getting frustrated because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car so you told him to to take a small break

So he took a break and you both just started talking and he kisses you

After he pulled away you kissed him back

Darry walks in looking for Soda

"Oh, my bad. I was just looking for Soda"

"In the back Darry."

He leaves and you laugh

Two-bit

Y'all were at the drive-in just hanging out

He was bothering people yk just being two-bit

And somehow you both ended up at the drag race that Steve, Soda and Dallas were at

You were leaned up against the hood of his car and he was in front of you and you were making out

Soda comes up and laughs at y'all

"HAHAHA, Steve come look!'

Two-bit looks at him and also starts laughing because hes two-bit

And your just there like 'omfg'

[cranberrv]

thunder

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston loses his temper

( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope that’s ok… also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )

it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.

“are you sure you don’t want it back, dal?” you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.

“nah, sugar, don’t want ya freezin’ to death out here,” he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.

“i’ll just go inside, though, so you don’t get hypothermia or something..” you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.

“you’re fine, baby, stay with me.” you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand that’s rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.

nothing could ruin this moment.

you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadn’t said them before — it’s been a year since you’ve started dating, and you’ve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.

“.. i love ya, dal,” you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual — exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.

eventually, he speaks. “i know ya do, sugar.”

you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?

he catches your sigh. of course he knows what you’re sighing about — he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesn’t want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.

“it would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,” you eventually say.

“oh c’mon,” another drag of his cigarette. “you ain’t an idiot, you know i do.”

“do i? i can’t remember one time you’ve said ‘i love you’ to me,” you cross your arms and look up at him.

“this isn’t somethin�� to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like you’re okay. all because he doesn’t want his friends to hear. “and i have said it, baby, you’re just forgetting or somethin’.”

“you have not, i would remember if you have,” you counter, shoving his hand off of you. “i don’t want to argue, dallas, i really don’t—“

“too damn bad, y/n, because you’re sayin’ that i don’t love you, and we both know that ain’t true,”

“then say it.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. “it has been a whole year of us dating, and you’re never ready to say that you love me,” you raise your voice to get your point across.

“christ, y/n, you’re difficult, huh?” he groans. “it ain’t a big deal, don’t go throwing a tantrum.”

“i’m difficult? dallas, i don’t know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or you’re done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.”

“you’re fuckin’ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ain’t done with you. don’t go stickin’ words in my mouth,” his voice is raising, too.

“if you’re not done with me, then you love me.” you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. “it hurts, dallas, that i don’t get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,”

he groans. “you know that i do, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. “holy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit bein’ such a bitch!”

the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. “don’t call me that,”

“c’mon, man, you’re acting like a fuckin’ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethin’ that i’ve already admitted,” he says, voice still raised. “take a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once you’re normal again.”

you scoff. “because i’m expressing my feelings, suddenly i’m a lunatic? because i’m not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, i’m not normal?”

“you’re freakin’ out because i didn’t say it back once, of course i think you’re going crazy.”

“i’m ‘freaking out’ because it’s been a year of ‘thank you’ and ‘i know’ whenever i tell you i love you,”

“you’re being a dumbass, y/n, you know i—“ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. “fine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when you’ve cooled off, i’m goin’ home,”

when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you don’t even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.

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of course, you don’t call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isn’t there, when in reality he just doesn’t want to talk to you? just so suddenly you’re bending to his will, and he’s getting his way once again? you don’t think so.

dallas does this a lot — whenver you two fight, even if it’s a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a day. it’s never stretched longer, until now. it’s been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.

the next day at school, you’re walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of “told you so” and “that’s dallas for you”, and you can’t say they’re wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.

the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. it’s a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrill’s.

“that must be dal’s friend, buck,” you whisper to your friends. “but why would buck be here?”

“he’s a greaser, he’s probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,” randy, marcia’s boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.

“i’ll go see whats up,” you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.

as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but it’s dallas winston.

“hi,” you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if you’re even still fighting.

“hey, sweetie,” he says, not explaining what he’s doing here.

“what’re doing?” you ask him.

he shrugs. “wanted to see you, i dunno.”

“oh,” you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped for—

“i shouldn’t of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasn’t cool,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “and you ain’t a bitch.”

“..thanks.” you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.

he’s staring out into the parking lot instead of you. “and i’m crazy about you, man,” he looks up at you. “you gotta know that, sugar.”

“thank you,” you repeat again, unsure of what to say.

another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. “i love ya, doll,”

you should’ve stayed mad, you should’ve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all you’ve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.

“i love you too, dallas.” you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “thank you,”

“you gotta stop sayin’ that, y/n,” he teases, playfully pushing you away. “go hang out with your stupid friends, man. i’ll come over tonight and hang.”

you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.

[socgf]

they hate when you serve big brown doe eyes dark hair flirty pout and chiseled cheeks

[2knightt]

could u write the gang (seperate) x a reader thats like. deeply and unashamedly obsessed w them

not in in a weird way but like soda makes reader a cake and theyre like “wow ur so talented u should be a baker youd be the best baker in the world everyone look at this isnt my bf such a good baker?? isnt he so cool???? arent you so jealous of me???”

or they visit the DX on steves lunch break and theyre like whats all this? and steve starts explaining the car stuff to them and theyre like “omg ur so smart ur the smartest person ever the DX is so lucky to have you <333 soda come look at steves car isnt he so good at this??? babe u should like reinvent cars youd totally do it better than washington or whatever”

or just reader holding hands and sitting on laps and kissing faces at all times basically the gang x reader thats all over them

「 i just wanna get high with my lover! 」

IN WHICH—you’re totally in love with them!♡ ໋֢ 🎞️✧

📀ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 🕯️ notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ i’m Finally working on reqs. WHO CHEERED???? also new theme for fics. got bored of my old ones😜

Dallas Winston ;

“you’re so strong, dal. you look so good when you fight, did you know that? you’re like the only person who looks that good when fighting. you’re so cool.”

“…thanks, doll.”

was SO STARTLED LMFAO

like??? he’s never been showered in compliments like this before. but he DOES welcome it

cocky bastard. you boosted his ego. it’s too high now.

“i stole this for you.”

“DALLAS! you didn’t have too, oh my god! you’re so sweet—and talented! i can’t believe you stole this—for me! i have the best boyfriend ever! i am so lucky, ain’t i?”

“yeah, i know.”

SHOWS U OFF SO MUCH. he just likes the reaction you give him when he does, honestly. like dallas LOVES hearing you ramble about him when he’s beside you.

he’s all, “yup. i AM the best boyfriend ever, dickhead.”

“this my partner.”

“mhm! dally’s the sweetest ever! he’s so nice to me, don’t you think? ugh, i love him so much. he’s the best boyfriend in the world.”

the way you look at him with lovesick eyes makes him wanna hold you forever and never let go btw.

IF YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO THAT??? ohmy fod he’ll lose his fucking mind!!!

dallas winston looking up at you while you cradle him between your legs, his hands gently holding your waist while you gush over him, a small pink hue across his cheeks.

AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH

“you’re so handsome. you’re the prettiest boy ever. i love your hair, it’s so nice. with or without the grease.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

has the most DISGUSTING and GROSS lovey dovey smile across his face has you plant kissed across his face, mumbling sweet nothings as you do so.

feels like you’re an angel when you do this after a bad day btw. loves you sososososo much he’s so down bad

Johnny Cade ;

looks up at you with the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever seen as you sit on his lap, kissing his scars. johnny’s lips would be slightly parted as he seems mesmerized with every movement you make.

WHIPPED. HE IS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. the SECOND you started gushing over, he got a small grin on his face, a sense of pride washing over him.

he, like, never knew you seen him as this magnificent being. johnny’s confidence was never great but PHEWWW you’re always there to help him!!!

“you really like my scars?”

“totally. they make you look so cute, johnny. they make you, you and that’s all i could ever ask for. you’re so cute. i love you. any person would, i’m just so glad that it’s me.”

he’d get so shy after but johnny would be walking with his chin slightly higher. ‘cause deep down he’s all, “what if they don’t actually mean it☹️?” and then you show up outta nowhere and like engulf him with a hug and he’s like “nvm…i love ‘em actually☺️.”

whenever you brag about him to people, he has to look at his feet to keep himself from smiling too much.

“and if you ever need someone to listen to you, nobody does it like johnny! he’s the best listener ever, nobody can ever compare to him. johnny’s such an angel!”

“y/n…”

he’d mumble, an embarrassed groan leaving his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, kicking a rock.

contrary to popular belief of you being more in love, he is. he swears up and down that you’re too good to him, that you’re a real doll, that he doesn’t deserve someone like you.

johnny needs someone like this in his life NOW! and if it isn’t you it’s gonna be me.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

so fucking embarrassed i’m crying.

i believe he can’t take compliments for SHIT. so being around you, he just becomes a mess. like stuttering n’ shit.

“your voice is so pretty. you read so much better than everyone else, pony. you should do it as a job—you’d totally beat everyone. it’s not like it’d ever be a competition with you there, though. you’re so cool, pony.”

“i-uhm…thank you, y/n.”

GIGGLES SOO HARD LMFAOOOO

like at night when he’s with soda, he just rambles to his older brother about what you told him. soda thinks it’s cute in the moment, but later wants ponyboy to shut up because it’s been two hours of him gushing over what you said to him.

“and then they said that i-“

“OKAY, DAMN. i have work tomorrow and you have school. ponyboy, please.”

“…okay? they said that i was the prettiest boy they’ve ever seen.”

“holy fuck.”

like he’d be ranting about some drama with the gang or some movie he’d seen, sitting on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder.

you look over to him, thinking he’s never looked more perfect. ponyboy had washed the grease out of his hair, the fluffy hair falling over his ears.

unconsciously, you tuned him out as you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

“what was that for?”

“you tell stories so well, pony. you’d make a great writer, did you know that? i’m so lucky to have you.”

“i-huh?”

WAHHH COMPLIMENTING PONYBOY WHILE ATTACKING HID FACE WITH KISSES AS HE GIGGLES ☹️☹️☹️

he’s so cute thay’s literally my man….!!!!

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE’S SO IN LOVE!!!!!

sitting on the counter while he cooks and you just rant about how perfect he is makes him WEAK IN THE KNEES.

“you’re such a good baker, soda. nobody does it like you do. you’re like—the best baker in the world. ain’t he, two-bit?”

“stop it, y/n..🤭🤭”

“nah, ‘m good.”

you brag about him to the girls that go to the DX to flirt with him. i can see it now.

soda’s just in the background giggling SOO HARD AND TWEAKING WITH STEVE LMFAOO

“no, he’s so sweet to me! i swear, he’s like the best boyfriend ever, did you know that? i’d be jealous if i was you, honestly.”

“TEEHEE”

“soda, shut up!”

“i’m the best boyfriend ever, steve😛.”

HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU IT’S SO CUTEEE😭😭

“you look so cute today, y/n. i got so lucky, didn’t i? had to be blessed to even have you in my life.”

FUCK i need this man at my doorstep

like imagine sitting on his lap, him staring up at you while you push back his hair with a small smile on his face. the silence between the two of you being broken by exchanged compliments.

YOU TWO MAKE EVERYONE FUCKIJG SICK I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER IT MAKES ME VOMIT!!!

Darry Curtis ;

tries to act cool and nonchalant when you do it, but he turns his head away to cover the huge smile that’s growing on his face.

“you’re so strong, dare! you’re the strongest person ever—you could totally take down anyone. isn’t he just the best, soda?”

“alright, that’s enough, y/n.”

“but you’re just so good to me, dare. :(.”

“sweetheart, please.”

“alright..”

“he’s smiling, y/n.”

“and blushin’…i love your brother so much.”

“everyone knows.”

AKDNSKDHEKENKDS SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR, READING THE NEWS PAPER🤭🤭

like your arms are wrapped around his neck, his arms around your waist as he reads the newspaper over your shoulder while lazily responding to your rambles.

“you look so cute with your reading glasses. you’re the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”

“you’re a real treat, y/n.”

—

“i love your hair, darry. you look so much better with this hairstyle than anyone else. you should be a model.”

“i’d be a terrible model, dear.”

gang is so jealous of your relationship btw. they call it bullshit that darry pulled you.

they fake gag and groan when you do this but in reality they’re like, ‘damn…when is it my turn to be happy.😒’

darry’s self esteem’s alright. it’s not the best but it’s not the worst. but you’re always there to remind him he’s absolutely perfect :).

Steve Randle ;

HE’S SOOOO WHIPPED LMFAOOOO

like i swear to god the second you went on a rant about him he was so ready to marry you right then and there.

“you’re so good when it comes to cars. honestly—you could just make your own and it’d be 100x better than whoever made them before. you’re just the best mechanic ever.”

“really? you think so? ‘cause if i were ever to i’d totally change the way they-“

and now steve’s on a 12 minute rant on how he’d change cars to rub better while you just sit there, listening to him with a smile.

YOU HAVE HIM SOOOO INSANE LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD!?? he couldn’t ask for a better partner if he tried!!!

like, i imagine steve’s always had confidence issues—being friends with soda n all don’t really help.

BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND HE’S JUST VISIBLY HAPPIER😭😭.

“you’re so smart, steve. like—the smartest ever.”

“stawpp, oh my god. what else am i, though?”

“you’re cute, awfully nice, you got the prettiest eyes the world’s ever seen-“

please tell him all this while kissing him all over. he needs it so bad.

teehee lazily kissing steve randles face as the blush across his face grows from the never ending compliments that leave your lips😜

he’d totally tell you to shut up and when you don’t, he just kiss you.

AUGHHHH

Two-Bit Mathews ;

AUGH HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU !!!!

honestly—he didn’t like it at first. ‘cause deep down he was all, ‘wtf??? i’m supposed to be making them swoon n’ shit??? why am i the one giggling rn??😒😡’

but overtime he’d look forward to your silly little love drunk rambles. tell him he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend ever when he’s drunk and he might cry.

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT? BABY, STA-“

and he’s like actually sobbing while hugging you.

sitting on two-bit’s lap in the backseat of his car at the drive-in, ignoring the movie you guys came to watch because you’re both too focused on each other.

kissing every inch of his face, laughs leaving his lips as you mutter small comments about how cute his laugh is. unconsciously, his grip on your hips tightening.

FUCK i’m making myself feel lonely writing this.

every single good thing you say about him gets internalized. someone could say his hair’s dumb but then in his head he goes ‘NUH-UH! y/n said my hair is absolutely perfect😜’

[anifever]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 you gotta stop sneakin’ through my window, dal.

god, could your room be anymore pink? .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

[wilder7ess]

dallas winston relationship hcs

im just as excited as you guys are stawppp

warnings: allusions to sex (i think)

every relationship hc post starts like this but i honestly dont think he would be toxic at all he just hasnt been loved properly and he (this isnt a diss) doesnt know how it feels to he loved in a genuine way

anyway he still wont be boyfriend of the year award worthy lets make that clear

steals things for you all the time

your favorite animal plushie???? already in his hands

a cd of your favorite song??? in his jacket as we speak

if you are getting bullied by socs this dude is asking for their addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers literally anything!!

he will fight for you he will literally contact the mafia for you!! nobody messes with dallys girl

one of his weaknesses is you playing with his hair

"yeah.. man i dont even kn...ow why.... the so..... 😴😴😴"

he is literally out like a light the second your hands are in his hair

he will deny it sooo fast if the gang asks about it

really likes making out with you or anything... sexual...

dudes a freak what did you expect

on the topic of that if you dont want to get whiplash from how freaky he can get do NOTTTT contact him after 11pm

thats when his super freak mode is turned on

he likes giving you hickeys & just literally kissing you anywhere

not that big on pda imo best ur getting is an arm around your shoulder or waist

banned you from going to rumbles

yes you heard you cant even WATCH the rumbles from a distance 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ dally will not let you

you can clean him up after though!!!

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okay thats it for now my head hurts so bad i need to go to sleep right now

[quizzicalwriter]

dally winston x virgin!reader who asks her boyfriend dally to be her first time

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Kissing, touching, fingering. Inexperienced and slightly innocent reader. Loss of virginity.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.8k (I got carried away.)

You’d always been Dallas’s favorite preoccupation, distracting him from everything else in life. The sweet thing he carted around whenever he hung around with the boys or found himself in the drunken den that was Buck’s on a Saturday night. You’d be there, propped on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Not that you didn’t have anything to say besides sitting there, hell, the guys loved you. You could hold your own when it came to their wit and it made you a worthy companion for Dallas in their eyes, not to mention your inexplicable ability to put up with his shit when nobody else had before - or seemingly nobody else had been given the chance.

Normally Dallas would’ve gone for girls at the drive-in, greaser girls, or any woman he could get his hands on or who could handle his banter for longer than a minute without giving him the back of their hand. You weren’t one of them, and frankly, that terrified Dallas. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, push you away in hopes that he’d save himself the pain of heartbreak later on he’d convinced himself he’d suffer. But he always stopped himself whenever you found yourself in his arms, gazing up at him with your doe-like eyes.

It was a difficult thing, Dallas being intimate. He was born and raised in a constant battle for survival, not showing love or producing it, but you made it easy. The longer you two had been together the longer he found himself wanting to keep you close, protect you from dangers he seemed to see everywhere. The worries you once had about him leaving eventually faded, the look in his eyes as he gazed at you whenever you laid in his arms far outweighed any ill thoughts you’d suffered with.

The only way you could describe it was ardent, laced with a deep desire that you’d never seen before in his brown eyes. A deep desire that would show itself in the bounds of the night after the two of you had disappeared together, culminating in you on his lap in his bed, hips rocking together as he kissed along your throat and down onto your chest. Or with your legs wrapped loosely around his hips, him grinding into you, you whispering sweet moans into his mouth spurring him on to do more, touch you more, please you more.

Dallas never pushed, he was always understanding whenever you pulled away. Of course, he’d have to adjust himself in his jeans, but he’d quickly pull you to his chest and press delicate kisses along your face, murmuring how much you mean to him, something he didn’t dare do in front of others. That side of Dallas was for you, nobody else, so you treasured it whenever he showed it.

On one particular Saturday night in the midst of autumn, you found yourself propped up against Dallas’s side on one of the couches in Buck’s bar, legs bent up at your chest as you fiddled with frayed denim at the end of your pant leg. Dallas was in a debate with a random man, someone he seemed to know well enough to bullshit with, talking about how the two had snagged something good off a rich man’s car not too long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the incessant country music Buck played when it rounded two in the morning you’d likely have fallen asleep against Dallas, but the occasional jump of a new song kept you jerking awake, a tired pout situating itself on your features as you rested your cheek against Dallas’s shoulder.

“Looks like your miss is real tired.” The man stated, taking a long puff from his cigar before gesturing toward you with the end of it, a snicker following his words as he propped himself up against the end of his pool cue. Dallas quirked a brow, looking down at you where you were tucked into his side with a hidden smile.

“Guess she is.” He murmured, not saying anything more beyond that before moving to prop himself up straighter, hand smoothing down your back as he looked down at you. “Tired?”

You weren’t tired, tired. More so bored, the constant scent of smoke and alcohol wasn’t helping the boredom or the budding headache in the back of your skull. But knowing if you said anything other than ‘yes’ at that moment would result in another hour downstairs, you nodded, feigning a yawn as you let your eyes flutter deceptively.

Dallas caught on, but he didn’t say anything. Instead choosing to click his tongue against his teeth as he played along, shrugging as he moved to stand. “I’ll see you later, man.” He stated, causing the older man to shrug himself before dispersing off into the crowd. Dallas turned to you, helping you to your feet before leading you up the stairs.

“Lyin’ is a sin, y’know that right?” He chuckled out, quiet enough for only you to hear as he nudged open his bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, causing you to laugh yourself and avert your gaze from his as you moved into the familiar room.

“Didn’t lie.” You mumbled out, another pout crossing your lips as you kicked off your shoes, making your way to his bed. “Real tired, Dally.”

“Sure, doll.” He snickered from the corner of the room as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, the familiar metallic clang of his belt hitting the wooden floor echoing throughout the room soon after.

He moved beside you then, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your back flush with his chest. The sound of country music and clattering pool balls still echoed from downstairs, but the only thing you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of Dallas’s knee between your legs.

It was an innocent move, both of you slept with your legs intertwined, it felt comfortable given how small his bed was. As he shifted to get more comfortable his knee pressed harder against your clothed cunt, causing your cheeks to flush red as you choked back a whine. Dallas stiffened, breath catching in his throat as he took a moment to gauge your reaction before moving his knee again.

“Dal-“ You whined, hand moving down in between your legs as you buried your face into the pillow you two shared, his scent lingering heavily on the fabric doing nothing to quell the growing ache between your legs.

“What, doll? Feel good?” He whispered, words ghosting across the nape of your neck, causing your back to arch involuntarily as you slowly nodded. His hand smoothed down your front, bumping over the fabric of your shirt and jeans as he slowly moved to cup your sex, ever so gently applying pressure as he rocked himself against you.

You felt yourself soaking your underwear with arousal the longer he rutted against you, his fingers pressing against your cunt through your jeans as he did. A familiar sensation bloomed in your lower stomach, one that left you clenching your thighs around his palm as you tried to quell the growing ache.

“Gotta tell me what you want.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, trailing a litany of open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of your throat, pressure from his fingers increasing against your cunt. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Dallas, just fuck me.” You whined, embarrassment over the prospect of voicing your needs soon being overweighed by the sheer need you felt for him, your hand moved to grasp at his forearm as you begged. “Please, Dal.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he moved to sit up on his knees, pressing another kiss to your jaw before pulling his shirt up and over his head. You laid there, lips parted as you watched him undress, feeling your blush spread from your cheeks to the top of your chest. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him - so you did. You moved to sit up, folding your legs underneath yourself as you moved to press a kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his jaw, only pulling away when you felt that familiar pull to touch him elsewhere.

You’d seen him without a shirt, but you’d never truly been able to admire him until now. Your hands wavered over his body, fingertips dipping in between the rivets of his toned skin, along healed scars, a faint bruise that still lingered under the left side of his ribcage. Above it all you found yourself fascinated with the way his chest rose with each breath and the small freckles that lined his skin. They reminded you of the ones he’d gotten from his time in the sun that plastered themselves against his cheekbones and upper shoulders.

Dallas let you look, eyes fluttering whenever your hands would drift farther south than before. You could hear him taking in shuddering breaths, chest catching every few minutes as though he were teetering on the edge of self-control. He raised his hands then, looking to you for approval before he lifted your shirt up and over your head, bundling the soft fabric in his hands before letting it fall to the floor.

You reached your hands behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders until your bra collapsed into your lap, exposing your breasts to him. Dallas had seen women before, he’d seen plenty, but none of them had ever had the effect you currently had on him. He felt his throat dry, brown eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes before he moved to gently lay you back against his bed, situating himself over top of you.

“You want this?” His words were hushed as his hand drifted down over your bare stomach, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he kept his gaze locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When you responded with a nod and a quiet, “I want this.” He smiled, a soft laugh leaving him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You’d envisioned losing your virginity hundreds of times, a perfect encapsulation of what sex had to be painted in your mind, vivid and blaring. But this was so different, the way Dallas was so gentle, not afraid to laugh if something awkward happened, both of you sharing the pure moment of intimacy with smiles on your face. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for it and that somehow made it all so much better.

As he slid your jeans off your legs he smiled up at you, a soft look on his face as he tossed the denim to the floor, moving back up to place another languid kiss to your lips. His hand moved between your thighs, fingers splaying against your cunt through your underwear, a groan passing his lips when he felt just how wet you’d become.

“Dallas, please-“ You begged, thighs trembling as he continued to tease you through your underwear. He relented, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before moving to sit back up, slowly sliding your underwear down and off your body before discarding them to the floor as well.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes wandering over your form laid in front of him, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took it all in. “So fuckin’ beautiful, doll.”

You watched with bated breath as he slipped his jeans off, kicking his boxers off along with them. His length was bigger than you’d anticipated, only having felt the shape of it when you’d ground down against him during your frequent make-out sessions. As if sensing your apprehension he moved back over you, hand moving to cup your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It won’t hurt, alright? We’ll take it slow, real slow.” He whispered, voice soothing as he helped you to wrap your legs around his hips, your heels subtly digging into the flesh of his lower back. He smiled down at you, eyes voicing a silent question if you were alright to which you quickly nodded back, a smile upon your face as well.

He braced himself on his arm, face close to yours as he slid a hand down between you, helping to guide himself inside before sliding his fingers up to slowly circle your clit. A moan left you at the feeling, leaving you clenching around his tip, the feeling causing him to bite back a grunt as he slowly began pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, brows screwing together as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of your welcoming cunt, pausing in his movements to give you a chance to grow used to the feeling. “Doin’ so good, baby, so good.”

You’d heard horror stories from your friends, tales of how their first time had been painful and rushed, but this felt the complete opposite. While it took you a moment to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you, it was an incredibly welcome feeling. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, his fingers circling your clit only adding to the feeling building in your stomach.

“Dal- Dal, move.” You whispered out, voice hoarse as you grasped at his shoulders, desperate for him to move. He snickered at your pleading tone, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking you as he whispered words of praise into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your damp skin whenever he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

You could hear your wetness coating his cock with each thrust of his hips, his fingers slick against your clit. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken-off moans, and whispered words. Your thighs tightened against him as he adjusted himself, lifting himself a bit, unknowingly brushing against a spot within you that you’d never known existed - one that pulled a drawn-out moan from your chest.

“Yeah?” He asked through a smirk, hand moving down to cup your hip as he pushed back into you, hitting that very same spot. You could hardly think, let alone breathe as he fucked himself into you, fingers working at your clit as he angled himself to hit that spot over, and over. “Taking me so good, doll.” He grunted out, grip tightening on your hip as he picked up his pace.

Your hand shot down to his wrist as he continued toying with your clit, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm building to its peak in your lower stomach, the feeling causing you to rock your hips in tandem with his thrusts. The look on your face was enough to make him groan, his hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he tilted your face to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, baby.” He murmured, voice soft yet authoritative as he slammed into you. As soon as you opened your eyes he moved his hand, pressing it against your lower stomach as he continued fucking himself into you. It felt as though he were pushing you down onto him, that spot that nearly blinded you with pleasure constantly being rutted against by his cock.

All you could muster was a weak, “F-fuck,” as you came undone, back arching off the bed as you whined out his name. He didn’t stop, stifling a groan at the way you writhed beneath him as he felt his orgasm building. Once you started swatting at his fingers that still circled your clit he moved his hand, choosing to grab the other side of your hip, effectively propping you up against him as he fucked you.

The pace was near brutal, moans forced from your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn’t focus, still reeling from your last orgasm as he continued fucking you into oversensitivity-fueled bliss. You could feel his thumbs pressing into your hipbones, short curses slipping past his lips.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He grunted, pulling out of you a second later, spilling his cum across your lower stomach. His chest heaved, cheeks flushed red as he pumped himself through his orgasm. You could only watch in a haze of your own, still catching your breath as he looked up at you, that familiar crooked smile taking over his features as he moved on top of you once more.

“Did so good, doll. Real good.” He murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your skin between each sentence. “You feel alright? Need me to get you something?” He asked after a moment, a hint of concern evident in his tone that made you smile as you shook your head.

“It felt perfect, Dal. I’m alright.” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, leaning up after to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Perfect.”

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far, or even if you just skimmed it over - either way I appreciate the interactions! As always you can find my work over on my ao3 under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you anon for the request! (Sorry for the late posting, or early? Wherever you are? I finished editing it and didn’t want to queue it, so here is your daily scheduled reading material.)

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

You'll never guess who's requesting this cuz you've never met me 😈

Anyways CAN you do maybe the outsiders boys reaction to an albino greaser? It can be any gender and be reader I just wanna know what you think they'd do or say

Sincerely

A greaser named bug

Nice to meet you bug 😏 but ofccccccc I hope you like it bug💗 I’ll also try to make it gender neutral.

Sincerely

Someone who is winging it🫶🏻

Darrell Curtis

Darry first met you at the grocery store when you were struggling to reach a box of cereal on the top shelf. Being the gentleman he is, he stepped in to grab it for you, and that’s where your conversations started. He was instantly intrigued by your unique appearance.

At first, he was nervous about asking you out. Darry’s got that quiet, steady confidence, but something about you threw him off in the best way. Maybe it was the way your pale skin seemed to glow under the store lights or the sharp intelligence in your eyes.

He loved learning more about albinism and made it a priority to understand how to support you. He’s the type of guy who’d read up on the importance of sunglasses, sunscreen, and any health concerns, making sure you’re always protected. He’d carry a pair of your sunglasses in his truck just in case you forgot yours.

The gang noticed how protective he became of you. If they were hanging out in the sun, Darry made sure there was a shady spot for you to sit and wouldn’t hesitate to drag a chair over for you.

Ponyboy, being a little poetic, would occasionally compare you to the moon soft, glowing, and beautiful. You’d always laugh, but Darry would get this proud, quiet smile like, Yeah, that’s mine.

Darry loved running his hands through your hair. He was mesmerized by its silky white strands and would sometimes find himself just brushing it back while you sat beside him. It became one of his favorite ways to relax after work.

He’d often remind you that you’re beautiful, especially if you ever felt self-conscious about standing out. If someone dared to make a rude comment, Darry’s calm demeanor would snap. He wouldn’t cause a scene, but the steel in his voice when he told someone to back off made it clear they’d regret crossing him.

Date nights were always thoughtful but practical. Darry loved taking you to quieter places, like drive-in movies or picnics at the park during sunset when the sunlight wasn’t too harsh. He loved seeing you comfortable and happy.

The boys absolutely adored you. You brought a calmness to the Curtis house that even Darry appreciated. Whenever things got rowdy, you’d just smile and remind Darry to let loose every now and then.

One night, Soda teased Darry by calling him “lovesick” after he caught Darry staring at you while you talked with Ponyboy. Instead of denying it, Darry just grinned and said, “What can I say? There one of a kind.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda first noticed you while working at the DX. You came in to ask for directions, and the way the sunlight hit your pale skin and silvery hair made him freeze mid sentence. He’d always been a charmer, but with you, he couldn’t help but stutter.

He immediately turned on the charm after recovering, offering to help you with more than just directions. “Need your tires checked? Oil changed? A tour guide around town? I’m your guy.”

From that day, you started coming by the DX more often sometimes for gas, sometimes just to chat. Soda would always light up when he saw you pull in, running to your car before Steve even had the chance to look your way.

Soda loved how unique you were, always calling you his “snow angel” or “moonbeam.” He’d joke that you were so stunning, people had to wear sunglasses just to look at you.

He’d constantly find little ways to dote on you. If it was sunny, he’d remind you to put on sunscreen and even apply it for you if you let him. On cloudy days, he’d wrap his arm around you, saying, “Perfect weather for my perfect baby.”

Soda was fiercely protective. If anyone ever stared too long or made a rude comment about your albinism, he’d immediately jump in with his signature mix of charm and sass. “Yeah, they’re gorgeous, ain’t they? You want an autograph or something?”

He’d love showing you off to the gang. When he introduced you to them, he couldn’t stop grinning and kept saying, “aren’t they just the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ponyboy would occasionally ask questions about your albinism, and you’d patiently explain it to him. Soda would listen intently too, wanting to understand everything he could about you.

He loved touching your hair. Whether it was brushing his fingers through it or playing with a strand absentmindedly, he was mesmerized by how soft and silky it was. He’d often joke, “How’d I get lucky enough to date someone straight out of a fairytale?”

Date nights with Soda were always fun and full of energy. He’d take you to the drive in, carnival, or the park for a late night walk when the sun wasn’t an issue. He’d always make you laugh, whether it was through goofy jokes or sneaking extra popcorn into the movies.

Soda would constantly remind you how beautiful you were, especially if you ever felt self conscious about standing out. “You’re one in a million, babe. Nobody else could even come close to you.”

One time, you caught Soda telling Steve, “they’re not just gorgeous, man. They’re everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Steve teased him for being so sappy, but Soda just shrugged with a goofy grin.

One day when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by the stares, soda would wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head, and whisper “Your my moonbeam, babe. Nobody else shines like you do.”

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony first saw you at the library, tucked away in a corner with a book in your lap. He couldn’t help but stare your pale skin and snowy hair seemed almost unreal, like you’d stepped out of a storybook.

You caught him staring, and he quickly looked away, blushing furiously. When you smiled at him, though, it gave him enough courage to strike up a conversation.

He was captivated by how soft spoken and kind you were. You bonded over your shared love of books, and Ponyboy found himself seeking you out every time he went to the library.

Pony was curious about your albinism but was too polite to ask at first. When you brought it up yourself, he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions to understand you better. He admired how confident you were about explaining something so personal.

The first time he complimented you, it was so casual and genuine that it caught you off guard. “Your hair looks just like starlight,” he said while flipping through a book, as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

Pony would write poems about you how your skin glowed in the moonlight or how your unique beauty reminded him of something ethereal. He’d never show them to you unless you stumbled upon one in his notebook, which would make him turn redder than a tomato.

He loved taking you to quiet places where you could talk and relax. His favorite spot was a secluded area by the riverbank where the sunlight wasn’t too harsh, and you could read together.

Pony was fiercely protective in his own quiet way. If anyone made a rude comment or stared too long, he wouldn’t yell or fight, but his sharp, icy glare was enough to make them regret it.

The gang absolutely adored you. They teased Pony about how smitten he was, but they genuinely appreciated the calm and warmth you brought to their rowdy group. Even Dallas, who wasn’t easily impressed, would crack a rare grin when you were around.

Pony loved running his fingers through your hair, fascinated by its silky texture. “It’s like clouds,” he’d murmur, almost in awe.

On tougher days, when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by how much you stood out, Pony would comfort you with his words. “You’re not different in a bad way, y’know? You’re different in the kind of way that makes people remember you. Like a rare flower or a shooting star.”

He’d sometimes read aloud to you, his voice soft and full of emotion. Whether it was poetry, Shakespeare, or something you’d picked, he always managed to make the words sound magical.

One time, Johnny caught Ponyboy staring at you with this dreamy expression, and when he teased him about it, Pony just shrugged and said, “Can you blame me? They’re like the main character in every story I’ve ever loved.”

Johnny Cade

The first time Johnny saw you was at the park. You were sitting alone, sketching in a notebook. He was too shy to approach you at first, but when he saw your drawing, he couldn’t help but compliment it. “That’s real nice,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him with a smile, and Johnny was immediately struck by how unique and beautiful you were. He wasn’t used to talking to girls, especially not ones who looked like they belonged in a painting.

Over time, you and Johnny started spending more time together, often at the park or the lot. You’d draw while he watched, and he’d tell you about his life, feeling comfortable enough to open up in a way he rarely did with anyone else.

He was fascinated by your albinism. When you mentioned it casually one day, he listened intently, his dark eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. “You’re… real different. In a good way,” he said softly, trying not to sound awkward.

Johnny was always gentle and considerate, making sure you were comfortable. If the sun was too bright, he’d offer his jacket to shield you or suggest moving to a shady spot. He’d even remind you to put on sunscreen, though he’d blush while doing it.

He loved your hair and often found himself staring at it, amazed by how soft and light it looked. If you ever let him touch it, he’d do so tentatively, like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

The gang noticed how much happier Johnny seemed when he was around you. They teased him about it, but he didn’t mind too much he was just glad to have someone like you in his life.

You made Johnny feel seen and appreciated in a way he wasn’t used to. He’d always felt like a shadow, but with you, he felt like he mattered.

He’d get protective of you, especially if anyone made rude comments or stared too long. While he wasn’t the type to start fights, he’d stand his ground if he thought someone was being disrespectful.

One of Johnny’s favorite things was watching you draw. He’d sit beside you in quiet awe, occasionally asking about your process or offering ideas. Once, you surprised him by sketching a portrait of him, and he was so touched he couldn’t find the words to thank you.

Johnny wasn’t great with words, but he had his own way of showing how much he cared. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like a pretty rock, a flower, or a book he borrowed from the library.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Johnny would do everything he could to comfort you. “You’re… special,” he’d say quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “Not just ‘cause of how you look. You’re just… you. And that’s more than enough.”

He loved quiet moments with you, like sitting under the stars and talking about your dreams. You’d reassure him that he was more than his tough life, and he’d start to believe it when he saw how much you cared.

One night, when you asked him why he always seemed so amazed by you, he looked at you with soft, honest eyes and said, “’Cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a lot of sunsets.”

Dallas Winston

Dally first noticed you when you walked into Buck’s for a drink. Your pale skin and bright hair stood out in the smoky, dimly lit bar, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Well, ain’t you a sight,” he said, flashing his trademark smirk.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or genuinely interested, but Dally didn’t waste any time making it clear he was intrigued. He’d swagger over, lean against the bar, and say, “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this? Lookin’ for trouble?”

Dally was fascinated by your appearance. He wasn’t used to seeing someone so unique, and he made it a point to tell you just how stunning you were sometimes in the bluntest, most Dally way possible. “You’re somethin’ else, doll. Never seen anyone like you, and I’ve been around.”

He loved the way people’s eyes lingered on you when you were together. It fed his ego to know he had someone as striking as you by his side. If anyone dared to say something rude, though, Dally wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch. “Got somethin’ to say? Didn’t think so.”

Dally was surprisingly attentive when it came to your albinism. He’d tease you about being a “snow angel” or “ghost,” He’d casually hand you his jacket if you forgot to bring something to cover up. “Don’t need you fryin’ out here, babe.”

He wasn’t the type to outright say how much he cared, but his actions spoke louder than words. Whether it was making sure you stayed out of trouble or keeping people from bothering you, Dally always had your back.

He loved your hair. He’d run his fingers through it, tug it gently, or just brush it back while giving you that cocky grin. “Soft as hell,” he’d mutter, almost like he was talking to himself.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally had a soft spot for you. You brought out a gentler side of him that few people ever saw. He’d still act like a rebel, but around you, he’d lower his walls just enough to let you see the real him.

The gang noticed the change in him when you were around. He was still Dally rough, cocky, and wild but they could see how protective he was of you. Even TwoBit joked, “Looks like Dally’s finally gone soft,” earning a glare from him.

Dally loved taking you on reckless adventures. Whether it was sneaking into movies, speeding down empty roads, or getting into places you weren’t supposed to be, he made sure life with him was never boring.

When you felt self-conscious about standing out, Dally wouldn’t sugarcoat his response. “So what if people stare? Let ‘em. They’re just jealous they’ll never look as good as you do, doll.”

He loved showing you off, especially in public. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he’d smirk at anyone who dared to look your way. “Yeah, they’re with me. Got a problem with that?”

On rare, quiet nights, he’d open up to you about his rough life, surprised by how much comfort your presence gave him. He’d never admit it outright, but being with you made him feel like maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

One night, after a particularly wild day, he turned to you with a serious look in his eyes and said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, doll. Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

Steve Randle

Steve first noticed you at the DX when you came in to get your car checked out. He was working under the hood of a car, but when you walked in, he nearly dropped his wrench. “Holy smokes,” he muttered under his breath, barely able to keep his cool.

Unlike Soda, who was always smooth with compliments, Steve’s reaction to you was clumsy. “Uh, you need… uh… gas or somethin’? Wait, no, you’re here for the car. Obviously.” It was awkward but endearing.

He was fascinated by your looks but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Instead of outright saying something, he’d sneak little glances your way, trying to act casual. It was Soda who eventually teased him into actually asking you out.

Steve loved working on your car just so he had an excuse to see you. He’d take extra care to make sure everything was perfect, even throwing in a free tune up here and there. “Gotta keep your ride running smooth, just like you.”

He quickly learned about your albinism when you explained why you always wore sunglasses and avoided the sun. Steve didn’t know much about it but was eager to learn. “So, sunscreen’s, like, a must, huh? Don’t worry I’ll keep some in the car for you.”

He loved showing you off to people, especially when they stared. Wrapping an arm around you, he’d smirk and say, “Yeah, they’re with me. Bet you’ve never seen anyone like them, huh?”

Steve could get hot headed if anyone said something rude about you. He wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands if he thought someone was disrespecting you. “Got somethin’ to say? Say it to me.”

The gang teased Steve endlessly about how much he adored you, but he didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m whipped. So what?” he’d say, shrugging it off with a grin.

Steve loved taking you for rides in his car, especially at night when the sun wasn’t a problem. He’d crank up the radio, roll down the windows, and let you feel the wind in your hair as he drove around town.

He wasn’t great with words, but he’d always find little ways to show how much he cared like fixing things for you, bringing you your favorite snacks, or surprising you with a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Steve wouldn’t let you dwell on it. “Babe, you’re a knockout. People don’t stare ‘cause you’re weird they stare ‘cause they’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as you.”

One time, he caught himself staring at you while you were talking to Ponyboy about books. When you asked what he was looking at, he just smirked and said, “My baby, that’s what. Can’t blame me, can ya?”

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit first saw you at the movies when you were sitting in the row ahead of him. He couldn’t help but lean forward and crack a joke about the film, just to get your attention. When you laughed, he was hooked.

After the movie, he practically ran after you to introduce himself. “So, do I get the honor of knowing the name of the prettiest person in the theater?” he’d ask with his signature grin.

Two-Bit loved teasing you, but it was always playful and never mean-spirited. He’d call you things like “Snowflake” but the way he said it always made you laugh instead of cringe.

He was completely fascinated by your appearance. “You look like you belong on one of those fancy magazine covers,” he’d say with a smirk. “Maybe I should start carrying a camera around just to keep up with you.”

The first time he learned about your albinism, he made a big deal about how cool it was. “Wait, so you’re, like, one in a million? That’s wild. I always knew I had good taste.”

Two-Bit was incredibly protective in his own goofy way. If someone stared at you too long, he’d walk up to them and say, “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” If they kept it up, his tone would shift to something sharper. “You deaf, pal? Move it.”

He loved to joke about how pale you were, but he always followed it up with a compliment. “You’re so bright, you’re putting the sun to shame. No wonder I need sunglasses around you.”

The gang quickly noticed how smitten he was. They’d tease him relentlessly, but he’d just shrug and grin. “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy. Not everyone gets a snow angel for a partner .”

Two-Bit loved taking you on silly adventures, like sneaking into drive ins or pranking random people in the neighborhood. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Let’s make some memories.”

He was surprisingly sweet when it came to taking care of you. He’d always remind you to put on sunscreen or bring sunglasses, even jokingly offering to carry an umbrella for shade. “Gotta keep my snowflake from melting.”

If you ever felt self conscious about your albinism, Two-Bit would immediately shut it down with his humor and charm. “Babe, if everyone else doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, that’s their loss. Guess that means I get you all to myself.”

He loved showing you off in public. “Yep, that’s my mine,” he’d say with a cocky grin whenever someone glanced your way. “Go ahead and look, but don’t touch. They’re taken.”

One time, he surprised you with a snow globe he found at a thrift shop. “Look! It reminded me of you tiny, perfect, and way outta my league.”

Late at night, when the two of you were alone, his goofy side would fade, and he’d get more serious. “You know I’m crazy about you, right? Don’t need to change a thing about yourself, doll. You’re perfect as is.”

Tim Shepard

Tim first saw you hanging around the neighborhood, and while he didn’t usually stop to notice people, you caught his eye immediately. Your pale skin, white hair, and quiet confidence stood out in a world of chaos.

He wasn’t the type to stumble over his words, so he walked right up to you, smirking. “You lost, or do you just like hangin’ out in rough neighborhoods?” When you fired back a sassy response, he knew you were someone he wanted to know better.

Tim was intrigued by your albinism, though he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He’d ask a few questions here and there, always casual, but it was clear he found your uniqueness fascinating.

He loved the way you stood out from everyone else. “You’re not like the other people around here,” he’d say, his voice low and sincere. “And that’s a good thing.”

Tim wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he was fiercely protective of you. If anyone stared too long or made a rude comment, they’d get a cold glare or worse.

Despite his tough exterior, Tim had a soft spot for you. He’d go out of his way to make sure you were safe and comfortable, even if it meant slowing down his usually chaotic lifestyle.

The Shepard gang respected you immediately because of how much Tim cared about you. Nobody dared to mess with you, knowing full well Tim would make them regret it.

Tim wasn’t much for words, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d walk you home after dark, make sure you ate when you were too busy to remember, and even fix things around your house without being asked.

You brought out a softer side of him that few people ever saw. While he was still tough and intimidating to everyone else, with you, he was patient and gentle.

On tough days, when you felt self conscious about standing out, Tim would sit beside you, his hand resting on your knee. “Look, you’re not just different you’re better. They don’t like it? Screw ‘em. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

He wasn’t big on romantic gestures, but he had his moments. Once, he carved your initials into a tree in the lot where his gang hung out, grinning as he showed you. “Figured I’d make it official.”

Tim loved taking you for rides in his car , especially at night when the world felt quiet. He’d let you wrap your arms around him as he sped through the streets, the wind in your hair. “Ain’t nobody out here but us, doll. Feels nice, don’t it?”

Despite his rough and tumble lifestyle, Tim was incredibly careful with you. He made sure you never felt like you had to change who you were to fit into his world. “You’re already perfect,” he’d say, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Curly Shepard

Curly first noticed you at a party when one of his friends pointed you out, saying, “Look at that angel over there.” At first, he rolled his eyes, but when he turned and saw you, his cocky smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting someone who looked so… different and stunning.

He sauntered over to you with that signature swagger, crossing his arms and flashing you a grin. “So, what’s someone like you doin’ at a party like this? Slummin’ it with us hoods?” He meant it as a joke, but he couldn’t help the genuine curiosity in his tone.

Curly was the type to tease you relentlessly, calling you “Snow White” or “Frostbite,” but there was never any malice behind his words. If anything, it was his way of flirting and he loved how flustered you’d get.

He was fascinated by your albinism but didn’t ask a million questions like most people did. Instead, he’d make casual observations, like, “Your hair’s brighter than the streetlights, babe,” or, “You’re the first person I’ve met who can outshine the moon.”

Curly was protective to the extreme. If anyone stared at you too long or said something stupid, he’d immediately step in, cracking his knuckles and smirking dangerously. “ you got 3 seconds to apologize or I’m going to knock your face in’.”

He loved showing you off, especially to his gang. “Yeah, they’re with me,” he’d say proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ain’t they somethin’?”

Curly had no problem stealing things for you. If you mentioned wanting something, he’d show up with it the next day, shrugging nonchalantly when you asked how he got it. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe. Just call it a gift.”

He was always playful, constantly messing with you in the cutest ways. He’d steal your sunglasses, hold them above your head, and laugh as you tried to grab them back. “C’mon, you don’t need these. You’re already too cool.”

If you ever felt self conscious about standing out, Curly would be quick to shut it down. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? They’re just jealous they ain’t half as good lookin’ as you.”

He had a wild side and loved dragging you along on his adventures, whether it was sneaking into drive-ins, racing through town on a stolen bike, or just causing trouble in the neighborhood. “Stick with me, doll. Life’s never boring when you’re rollin’ with Curly Shepard.”

Despite his tough exterior, Curly had a soft side that he only showed to you. When it was just the two of you, he’d let his guard down, resting his head in your lap or holding your hand while you talked about everything and nothing.

He wasn’t great with romantic words, but he’d show his affection through his actions. Whether it was giving you his jacket on a chilly night or showing up to your house at midnight just to see you, he always found a way to remind you how much he cared.

One night, as the two of you sat on the hood of his car, staring at the stars, Curly turned to you and said, “You know, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it.”

[callme-holly]

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

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

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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

Darry Curtis:

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

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

Sodapop Curtis:

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

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

Ponyboy Curtis;

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

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

Johnny Cade:

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

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

Dallas Winston:

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

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

Steve Randle:

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

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

Two-Bit Mathews:

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

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

[listofwhyyouloveher]

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

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

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

PONYBOY CURTIS

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

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

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

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

JOHNNY CADE

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

He kissed you and immediately noticed your flavoured lipgloss.

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

Now you know to wear that lip gloss more often.

SODAPOP CURTIS

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

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

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

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

STEVE RANDLE

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

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

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

He’s ruining your lipgloss all the way after that

TWO-BIT MATHEWS 

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

Little did he know they’re actually flavoured. 

You picked his favorite flavour and kissed him and hes floored

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

DARRY CURTIS

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

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

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

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

DALLAS WINSTON

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

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

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

Tells you to wear that more often