#socs x greasers x reader

[d8nielaa]

Hii love!!!!

You should do another fic that's like Friday night at the drive in because I loved the dan berry one !!😭💝

Authors Note: HI ANONNNNNN yes ofc I will write this for you!! ill give 2 dollars if anyone can guess my favorite song from the outsiders soundtrack..

Friday at the Drive In

socs x greasers x reader

The night air was crisp, the smell of popcorn and soft drinks wafting through the air, blending with the sound of a distant engine starting. The drive-in movie theater was full, but not as full as the hearts of the people who filled it. On a night like this, it wasn’t just the movies that were making the rounds. It was the chatter, the laughter, the company.

You were sitting on the hood of your car, a soft smile on your lips as you looked over the gathering crowd. Around you were both Socs and Greasers—people who, under normal circumstances, would never cross paths. But they did for you.

Your name was a whispered comfort among all who knew you, and even those who didn’t. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and a person who could make anyone feel seen, you had this way of pulling people in.

“Hey, Y/N!�� The call was from Cherry Valance, her laughter carrying over as she slipped onto the seat next to you. “You saved me a spot?”

“Always, Cherry.” You gave her a warm smile, your voice gentle and calming as it always was. Cherry leaned in, looking around at the people gathered.

“It’s crazy how everyone’s getting along tonight, huh? Even the Greasers are talking to us!”

Your eyes lit up as you watched the boys from your side of town mingle with the Greasers. You didn’t care that people sometimes judged them. The Greasers, like the Socs, were just people. They each had their own stories, their own struggles, and you loved hearing about all of them.

"Yeah… I guess you could say I have that effect on people," you teased with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

She laughed too, the sound light and airy. "No kidding. But seriously, I think it's because you're so easy to talk to. You don't care who they are."

Your eyes softened as you looked over at the Greasers, seeing Dally talking to Ponyboy while Johnny shyly looked on, and Two-Bit laughing over a joke. Even Ace, the only girl in the Greaser crowd, was talking to Steve.

You hopped down from the hood of your car and wandered over to them, your presence a quiet warmth that caused a shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t about making everyone comfortable—it was simply about being there.

"Hey, everyone," you greeted, your voice a soft hum of familiarity.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ponyboy waved.

“Here comes our favorite Soc,” Two-Bit grinned, leaning back in his chair, tipping his cap to you. "I swear, you’re like a secret weapon or something."

Ace smirked as she kicked back against the side of the car, crossing her arms but her eyes still soft. “What’s up, Y/N? I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

"Never," you laughed, playfully nudging her. "You know I like to talk to everyone."

"Yeah, you do. But you’re the only Soc I actually don’t mind hanging out with." Ace had a way of teasing, but there was genuine warmth in her words, too. You had a way of making even the toughest of people soften up.

“You guys are fun to hang out with,” you said, settling in beside her. You glanced up at the sky for a moment, letting the stars remind you of how small the world could feel sometimes, yet, tonight, it felt so big with all the love surrounding you.

“Some of us are better than others,” Dally muttered under his breath, though it was clear he wasn’t really upset. You simply smiled, knowing he didn’t mean any harm.

"Shut up, Dal," Steve shot back, grinning. "We know you love her."

“You guys are too much,” you said, rolling your eyes in the most charming way possible. “I’m just here to enjoy the movie.”

“You’re the best,” Johnny mumbled, his smile shy but sincere. You gave him a gentle nod, your kindness going unnoticed by no one, especially not Johnny, who always appreciated when people treated him with gentleness.

The conversation shifted easily, from the latest gossip at school to the best movies to watch at the drive-in. The Greasers didn’t usually have a lot of fun on these nights, but when you were around, it was different. Even Ace found herself lightening up around you, finding an easy connection that didn’t feel forced.

Soon enough, the movie started, but the buzz of conversations didn’t quiet down entirely. The group shifted and leaned against the hoods of cars, still in their tight-knit circles of comfort—only now, those circles were slightly more intertwined.

As the night went on, you found yourself moving between both sides of the group, effortlessly bridging the gap that seemed insurmountable for most.

“I still don’t get how you do it,” Cherry said, leaning in toward you as the credits rolled on the screen. “You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.”

You chuckled softly, your cheeks warming. “I don’t do anything, really. I just listen, you know? I like hearing what people have to say, no matter where they come from.”

Cherry smirked. “You’re like some sort of diplomat or something.”

“More like a peaceful peacemaker,” you teased. “But hey, it works.”

As the night ended, the sky had darkened completely, and everyone was starting to head out. But there was an unspoken feeling that lingered. The bonds that had formed tonight weren’t fleeting. They were genuine. The Greasers, the Socs—they were all people. And tonight, you made sure they remembered that.

When you finally said goodbye to everyone, Ace pulled you aside, her usual tough exterior softened. “Hey… you’re really something, Y/N. Don’t change, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised with a smile, gently squeezing her hand. “You’re one of my favorites too, Ace. Don’t forget that.”

She rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her face. “I won’t.”

As you walked away, you glanced back at the mix of Socs and Greasers lingering in the parking lot, the warmth of their affection still wrapped around you like a blanket. You were their bridge, their quiet, understanding force. You didn’t need to be loud or boastful—you were enough just by being you.

And that was more than enough.

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Authors Note: guys im so ready for my birthday

[d8nielaa]

I don’t know if your taking requests but I was wondering if you could write greaser/Soc and reader as kids. Very fluffy, very kid like with the younger greaser x young readers, (10 and under), very childish but very sweet. Feel free to ignore if you’re not taking requests!

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Authors Note: yes of courseee! my requests are always open-i just take a while to get to them-lmao

"You got Greasers and Socs, and that's how it's always been.

Greasers + Socs x fem!reader

⚠️ Reader is not a Greaser or a Soc- she is middle class.

Ever since you were little, you were told to never go into Tulsa. You lived in another town just thirty minutes away-walking of course.

But at the ripe age of 8, where curiosity is the only thing on a child's mind, you made the trek to the Greaser and Soc filled town, wondering what was ahead.

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After crossing the first set of train tracks, you wandered into what seemed like heaven.

There were houses, all of which looked the same.

Tall and screaming "money".

You looked around, seeing all the mustangs, and boys wearing madras.

You saw girls your age, in creamy white sweaters and light pink dresses.

Everyone was so prim and proper.

You were in so much awe that you didn't see someone approaching you.

You accidentally bumped into them, and immediately went into panic mode.

"I-im sorry!-" You turned as you saw a girl, she looked like she was about ten or eleven.

She had cherry red hair, and a pretty knee length dress, with white shoes and a gold dainty necklace.

"Hiya! I'm Sherri-but everybody calls me Cherry because of my hair!" She said, her voice so overwhelmingly welcoming and sweet.

"Oh, hi. I'm Y/N"

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Ever since that day, you and Cherry were as thick as thieves. She introduced you to her other friends, Beverly and Marcia, and you four became the best group the West side had ever seen.

Cherry would always dress you up, a smile on her face as she'd show you around the town.

Marcia would always catch you up on the latest gossip every time you were in town, but made sure you were never involved in anything too scandalous for 8 and 10 year olds.

Beverly, well she would always talk about boys, and would try to set you up with them. Even though you didn't really want anyone at the age of 8, you appreciated the effort she was giving.

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One day, the three of you went to the towns drive-in. You were walking when you bumped into someone.

What is it with you bumping into people?

You turned around, an apologetic smile on your face.

"Sorry!-" You let out, before tilting your head in confusion.

It was a boy, he looked like he was also ten.

He had a big dopey grin on his face, and splotches of dirt on his arms and face. He was missing a tooth, but he looked happy.

Over the course of your time with the Soc's, you saw how they had fun.

You saw how they made fun of people who were "below them", and saw them take their daddy's alcohol and their mama's cigarettes.

And you saw how the girls constantly wanted and desired to be perfect, putting on a show.

The Soc's were prim and proper.

But they weren't perfect.

Neither was the guy you were looking at right now.

But he actually looked like he was happy with hi life, even if he didn't have everything that a Soc had.

You stood there, glancing back at the girls before turning back to the boy.

"I'm- i'm Sodapop! but you can just call me Soda!" he said, his grin widening as he saw a small smile creeping up on your face.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you." You replied, extending your hand for him to shake.

For an 8 year old, you had some pretty good manners.

"How come I've never seen you around before?" He asked, immediately returning the shake with slight excitement and aggression.

"I'm not from Tulsa, I'm from the town thirty minutes away." You said, smiling politely.

"Ohhhhhh...so where is that?"

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Ever since that day, you made more friends.

You had both the Greasers and Socs on your side.

It was as if you were the peace between the two social classes, at the age of 8.

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When you were with the Greasers, you realized just how much fun one could have with nothing.

That sounded mean, but it was true.

They would run through the streets everyday, causing mischief with smiles on their faces.

And you'd be right there with them. A bright and wide smile planted on your face.

You'd all run around, doing cartwheels and flips and playing tag. It was perfect, and it just felt right.

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With the Soc's, you'd also have fun.

Most of the talks you heard when you were in the neighborhood were about money, cars, clothes, school and etc.

It was stuff you really didn't care for, but, if it made them happy it was all that mattered.

You hung out with Cherry, Marcia and Beverly, and everyone else who came along. You'd meet them at Cherry's house an hour after school.

In which you had to spend thirty minutes of that hour actually getting to Tulsa.

Then you guys would do all the fun stuff.

Play with dolls, tea parties and watch movies.

And maybe everything wasn't great, every now and then they'd get into petty 10 year old fights, ones that you and Ponyboy didn't quite understand, but if you were happy (which you were) then everyone else was happy.

Hopefully it would stay that way.

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Authors Note: my back hurts help