#Sodapop Curtis X reader

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Hey Bones!

Can I request soft slow kisses with Soda ficlete / ones hot. Just the two of them laid in bed in the morning?

Thanks!

First of all, he's a human heater. Like, he's so warm that there's a 90% chance of you waking up sweating because of how warm he is. I hope you sleep really cold and leech his warmth away from him unless you want to be broiled alive.

On the same topic but not quite, he's a cuddler. You'll go to sleep facing away from each other and wake up wrapped in his arms. You're not getting up, trust me. He's a bone crushing kinda cuddler.

Blanket Hog. He will roll up in the blankets and make sure you don't get any unless you worm your way into his arms during the night.

Sodapop doesn't get a lot of sleep between everything going on with Sandy, his brothers, the gang, work, ect. ect. When he does sleep though, he's like a bear. You could spray some water on him and he'd roll out of bed like the dead, roll under the bed, and then go back to sleep until Darry comes to grab him like that one Spongebob Episode.

Is, as you can guess, a big fucking fan of sleeping in. Those moments when he doesn't have to worry about jack shit, and he gets to relax by sleeping in with you, he's happy. He'll have his face in your chest or vice versa, and just drool.

Speaking of drool, he drools in his sleep. It's gotten bad enough that Ponyboy had to wear a second shirt to bed.

When you wake up in the morning with Sodapop, you're the first one up. It doesn't matter what time you wake up at, you're up first. I wasn't kidding when I said that this man can sleep as much as he can eat.

Soda is a slow one to wake up, but you're staying with him. As I said, he's a cuddler and he will use that to keep you close. He adores it, just waking up with you against his chest.

Slow good morning kisses are exchanged. He's missing lips and accidentally kissing your nose or under eye. His vision is fogged with sleep for the first few minutes of being awake.

You two will lay in bed for at least 30 minutes, whispering soft "I love you"'s between kisses and bleary moments. You'll discuss little plans for the day, how you slept, ect. He needs this time with his lover.

[lqveharrington]

I saw your ask so…. I have a request for DALLAS WINSTON BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!

Okay so the reader is a part of the Curtis family and her and dally have been seeing each other in secret UNTIL something happens maybe Ponyboy or Johnny ACCIDENTALLY spill it from when they went to Dally for help and like ponyboy was grossed out but promised to keep the it secret. When they do find out they Darry loses it where maybe soadpop is like chill about it. Meanwhile Steve and Twobit are just enjoying the show/just their? (I dont know if this makes any sense💀)

Girl Curtis | D.W.

summary: your relationship with dally was meant to be a secret, but one night at the drive-in changes everything.

pairing: dallas ‘dally’ winston x curtis sister!reader

includes: fluff, slightly suggestive, cursing, talks of physical fighting, mentions of killing, mentions of underage drinking, steve & two-bit not helping the situation, ponyboy being grossed out, johnny being a cutie pie, reader is practically a mini version of darry

a/n: i love matt dillon 🤍 (i got lost at the end, idk man 😭) and this got hella long

Being a Curtis meant living in constant change. No matter what day of the week it was or the season, every single day was completely different from the last. From waking up to an actual breakfast to having chocolate cake for every meal. And it wasn’t like your family never accepted the change, but change was always something hard for your family to cope with—especially after your parents had died a year ago.

So when Ponyboy accidentally found out that you—his older sister, his only sister—were seeing Dallas Winston—the boy who’s been to jail more times than he could count—behind everyone’s back, he was too shocked to even utter a word at the sight.

He didn’t even mean to learn about your relationship with Dally—it was on pure accident. He and Johnny simply wanted advice from Dally, and Buck had let them inside his house. It wasn’t his fault that Dally left his bedroom door unlocked when he clearly had company over.

When the door swung open and revealed Ponyboy and Johnny, you immediately pulled away from Dally, scrambling to get off his lap while throwing a pillow in Dally's direction. Ponyboy immediately spun around and squeezed his eyes shut, tugging Johnny around as he stood frozen in fear and shock.

After what seemed like ages of shuffling around, the both of you were finally decent, although the smudges of gloss and lipstick around Dally's mouth seemed to remain.

He sat up properly and looked at you in amusement before putting a hand out toward the youngest Curtis in efforts to get him to focus on something other than walking in on his sister making out with a juvenile delinquent. “Listen, kid—“

“Don’t you dare say anything right now.” You glare at Dally before slowly moving toward your brother, approaching him like he was a wild animal. Ponyboy hadn’t said anything for the past five minutes, and you were starting to get worried that you broke him with one terrible interaction. “Pony—?”

“You’re dating Dally?” Ponyboy finally said as he turned back around to face you, staring at the two of you like it was the craziest thing in the entire world. He bit the top of his thumb and looked around the room, trying to distract himself from unwanted thoughts. “Does Darry know?”

You shake your head and gently move his hand away from his mouth, getting him to look at you. “Darry does not know, and he won’t know until we tell him, got it?”

Ponyboy’s eyes widened as he began to pace Dally’s room, mind running millions of miles per second. He wasn’t sure if keeping your relationship hidden was a smart move, but he couldn’t tell Darry without you knowing—you would kill him. And what about Sodapop? Surely he deserved to know about you and Dally, he wasn’t a snitch and he definitely wouldn’t be the one to tell Darry either.

Johnny watched Ponyboy cautiously, fingers playing with the buttons on his jean jacket for a lack of movement compared to his best friend. He wasn’t surprised that you and Dally ended up together—hell, Dally had told him that he liked you when he got drunk once. He didn’t know exactly when you got together, but it wasn’t Johnny’s place to tell anybody about your business or Dally’s business.

“Man, how did y’all even start dating?” Johnny asked to no one in particular as he continued to stare at Ponyboy, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“Uh, dunno, just happened one day.” Dally laid back on the headboard of the bed and lit a cigarette he found behind his ear, blowing the smoke high into the air before you could reprimand him.

You raise your brows at Dally’s words, looking back at him in surprise before rolling your eyes at the cigarette hanging from his lips. Dally loved to tell the story of how you two started going out, but you weren’t exactly sure what was stopping him. He would only be telling Ponyboy and Johnny.

“You are a terrible story teller.” You huff and put your hands on your hips, “You really aren’t gonna tell them?”

Dally took another drag from the cigarette, shrugging in response before a wicked grin made its way onto his face. He stood from his spot on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning his body against yours until you supported half of his weight.

“I’ll tell them how it ended, doll, how ‘bout that?” He said with the same damn grin, making you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell the two boys how that night ended. “Well, the story ends with me and girl Curtis tangled up in those sheets back there—“

“Okay, gross, shut up.” Ponyboy groaned and covered his ears, Johnny burning a bright red at the unwelcome thoughts. Ponyboy still kept his ears covered, “I’ll keep it a secret for as long as I can, but Soda and Darry are bound to find out sooner or later.”

After you finish jabbing Dally in the stomach for his crude behavior, you look back at your brother and remove his hands from his ears. “And we’ll cross that bridge when it happens, for now—“

You take Johnny and Ponyboy by their shoulders and turn them away, walking them to the doorway of the bedroom. “—I want to spend time with my boyfriend alone, alright?”

The two boys nodded and made quick steps to leave the place at once, doing their best to forget anything Dally had told them in the last minute of their life. You sigh and move to close the door when Dally props his head out the doorway.

“She’s a great broad, Ponyboy!” Dally shouted as he yanked the door back open, earning a scowl from you. He shut the door and locked it, giving you grin. “In the best way possible, doll.”

Although you wanted to spend time with Dally after Ponyboy and Johnny interrupted your make-out session, he really ruined the vibe with his parting words for the two boys. You ignored Dally as he tried to pull you in his arms and moved to sit on his bed instead, crossing your legs and arms then looking away.

Dally rolled his eyes and snubbed out his cigarette before taking a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Come on, doll face.” He murmured as his hands wandered underneath your shirt. “You know I like you.”

You turn your head slightly and meet his eyes—the ones that only soften around the edges when he was with you. You bite your tongue when he trailed his hands across your stomach, “Do I?”

Dally propped his chin in your shoulder and pulled your legs apart, slotting himself in between and pushing you down onto his bed. “If you wanted to make-out, you could’ve asked without being so quiet about it.”

You pout jokingly before cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss, separating when his St. Christopher pendant pressed coldly against your neck. “Where’s the fun in that, Dal?”

“Man, what’re you gonna do about it? We’ll all be at the drive-in tonight.” Johnny kicked a rock as he walked beside Ponyboy, his tattered converse scuffing the cracked concrete as they returned to the Curtis house.

Ponyboy had been wanting to go to the drive-in for weeks after they announced they would do a double feature of Paul Newman movies. Tonight was the last night and Sodapop thought it was a good idea to drag everyone along—even Dally.

When Sodapop suggested the idea, nearly everyone was on board, but Ponyboy nearly felt his eyes pop out of his skull. If you and Dally were at the drive-in together, who knew what was going to happen. Although you were secretive about it, Dally would do anything to claim what was his.

“I’ll keep my damn mouth shut, that’s what.” Ponyboy stuffed his hands into his pockets as he kicked the fence gate open. “I’m sure they’ll be just fine with the rest of the gang. Besides, what could really go wrong?”

Apparently everything could.

When Sodapop said he was going to drag everyone to the drive-in, he truly meant everyone. He begged Darry far too many times that he eventually gave in and tagged along. Darry didn't want to go, but Sodapop wasn't going to stop until he got his way.

So Darry was also at the drive-in. Unfortunately for you and Dally—fortunately for Ponyboy—Darry sat in between the two of you, afraid that his younger sister might be tainted by the one and only person who could truly ruin her.

Too bad Darry didn’t know you were already Dally’s.

From where you sat, you watched Dally become restless beside Darry, making you bite the inside of your cheek. You knew he was itching to just talk to you even for a second, but Darry being there made it nearly impossible to even breathe near one another. Instead, you met his eyes and cocked your head to the side.

“I’m gonna grab a drink from the concession stand.” You announce loud enough for Dally to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb any of the other attendees.

Darry muttered something incoherent and handed you some change, watching you leave before switching his attention back to the projector. He looked over to his left and noticed that Dally had left too, raising his eye brows at the sight.

“Where’s Dally?” Darry asked out loud, earning shrugs from the rest of the boys—except for Ponyboy.

Ponyboy froze at the question and looked to his right, groaning when he saw Dally's empty seat. He should have known you two would try to sneak away together for even a moment. He mentally cursed both of you before excusing himself, leaving to find the two of you before Darry found you.

While back at the concession line, Dally was all over you. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head tucked into your neck and shoulder, murmuring words he wouldn’t dare say to anyone else.

If Darry saw you now, you’d both be dead in an instant.

“You missed me that much?” You murmur as he nods, continuing his kisses across your neck. “It’s only been thirty minutes—“

“Doll, I haven’t seen you all day.” He muttered and moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder instead, planting one last kiss to your jaw before complaining once more. “And your damn brother is making it real difficult for me to even talk to you.”

“If you hate it so much, then why’d you agree to come?” You roll your eyes before smiling brightly at the cashier, ordering your coke and a small bag of popcorn you knew Two-Bit would want after you returned.

Dally paid for your order before turning back to the conversation. He huffed and rubbed his jaw, voice low in annoyance. “'Cause I didn’t know Darrel was coming.”

You look up at him after grabbing your drink and popcorn, a teasing glint in your eyes. "You afraid of lil' ol' Darry?"

“Lil' Ol' Darry is a twenty year old man with pure muscle, and I'm datin' his little sister. You tell me.” He directed you toward the back of the seats, not wanting to go back to being separated just yet.

You took a sip from your coke and frowned at his words, looking down at your shoes for a second before Dally noticed your change in appearance.

“What?”

“You know we eventually have to tell Darry. Soda too.” You say quietly and stir the straw, the sounds of gunshots from the movie speakers ringing through the air.

Dally groaned and fiddled for a cigarette in his jean jacket, cupping his hand around the flame as wind blew through the night air. “You’re tryin’ to kill me, doll.”

You scoff and steal the lighter from his hand, “They’re still my family. I can’t just never tell them that we're going out Dal, that's not fair.”

He looked around for a second, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking back at you—shaking his head on how easily you could break his usually tough demeanor. “Alright, when do you wanna—”

"What are you two doing?" Ponyboy finally found the both of you, looking at you and Dally with so much annoyance you swore everyone at the drive-in could feel it.

"I was just getting a coke." You mutter and catch your brother's gaze.

"What's your excuse, Dally?" Ponyboy asked.

He sighed and put the unlit cigarette behind his ear, "Accompanying the missus."

Ponyboy's eye twitched and—for a second—Dally could see a vein pop on his forehead. "Are you both crazy? Darry immediately noticed that Dally was missing after you left—!"

"Sh!"

Dally rolled his eyes at the patrons before responding, thumbs looped in his jeans. "Listen, Ponyboy. I was just askin' your sister when we should tell Darrel and Sodapop—"

“Tell Darrel and Sodapop what?” Darry’s voice cut through Dally's explanation, causing you and Ponyboy to wince and face your older brother in fear.

Not only was Darry standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, but so was the rest of the gang—all of them expressing different emotions at the display. Sodapop wore an amused grin, Two-Bit stared with an open mouth while handing Steve a five dollar bill, and Johnny looked like he was about to run away from the scene.

Dally spun on his heel and put his arms on his hips before turning back around, head shaking in confusion and sudden frustration. “Where the hell did you come from?”

Darry narrowed his eyes at the boy, "I was going to look for my sister since it was taking an awfully long time to grab a singular drink, but then I saw Pony rushing over here like he was on fire or something."

“Darry—“ You try to stop the two boys from starting anything they didn't want to finish, only to be cut off by Darry and his disappointed glare.

“Don’t get me started on you." He shook his head and redirected his gaze back toward Dally, the heat returning to his blue-green eyes. "I want to hear from Dallas.”

Silence took over the group, everyone’s eyes darting between you and Dally to Darry. Ponyboy slowly ebbed his way over to Johnny, picking at his nails in nervousness. He should’ve known this was gonna happen when he left.

Finally, Two-Bit spoke up, trying to ease the tension but ultimately being ignored by the majority. “Oh, come off it, Darry. They ain’t causing trouble.”

Dally clicked his tongue and rolled his shoulders back, projecting enough confidence that surprised Johnny and Ponyboy. “Well, since you oughta know now, me and girl Curtis are going out.”

Sodapop’s grin widened when he saw you—his little sister—flush red, “Well, shit. I thought that was obvious when we came over. I think Darry just wanted a denial from y’all.”

You pursed your lips and watched Darry’s eyes narrow at the two of you, his fingers twitching for a split second before he moved. He took long strides over to Dally and gripped his arm, pulling him away from you and taking him to the other side of the drive-in. You bite your tongue, holding back any sounds of protest as you watched Dally and Darry speak.

“You didn’t think to tell us before Darry tries to kill your boyfriend?” Sodapop tilted his head and occasionally darted his eyes toward his older brother, watching him closely to ensure he didn’t blow his temper in a public space full of socs.

“I was gonna ease it in.” You sigh and drag your hand down your face in frustration, flicking a piece of dirt off your shirt. “You know how Darry gets when a boy looks at me, let alone Dally. Hell, he almost wanted to kill Steve when he took me to school the other day.”

“Not a fun memory, by the way.” Steve quipped from where he stood by Two-Bit, earning an eye roll from Ponyboy and a snort from Sodapop.

You raise a brow at them before waving a hand in the air, “If it makes you feel any better, Johnny and Ponyboy already knew.”

“What?” Two-Bit spun around and gawked at the two youngest of the gang. “And you didn’t wanna tell anyone? I could’ve won a bet with Steve!”

“Sh!”

“I promised to keep it a secret!” Ponyboy defended himself and crossed his arms, looking at you with slight annoyance. “It’s gross if you ask me.”

“Sh!”

“Mind your own business!” You and Steve whipped over to the old couple who kept shushing your group, watching them shake their heads and mutter something about ‘kids these days.’

Johnny scratched the bruise on his jaw, voice quiet after being told to shush too many times. “We found out on accident. Besides, there’s no good in arguing about it now.”

Before anyone else could add anything else to the matter, Dally and Darry came back. Neither of them expressing what they truly felt on the inside except. The only thing revealing their feelings were their eyes.

Darry looked like he could beat the living shit out of someone whilst Dally looked a little too proud for your liking.

Everyone held their breath but exhaled silently when Darry stole the keys back from Sodapop.

“Let’s go.” He beckoned his brothers away from the gang, looking back at you with the same disappointed look he gave you earlier. “Say goodbye. We’re leaving.”

You waited for them to disperse before looking up at Dally with crossed arms, “What did you two talk about? Darry looks like he was going to actually kill you.”

“Don’t worry about it, everything is fine, doll.” Dally ran rough fingers up and down your spine, watching your rigid figure soften. “Trust me.”

“Worst thing I could do is trust you right now.” You sigh and fiddle with your jacket’s zipper, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s not mad?”

“Fuckin’ fuming, doll.” He fished the lighter out from your back pocket and lit his cigarette, blowing the smoke toward his right. “But Darrel said as long as I treat you like the woman you are, he’s okay with it. He put stupid quotations around it too.”

“Which means he’s not okay with it.” You groan and smack his chest with the back of your hand, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m blaming you if I see you with a black eye and bruises in the next few days.”

“You’ll still like me and my charming smile.” He tucked the lighter back into your back pocket and pulled you closer.

“Unfortunately.” You tease before pushing him away when you heard Darry’s protests from the entrance of the drive-in. “I gotta go, Dal.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll.”

“Maybe don’t come around our house just yet.” You kiss his cheek and look over back at your brothers:

Darry spun his truck keys around his fingers while he bore a hard stare into your skull, Sodapop tried to distract him, and Ponyboy spoke to Johnny, his eyes constantly darting back to you and Dally.

You turn back to Dally, lips turned down into a small frown. “Darry might kill you.”

“Whatever, man.” Dally ignored Darry’s stare and placed his index and thumb on your chin, pulling you mere centimeters away once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Fine.” You give-in as he placed a rough kiss to your lips.

You hum into the kiss before pulling away with wide eyes when he tried to deepen it, head immediately whipping over to the entrance where Darry was already heading toward the two of you.

“Jesus, you have a death wish.” You say quickly with a pink face before you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“Get in the truck.” Darry pulled you away and shot Dally a dirty glare. “I said say goodbye, not make out with him.”

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and tuck your hands under one another, eyes hardened in frustration for both your brother and boyfriend. “I wasn’t!”

Darry muttered something under his breath and opened the back door for you, slamming it when you got it. You dug your nails into the seats, anger flaring in your eyes—just like your oldest brother.

“You like him.” Sodapop teased from the front seat of the truck, earning a glare from both you and Darry. He tossed his hands in the air, “What did I do?”

“Man, you and Dally are gross.” Ponyboy murmured in your direction and earned a flick to the arm from you. “Ow!”

Before you could get him back, Darry’s voice boomed in the car, causing everyone in the car to freeze like a broken movie frame.

“Quit fightin’ or you’re both walking home.” He huffed as he started the truck, driving out of his parking spot and down the cracked road toward the East side of Tulsa. “Can’t believe a simple outing turned into a lecture for my kid siblings.”

“We didn’t even finish watching the movie—“

“Sodapop, I swear to God—“

“Hey! I’m not the one dating Dallas Winston!”

“Soda!” You hit his arm when he mentioned your relationship with Dally, making Ponyboy hit you in retaliation and defense. “Ow!”

Darry slammed on the brakes and stared at the three of you in frustration, everyone’s eyes wide at the sudden action. “I want you three to shut up until we get home. And before you say anything else, I don’t want anymore talk about Dallas Winston tonight, got it?”

The three of you stilled and stared at the carpet of the truck, murmurs of agreement in the air.

“Good.”

Unfortunately for Darry, before he could move again, Sodapop’s eyes darted toward the side mirror, catching a figure running up to the truck. With the familiar leather jacket and heavy, worn boots, he instantly knew who was approaching the truck.

“Isn’t that Dal?” He asked quietly, causing the everyone to turn back and stare at the figure.

Dally pulled the door open and stared at you for a second, your eyes wide in confusion. “What are you—?”

“Sorry, forgot something.” He dug his hand into your back pocket and took the lighter back from you, sneaking a kiss to your lips before leaving.

Ponyboy nearly gagged at the sight and Sodapop wanted to whistle, but refrained after seeing his older brother’s pissed expression. You stared at him with wide eyes as Dally backed away, shutting the truck door and winking at you.

His devil grin glinting from the moonlight, “I’ll see you tomorrow, doll face!”

“Dallas Winston!” Darry shouted.

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[shellkissed]

hey! can i request brill or soda x fem!reader where they are at the drive in and the reader gets her period and she is really embarrassed and a lot of the people there start to make fun of her bc she bleeds through and brill or soda stand up for her and take her home and take care of her?

thx!

Author's Note: omg I love this request so so much

Take Care of You

Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

The night was supposed to be perfect.

You’d been looking forward to the drive-in all week—new picture playing, the warm July air, Sodapop Curtis next to you with his arm slung around your shoulders like he didn’t want to be anywhere else. His smile lit up the whole damn lot. And when he looked at you, you couldn’t help but grin back.

You’d even worn your favorite skirt. Light blue. Cute, flowy, and totally wrong for what was coming.

About halfway through the movie, something shifted.

A weird cramp. Not unusual—but then… that sinking, awful feeling in your stomach.

You stiffened, trying not to panic, but your heart started racing.

“…You okay?” Soda leaned in, whispering near your ear. “You’re all tense.”

You forced a smile. “Yeah, just cold.”

He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over your shoulders without a second thought. But when you stood up to go to the snack stand—that’s when it happened.

The whispers hit first. Quiet giggles from some girls a few rows down. A Soc boy did a dramatic gagging sound. Someone else called out:

“Hey, looks like someone’s spring broke early!”

You stopped dead. Heat flooded your face as you slowly turned your head and saw it—a dark red stain on the back of your skirt.

Your heart dropped.

Sodapop’s voice cut through the laughter like a blade.

“Hey!”

Everyone froze.

He stood, furious, stepping between you and the whispers. “You think you’re funny? Making fun of her for bleeding? Like that ain’t something that happens to every girl alive? Grow up.”

“Soda,” you whispered, tugging his sleeve, humiliated beyond belief.

But he turned to you gently, all that fire softening. “Let’s get you outta here, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t even meet his eyes as he helped you into his car, draping his jacket over your lap, shielding you from the crowd with his body like a shield.

You didn’t speak until you were halfway down the road.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“For what?” he said, completely bewildered.

You shook your head, voice cracking. “For ruining the night. For—being gross. I didn’t even know it was coming, and I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey,” he said, pulling over.

You stared at him, mortified, but he just turned to you with that soft, slow Sodapop smile. The one he gave you when he looked at stars, or puppies, or you in the morning sun.

“Nothing about you is gross, doll. You didn’t ruin anything. Stuff like that happens. It ain’t a big deal. And anyone who says it is just a damn coward who don’t understand a single thing about women.”

You blinked at him. “You’re not freaked out?”

He laughed, full and warm. “No, baby. You think I care about a little blood when you’re sittin’ here lookin’ like a heartbreaker in my front seat? Come on now.”

You laughed weakly. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, gentle.

“C’mon,” he said, starting the car again. “We’ll stop by the store, grab what you need, and then I’m takin’ you home. Gonna tuck you in, make you hot chocolate, and put on one of those dumb movies you like.”

You sniffled, heart full. “You mean our dumb movies.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it.”

Later that night, you were curled up in his bed wearing his oversized T-shirt, a heating pad on your stomach and Soda beside you, rubbing your back and kissing your temple like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Thanks for not making me feel disgusting,” you whispered.

He looked down at you, eyes soft.

“Baby,” he murmured, brushing hair from your face, “you could bleed through every skirt in Tulsa and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on.”

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Author's Note: I listen to 'hot honey rag' from chicago more times then I'd like to admit

[callme-holly]

More FREAKY darry stuff, I beg😔😔😔💔💔💔🤫🤫🤫

𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 - 𝐃.𝐂

in which darry is sick of reader's teasing and decides to do something about it

WARNINGS: pure smut. oral (male!recieving). manhandling. degradation. MINORS DNI ! ||۶ৎ y'all are being blessed with all this freaky shit xx

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The house was blessedly empty for the first time in days, the quiet welcome as peace settled throughout the rooms like a blanket. The August heat has finally cooled into something a bit more bearable, but that wasn’t what had Darry’s forehead slick with sweat and him constantly on edge.

You were the problem that caused that—you’d been teasing him all day with little things that could be passed off as casual gestures if it weren’t for the fact he knew you: wearing his shirt with no bra underneath, wearing those tight little shorts that left nothing to the imagination to the store, and bending down in front of him on numerous occasions, hips swaying enough to catch attention. 

And now, he’d had enough. He’d tried to be patient—really he had—but the second you walked into the kitchen with that smug little grin, like you knew you had won, something inside of him snapped.

He stalked towards you, grabbing your wrist sharply and manhandling you up against the wall, not caring for the little squeak of surprise that left you.

“Darry—” 

“You take me for some kind of idiot, darlin’?” He hissed, face dangerously close to yours, pupils blown wide with lust. 

You shake your head quickly, all traces of cockiness replaced with something else.

Submission.

“No? You been actin’ up all day, baby. Thought I wouldn’t do anythin’ about it, huh?” His words are sharp and cutting, and there’s no remorse behind them. You’ve worked him up to this point, and now you’ll bring him back down. 

“I knew you’d do somethin’ about it…” You whisper, biting your lip as you look up through your lashes, catching the way his eyes narrow.

“Mouthy little thing today.” He tuts, and you drop your head in shame, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Nuh-uh. Keep your eyes on me.” His fingers find their way to your jaw, tipping your face back up just enough for your eyes to meet his, his thumb pressing against your lips. You accept it gratefully, licking at the pad and sucking greedily, earning a small chuckle. 

“So greedy...” 

He lets you continue for a few seconds, watching your focus like a dog would watch a bone, drooling and desperate. Spit forms in the corner of your lips and he flicks it away quickly, pulling his thumb from your mouth and giving you a disapproving look when you whine. 

“Don’t do that, baby.” He huffs, pushing lightly on your shoulders, all but forcing you down to your knees. “Such a messy girl. Ain’t even stuffed your mouth and you're already droolin’ everywhere like a damn animal.” 

Your hands come up to paw at his jeans, fingers fumbling uselessly with his belt, the buckle suddenly far too complicated for you to figure out in your lustful state. “Darry…” You whine eventually, peering up at him with big, pleading eyes.

He chuckles. “What?” 

“Can’t do it…” The admission only makes the embarrassment worse, and you swallow heavily, hands falling limply to your sides as if they weighed a tonne. 

Darry seems to get the hint, however, and frees himself with such ease that it makes you look stupid. Pathetic. 

“Open up, sweetheart…” he coos, cock heavy in his hand, already hard and leaking. He brings it to your lips, and you part them obediently, tongue flicking out to lick his head. “That’s it… Such a good girl.” 

His hand finds your hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging with such tenderness that it makes you melt, taking him deeper.

Praise falls from his tongue like a mantra, his breaths heavy and laboured, hips occasionally rocking in sync with your sucks. It’s messy and sloppy, and every wet sound you make only solidifies just how filthy this is. You’re sucking his cock in the middle of the kitchen.

Anyone could walk in. Anyone. 

Your jaw aches, drool dribbling down your chin, soaking the collar of your shirt. And yet you don’t seem to care—you’re far too focused on Darry’s groans, hands tightening in your hair as he hits the back of your throat.

You gag and splutter, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“Shit—look at you, sweetheart. Takin’ it so well.” 

You whine around him, cheeks hollowing and tongue working, driving him closer to the edge. He’s close. You can feel it in the way his muscles tighten, the way he twitches in your mouth, his breaths growing sharper.

“Gonna come,” he growls, forcing your head all the way down, holding you there until you gag. “You want that? Want me to make a mess of that smart mouth?” 

You nod the best you can, and that’s all it takes.

Darry lets out a low, guttural groan, pulling out of your mouth quickly, his hand working his length in fast, desperate strokes. You watch through tear-soaked lashes, tongue out and glistening with spit, like you’re begging for it.

"Stay jus' like that," he pants. "Wanna see that pretty face where I cover it..."

And you do. You hold perfectly still as thick ropes of cum paint your cheeks, your lips, and your chin. He slaps the head of his cock against your tongue and you swallow, not wanting to waste anything.

"Fuck," he breathes, hand cupping your jaw gently, thumb wiping away the mess he'd just made. "You look so good like this."

You blink up at him, dazed and aching, completely blinded by submission as he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You wanna act like a tease, darlin'" he whispers, "Then you better expect to deal with what you begged for." 

||۶ৎ darry masterlist

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[saturns-peachy-honeymoon]

Peach's Outsiders Masterlist

Darry Curtis

the girl across the way series masterlist

dating darry hcs

darry x reader w/ an ed hcs

Sodapop Curtis

dating sodapop hcs

Ponyboy Curtis (as a small disclaimer pony is aged up in ALL romantic!ponyboy fics)

dating ponyboy hcs

Dallas Wintson

between pages series masterlist

dally's girl? , pt2

dating dallas hcs

Johnny Cade

dating johnny hcs

post canon blurb: I'm sure we all know what post canon means, but may I present: post canon lite and post canon lite* - post canon lite takes place after the novel, but (drumroll please) johnny and dallas are perfectly okay! (they got out before the church collapsed so mainly just sustained burns) - post canon lite* also takes place after the novel, but johnny did sustain permanent injuries after the fire.... but he and dally are alive, so that's a plus!

in both versions i like to imagine johnny still wrote the letter to ponyboy (possibly thinking he was going to die) or talked to him about staying gold - and maybe he even got dally to look at the sunset <3

[rhea-is-bored-again]

hi!! im new to ur blog and literally obsessed w the outsiders, especially darry. 🙂‍↕️

i was wondering if u could do darry with sm1 whos literally obsessed with his muscles/ biceps and is constantly praising him for it? love ur work!!☺️

bark bark bark ur sooo real honey and tysm!!!

here u goo (oml his "MUSCLES BULGING LIKE BASEBALLS" SE HINTON KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING)

~oml, the way you beg him to pick you up wherever you go

~UGHH THE SIZE DIFFERENCE DRIVES YOU (and him) CRAZY

you were reaching into the cabinet for a glass, your fingertips barely brushing it, even on your tip toes.

darry magically popped in the kitchen, a big hand reaching to touch your waist as the other reached above you to grab the glass. you caught a whiff of his cologne and his bicep brushed your ear.

"here sweetie, this what you wanted?" he said quietly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck like he knew what he was doing.

you huffed and hugged his bicep, kissing it and making him flex it just to tease you.

"thanks."

~he gets SOOO happy whenever you praise him for his muscles, it makes him feel so wanted and he just wants to bench you. in an affectionate way.

you squeezed his bicep, his arm wrapped around your waist and your body pressed close to him in his bed. he let out a soft grunt as you touch him.

"hrm, your so soft. pick me up, will you? i gotta pee."

~oh please... and when he comes back from the gym or work all sweaty and gorgeous?? you pounce on that, and he's sooo for it

~starts coming home from work without a shirt more often...

"honey, i'm home," a familiar, deep voice calls from the front door.

you're sitting at the kitchen table, invested in a book, until you look up and see the art in front of you.

all toned and sweaty muscles, shirt crumples in his hand, darry looked down at you with a tired grin, brushing a kiss across your forehead as he began to take off his belt.

of course, you and your horny brain thought this was a sign.

"hell yeah!" you thought, already taking your shirt off and jumping into your boyfriend's arms.

darry looked surprised but immediately smiled at your lack of top. he carried you bridal to your shared bedroom, closing and locking it.

"missed me, huh? guess i gotta make it up to you."

~not just in a suggestive way, too.

~sometimes you'll see him look so tired that all you want to do is massage his muscles and kiss him to sleep, yknow?

you gently kneaded his shoulders, feeling the muscles under the taut skin roll as he let out a soft grunt of approval, his head nuzzling further into your chest.

"poor baby," you thought, pressing a kiss to his cheek. you trailed your hands down his arms, rubbing them soothingly.

~please take care of this man.

taglist: @agepl0yer

a/n: guys school ends in two days!!! EXAMS ARE OVER WOOHOO!!

[2knightt]

— YOU SHOWED ME LOVE .

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

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

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

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Johnny Cade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

perfect.

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

“i love you, y’know.”

Dallas Winston

“you’ll be fine.”

“i feel like ‘m bleedin’ out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

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

“nothin’. the cuts jus’ hurt,”

he lied right out of his teeth.

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

“are you sure?”

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

you cared.

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

dallas knew you were different from his other flings.

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

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

“oh, ‘m real sure, pretty.”

“dally, please.”

“please, what?”

“don’t start with me now, winston.”

Ponyboy Curtis

you were golden.

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s really pretty,”

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

his future.

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

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

he loved his future.

he loved you.

“real pretty.”

ponyboy agreed, but for a different reason.

Sodapop Curtis

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

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

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

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

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

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

but you, you were a breath of fresh air.

he needed you like he needed water.

he needs you.

he loves needing something, and he loves needing you.

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

“good night, baby. i love you.”

Darry Curtis

“oh, y/n,”

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

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

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

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

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

until you came into the photo.

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

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

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

and god knows how darry loves angels.

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

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

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

“love you, doll. i really do,”

Steve Randle

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

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

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

“i know, i know.”

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

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

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

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

“i hope you aren’t lying to me.”

“what?”

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

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

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

“maybe.”

“steve,”

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

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

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

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

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

he loved home, he really did.

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

how do you feel at home?

well, now he gets it.

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

and holy shit, he loves this feeling.

“love you. love you so, so, so much.”

Two-Bit Mathews

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

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

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

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

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

“hey, wait!”

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

“don’t go snitchin’ on me!”

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

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

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

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

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

he loved moments like this.

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

does he love you?

yes, yes he does.

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

“god, i love you, pretty.”

[greasermoon]

Fourth of July head canons 🧨 🇺🇸

✪PONYBOY: doesn’t like super loud fireworks, likes sparklers, literally brings a book to the firework display, eats a couple of hot dogs, mainly eats desserts, got burned for trying to light a sparkler

✪SODAPOP: helps Darry man the grill, but also runs rampant with Steve fighting with Roman candles, girls walk up to him and ask him to ‘light their sparklers’, literally gets invited by those same girls to come to a party later on in thanks for lighting the sparklers

✪DARRY: is literally the grill master of the group, he has all sorts of meats and eats for everyone to eat, wears an apron that says “I’LL FEED ALL YOU FUCKERS”, makes up his own seasonings and marinades, gets on to Soda and Steve for playing Roman candle wars around the grill, angrily waves spatula

✪JOHNNY: flinched when he heard the first firework of the Fourth of July season, he doesn’t like the loudness of the fireworks but likes how nice they look in the sky, he asks Darry if he needs help, is deathly afraid of lighting fireworks but will eat up burgers like crazy since he didn’t get to eat earlier

✪DALLY: feels like he got dragged out by the gang to come see fireworks, he’s not so in to this holiday, he will light one black cat and throw it at Ponyboy’s feet just to scare him though, ends up finding pleasure in fucking with people with fireworks with Two-Bit, plans on scaring his ex-Sylvia by ringing her doorbell and lighting and throwing a whole sheet of black cats on her porch before she answered the door

✪TWO-BIT: chaos, need I say more? He is literally the firework plug and will steal all of the hot dogs, brings an extra lighter for just in case, he bhob, teased Darry for his apron and called him “ma” just because Darry was making food, lights a black cat towards Steve’s ass and scares the shit out of him, have Dally the idea to scare Sylvia, he said “she deserves it”

✪STEVE: is pissed because Two threw a firecracker at his ass and chased him down for it, was playing Roman candles with Soda, he noticed that a ball from the candle wasn’t coming out so he shook it but once he stopped and threw it to the side, it came out ended up scaring the shit out of him again

[sodapop-babydoll]

a thought: Soda Curtis who has a little family of his own.

He's not there for his firstborn child's birth, or even the pregnancy. You and Soda were already in love when he was drafted and all he wanted was one thing: to marry you. To ship off to war and fight and, perhaps, die, knowing that you were his wife, the love of his life. So you borrowed a white sundress and got married in a little ceremony and had yourselves a honeymoon until it was time for him to go to war.

Your firstborn, a baby boy, was born while he was away. You wrote him every day and sent him pictures of your growing belly and the nursery and lists of baby names, his brothers took such care of you in his place. When he son was born, you sent him a picture and a long letter about how much you loved him and the baby. Holding him for the first time when he came home made living through hell worth it.

He loves his baby boy, his pride and joy. Soda's always holding him and singing to him, he's such a devoted dad. And Baby boy is his mini me, looks like Soda, acts like Soda, walks and talks like soda from them moment he starts to walkin' and talkin'. Every morning and night, Soda sings to his boy, that sweet voice drifting though the house.

"And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with you, honey and everything will build a chain of love..."

It takes time for Soda to adjust and heal after the war but, once he does, he knows what he wants: another baby. He wants to be there for you through it this time, to feel the little kicks, to build the nursery himself, he needs this. He's so delighted when you agree to it.

And delight is doubled when your healthy baby boy is revealed to have a brother: twins! And he can't stop smiling and showing people pictures of his three boys and talking on and on about his beautiful, wonderful little wife, giving him a gift like this.

It took a long, long while for Baby Boy to like his brothers...he thought they were dull as dust until they started leaning to do more and, in time, they're as thick as thieves. The twins are quieter, smaller, a little less bold then their big brother, but Soda loves that about them. He calls them his shadows because they love to follow him around the house. He's sings to them too and his voice has the same magic it did on their brother.

"In the mornin' when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell me everything is gonna be alright..."

And then comes a little surprise...you certainly weren't trying for it but out of the blue, you realize that you're having another baby and, this time, it's a baby girl.

He's youngest, his princess, his heart of hearts.

Soda's so in love with her and so are her brothers, her protectors. He tells them that its their job to help keep her safe and sound and they take that seriously. Pity the poor boy who breaks her heart because her big brothers are gonna break his bones for it.

His little girl is a pretty as her daddy is handsome, with her Hollywood princess good looks and sweet smile. He makes her flowers crowns the way his mother taught him and gives her pony rides like his dad used to do and sings away all of her bad dreams and sad times.

"Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up, love her and she'll bring you luck..."

Soda Curtis is just the happiest man in the whole damn world and it shoes. He's always smiling, always kissing you, and always singing.

Darry kind of scares the boys (just a little, he's a scary sort of guy) but Baby Girl just loves him. And because I think Darry had his own girl a little later in life, she and her cousin are close to the same age and get along great.

Pony is real close to Soda's kids but especially to one of the twins, who is moody, bookish boy with a love of movies and writing (this is also what makes Ponyboy realize that he was kind of rude as a teenager, because that kid is so much like him it's almost scary).

(because he went with strange names, just like his dad).

Baby names for the Boys: Lucky, Happy. Fox, Dream, Prince, Rabbit, Wolf/Wolfie, Bear, Shadow, Ghost, Sunny, or Star.

Baby names for the Girl: Babydoll/Baby, Honey, Sugar, Poppy, Tiger-lily, Brandy, Sweetheart, Tuesday, or Dove.

[op1umeyes]

thinkin about emotionally strong reader falling apart into bf’s arms… :,)

     He knows it’s bad when you can’t bring yourself to say anything: no witty remarks to play it off, no humble shrug to show that it didn’t phase you- not even a weak joke that you’d heard from passerby during the previous week. He would have known anyway but he knows how bad it is when you can’t hide the wobble in your chin when you meet him at the door and melt into his arms.

     The sound of your stifled cries weaken his heart because he just knows how long you’ve been trying to hold it all together. You don’t know that he sheds his own tears at your sorrow. You don’t know that he feels his own pained heart grow just a touch because you trust him enough to be able to comfort you- to run to him when there is something you really can’t make better.

     When you finally stop trying to smother out the sound of your cries, it breaks his own heart into pieces because your grief is his. He doesn’t know what to do in this pile on the floor- your arms wrapped tightly around him in fear of him leaving with one hand resting at the top of your head and the other one of his hands supporting your neck as you weep into his shoulder- so he just holds you.

     And later, when your cries turn hoarse and the tears run dry, you let him pull you to your feet. He carries you to the dark bedroom because he knows you get headaches after crying. When you still don’t say a word he goes to the kitchen and scavenges some Tylenol and a cup of water.

     He knows you don’t like to feel helpless- to feel like you need to rely on someone. But if he’s being honest, he likes being able to care for you. He likes how you curl up with your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him. He likes how you let him draw shapes on your back because you secretly love the physical touch. He likes how you let out soft sighs throughout the course of the movie because he knows you’re still awake.

     But most of all, he likes the intamacy of being the one you run to when it’s all too much because damn it all to hell if he made you feel like you weren’t free to be vulnerable with him.

[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."

[shellkissed]

Fem!Soc Reader x Jpc!Sodapop fic pls? 💕💕

Author's Note: DONATELLA I MISS UUU COME BACKK

Summer Sun

JPC!Sodapop Curtis x fem!soc reader

The house was too quiet for your birthday.

Not that you were surprised.

Your parents had left town again—something about a business merger in Chicago. You hadn’t even gotten a call this time. Just a white envelope on the kitchen counter with a check inside.

No note. No hug. No “happy birthday.”

You hadn’t cried. Not yet, anyway. You’d promised yourself this year would be different. No pity parties. No waiting by the phone. You were going to enjoy it, even if you had to pretend—

Knock knock.

You blinked.

Another knock, lighter this time, and then—

“Hey, birthday girl,” a familiar voice called through the door, low and sweet and full of mischief.

You scrambled to open it, heart already racing.

And there he was.

Sodapop Curtis, standing on your porch with sunlight tangled in his golden hair, a grin on his face, and a wild, messy bouquet in his hands—daisies, bluebells, and bright red roses wrapped in newspaper.

“For you,” he said, stepping inside like he belonged there.

You took the flowers with trembling hands. “Soda…”

“I know your folks skipped town again.” He looked you over, slow and tender. “Figured you shouldn’t spend today alone.”

Before you could thank him, his lips were on yours.

Hot. Sweet. Deep.

His hands cupped your cheeks like you were breakable, but his mouth—his mouth told a different story. It was slow and hungry, like he’d been waiting all day to get to you. Like this kiss had been building every second you were apart.

You whimpered softly against his lips, fingers twisting in the collar of his shirt. He pressed you against the wall by the front door, kissing you like it was his job, like the world might stop if he pulled away.

“God, you taste like peaches,” he muttered against your lips.

You giggled breathlessly. “I had peach tea for breakfast.”

He grinned. “I want another taste.”

And he kissed you again.

Harder.

Deeper.

Longer.

Your head spun.

But then, Soda pulled away just enough to whisper, “I’m not done spoilin’ you yet. C’mon.”

You drove through backroads, his hand never leaving yours on the bench seat of the truck. You didn’t ask where he was taking you. You didn’t care. You’d go anywhere as long as he was there.

When the trees opened up, your jaw dropped.

The lake shimmered under the setting sun—gold and orange dancing on the rippling surface. You could smell honeysuckle and warm grass and Sodapop’s cologne, all tangled together in the breeze.

“Come on, birthday girl,” he said with a wink, tossing his shirt onto the truck bed. “Water’s warm.”

You laughed, already peeling off your dress. “You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy for you,” he shot back.

The lake was cool against your skin as you waded in, waist-deep before you turned to face him.

Then he was there.

Lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist, and kissing you like he needed you to breathe. The water lapped around you, sunlit and soft, while his tongue slid against yours, slow and sinful. His hands gripped your thighs under the water, and your fingers curled in his soaked hair.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured against your throat, kissing down to your collarbone.

You didn’t have words.

Just gasps.

And the pounding of your heart.

Later, after drying off with one of Soda’s old blankets, he drove you to a little clearing he swore was “just waitin’ to be your fairytale.”

And it was.

A flower field under the stars, wildflowers in every color. Fireflies lit up like sparks in the dusk. A picnic spread sat in the middle—blanket, candles, strawberries, a little cake with your name on it.

“Soda,” you whispered, tearing up.

“I told you,” he said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You deserve more than money and silence. You deserve flowers. Magic. Love.”

You kissed him before he could say anything else—deep and slow and grateful. He pulled you into his lap, hands splayed across your back, mouths moving in sync as the stars blinked above.

And that night, in a field of flowers, Sodapop Curtis kissed you like it was the only birthday gift you’d ever need.

And maybe, just maybe… he was.

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Author's Note: we love jpc

[callme-holly]

Lemme sit on that cowboys face.

Pleas and thank you, much love 🫶🏻 (this is abt Dallas btw)

- sincerely 🫀 anon

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩 - 𝐃.𝐖

WARNINGS: face sitting, spitting, straight up smut. MINORS DNI ||۶ৎ part of the cowboy!dallas au

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

It wasn’t your intention to rile him up so much. 

Well, maybe a little. But not this much. 

You’d spent the whole day teasing him, right from the moment the sun appeared over the horizon, the heat verging on unbearable. You’d been wearing those tight little denim shorts—the ones that rise up just a little too high whenever you bend over, flashing him flirty smirks whenever he caught your eye.

And Dallas had the patience of a lit match, steadily sparking throughout the day and then finally igniting when you walked into his trailer like you owned it, swinging your leg over his and sitting in his lap like it was nothing. 

“Alright,” he growled, voice low, rough hands coming to rest on your thighs. His fingers dug into your plush skin, just enough to bruise in the morning. “You wanna be a fuckin’ tease? Let's put that mouth to good use.” 

But he didn’t want your mouth.

Oh no. He wanted you on his. 

Dallas lay back against the pillows, still grinning up at you with that dangerous smile that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach twist itself into knots. “You ever sit on a cowboy’s face, sweetheart?” 

The mere thought of it made your cheeks heat up. “No…” 

He tutted, and before you could say anymore he pulled you close, unbuttoning your shorts with deft fingers, pulling them off of you with such ease it pained you. Your shirt went next, discarded idly across the room, landing in a creased pile you’d find later. 

One hand tucked itself behind his head, the other motioning lazily for you to come closer, finger crooking slightly. 

“Come on, doll. Saddle up.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you pause, the sentence so utterly enticing yet filthy that it sent a jolt right through you, your hairs standing up. Your thighs trembled as you hovered over him, knees digging into the mattress and your hands sought purchase on the rickety old headboard. 

“Dal—” 

But your hesitation wears his patience down and he clicks his tongue, hands finding your thighs once more, pulling you down onto him so abruptly you gasp. 

And then that turns into a moan. 

He groans against you, dragging you down until you’re practically smothering him, his mouth hot and open against you, tongue lapping like he was starving and you were the last meal around for miles. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growled between licks. “Taste so fucking good…” 

A whine leaves you and your hips rock against his mouth, knuckles white as your grip on the headboard tightens. His hands roam, rough and desperate, fingers digging into your ass, holding you right where he wants you, guiding and controlling. 

He moves your hips slow, rolling them in little circles while his tongue works you over, flicking and curling, dragging a long, filthy stripe right up the centre of you. 

And when he sucked your clit and moaned into you, the vibrations seeming to pass right through you… You saw stars. 

“Come on…” He rasped, voice rough. “Use me, darlin’...” 

You whimpered, louder this time, rolling your hips with more purpose, more vigour, grinding down on his tongue, his nose brushing your clit just right. He spat once—filthy and wet—his licks becoming more greedy, more demanding. 

That tips you over the edge; you come like a wild thing, head thrown back, thighs locked around his head, movements growing sloppy and stuttered as your thighs tremble. 

And yet he didn’t stop. 

He licked you through it, dragging his tongue across your twitching cunt until you were gasping and squirming above him.

“One more,” he muttered, sounding wrecked. “Gimme one more, sweetheart. C’mon…” 

Three. You give him three more before he finally lets you go, grinning as you melt against his chest in a broken, pleading, trembling mess. 

His chin is glistening with your slick, hands roaming your back, touch more tender than before. 

“Not so cocky anymore, hm?” 

You merely slap his chest in response, unable to utter anything more than a whine. 

||۶ৎ dallas masterlist

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[dearsnow]

Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

//

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

//

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

//

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

//

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

[mayfieldss]

Greaser boys reactions to you wearing their clothes

Darry Curtis:

He doesn’t want to admit how much it affects him when he sees you wearing his things. But he can’t deny that it does definitely make him feel something. Stronger maybe.

When Darry strolls into the kitchen late in the evening he isn’t expecting you to be in there at all, let alone to see you cooking in his shirt. His girl, his wonderful girl wearing one of his button ups, and smiling as he enters the room. It’s a little big on you, and one sleeve drops off your shoulder as you move toward him, lifting your arms ready for a hug.

“Hey doll,” he mumbles against your lips when you kiss him. The perfect antidote for his terrible day at work. “S’that my shirt?” He tugs at the fabric near the hem, fingers running over the old stitching.

“Mhm, is that problem?” You’re looking at him with genuine concern, as if you would take it off in an instant if he asked. But no, he definitely wants his shirt to stay on you.

“No, no problem doll. Just wondering.” He steps back, taking you in. “You look good.”

“Thank you.” You wink at him, a smile growing as Darrel steps back up toward you. He looks over your shoulder at the meal you’re making, and he’s glad there’s someone looking out for him.

“What’re you cooking?”

You glance back at the stove, shrugging his shirt back onto your shoulders. “Just you wait and see.”

~

Sodapop Curtis:

He’s so happy to see you when you show up at the DX on his lunch break that he practically runs out the door to meet you.

“Hey honey, what’re you doing here?” He damn near slams into you as he comes to a stop.

“I came to see you.” You say it likes it’s obvious because honestly, it kind of is. You don’t have a car, so you don’t need gas for it. Why else would you be at the station?

A smile grows on Soda’s face as he hears this news “Oh.” He leans down to kiss you, soft and sweet, “I’m glad you’re here.” He says when he pulls away.

Before you can respond, a car honks its horn at you, the driver signaling at you to get the hell out of the way so he can get his gas. “We better move.” Soda mumbles, tugging you along and over to the front wall of the DX. He leans against it, handsome as ever, happy to be with his girl.

Unfortunately the sun is a lot brighter on this side of the station. You’re squinting up at him, and without thinking, you pull his DX uniform cap off his head and put it onto your own. Instantly, you can see him better, his hair messy from the hat on it moments before. But his expression now, makes you chuckle.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, unable to stop yourself. The middle Curtis brother laughs, reaching up and adjusting the cap on your head.

“You look cute, is all. Wearing my stuff.” He tucks your hair near the front of your face underneath the cap so he can see you better, and you can’t stop a grin from forming at his gentle touch.

“Does it suit me?” You tilt your head to show off the DX label on the top of the cap, “you reckon they would hire me?”

Soda’s eyes crinkle at the edges, his smile shining off his face. “I’d sure as hell give you the job.” He mumbles, pulling you closer to him. He’s missed you since he started taking on more shifts to help Darry.

“Great,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “When do I start?”

“Right now.” Soda tilts his head so he can reach your lips underneath the cap, kissing you again, this time without interruption. He leans back further against the wall, pulling you with him and lifting you up. It always feels like a movie, the way he kisses you. It feels like true love bottled up and poured out with his touches.

It almost pains him to pull away from you and check his watch. “You wanna come inside? My breaks almost up.” He’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, unable to get over just how good you look in a piece of his uniform.

You would follow him anywhere, and you let him lead you through the doors of the DX, waving at Steve on your way in.

“Well look who it is!” Steve says when he sees you, knowing just how bad Soda’s withdrawals from you have been since he started working more.

“Hey Steve,” you smile at him, heading over to the counter to give him a hug. “You been keeping my boy company?”

Soda’s stomach flips as you call him ‘your boy’. Being yours means a lot to him.

“I’ve been trying to keep him entertained” Steve responds, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Nice cap by the way.”

You tilt it toward him. “Thank you.” Before you look over Steve’s shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I should leave you boys to it, huh?”

Soda doesn’t want you to, and it must be clear on his face because you move away from Steve and grab his face in your hands. “I’ll see you tonight.” You don’t know how you’ll make it to his place by the time his shift ends, but you’ll find a way.

“Yeah?” He relishes in the way your hands feel on his face, the skin on skin contact he’s been craving for days.

You nod, and push him behind the counter. “Yeah, now get back to work you slacker.”

He laughs, and so does Steve.

“Okay, yes ma’am.”

Before you go, you pull his hat off your head and place it back onto his. “You’ll need that.” You say, smiling wide to match Soda’s own expression.

He reaches over the counter and brushes your hair back into place. It’s a sweet gesture, him fixing your hair. It’s intimate, and you miss him already despite not having left yet.

The bell rings on the door behind you, signalling a customers entry. “That’s my cue, keep up the hard work boys.” You take yourself to the door, and wave them both goodbye.

As you leave, Soda’s eyes trail after you remembering your sweet eyes underneath the brim of the cap he currently wears. It smells faintly of your shampoo, and he pulls it down tighter onto his head. He never wants to take it off.

~

Dally Winston:

Dallas Winston loves when you wear his clothes. He’s been very open about it in the past, and he isn’t shy about parading you around when you wear his things. Today though, he’s just a smitten boy, with endless teasing and flirting up his sleeve.

As of right now, Dally is leaning against someone’s car—something expensive looking that he probably shouldn’t be touching—with you in front of him, just glad to be there.

He is just about to ask you what you want to do when he sees a light shiver run over you, and despite the cold and dark exterior he’s curated, Dally instantly shrugs off his jacket. “You cold, hun?”

“I’m fine Dally. Don’t worry about me.” You try and brush it off but He’s already putting the jacket around your shoulders, layering you up against the chill in the breeze.

“Damn right you’re fine, that’s why I can never stop staring at ya.”

You laugh at his shamelessness, and put your arms into the sleeves of his jacket. It’s old and worn but it smells like him. Of smoke and earth. Like the scent you notice when rain hits the pavement.

“Well, look at you.” Dally is eyeing you up in his jacket, eyes scanning over every detail as if he’s memorising you for something later. “Looking good, baby.”

He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, the kind that suggests he’s thinking about a lot of things he shouldn’t be. He puts his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans and pulls you closer, tucking his face into your neck and tickling you there with little bites and kisses.

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing something right now?” You struggle to get the words out when he’s distracting you like this, and he chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

“I am doing something.” He pulls back from your neck with one final kiss in the space under your earlobe. “You can join in if you want.”

His eyes move over you again, and his voice lowers “don’t know why I’ve never put this on you before.” He mumbles, adjusting the collar of his jacket on you. “You’re looking like my lady a little extra right now.”

You don’t really know what he means by it, but the way he says it makes your heart pound nonetheless. “I guess I’ve just never been all that cold before.” You shrug and the leather shifts on your shoulders.

Dally leans further back onto the car that isn’t his, practically sitting on the hood of the thing. He guides you to stand between his legs, and you stand over him, running your hands through his hair. He tries not to close his eyes at the touch, if only to keep looking at you in his clothes, but he’s not use to the kind of soft affection you give him. He’s not sure he ever will be.

“It’s comfy,” you say, looking down at the jacket you wear.

“Keep it.” He says it suddenly, and even though he loves the jacket, and it might be his favourite one, he likes it better on you.

“I can’t keep it Dally.” You protest, your hands placed firm on his shoulders. You squeeze gently, releasing some of the tension he holds there, and he slide his arms around your middle in appreciation.

“Yeah you can. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

“I’m not taking your jacket from you Dal, but I’ll wear it whenever you want if that makes you feel good.” You compromise, a cheeky grin sliding its way onto his lips as you do.

“That makes me feel real good sweetheart.”

A group of Soc’s walks past then, and Dally can’t help but show you off a bit, turning a little so if they look they can see what you’re wearing. It’s so clearly his by the way it fits on your frame and he wants them to know that.

They might have cash and fancy cars. Their houses might hold chandeliers and mahogany furniture, but Dally is richer than all of them combined with you by his side.

He moves his gaze away from the Soc’s that pass, turning back to you. He stands, sliding his hands around to your lower back underneath the jacket.

“Let’s go somewhere nice, huh?”

The way you’re looking at him, like he’s worthy of all the positive attention in the world makes his chest feel warm. “Anywhere is nice with you.” You say, and he’s surprised by just how badly he needed to hear that.

“Okay then, that gives us a lot of options.” The joke is light, as he starts walking with you toward nowhere in particular.

You lean into him, and he has to adjust the way he strides to accommodate for it, but he doesn’t mind one bit.

“I like wearing your clothes Dallas.” You say out of the blue, his full name taking him off guard. It sounds good when you say it though, not like the scolding way the cops call it out.

“You do huh? That’s good.”

“I like feeling like I’m yours.” You spill, deciding that if the world were to end tomorrow, you’d want him to know the little things like this.

Lucky for you, he wants to know those little things too. Dallas Winston is stone cold, tougher than most, but right now, walking through the streets that have never felt like home before—he’s in love.

OUTSIDERS TAGLIST: empty :(

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @bonesnplywood @s00buwu

[2knightt]

Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! the greasers are totally obsessed!

tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.

Dallas Winston

WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO

“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”

dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.

when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!

actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.

LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID

like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.

“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”

“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”

“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”

“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”

THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO

like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.

“look, it’s your girlfriend.”

“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”

—

“GO SEE HER!”

“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”

“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”

“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”

—

“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”

“who?”

“your wife…”

“can you NOT.”

despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.

his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.

lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO

“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”

“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”

“alright, cool.”

‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.

Johnny Cade

‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’

“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”

“o-oh—it’s alright.”

‘well, shit.”

he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭

the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(

HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker

WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA

what a little freak

anyways

he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’

johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.

“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”

side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation

“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“

“😒🤨”

“alright.”

he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.

“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”

—

“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.

Ponyboy Curtis

‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’

HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT

ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!

yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE

the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-

two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.

it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!

“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”

“shut up!”

“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”

“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”

ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.

two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.

soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.

“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”

—

“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda

“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit

“just go tell her, man.” - johnny

does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.

HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!

Sodapop Curtis

delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶

swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love

sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic

cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯

when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO

STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME

“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”

“no??? you weirdo???”

“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”

“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”

“OKAY🥰🥰”

stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!

SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA

or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1

he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already

whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.

“jus’ take it.”

“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”

“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”

he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.

WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.

steve hates his rambles

“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”

“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”

Darry Curtis

nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.

they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO

darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!

BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT

darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!

“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”

“….we just went?”

“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”

does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.

HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT

like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.

darry’s fucking down like that.

AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL

flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING

megara + hercules methink…..

you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!

he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.

darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.

like maybe too obvious idk.

Steve Randle

HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU

“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”

geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’

you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU

and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..

soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE

“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”

“bro, shut up!”

steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO

tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.

dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”

and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3

Two-bit Mathews

he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking

he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions

two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’

he’s not the brightest but it’s okay

HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO

“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”

shit like that

two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.

DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO

they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”

just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)

follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.