#sodapop curtis x reader

[zvdvdlvr]

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.

[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.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

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

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

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

PONYBOY CURTIS

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

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

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

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

JOHNNY CADE

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

He kissed you and immediately noticed your flavoured lipgloss.

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

Now you know to wear that lip gloss more often.

SODAPOP CURTIS

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

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

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

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

STEVE RANDLE

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

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

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

He’s ruining your lipgloss all the way after that

TWO-BIT MATHEWS 

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

Little did he know they’re actually flavoured. 

You picked his favorite flavour and kissed him and hes floored

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

DARRY CURTIS

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

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

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

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

DALLAS WINSTON

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

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

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

Tells you to wear that more often

[softfem-dom]

look at me, I'm sandra dee the outsiders headcanons

synopsis :

what would happen if Ponyboy Curtis had a twin sister? with her curling iron, checkered dresses, baking recipes and nail polish.. how would the gang deal with a sandy olson bloke?

or headcanons for being the only Curtis' sister.

worcount : 1,4k — masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post

tags/warnings : third person pov, cuss words, canon-violence, typical sexist female steryotipes, 60's view in feminity, the gang (*cough**cough* Dallas and Steve *cough**cough*) bullying her in a friendly manner, the reader is kinda like sandy from grease.

The whole gang was sitting on the couch of the Curtis' living room, the TV playing Mickey Mouse. It was silent except for the sound of Darry cooking in the kitchen. Or that was until.. "DALLAS WINSTON!!!" your voice boomed across the whole house, just as all the greasers in the living room snapped their heads in the direction of your room Dallas came running through the hall while laughing his ass off. He was holding your curling iron in one of his hands, the cable pretty much flying behind him with how quick he was running. "I don't know no Dallas Winston, princess!" was his yelled out reply before he disappeared into the kitchen. It wasn't even two seconds before they saw you running hot on his trail, half of your hair neatly done and the other still without styling. "hey!" that was Darry's voice. "what the hell are you two gooses doing?!?"

⮞ to say you're shielded would be an understatement.

⮞ ever since you were born, as the only babygirl in the household, both your brothers and your parents have taken care of you.

⮞ yeah, you fought with Ponyboy a lot in your toddler years —especially about your toys, but you all cared for each other.

⮞ and now that you're in the gang, it's like the protectiveness has multiplied enormously.

⮞ as the only girl in the group, you're the designated babysitter for Two-Bit's little sister if he ever has to bring her along. ^you'll both be in your room, doing her hair or painting her nails. ^she adores you.

⮞ the gang bullies you in a friendly way, and I mean that Dallas likes to make fun of your girly things (nail polish, curlers, plushies, etc)

⮞ Darry does all the cooking in the house, but you do the baking.

⮞ Steve loves you.

⮞ like he loves you a lot.

⮞ whenever the gang comes by to hang out at the house, you've baked or are baking something sweet for all of them to eat and he devours your chocolate cake like a fucking animal.

⮞ they all smoke like two packs of cancer sticks a day, but god forbid you ever touch one of those Darry'll cut your hand off.

⮞ you're not allowed to smoke or drink. ^Dallas has sneaked you a few cans of beer sometimes.

⮞ one time Dallas made fun of you for the faces you pulled while putting on mascara and the next second he had Steve and Soda holding him down forcefully as you put mascara on him. ^he was full on kicking and squirming around like the girl in the exorcist and screaming as if you were burning him 💀

⮞ since then he keeps his traps shut about you and your make-up.

⮞ you're actually Johnny's favourite out of the whole gang btw.

⮞ you're calm, and giggly and spend your time doing unharmful and enjoyable things that he'd take over fighting anyday.

⮞ he likes to sit on your bed, reading one of your books, while you curl your hair or put on make-up.

⮞ Ponyboy is your forced and reluctant fashion man that will tell you "yeah, it looks good, like the one before" when you show him an outfit.

⮞ Soda's your biggest hypeman though, he'll actually tell you some pretty good advice on what looks better on you.

⮞ Darry won't admit it, but when you dress in something frilly or pink it gives him nostalgia of when you were a 6 year-old toddler running around on your glittery pink princess dresses.

⮞ We all know Soda is the middle man between Darry and Pony all the time. You, on the other hand, are never taken into account in their discussions.

⮞ Sad but true, they don't really hold your opinions as that important because you "don't know how the world works"

⮞ Steve and Dallas are always teasing you like those annoying gossip aunts in the Christmas dinner asking about a boyfriend.

⮞ they don't know you're staying clear of boys for your eldest brother's sake. Darry really doesn't need the additional stress of you being with some boy he doesn't know that well.

⮞ Anytime Tim comes to the house for whatever he'll give you clothes from his sister or stuff that she's grown out like a specific colour of nail polish or whatever.

⮞ you're not allowed to go to the rumbles, firstly because Ponyboy isn't either due to age and because you're a girl.

⮞ greasers don't pick fights with society girls, but society boys do pick fights with greaser girls.

⮞ you've got a curfew, and Darry will get even more worried than when he did with Pony if you ever get late.

⮞ you've got princess treatment from Soda and Steve whenever you drop by at the gas station to keep them company.

⮞ they tell you to just 'sit there and be pretty' (referring to the counter) whenever one of them has to go attend a customer.

⮞ you've actually, embarassingly so, when you were

younger had a huge crush on Dallas.

⮞ you were 10 and he was the handsome bad boy that tugged on your ponytails, what were you supposed to do?

⮞ he found out three years later, once you no longer where crushing on him, because Two-Bit ran his mouth too much and now he mocks you on it and calls you all kinds of nicknames just for funsies.

⮞ god forbid any of the boys hurts you with an insensitive comment because Darry will knock their teeth out of their mouths without hesitation.

⮞ one time Two-Bit said that your dress looked dumb while he was drunk and Darry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him to apologise to you and tell you that your dress was really pretty.

⮞ talking about dresses and Darry, he always measures that your skirt goes at least two fingers over your knee before letting you go out lol.

⮞ overall they just act like a bunch of overprotective —and idiotic— older brothers.

softfem-dom© do not repost!!

[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!

--

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."

[callme-holly]

Can you do gang with reader under anesthesia and she forgets they’re dating <33

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚]

𝐚/𝐧 : this is a little messy im so sorry. the idea tho is top tier and if my head wasn't so messy rn i coulda cooked up something great <33

Darry Curtis - 

Darry would probably be both amused and concerned. He wouldn’t leave your side at all, and when you finally come to and turn to look at him with the most confused expression ever, he can’t help but chuckle. When you ask who he is, he’d be very calm and patient, speaking to you in the most gentle voice ever and answering all your questions (even the absurd ones).  Despite his amusement, he is very glad when the anesthesia starts wearing off and you finally recognise who he is.

“You’re my boyfriend?” Your eyes widen a little in surprise, and you tilt your head, earning a small laugh from Darry in response. He nods, reaching over to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face. “Sure am, darlin’... How’re you feeling?”  You nod slowly, still a little in shock, your words still slightly slurred. “Much better now I know that.” 

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda wouldn’t know whether to be hurt or amused by your sudden behaviour. When you finally wake up, squinting at him and asking if he’s your “super hot doctor,” he’d be a little stunned for a moment before bursting out into laughter.  He will tease you the whole time and find your reaction to figuring out he’s you’re boyfriend far too amusing. He won’t ever let you live this down, that’s for sure. 

“Are you my doctor?” Soda freezes at your question, tilting his head slightly, before bursting out into laughter, shaking his head. “No, baby. I’m your boyfriend.” he replies, only laughing harder at the confused expression on your face.  “No way,” you slur. “You’re way too good-looking. How’d I pull this off?” 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony would be totally flustered when you don’t recognise him. He’d try his best to stay calm about it, but the second you ask who he is, he’d get a little worried. He’d do his best to reassure you, trying to patiently explain that he’s you’re boyfriend, not a super young doctor, but you’re disbelief has him stumbling. When the anesthesia does wear off, he’d be so relieved, and he'll probably blush anytime someone brings it up.

“Wait… you’re my boyfriend?” you slur, narrowing your eyes supiciouly at him. “You look pretty young.” Pony swallows heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I mean, we’re the same age.”  You lean a little closer, squinting in disbelief. “You age well then…” 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny would handle the situation with nothing but patience and care. When you don’t recognise him at first, he’d be a little hurt, but quickly gets over it when he realises you don’t mean it. He’d sit close beside you, reassuring you that he’s your boyfriend and chuckling every time you deny it. 

“You’re really cute,” you mumble, blinking up at him. “Are you my nurse?” Johnny flushes slightly, shaking his head quickly. “No, y/n… I’m your boyfriend.” Your brows furrow, and you lean back, pausing for a moment before shrugging. “Lucky me.” 

Dallas Winston - 

Dally would be a little caught off guard at first. He’d probably assume your joking and might play along, but when he realises you’re deadly serious, he gets a little defensive and will try to jog your memory. You forgetting he’s your boyfriend is a big blow to his ego. He will tease you about it for the rest of your life, and the second you wake up, he’ll be all smug like he wasn’t freaking out two seconds ago.

“Who’re you?” you slur, looking up at him suspiciously. “You’re not my boyfriend. My boyfriend is way tougher than you.” Dallas raises a brow and chuckles. “Oh yeah? And what do you think I am, some sweet country boy?”  You can only stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “You’re to pretty lookin’ to be tough.”  And, for once in his life. Dally is speechless. Pretty? Yeah right… “Damn, doll. They really messed you up, huh?” 

Steve Randle - 

Steve wouldn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed when you don’t recognise him. He’d probably find the humour in the situation, making a saractic response, but there’s still a petty part of him that’s upset by your lack of recognition. Once the anaesthesia starts wearing off, he’ll be incredibly relieved, checking you’re okay and you feel fine before giving you a hard time (all lighthearted, of course; he can’t be made at you.)

“Are you sure you’re my boyfriend?” You ask, looking him up and down with an incredulous expression. Steve smirks, leaning back a little and crossing his arms. “Yeah, baby. I am. What did you forget about me or something?” “No.” You retort sharply, narrowing your eyes. “My boyfriend just isn’t greasy and covered in car oil.”  Steve snorts and shakes his head, grasping your hand gently. “You’re lucky I like you…” he whispers. 

Two-bit Mathews - 

Two would not be hurt in the slightest. The second you ask who he is, he can’t help but laugh loudly, playing along and cracking jokes. He is entirely unbothered by your confusion and will spend the entire time trying to convince you into believing some wild stories. When you finally do figure out who he is, he'll act all smug about it, teasing you more until the anesthesia finally wears off.

“You’re telling me that you’re my boyfriend?” you ask, words slurred and confused. Two-bit grins widely, crossing his arms and nodding. “You bet, baby. I’m the best you’ve ever had!” You squint, looking a little doubtful. “I don’t know… You seem kinda goofy. My boyfriend is actually funny.”  He can’t help but laugh, pressing a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “Well… If that ain’t a way to treat the man of your dreams, I don’t know what is…”  

[anifever]

Gang w/ a Sandy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : HC’s of the gang with a reader who’s like Sandy Olsson from Grease

A/N : This doesn’t mean specifically being Australian, blonde, white, blah blah- just her personality and stuff 😭 anyways I watch grease at least once a month

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🎙️ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ He thinks you’re precious

୨ Probably not the type of person he thought he’d end up with, but he doesn’t care

୨ On the contrary, could’ve been a high school sweetheart situation where he played football and you did cheer teehee

୨ Anyways, no matter when he first met you happened to be, he was mainly worried about how you’d handle the boys LMAO

୨ Tells the guys off whenever they tease you about something

୨ You kind of remind him of his mom which is comforting (not in a weird way, go away Sigmund Freud)

୨ That being said, you become somewhat of a mother figure over the group

୨ Ponyboy looks up to you a lot, Johnny loves how nice you are, and Soda thinks talking to you is refreshing

୨ Overall, he’s happy that you also bring them so much comfort

୨ Him wearing a light blue button-up shirt to match one of your lil’ pastel blue dresses 😋😋

୨ Fussing when they all come back from a rumble- you would’ve been extremely against the idea in the first place

୨ Getting sick when you see the blood all over him

୨ Him assuring you he’s fine but still freaking out, but you take a breather and try to help clean him up nonetheless

୨ You’re really good at helping him relax wether it’s massaging his shoulders or cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood

୨ He’s overall really protective over you

୨ If you ever asked to go watch a rumble, which would be unrealistic anyways, he’d immediately refuse and die on that hill

୨ He also really likes that you’re still able to stand your ground and speak your mind

୨ He ALSO likes that you have manners, it’s the bare minimum but it makes him love you more

Two-Bit

୨ Says the NASTIEST stuff to you just to see your reactions

୨ Has definitely pulled the thing he did with Marcia where he playfully offers her tobacco

୨ You were at a party either he or your friend dragged you along to or something and he offered to get you a beer but you said you didn’t drink

୨ He then offered you a cig and you hastily declined and he was just like “You’re real pure, ain’t ya baby?”

୨ Some clip of Elvis performing came on the TV once and you got all flustered/uncomfortable and he got giggly about it

୨ Anyways, his little sister thinks you’re an angel

୨ She’s always talking about your perfectly styled hair, painted nails, pretty outfits, etc

୨ He responds pretty coolly when she does it with a lil’ grin, but he’s so proud of himself on the inside

୨ Imagine having tea parties with her and him just watching from the doorway with a lovey dovey smile ARGGAHAHAGAG

୨ If someone dares to call you stuff like “wet blanket” or a “goody goody” he will be coming for them HARD

୨ The insults would be so creative

୨ He’s probably convinced you to drink just once and you threw up immediately after

୨ Never again.

Steve

୨ Absolutely thought you were a prude at first

୨ Even after he got to know you better, he still teased you about it

୨ One-sided enemies to lovers 😇😇

୨ You coming into the DX and him just mumbling under his breath while Soda rings you up

୨ Then proceeds to gossip about you after you leave; not without you giving them both a big smile and filling the tip jar first

୨ “Ain’t ever seen a girl that cheery. She apparently hasn’t even kissed anybody, y’know that? 🙄” and Soda’s just like “Man, who cares..”

୨ Soda slowly notices how much he talks about you and realizes what’s happening

୨ He brought it up and Steve was like “NUH-UH”

୨ Even with that, it was extremely obvious

୨ He constantly stares at you whenever you come into the store, he sees you at school, or just anywhere in general

୨ Anyways yada yada he finally asked you out after some subtle flirting that slowly became more obvious

୨ EVERYBODY is surprised

୨ An innocent, friendly soc with a greaser mechanic who does backflips off of cars; not a common pairing

୨ If you ever happened to swear ONCE, he’d have a field day

୨ A “damn,” “hell,” or “shit” slips out and it’s like someone died- he’ll never let it go

୨ He’s the type to tease you then get pissed when someone else joins in

୨ He’s “Only I’m allowed to do that” in the flesh

Dallas

୨ Caught off guard at first

୨ Deadass didn’t believe anyone could be as big of a goody-two-shoes as you are

୨ Fs teases you but you slowly grow on him- he sees the innocence as a challenge (not surprising)

୨ Found out you didn’t even have pierced ears and was like ?????

୨ Dare I say he’s a Kenickie variant

୨ Then again, the scene where Danny’s like “I don’t do parents” when Sandy asks him to come over is so him too

୨ Knocked on your window in the middle of the night and saw your nightgown and started chuckling about it, and you then proceeded to try and shut him up because you were horrified of your parents hearing him

୨ Going to Buck’s with him and either staying in his room or just sitting uncomfortably in a corner

୨ You might watch a pool game but all the smoke and alcohol would overwhelm you

୨ Unfortunately, he’s the type to pull the thing Danny did at the drive in, in which you’d ofc react the same way Sandy did

୨ You calling Buck’s car a “sin wagon” would be so accurate

୨ He tries to make it up to you by showing up to your front door (much to your parents dismay..) and giving you his Christopher again along with some flowers that he definitely didn’t pick from some rando’s garden

୨ I’m lying. He did.

୨ He also takes you on a real date afterwards, which is saying something

୨ Like Steve, he’s also the type of person to get mad when another person thinks they can make fun of you

୨ You’re so understanding and forgiving that he’s kinda confused a lot of the time LMAO

୨ Luckily for him, your good reputation probably gets him out of a lot of trouble

Soda

୨ Oh my god he’s so nice about it

୨ He’s head over heels

୨ Obviously he goofs off with the boys, but he’s overall the nicest/most open minded

୨ You two are so smiley all the time and it makes everyone SICK

୨ Gets a kick out of you not understanding sexual jokes or innuendos

୨ You guys look so good together it’s insane

୨ You’re so calming compared to the stress of being in between Darry and Pony’s arguments constantly

୨ He also loves how bubbly and kind you are to everyone because of it

୨ Going to drag races with him simply because he likes them and you like seeing him happy (the scene where Sandy watches Danny race reference⁉️)

୨ He is not the brightest in the head but you’re extremely patient with him

୨ He’s also extremely protective over you

୨ Like imagine you’re visiting him at the DX and some other soc’s come by and start teasing you to his face when you head inside for a second

୨ He proceeds to get one of the hoses off the pump and start spraying them with gas 😋🤍

୨ Before they can get out, he just keeps spraying them in the face or something which makes them drive away

୨ He just laughs to himself and puts the nozzle up as you come back outside and you’re like “???? Babe what happened?” when you see the trail of gas and all he replies with is “Nothing sweetheart!! 🤗”

୨ He knows Steve’s gonna complain about having to help clean up the mess later but it was worth it to him

Johnny

୨ Probably the most chill with it??

୨ He thinks it’s sweet

୨ Also thinks you’re somewhat of a breath of fresh air from the guys, along with soc’s in general too

୨ Definitely thought it was kinda odd you didn’t drink or smoke or anything, but thought it was nice to meet someone who didn’t for a change

୨ You guys take walks through town from time to time and it’s a huge contrast

୨ A denim-clad boy covered in a bunch scars with a preppy looking girl who radiates happiness

୨ You help him get a better outlook on life with how positive you are

୨ Loveslovesloves all the pastel clothes you wear

୨ When he met you for the first time he couldn’t believe how nice you were

୨ Watching a movie either at the drive-in or Curtis house and some form of nude scene coming on, you covering your eyes, and him just grinning at your reaction

୨ Doesn’t hesitate to talk back to Dallas if he says something bad about you

୨ You never try to force him out of his comfort zone or anything and he appreciates that

୨ He said something about “a weed” to Dal and you had no clue what they meant

୨ “Hey Dal, you got a weed?”

୨ “Huh?”

୨ “Uh, I asked if he had a weed.”

୨ “..A what? What’s that mean?”

୨ Dallas chimes in from the bg and is like “Yo.. Johnny, man, is she kiddin’?”

Pony

୨ The main problem he has with it is the fact you don’t smoke and don’t like it in general

୨ He def tries to cut down for you/at least not do it in front of you though

୨ Started when he lit a cigarette while you guys were walking together and you started coughing like a maniac while he was just like 🤨

୨ Since he’s the youngest out of them all, he isn’t super used to hanging out with girls so it doesn’t phase him

୨ He thinks it’s different than most people for sure, but he knows what it’s like to feel that way so he relates

୨ He admires how nice you are to everybody

୨ Especially to greasers

୨ You’re so soft-spoken that it makes him giggle and kick his feet sometimes

୨ You’re a good student so you probably help him with work a lot

୨ Steve probably said something mean about you once and he got all sassy and made a remark to him

୨ “Heard you’re dating some priss now, ‘s that right, Pone?” and he’s like “Why don’t you go stick you and your big nose in someone else’s business if it’s that important?”

୨ Safe to say Steve kept his thoughts on you to himself after that

୨ Another one who thinks the way you dress (and look in general) is gorgeous, he’s left gobsmacked every time he sees you

୨ He’s always admiring you and has probably drawn you at least once

୨ His sass sometimes comes out on you when you don’t know something, but it’s jokingly

[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.”

[ambrozjas]

the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you all so much for all the love n requests, i swear i’m writing them just give me some time 🫶

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could you do something where the gangs (including Tim and curly) s/o has older brothers who are also greasers and just really intimidating in general?

A/N: This was such a fun concept? Dude, I had a lot of fun writing these, thanks for requesting them <3 and look at the little cuties, god they're the cutest things-

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s not used to having older siblings? He is the oldest, that’s just the way the world is-

Your brothers though? I have a feeling he’d be one of the boys who are the least afraid of your brothers

Like yeah, your brothers are well-known for being the tough hoods they are, there’s practically your own little family gang just between them

But Darry’s not going to be cowering beneath them, shaking in his boots afraid of them

He’s going to try and be a gentleman? He’ll shake your brothers’ hands, make conversation with them when he picks you up before dates

It’s just Darry being Darry, his mama taught him his manners and he’s going to use them <3 he’s a good person

SODAPOP CURTIS

I just have this gut feeling that without a doubt, Sodapop’s going to be at the very least, slightly afraid of your brothers

At least in the beginning, y’know? Meeting your brothers was probably one of the scariest moments in his entire life

They’re just sort of intimidating, I’m sure they’re the type to try and strike fear into all of the suitors who come for their kid sibling

After he proves himself though, either by protecting you from something or standing up for you somewhere, your brothers are pretty alright with him

Now he’s just got a few more older siblings who like to nag him for things!

I feel like he’d get along with them too, now they’re asking for you to start bringing him around more     

PONYBOY CURTIS

Unlike his older brothers, Ponyboy is, in fact, used to having scary older brothers! So yours probably won’t bother him at all

He’s very used to the whole tradition of giving your younger sibling’s date the third degree whenever you meet them for the first time

But honestly? There really isn’t a reason for your brothers not to like Ponyboy, he’s doesn’t really do a lot of bad stuff

Unless your brothers have beef with the Curtis gang for some reason, Ponyboy’s a pretty safe choice to bring home to them!

He’s respectful with them too, he does his best to make conversation when the occasions call for it and he’s polite when he stops by your house

They like to say hi to him when he walks you home from school, waving from the house or the front yard when you guys show up

DALLAS WINSTON

Do we really think Dallas is going to be off-put by you having big, scary, older brothers? Cause I don’t-

Your brothers don’t scare him in the slightest, and if they do, he’s never going to admit it Dal likes to brag that he’s seen worse up in New York and that your brothers are nothing in comparison to some of the hoods he’s dealt with

He’s going to be rude, he’s going to push your brothers’ buttons a little and pull you closer and kiss you deeper than is polite 

Honestly? I bet your brothers don’t really like him, they think you can do a lot better than Dallas Winston and will probably tell you that on the regular

However, if Dally takes down some Socs for you or something, plays a protective role that your brothers usually occupy, maybe they’ll start to like him a little more

That it doesn’t mean they’re going to be any more lenient when it comes to the rules about him hanging around though-

JOHNNY CADE

Probably your safest choice of a boyfriend when your brothers are as big and bad as they are, they’re very overprotective of you probably

Johnny has never done anything wrong in his life, is super duper polite and won’t push any of the lines your brothers draw

They don’t want him spending the night at your house? Johnny’s alright with that, he’ll give you a soft kiss on the porch before he heads off for the night

He’s respectful guys, he’s not going to push the rules and he’s going to be considerate of your brothers

If you ask him, he’ll probably tell you that he’s not afraid of them, only slightly scared but I can see Johnny kind of looking up to them like he looks up to Dallas

Don’t tell Dally that though, Johnny doesn’t think he needs to know-

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Hoohoo, oh boy, Two-Bit is going to run your brothers ragged-

Two-Bit likes to be annoying and your brothers are overprotective and it’s just so easy to get them all riled up

He’ll try and push the line sometimes, argue with them about silly things and just be a menace whenever he’s around them

Two’s not afraid of them like at all, he probably should be at least a little afraid but there isn’t one ounce of fear in his body when it comes to them

It’s another one of those, he’s gotta prove himself to your brothers? They think you can do better than Two-Bit, blah blah blah

But just one time where’s comforting you when you really need it or just being there for you when you need him, your brothers are a little more accepting of the hood

STEVE RANDLE

My version of Steve is an only child, so that’s going to affect this a little cause my Steve isn’t used to having siblings in general-

Is Steve afraid of your brothers? The answer is yes, very much so, thoroughly afraid of them

But he won’t act like he’s afraid, he just tries to toughen up by pushing his shoulders back and his chin up whenever he’s got to talk with them

Their approval is sort of important to him? He wants your brothers to like him, that’s really all he wants, he seeks the validation

Steve’s going to be polite then, making sure to have you home on time so you won’t break curfew

Your brothers probably think he’s a good enough kid, they’ll nag him every now and again, tease him just enough to keep him on his toes, it’s a brotherly kind of love guys 

TIM SHEPARD

Tim’s not afraid of your brothers, like at all-

He’s a gang leader guys, he deals with “big and scary” guys all the time so your brothers aren’t going to be any different

Tim’s got an attitude, that’s for sure, and it’s not going to change when it comes to your brothers, he’s still going to be a jerk and pester them and push all their buttons

He’s not rude? Like he follows the rules they’ve set for you, but he’s a little passive-aggressive, whispering comments that you’ll smack him for and just being a menace

Tim doesn’t take too kindly to teasing, he’s not going to let them push him around and your brothers will probably figure that out really fast  

Again, your brothers probably don’t like him, whether they don’t like Tim himself or they don’t like the Shepard gang? No one will ever know

CURLY SHEPARD

Your Brothers Either Don’t Like Him Or Just Don’t Like The Shepard Gang Pt.2

Curly’s not the greatest kid, he gets into trouble and does things he shouldn’t, but he’s used to having a scary older brother

Tim’s pretty good about keeping him in line, so he’s not too surprised when your brothers make rules about him coming around

Is Curly going to follow all of them? Probably not, he treats them more like guidelines than actual rules, curfew is more of a recommendation in his mind than a hard rule to follow

He takes care of you though, that’s something your brothers have to admit about Curly, he takes good care of you

From making sure he’s between you and whatever danger you might find yourself against to simply sharing his food with you if you’re hungry <3

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

The outsiders boys with a waitress reader🫶🏻

_________________________________________________

Darrell Curtis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sodapop Curtis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ponyboy Curtis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Cade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dallas Winston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve Randle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two-bit Mathews

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tim Shepard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Curly Shepard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[winstonsns]

i read your cuteness aggression for the curtis!reader and i’m in love! can you maybe do preferences with a curtis!reader who’s a year younger than pony? thank you and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! ☺️

the gang and 13 year old curtis!reader (request)

pairings: ponyboy x reader, johnny x reader, soda x reader, darry x reader, dally x reader, two-bit x reader, steve x reader

warnings: cussing

authors note: this is strictly platonic guys!! i feel like i’ve been falling off lately LMAO. i hope u guys enjoy though 💗

word count: 1.0k

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you are the closest in the gang, being the closest in age and him being a protective older brother to you

he doesn’t always feel the closest to his siblings because him and darry are always arguing, soda’s in the middle and doesn’t interfere anymore

but you’re always one to comfort pony after he gets into a heated argument with his oldest brother

he helps you with homework a lot since you’re not far behind him, he helps you study and get super high grades so darry isn’t on your ass for shitty grades

pony also reads you books when you’re stressed, it’s also just something he enjoys doing in your presence

quality time means a lot to him because his brothers are never home, he’ll read a magazine or do homework in a room with you, it gives him a sense of safety

JOHNNY CADE

the two of you aren’t exactly the closest in age but you talk to each other about everything

you and johnny hang out at the lot and sometimes fall asleep there, when you wake up, you direct him to your house so he can sleep there too

sometimes he’ll give you little gifts for fun, remembers a lot of things you tell him

if you talk about a book or item you want once, he’ll get it as soon as he can

he really appreciates your friendship and will do anything to keep it and strengthen it

probably let’s you borrow his switchblade even though he always has it on him, has backups too

SODAPOP CURTIS

he’s the most annoying but loving brother to you, always asking you if you have a partner yet and teasing you if you do

“ooooh.. who were you hangin’ out with today, y/n? you like them?”

“soda, i’ve been friends with them for years!”

“yeah, but do you like them?”

he’s the embodiment of the trend ‘i know love is real because (name) is real and they are full of it’

soda makes sure you have a lot of attention and love, doesn’t necessarily try to replace your parents but is somewhat nurturing to you

he doesn’t rant to you often because he knows it can be overwhelming, you’re just a kid, as he puts it and shouldn’t be dealing with others problems

sometimes he’ll take you to the DX after school so you can gossip and you can learn about working

DARRY CURTIS

darry’s your eldest brother and is extremely protective of you, always checks up on you and asking about your day

he has the same expectations for you and ponyboy, he checks over your homework but is calmer with you

he wants you to be with some sort of guardian wherever you go, even if you’re walking down the street for fun

he knows it’s not the safest for you to be alone, especially at night

because he doesn’t have the best relationship with his brothers, he makes cake with you more often than he does with the others

he does not let you participate in rumbles, he says it’s way too dangerous for you to fight

DALLAS WINSTON

he fucking hates kids so it’s a surprise he enjoys your presence

you remind him a bit of himself, you’re a bit of an ‘outcast in the outcasts’ because you’re the youngest and told you can’t do anything

so dally teaches you how to live in case you ever get put on the streets, teaches you what to do in the worst case scenarios

he’s hard on you though, it’s tough love and he can get really frustrated if you get hurt or in trouble because he’s taught you how to protect yourself

steals random stuff for you, most of the time it’s candy or random sweets like popcorn from the drive in, sometimes it’s a drink

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you remind him of his younger sister, he feels obligated to protect you in some way

most of the time, soda and darry are working so they aren’t home most of the time, pony’s hanging out with johnny so keith watches over you

sometimes he calls himself your babysitter because he thinks it’s funny, it’s even better that he knows you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself

he’ll tell you super inappropriate jokes and when darry’s there, he’ll smack him on the back of the head

“two, knock it off. she doesn’t needa hear that stuff!”

“i didn’t even do anything, super—“

he steals stuff for you too, whether it’s something related to your studies or a random item you want for some reason

STEVE RANDLE

originally didn’t want to be around you, he doesn’t want to be around ponyboy and you’re with him all the time

but eventually, steve warms up to you and lets you hang out with him and the gang sometimes

he’s actually pretty smart and not many people expect that from him, he helps you with homework even though he can get frustrated at times if you don’t understand

if you’re into cars, expect him to teach you all about them and for him to invite you to the DX

maybe he lets you help him fix some of the cars, of course you won’t get paid money, instead snacks he gives you for free

soda will come up to you in the morning as you’re barely awake, talking to you

“steve said to come to the DX after school, gonna teach you some stuff about cars.”

[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!

—

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.”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you perchance make a little silly imagine or headcannons (either works) of the gang (separately) with an s/o who really likes jewelry? Like, wears a bunch of bracelets and rings and stuff? Thanks so much!! (I love your works so much :))

Summary: The outsiders with a reader who likes jewelry. Warnings: none Author's note: I love matt dillon too much this is a very big problem. PONYBOY thinks that your jewelry is so pretty. He thinks it enhances your eyes and hair and makes you look elegant. He doesn't really understand the prices of jewelry (either pure diamond price or 3$), so he tries getting you some and is blown away. He saves up his whole allowance for months to get you a pretty set you've had your eye on for your birthday. JOHNNY really doesn't notice your jewelry. When he looks at you its more at your pretty face than anything else. He struggles a bit with eye contact so he always mindlessly looks at your earrings because they're shiny. He only really registered your jewelry when he saw your collection. From then on, he picks up any ring or necklace he can find in passing, in flea shops, something his mom doesn't want any more, and gives it to you. SODAPOP always notices your jewelry. It's the first thing he'll compliment you on when you see him, that and of course how pretty you are. He likes when you wear different pieces when hanging out with him because he likes to see what kind of jewelry you like. He blows a pretty penny on a fancy necklace for your birthday with your initials. He saved up for so long for it and tried to make it perfect. STEVE doesn't notice the jewelry as much. He knows you have it but he sees it as more a part of you than anything. He doesn't have the money to buy you a fancy necklace, but he learns how to make little bracelets with cute charms and gives you so many to make you happy. He's so excited if you ask to match rings with him, he wont take it off, (he's dreaming about it being on his ring finger trust). TWO BIT notices your jewelry from the beginning, that's what intrigued him. He doesn't really know much about jewelry but he thought it looked cool on you. For a gift, he's having his mom and sister help pick out things that you might like. He tries to make it perfect for you, even thinking about what would look best in your displays. DARRY is such a sweetheart about your jewelry addiction. He's always complimenting you if he recognizes a new piece, and he's very gentle with your jewelry too. He'll polish your jewelry for you too, but he's very careful not to tarnish them. When you two have been dating long enough (like im talking 3 years or smth) he'll give you his mother's necklace. He tells you that you don't have to wear it if it doesnt fit your style but he'd still like you to have it!

DALLAS actually noticed you because you had a ring that he was lowkey jealous of. He's not above stealing from you and he certainly tried that night but it ended up with you two dating instead (?!?!!?). He lets you wear his ring on a necklace as well as his St. Christopher's necklace if you want and he'll take your ring that he was jealous of and wear it as a necklace (because it couldn't fit his finger). He'd swipe you a pretty fancy necklace for a gift but he downplays it so much to look cool.

[softfem-dom]

heyy, would you mind doing some ponyboy x reader hcs? ty pretty💗

someone in the crowd ponyboy curtis headcanons

synopsis :

what would happen if Ponyboy Curtis got puppy love for a bloke from his course and made it the whole gang's problem?

or headcanons for Ponyboy Curtis falling for you.

wordcount : 2.6k — masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post

tags/warnings third person pov, cuss words, the gang bullying ponyboy for being a simp, reader is a recurring actress in the school's plays.

"ugh, this is just shit, man, I'm leaving" was what Dallas groaned before sstanding up from his seat, ignoring the people telling him to sit down, and walking out from the school hall. Nobody of the gang said anything, it was already a miracle he had stayed so long through the play. "remember me why we're here again?" Two-Bit leaned towards Ponyboy, pruposely getting into his face, as to what the youngest Crutis shoved him away with a 'shut your traps'. "Pony wanted to see the school play" answered Darrel, sat to his brother's other side with his arms crossed. Everyone could tell he was glad that the plans the gang had made didn't include anything that would get them into trouble for once. Then, the spotlight changed position from the scene going on —some people talking— to the right corner of the stage, and then you entered the scene. All the eyes of the gang drifted to Pony's face, the way his eyes widened slightly as if he wanted to take it all in when the spotlight shone on you. And, suddenly, everyone knew why Ponyboy wanted to watch the school play. "oh! You've got it bad, man!" Steve laughed behind his hand, straining his arm to roughly pat Pony's shoulder. "he's got puppy love" Sodapop added on with a smirk while Johnny fought back a soft chuckle. They knew it was true by the way the youngest Curtis was too busy staring at you with sparkling eyes to bother denying the current accusations.

⮞ you met because you got put as desk partners at the start of 10th year.

⮞ you hit it off quite well in the first day of school because you had brought a book with you and he caught glimpse of it peeking from your schoolbag. ^turns out he was reading it aswell and more-or-less in the same page as you so started talking about it.

⮞ Pony and you were considered the least troublesome kids in the class, the calmest, so you got placed really far behind.

⮞ which came really in handy when it came to whispery-chatting in the middle of class.

⮞ the teacher never notices your stiffled giggles behind your palm when he pases you a note with a funny drawing of the teacher scribbled on it.

⮞ you spend half of the school day passing notes from table to table and pretending to be paying extreme attention whenever the rare occasion of the teacher's eyes drifting to the back desks happens.

⮞ you two always pair up as partners when the P.E teacher says to get in pairs.

⮞ he always mocks you for running slower than him.

⮞ one time the class was in the patio of the school and the teacher told you all to do the wheelbarrow with your partner (y'know you using your hands to walk while Pony held your legs to his waist).

⮞ he tripped over a rock and you both fell face first to the ground with him on your back.

⮞ Dallas had just walked by the school to spy on Pony and saw the whole thing from the fence. He laughed so loud you were sure it was heard up to the second floor before yelling "use protection, Pony!" and running off when the teacher started walking over to the fence to kick him out.

⮞ after a two months of this friendship, the school plays started to get planned and you decided you wanted to join the drama club to take part.

⮞ you tried to convince Pony but he refused with burning determination. "the guys will make fun of me until the day I die, man!" was his answer when you suggested it.

⮞ you told him you still thought he'd make a great actor, and he felt a strange warmth in his chest and cheeks.

⮞ ever since that moment, he found himself noticing that strange warmth more often. Especially whenever your laugh came out louder than normal, wheezier too, when his joke was particularly funny.

⮞ he constantly caught himself smiling just because you were smiling, as if it was contagious.

⮞ he introduced you to Johnny then, and you two got along pretty well.

⮞ after the first meeting with Johnny, you three started to hang out at least once a week.

⮞ he and Johnny sometimes helped you out with your rehearsals, they always made sure to make it extra damatric and get into their roles a lot.

⮞ that was then, during one of those 'rehearsals' days, you three ended up at the lot to keep Johnny company. Cuddled up into one another, and when Pony felt your hand on his arm his heart actually lurched in his chest. his cheeks were burning hot and not from the warmth of the fire.

⮞ he realized then that he had fallen.

⮞ really hard.

⮞ between your hours sharing desk at school, the hang-outs with Johnny and the rehearsals, your play eventually came around and he actually begged Darry to let him go see it.

⮞ Darry refused at first when Pony suggested it, he thought that Pony going alone to a school hall full of socs for a play was the perfect recipe for disaster.

⮞ but then Pony actually started stringing 'please's togheter and he actually got down on his knees and clasped his hands.

⮞ so dramatic.

⮞ Darry was flabbergasted at that.

⮞ fully blinking and staring down at Pony without knowing what to say, his hands frozen at his sides in confusion.

⮞ after his little brother pulled that stunt he agreed to let him go, but only if they all went.

⮞ Dallas agreed reluctantly just because Johnny was actually excited about it.

⮞ the gang actually behaved themselves for the most part during the play, except Dallas who left 23 minutes in to go have a 'smoke break'.

⮞ he didn't come back from that break lol.

⮞ when they all saw the way Pony leaned over, eyes wide and sparkling with wonder, when the spotlight shone on you and you entered scene, they knew he was whipped.

⮞ after that Two-Bit and Steve spent the rest of the play making kissy faces anytime you came on scene.

⮞ Darry was actually not so surprised about this, since he was already smelling something coming if Pony had begged him to go for a school play for the first time in his whole life. ^he was actually happy for his little brother though, you seemed like a sweet bloke.

⮞ Johnny was just chuckling quietly, covering them up with his hand, and Soda was constantly sending him playful looks knowing that the tan boy had known this for far longer than all of them.

⮞ needless to say Ponyboy ran backstage as soon as the final bow ended and all the actors and actress disappeared from the stage.

⮞ he pretty much ran into your arms as soon as he caught glimpse of you, full on squeezing you with eyes full of wonder as he rambled about how good you had been out there while you giggled all flushed from the shower of compliments.

⮞ that was when..

"ahem" Steve faked a cough with a smirk, getting elbowed and 'shh!'ed by Soda right after, eyeing you two with an eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk. Ponyboy got red pretty fast, awkwardly patting your arms before finally loosening his grip. Formal introductions had finally came around. "oh, yeah, um.." he started with a nervous chuckle, his hand going to scratch at the back of his neck as he turned to face his gang —all displaying knowing smirks. "guys, so this is-" You interrupted him by saying your name all sweetly, with a wave and cheeks still rosy, that made Pony's smile turn even goofier than before. He was a dork. "yeah" he hummed, eyes staring at you as if starstruck, which made Two-Bit say. "snap out of it man" Pony rolled his eyes before starting to point at each greaser now standing infront of you two. "those are my brothers, Darry and Soda" he pointed at them, Darry smiled with a polite nod and Soda winked. "that's Two-Bit" the mentioned made an over-exaggerated bow that made Pony groan. "Steve" he added, pointing at the teenager standing with his arm resting on Soda's shoulder. "and you already know Johnny-" However, before he could finish that statement, a certain someone came bursting in with a half-burned cigarrette hanging from his lips. He let out a low whistle at seeing you Pony and you togheter. "ain't that the bloke you fell over in P.E, man?" Dallas spoke with his eyebrows high, making the whole gang —plus you—burst into chuckles. "shut your traps, Dallas!"

softfem-dom© do not repost!!

[ddejavvu]

Doctor's Note - Sodapop Curtis x Reader

summary: you stand soda up, accidentally

contents/warnings: soda is somewhere around 18-19, mentions of his failed relationship w sandy, distrust/miscommunication, angst -> fluff. based on my very painful experience this morning with crippling back pain

send me requests for the outsiders!

Selfishly, sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to date Sodapop before he'd met Sandy. When he was more carefree, when he wasn't glancing at any man you talked to just a second too long. He's not possessive- and even if he is, he doesn't enforce it. But you know he's wary, and you know it's her fault.

Darrel had warned Soda to stay away from girls for a while, to give himself a break. And he had. Two long years later his hiatus was broken when you'd come into the DX fiending for a coke, and when you'd asked, 'Do you know where I could find a soda 'round here?' his eyes had glimmered with opportunity, and he'd pointed proudly to his nametag.

"Right here, ma'am. No caffeine in me but I could keep 'ya up all night if you want me to."

It had been so wildly crass, so insanely audacious that you'd burst out laughing, both from the absurdity of his name and the brashness of his comment. He'd apologized for it, too, twenty minutes into your conversation that lasted an hour.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. I mean- I don't usually come on strong like that. Couldn't stop myself- prolly got it from my friend Two-Bit, he's always crackin' jokes like that. Hope you didn't think it was greasy."

"I think it was very greasy," You'd laughed, tilting your chin towards the tin of hair grease abandoned at the other end of the counter, "I thought that was the whole point."

"That's my buddy Steve's", Soda had told you, light dancing in his eyes as he readjusted his elbows on the counter to lean further towards you, "He does these real fancy swirls in his hair, and I've been able to do 'em a few times, but mainly I just slick mine back, and half the time I don't even grease it anyways because I'm just bummin' round the house so there's no need. My other friend-"

He was a natural-born talker, and you'd been just as caught up with talking yourself as you were with listening to him. It had taken the reappearance of his aforementioned coworker, Steve, for you to glance at the clock, and realize that you were 40 minutes past the time you should have been back at work from your lunch break.

You're surprised you hadn't scared Sodapop off with your swearing alone, but you'd managed to scribble your number onto his hand before you'd left. You hadn't even remembered to buy a drink, but he'd brought you one when he showed up for your first date.

Now, three weeks later, you're getting ready to show up to his house. This is a big thing: you're meeting his brothers. He's told you so much about them you feel like you know them, and he's also given you your fair share of warnings, too. Darry's too stern sometimes, and it might take a while for him to warm up to you. Ponyboy's an awkward teen, and on top of it, he'd trusted Sandy- they all had. You know you've gotta prove yourself better than her, and you're starting with some sweet perfume and a bundle of flowers for their dining table.

--

"Get your bum ass off the couch and vacuum," Soda's hands shove roughly at Ponyboy's thighs, "She's gonna be here in thirty minutes!"

"Jeez, Soda, she's not my girlfriend," Ponyboy grumbles, but he stands and heads for the closet where the vacuum lies all the same, "Don't understand why I have to be the one cleanin'."

"'Cause Darry's the one cookin'." Soda glares at him, "And I'm cleaning too. I've been cleaning for days."

"Bathroom looks good, little man." Darry voices his approval from the kitchen, "Thought I was gonna die of shock when I realized you'd scrubbed down the toilet."

Not much conversation is heard over Ponyboy's aggressive vacuuming, but Soda calls the cleaning at five minutes to your arrival time.

"Okay. Rules again?" He looks expectantly at his brothers, and Darry looks irritated that he's being grilled this time.

"No judging." Ponyboy grumbles, but he doesn't think it's fair, because Sandy had seemed so nice and sweet, and she'd run right out on Sodapop. So he feels like he has to judge, because maybe Soda's gonna get hurt again. He doesn't want that.

"No grilling." Darry continues, equally put-out by Soda's request. He wants what's best for his brother. Sodapop's two-year long relationship drought was refreshing, and he's seen the boy blossom into a wonderful man. Still, he can't help feeling some lingering resentment towards Sandy, and he knows it's not fair to attach it to you, but he doesn't know what else to do with it.

"And no arguing at the table." He glances between Darry and Pony both warily, "I mean it, this isn't the night to discuss grades or curfew or chores. Just- be nice to her. Treat her like a real guest."

"Alright, little buddy." Darry secedes, squeezing Soda's flannel-clad shoulder slightly, "Now, you gonna go wait by the door for her?"

"No! I'm not that desperate." Soda scoffs, but Darry notices the way he flops down into his eldest brother's armchair, the only seat in the house with a view of the front walkway. Ponyboy settles himself awkwardly on the couch, watching cartoons even though there's an anxious tension in his skinny shoulders.

You're set to arrive in two minutes, and Soda's practically vibrating out of his seat. There's no sign of the cute little sundress you said you'd wear today, but that's okay, because he thinks it's so considerate of you to show up punctually versus early. if you'd come fifteen minutes earlier you would have seen him near-tears over the spot of chocolate that wouldn't rub out of the wall behind the television. Ponyboy had pointed out that there's no way you would have seen it unless you'd been wedged between their tv and the wall, but Soda was not going to invite you into a messy home.

One minute goes by, and Soda's cuticles hurt from where his nails tear at them. He tries to stop himself- after all, you wouldn't want to hold his hand if his was bleeding. But his next nervous habit becomes fiddling with the hem of his shirt, which isn't nearly as satisfying for his fingers.

He waits for what he's sure is more than a minute, which means you're due to flounce up the stairs in seconds. But he doesn't see you, and he knows Pony's watching him crane his neck every three seconds to look for you. So he tones it down- after all, he's got a 10-minute grace period at the DX for his shifts. If he can clock in at 8:10 and still be 'on time', you can show up a few minutes late.

"Any sign of her?" Darry pokes his head out of the kitchen, seeing the front door still shut. Soda shakes his head- then he catches a glimpse of your hair color outside the window. Upon further inspection, it's a stray cat. Ponyboy snorts at him, and Soda sinks back into the recliner.

Okay, so you've used up your grace period. But Soda gets it- you probably sang one too many love songs about him in the shower, and now you're tripping over your own feet trying to run to his house. Or the bus was late, or you missed it entirely, and you'll show up before the food goes cold.

Fifteen minutes go by, and Darry hovers over the finished meal, wondering whether he should plate it or not.

Twenty minutes go by, and Darry considers removing one plate from the table.

Thirty minutes go by, and Darry turns off the stove.

An hour goes by, and Pony retreats to his room for some homework time. Darry's meticulously cleaning the kitchen, but Sodapop thinks it's more because he doesn't know what to say than because he thinks you'll judge them for a grease stain on the wall.

When Darry's scrubbed the kitchen raw nearly an hour later, he pads softly over to Soda where he still rests in his armchair.

"Soda, I- listen, I don't think she's comin' tonight."

"I told her today." Soda's got his fingernail pinched between his teeth, his leg having long-since stopped its nervous bouncing, "I- I know I told her tonight, and she said she'd be here, but I-"

Darry's hand squeezes his shoulder again, this time tighter, and something awfully familiar resurges in Soda's chest where it's laid dormant for two years.

"C'mon, little buddy." Darry urges him up out of the chair, "Let's turn in early tonight."

--

Soda's not doing his best work despite having gotten eleven hours of sleep the night prior. He's sluggish and mopey, and Steve sticks him on the register so that no one risks a foolish mistake to their car. Soda stares at a knot in the wood grain, chewing on the inside of his cheek, and doesn't look up even when the entrance bell dings.

"Soda-" He hears a voice, one that he'd been waiting since last evening to hear, one that exacerbates that sickly feeling in his chest. He hasn't been able to shake it, and your face had blended with Sandy's in his nightmares last night.

"Soda, I'm- I'm so sorry."

"Why didn't you show?" He barely has the courage to look up at you, but he does, because last time he'd groveled. He'd begged, pleaded, bargained with her to stay with him, and he wasn't going to do that this time. He was going to be the man Darry wanted him to be.

"I'm sorry." You repeat, clutching a paper in your hands, brows permanently furrowed, "It was an emergency. I was getting ready, and- and all of a sudden my back started hurtin'. Real bad, Soda, I- I had to lie down on the ground."

Soda watches, interest piqued, as you stagger towards the counter, clearly limping. Sickness is replaced with worry in his chest, and he watches as you brace yourself against the register.

"My folks didn't get home for hours. I was just laying there, I- I couldn't reach the phone, I couldn't move my legs, I was just stranded there." Your voice thickens at the memory, and you sniffle absentmindedly, "Soda, I would have called you, I just- I couldn't move. I swear. I tried, Soda, I swear I tried to get to the phone, but it was so painful. And then when my parents got home they had to carry me to the car 'n all, and the emergency room took forever, and- and we didn't get home until three in the morning, and I knew you'd be sleepin' so I didn't call, and I felt so bad because I knew you'd be waiting on me, and- and I'm so sorry, Sodapop."

All at once yours and Sandy's faces come undone in his mind, and hers is cast aside as he studies yours. There's tears, big shiny ones lining your eyes, and your chin trembles slightly. You're still clutching the paper, and when you realize he's glancing at it, you gasp.

"Oh! I- um, I got you a doctor's note. I didn't want you to think I was lyin'."

You push the page towards him on the counter, and he takes it with trembling hands.

'Patient Y/N Y/L/N admitted to emergency services at 8:49 PM Wednesday, 30th July. Diagnosed with severe lumbar muscle strain. This patient is placed off of work from 7/30/1968 through 8/05/1968.

Patient would like to add that she did not intend to stand up her date with one Sodapop Patrick Curtis on Wednesday, 30th July. Patient would like to reschedule for another night. Doctor prescribes a calm, laid-back dinner date until patient recovers.'

"Had one hell of a time trying to get him to put that in there." Your sheepish voice pipes up from where Soda's reading the last words on the page, "But I told him you were a nice boy and he said there's not many of those around here. I'm sorry, again. I'm so sorry."

Lumbar muscle strain rings a bell in Soda's head. It's something Darry's definitely mentioned before, the few times they've bullied him into seeking medical attention for all of his blue collar aches and pains. He's sure if you're hurting the way Darry does sometimes, that you weren't lying about not being able to move.

You're staring at him like you're worried he'll send you away, and the piece of paper in his hands is the only thing stopping him from doing just that. But he glances down at it again, and takes a deep breath.

"It's okay. I believe you. My brother Darry, he- he pulls muscles sometimes. Don't usually see him cry, but I do when that happens. Are you okay?'

You visibly relax at his words, but something in your back must have protested the movement, because your face pinches up again.

"Um- yeah. Mostly. It hurts when I move too much." You admit, "But I had to make it down here to see you. I'm so sorry. Were you- were you angry at me?"

He doesn't think so- he was offended, he was disappointed, but most of all, he's pretty sure he was beating up on himself more than he was beating up on you. It felt like it did the first time, and he was the common denominator in both.

"No." He answers honestly, "But- uh, I think Darry probably is."

You wince, and he doesn't blame you. But he holds the note a little tighter, "But I'll tell him what happened. Like I said, he knows what that feels like. Don't worry about it, honey. You- uh, did you want to still meet them?"

"Of course! Of course," You nod eagerly, bracing your weight against the counter, "Do you still... want me to meet them?"

"Of course." He echoes, finally breaking his stoicism with a grin, a shy one as he reaches for your hand over the counter, still clutching the note in his other hand, "Can't argue with the doctor's orders."