i’ll cut to the chase so i don’t waste time bc i know i talk a lot LMAOO — i have no intentions of writing for the outsiders again. this blog will be effectively abandoned, with no more updates beyond this point. (sappy shit below the cut)
i have had this blog for three years this summer. it is one of the biggest, and fastest growing blogs i’ve had, and definitely one of the ones i continuously think about and miss. however, my interest in the outsiders has unfortunately faded, along with my writing-knowledge of the characters.
i do not wish to give you all out of character depictions this far into my account’s life. i loved the complexity of the characters, and i loved trying to put it into my writing. i cannot do that anymore, and it saddens me so much as the outsiders was a ginormous part of my young life lmao
you all were so sweet to me, and so understanding. i will remember all the people that have interacted with me, from beginning to end, and i will hold you all close to my heart. i love all my followers, and even with the abandonment of this blog, i will continue to love you all. you guys are so important to me. i love u especially <3 thank u for reading me wallowing in my own misery LOL
..IN WHICH: the greasers are your summer-vacation-boyfriend!
tags/warnings: mix of comedic headcanons & story, mix of light angst & fluff, gn!reader, reader is pretty??, a LOT of swimming/beaches, possible OOC, reader is referred to as ‘summer-baby’, reader drinks/gets drunk in two-bits part, i didn’t proofread—we die like dallas.
.⊹˖ᯓ author won’t shut up! ★. ݁₊ : i’ve been meaning to finish this since like. July. it’s fucking august bro. but hey!! sorry for lying to yall last post LOLOLOL
Dallas Winston:
you two definitely met with you walking around tulsa MAD clueless and he’s just like “what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doing walkn’ ‘round ‘ere?” and then you’re like. never not by his side after
the gang hasn’t met you, but they 110% KNOW who you are just bc of how often dallas goes, “i can’t, man, got plans with ‘em.” and then they start booing and throwing tomatoes bc it’s sickening seeing a puppy-love dallas
(kidding no it isn’t) ((to them it is tho it’s fucking weird seeing dallas like this))
he’s genuinely the type of guy you obsess over for one summer vacation, leave to go back home, and like never see again LMFAO
idk he’s mysterious like that (no he isn’t idk why i said that shit bro)
lowkey spends almost EVERY SINGLE NIGHT taking you out/sneaking you out bc he knows, the second summer ends and you go back to your home town, you’ll fr never run into each other again.
he’d definitely be the boy you started talking to, just to get back at your parents for making you vacation at TULSA OKLAHOMA.
you two definitely stay out LATE ASFF doing either everything & anything, or nothing at all
yes he be taking u out to parties & then making it up to u by taking you to the beach for the day when you’re both over ur hangover😂🙏💯
would it be ridiculous to say that he got noticeably tan that summer, and then?? never again?? because u made him??? go outside more & enjoy the sun??
YESS DALLAS WINSTON GETTING OVER PROTECTIVE AT THE BEACH BC THAT’S WHERE U MAKE HIM SPEND MOST OF HIS TIME YESSSS
OHHH DRINKING AT THE BEACH WITH DALLAS WINSTON AS HE TEACHES YOU HOW TO SHOTGUN OHHHH
yesss…you making his leather jacket smell like your perfume days after summer ends and he just lays in bed smelling it sometimes until it wore off…yes…
OH MY GODDD YOU GETTING A TAN OUTLINE OF HIS SAINT CHRISTOPHER ON YOUR COLLAR BONE AREA I HAVE DEVIOUS THOUGHTS
i have plans that i cannot share bc the haters will sabotage me…i have PLANS i cannot share bc the haters will sabotage me…
him showing u all the spots that he knows you’ll like…you taking photos of the both of u with a beat up camera…dallas finding one of the printed out photos in his room while cleaning up…
“C’mon, Dallas!” You tug at his arm, trying to usher him towards the waves crashing onto the sandy shore. He grumbled something about, “it’s too damn late to go swimmin’.”
“Jus’ for a minute, okay?” The plea rolled off your tongue in a way that Dallas found hard to ignore or decline. Your voice, to him, sounded like the sweetest damn thing he’s heard in years. “A minute,” He repeated firmly. Dallas honestly thought he’d go in and out of the water just like that to please you.
The sun, that once hung over your heads, now began to set over the waters as you flicked some water in Dallas’ direction. An over exaggerated groan left his lips as he shook his head, water droplets sticking to his skin. “Get the hell over ‘ere,” He snickered as his arms extended outwards.
The waves seemed to be against you in this very moment, as the crashed into you while you attempted to swim away from an annoyed Dallas Winston. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist before quickly dragging you into his arms.
“Thought you’d get away from me, huh?” “No, no! Never!” You replied between giggles and laughs as kissed the back of your neck, trailing down your spine.
The setting sun, the cool water, you in his arms and his lips on your skin made him forget that there was only a week of having you left.
Johnny Cade:
johnny motherfucking cade pulling a baddie in real time this CANNOT be real
OK BUT SRSLY LEMME SHUT MY FAT MOUTH UP LMFAOO
johnny staying over at your auntie’s house almost everyday of the summer…yesss…late night cuddles, shared stories & giggles filling the warm air…yes….
take him to the beach with u💔💔let him watch the sunset with u💔💔tell him u won’t forget him when you have to go back to school💔💔
wearing his jean jacket all summer😭😭 and he wears ur bracelet all summer in exchange😭😭FUCKKK
johnny cade and a summer vacation partner is so tragic omg
he’ll think about you EVERY SINGLE SUMMER like everytime ponyboy’s off school he thinks, “I wonder what they’re doing right now. I hope they come back.”
LIKEEEE????FUCKKKK
camping out at the lot with him & him opening up to you bc deep down he knows this is the first and last summer he’ll ever get with someone like you, so you might as well know everything about him while he has you
yesss yearner johnny for his summer vacation partner that one year… johnny ‘yearner’ cade…
you show him the real ‘city-ways’ and he shows you how a ‘real greaser’ lives🙁
(yes i know tulsa is a city stfu)
like you’ll show him how to find the “real good restaurants in the pile of trash” and he’ll tell you how to avoid getting caught doing something you shouldn’t
sometimes he still finds bits of sand in his shoes or in the pockets of his clothing from when you’d spend hours upon hours just sitting at the beach talking
tell him your stories from back home pls he lives vicariously through you to wonder what a semi-good life would be
he tells only ponyboy & dallas about you & nobody else because he thinks you’re much too sacred and much too short-lived for the others to know
AUGHHH STAYING OUT AT THE BEACH WHEN IT’S LEGIT MIDNIGHT BC NEITHER OF U ARE IN A RUSH TO GO HOME FOR DIFFERENT REASONS
ok sorry for ljke the random sad shit i’ll write something to make up for it😂✌️💯 johnny cade too tragic for me to not make him sad 24/7 he my punching bag fr
Johnny shivered as the water covered his feet, the sandy shore being much colder than he expected. You, however, looked unaffected by this fact. Curse you and your weird perfectness. Actually, you looked quite happy as you tried to coax him into the water.
“I’ll hold your hand so no sharks get ya.” “I ain’t afraid of no sharks.” “That’s what they all say, Cade.” You replied, your hand tight around his wrist as you looked over your shoulder. This felt like a moment in one of Ponyboy’s books he’d read to him.
The moonlight made you look untouchable—and, believe him—he’s had untouchable beat him across the head.
He had his jeans bunched up around his knees, and he had his jean jacket tossed somewhere into the sand. Your sweater was long gone, and your pants were just as bunched up, the hem of the fabric wet from the waves. He was—in every possible sense of the word—free.
You talked about how he’ll get used to the cold after while as you guided him into the water, your hand never leaving his scarred skin. He kinda hoped you wouldn’t let go, on a count of the possible sharks in calf-deep water.
Yea, that’s what he’ll blame if you ask him why he’s lingering too close by you. Sharks is why he’s looking at you like he’s the happiest man on this summer night before you’re whisked away from him forever.
Ponyboy Curtis:
me making the little white boy on my screen suffer some more by giving him a loving partner he can never have for more than 3 months
ok locking in.
AUGHH HIM DRAWING YOU SURROUNDED IN SUNLIGHT😭😭AND FLOWERS😭😭BECAUSE HE PERMANENTLY ASSOCIATES SUMMER WITH YOU😭😭
me casting the yearning spell upon him YOU YEARN HE YEARNS EVERYONE YEARNS😂💯
him picking flowers off soc’s lawns to surprise you with them everytime he went to go & pick u up from ur vacation home 🙁🙁
YESSS SNEAK HIM OUT OF THE CURTIS HOUSE BEFORE RHE SUNSETS SO YOU CAN WATCH IT TOGETHER 😂😂 YESS
am i making you a bad influence sorry
he would totally write you letters & never send them off when school starts up again. he be spraying them in his cheap ass cologne just in case he musters up the courage to send them to u
but they just collect dust in a shoe box under his bed. wuss.
he has the day you come to Tulsa marked down on his calendar he gets every year. it’s 110% marked with a heart and put as ‘y/n day’…yup.
he loves sitting @ the beach with you & doing nothing but reading and sitting there. when he’s panicking or is about to freak out, he imagines himself back at the beach with the prettiest person he’d ever seen sitting beside him with a smile
YES I WROTE A LOT FOR PONY IDGAFFFF
Ponyboy ran his fingers through his freshly washed hair as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. His eyes flickered across every single feature he had, suddenly feeling small and slightly insecure.
He took a deep breath in, and wished he had a cigarette in between his hands. He could feel himself get shaky, and he didn’t know if it was because he needed a hit, or if it was because he knew he’d be standing outside your vacation home sooner than he thought.
“Cant wait to see your summer-baby, huh?” Soda teased, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, making eye contact with Pony through the mirror. He grumbled, shoving his older brother’s shoulder. “Shut your trap, man.”
All Sodapop did was tilt his head back and laugh, while Pony stood there with the tips of his ears turning red. “I gotta go, anyways.” “Don’t stay out too late, yea? I’d like to know that you didn’t run off with them!” His older brother shouted and Ponyboy rushed for the door to end this humiliating conversation.
Ponyboy stared down at the lilies that extended out to the sidewalk from a random soc’s yard. He knows he shouldn’t—but he also knows he shouldn’t show up empty handed. He looked both ways before quickly plucking a handful of flowers, and then quickly walking off.
Standing on your porch felt all the more real. He’d finally see you after 9, long, months. With a deep breath, he pressed the door bell. Which, don’t tell anyone—but that took way more courage than you might think. Immediately after the chime of the bell rang through the home, he heard rustling and a shout, ‘I’ll get it!’
Ponyboy didn’t have time to reminisce on how sweet your voice sounded, because in no time, you were right in front of him. Finally. “Hey, Pony.”
And, holy shit, he missed his summer-baby.
Sodapop Curtis
this troupe feels so sodapop coded
idk why it just does.Don’t ask me no questions.
he’s just so out-going and he feels so out-doorsy and so cute that he’d 110% cop him a summer-vacation partner & always miss them when the weather starts to get warm
ngl he prolly met u in some stupid ass way like you were both in line for a food truck & he noticed he never seen you before, so he (like anyone) asked, “They got real good fries, don’t they?” like you’ve ever had them prior
maybe u have, idk✌️😂
but then he’s all “well i wouldn’t sleep easy again if i knew a pretty little thing like you was wonderin’ these streets all by their lonesome. i’ll show you ‘round, yea?” and flashes u his million dollar smile & the rest was history….beautiful
YES HE BE WRITING U LETTERS AND ACTUALLY SENDING THEM OFF😂😂YES HE MAKES PONYBOY PROOF-READ THEM😂😂YES PONYBOY WRITES HIS LITTLE NOTES ON HOW MUCH HIS BROTHER WON’T STFU ABOUT YOU
“Come back soon, Sodapop.” — ‘Yeah, hi. This is Ponyboy, and i’m here to tell you to come back QUICKLY. I can’t sleep a full eight hours without Soda yapping my ear off. Thanks.’
every summer you go home with a new plaid button up u didn’t have before, & soda leaves with one less shirt. (darry tells him that he isn’t no damn charity, and that you can buy your own things.) ((he’s just getting on his ass bc older brother teases younger brother or something))
i feel like he’d be the guy where he’d make sure he’s available (single & pushing everybody away) around summer for when you come around.
he’s genuinely just gonna be all, “sorry :/ waiting for a little someone..” and everyone collectively sighs because they know who he’s talking about
mmm sodapop carrying a polaroid of you & him around in the inside of his DX hat, tucked between the pieces of fabric so it’ll never fly away from all the rushing around he does
“hey, soda! u tryna go to the drive-in with us?” “WELL-“ “omg nvm i already know ur gonna be with that summer-baby of yours” “hehe yea🥰”
Dear, y/n,
Is it still weird that I never know how to start these? All I do is write, knowing I want to talk to you, but then my thoughts leave my mind the second I steal one of Pony’s papers & a pen. Guess you have that affect effect on me, even if you’re miles away.
It’s a week from when you’re gonna come back to Tulsa. I mean, I hope the mail gets there this quickly. I never know with how lazy these workers are. Anyway—can you believe that? A week! I can’t wait.
It feels like I’ve been missing you for more than nine months—feels like years. I can’t wait to see you. I have been told that I picked a real looker. Not to brag, or anything.
But, I will. You know I can never stop when I start talking.
I miss looking at you, ya know?
I already picked out which flannel you’re gonna steal from me (even if you swear you never mean to). I even found newer and betterer cooler spots for us to hang around at.
Missing you, Sodapop.
(P.S; Hey, y/n. It’s Ponyboy. Hurry back, ‘cause I think I’m getting grey hairs having to hear Soda whine every night that he misses you. Please, God, please end my misery.)
Darry Curtis
HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS THAT CONTINUE INTO COLLEGE YESSS
oughh he be calling u later at night when he knows that ur not studying and when he’s off work, and everyone’s asleep 🙂↕️!
yk that whole thing called “think me a hug” where long distance relationships think of hugging each other at the same time ?? yall do “think me a kiss”!!
awhh i’ll hurl everywhere right now
u come into Tulsa during the summer & stay with darry every now & then … yes….the gang sees u as darry’s spouse..like marriage typeshit
it’s like that undeniable thing in the gang. like dallas is batshit insane, sodapop is fine as fuck, and darry’s got a ring on his finger he just doesn’t know it yet
the three rules in life fr😭
he isn’t keen on the idea of going out & staying at the beach like yall used to when it was ur high school days
he prefers the days where u sit on his deck, the summer sun setting, the air still warm and the wind smelling like flowers and fresh rain
his favourite part about that, though, is probably the fact that he has an arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you talk about whatever the hell you wanted to.
YES darry is a traditional man like that!! NO he doesn’t want to be outside 24/7!! YES he just wants to sit outside with his summer-baby and talk until the mosquitoes force them to seek refuge inside!!
NO i can’t explain it!!
darry curtis makes a mean bbq the day u arrive into tulsa like fr
give that man a beer & some hamburger meat and it’ll be so fucking good istg nobody knows how he does it
my mouth watering a little ngl
Sitting outside with you, the birds and the crickets acting as background music, with your heartbeat being the main focus was something for the poets. Darry Curtis was no poet, but he liked to think that this was a scenario he’d try writing poetry about.
And he did. However, he wouldn’t tell you (or anyone, for that matter) for years.
“Thanks for dinner, by the way.” You said, breaking the silence. You had never had such a good meal in college—all microwave meals, and takeout bags that took up too much space in your small trash can.
A homemade meal with Darry seemed like the best goddamn thing in the world. To which, it was. The gang stood around the yard, laughing at each other with food in their mouths as Two-Bit attempted—and failed—to do a cartwheel.
This was what people dreamed of, and you had it in front of you.
“Don’t thank me. ‘m jus’ making sure you’re fed. I don’t want you to go back to school, with your stomach eatin’ your head.” “Oh, how kind of you, Curtis.”
You replied sarcastically, turning your head to face him, his gaze already fixed onto yours. You would’ve blushed if you weren’t so used to the sight after years of being Darry Curtis’. Without another thought—because you were sure you would’ve spent another 30 minutes admiring him—you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Darry soon found himself wondering how long it was until you graduated from college, and he could have you all to himself, all year around. He couldn’t stand having you for three, measly, months.
God, he can’t wait. How utterly selfish of him.
Steve Randle
totally off topic but i can see steve like foam at the mouth to put sunscreen on you. no idk why i thought of it. i just did. sorry
“steve, baby, can you help me wi-“ “Yes.” “i didn’t even tell you what-“ “Yes.”
you always go home with a bolt in one of your pockets & the smell of gasoline sticking to your jeans shorts…how? you have no idea
that shit just follows him everywhere….
YES he gets wickedly sunburnt bc he spent his time at the beach, sitting in the shallow parts of the water, talking to you & YES when u ask him how his sun burn is he blames you for making him do allat
this is inspired by an irl situation. Sorry.
he totally got wicked sunburns on his face, that turn into his skin being tanned, which made his freckles look wayyy more prominent than they usually are
kiss them for me😭😭😭count them under the stars and tell steve that he’s so much cooler than the constellations😭😭😭
he needs the ego boost bro yk he’s sensitive🥀💔
oughhh everytime u go home after summer, you’re so used to having his DX hat on your head that when you tilt your head back, your hand instinctively goes to your head to secure steve’s hat but it’s not there anymore😭🥀
yes steve be eating ur ice cream when yall go out. no he doesn’t admit it. yes he thinks he’s sneaky
“Baby, that hurts!” Steve complains, as he lays flat on his stomach on his bed that he proudly called ‘our’ bed, when speaking to you. Though, right now, as his complains, you kinda wished it was just his bed.
“I know, I know,” you managed through muffled giggles. He would occasionally shove his face into his pillow as you continued to lightly rub aloe vera across his—in his words—wickedly red sunburn. “What were ya thinkin’, letting me stay out in the sun that long?”
“Oh, so I made you stay out in the water with me?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows. You held back on slapping his back, just to teach him a lesson. “Yes! You were lookin’ so good in the water, I couldn’t jus’ sit back n’ let those weirdos look at ya. Had to step in n’ make sure they knew who you were with.”
Steve, above all else when he focused real hard, was a good sweet talker. Blame Sodapop for that—learned all his words from his friend sweet talking every pretty girl that walked into the DX.
“What a gentleman you are,” you sighed. Your hands continued to lightly rub the aloe vera across his back, his face now shoved into his pillow with a groan. “I try.” “You don’t even gotta try.”
Two-Bit Mathews
WOAHH keith mathews pulling someone pinch me
kidding.
but seriously a summer-fling is two-bits idea of PEAK romance and i have NO IDEA why he just gets SOOO giddy at the thought of having a partner during the best 3 months of the year
which is why he was lowkey obsessed with u LOLLL
no joke sometimes he thinks about u like years later going “DAMN I FUMBLED😩💔🥀”
no but seriously, the reality of the whole ‘summer-fling’ thing set down on him after a while, and he misses u when the sun is about to go down, and the frogs croak in a rhythm that seemed to mock his loneliness
oughh two-bit angst
BUT, when he DID have you to call ‘his’, he was ALWAYS around you!! like ALWAYS he just loved being in ur presence
like i swear, u only came down to tulsa to go visit ur aunt but since u met two-bit, u only seen her like twice a week bc he’d always appear going “lol hey r u tryna get fucked up at 10pm on a wednesday”
and guess what u say
“yes”.
TWO-BIT LOVESSS DRUNK SWIMMING WITH U😭 HE THINKS THAT SHIT IS SOO FUCKING FUNNY ISTG like he loves just laughing his ass off with u as the waves crash into you two, throwing u off ur balance!!
one time he got a sunburn on his face, with the outline of your sunglasses being soo evident 😭😭 fell asleep on the beach-towel and it went downward from there
he def sunburns idc he’s a GINGER in the books!! HES A GINGER!! HE ONLY BURNS
anyways
yesss he be making u watch mickey with him!!! yes yall made chocolate cake together like a sappy rom-com with flour on ur noses and icing on ur lips
oughhh someone give two-bit a summer fling🙁!!
Laughs cut through the lake’s waves crashing onto the beach’s shore. You held onto Two-bit’s shoulders as you stumbled forward, his hands found your waist, holding you steady. You both had a messy grins across your face—like it was hard to not smile around the other.
Both your faces were flushed, your bodies fuzzy and your minds hazy with nothing short of puppy-love. The summer sun was setting over the water, the golden hue made you, and you alone, glow. Two-bit kinda wished summer lasted for the whole 12 months instead of 3.
“I know ‘m cute, but you ain’t gotta trip over yourself for it,” Two-bit joked, his words slurred. If you weren’t already pretty as is, you were even more alluring when you laughed at his shitty jokes. Summer couldn’t be any longer, could it?
You lightly hit his shoulder, your smile being the brightest thing he’d seen in a long time. “You’re makin’ me sound like I’m obsessed with ya.” You replied, knowing that it was only partly true. But, Two-bit don’t gotta know that he was one of your favourite people—if not, your favourite—down in Tulsa.
“A man can dream, can’t he?” He asked, not expecting a real answer, as he pulled you closer. Two-bit soon pressed a sloppy kiss against your cheek, your palm against his chest as you giggled, attempting to create some space.
That summer would never become a distant memory for him, because the thought of you always lingered in his mind.
babes you write ponyboy so accurately… can you plsplsplsplspls write more ponyboy? Ofc no rush I just love your writing! I’ll give u a few like ideas if it helps
meeting ponyboys brothers
spending the night for the first time + like cuddles n what they talk abt
Library datesss
going to a party together and dancing together for the first time
no rush ofc ml take your time and look after yourself xxxx
— IT MUST BE FATE.
…IN WHICH: ponyboy brings you over to the curtis house.
tags/warnings: fluff, gn!reader, established relationship, story-based, possible OOC, way more kissing than i expected, reader AND the gang teasing ponyboy. nothing too insane ngl.
.⊹˖ᯓ author won’t shut up! ★. ݁₊ : thank u my love🤍i love writing for ponyboy! (working on two fics of the gang rn (headcanons & actual blurbs)))
“bringin’ your lil’ fling around, huh? don’t go too crazy tonight, yea?”
“shut up, man. they aren’t a ‘fling’. that’s gross,”
ponyboy groaned, his complaint being muttered under his breath. he put his palm flat against dallas winston’s forehead and shoved him backwards against the couch cushions. dallas chuckled like it was funny.
“lay off the kid, dallas.”
soda lazily defended ponyboy. he leaned onto the back of the sofa, his elbows propping him up until he extended an arm out to ruffle his younger brother’s hair.
“y’know the rules, right? don’t close the door all the way or else darry’ll bust in and humiliate you worse than i could,” soda grinned and ponyboy winced at the thought.
when you had showed up to the curtis house, three knocks had echoed through the living room. ponyboy was quick to usher everyone out of the living room, shouting a quick, “y’all will not ruin this for me!”
he finally opened the door for you, he looked out of breath and his hair was messy. “hey,” he smiled. he tried to seem cool, and failed. he was met with a chuckle and a tight hug with your arms around his neck.
he was suddenly glad that he kicked the gang out. otherwise they would’ve seen his face look beet-red. “hi, pony. ‘s nice to see you.” “you saw me earlier.” “still missed ya, though.”
later that night, he kept his bedroom door just a sliver open. before darry went to bed, he’d see him walking past his room just to peak inside and then walk off like he wasn’t just snooping.
ponyboy paid him little to no mind, though. it was hard to think of anything but the pretty little thing he had in his arms, talking in the softest voice he’d ever heard.
your head rested on top of his shoulder, your legs practically on top of his. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, his head on top of yours. limbs were tangled with each other, and he’d never been closer to a human being before.
ponyboy never wanted to move. he hoped you felt the same way, and didn’t feel his heart racing and how sweaty his hands were. he felt how you felt soft, and well-fitted in hands.
“oh, please. mrs. young is never nice to nobody. you’d be lucky if she gave ya an mean look rather than her usual evil look.” you added onto ponyboy’s complaints of his villainous biology teacher.
“tell me ‘bout it. i’ve never heard her talk to a kid in a voice lower than a yell. i don’t even think she can talk in a normal voice.” he fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as he spoke.
“you don’t have to be so nervous,” you teased lightly. you looked up at him through your eyebrows before adjusting your head to get a better look at him. ponyboy exhaled, and turned his head away from you, feigning annoyance.
“i ain’t nervous.” “yea, and i’m marilyn monroe since we’re both liars.” you snickered as you spoke and pony just let out an airy chuckle. “c’mon, it’s jus’ me. you don’t gotta act like i’m killin’ ya.”
it felt like it, definitely.
you were giving him some sort of heart attack, some sort of mental breakdown. he was definitely gonna die. but, let it be known, ponyboy curtis would die a happy a man.
“oh, yea. that’s real comforting.” “ah, thank you.” you replied in a sarcastic tone that mingled with your voice in a way that seemed almost too natural. that’s what he liked about you—he could talk to you like this, and you didn’t get butt-hurt about it, or escalate it.
ponyboy felt you press your body against his further and he felt his heart stop. good god, you had to know just how much he liked you. he didn’t complain, though.
“you think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” ponyboy muttered, just as sarcastically as you spoke earlier. he turned his head back toward you just to plant a quick kiss against your temple. a giggle left your throat, as a small embarrassed smile spread across your lips.
“a little.” “no, a lot. i know ya like the back of my hand. can’t fool me, no sir.” ponyboy muttered between kisses. you now faced him as kiss after kiss tickled your face. you felt the smile he tried to hide against your cheek, then at the spot right beside your ear, then your chin. it felt like there wasn’t a spot unkissed.
you jokingly asked for him to stop through giggles, and lightly tried to push him away. his arms around your waist made it hard to separate yourself from ponyboy. he pressed one final, and lingering, kiss against your forehead. he emphasized the kiss with a ‘mwah’.
“you’re jus’ as evil as mrs. young, y’know?” you complained with a snicker. in response, ponyboy just rolled his eyes. “yea, right.” you leaned over quickly, planting a fast kiss on the tip of his nose. “so evil, n’ so mean.”
“shut up,” he grumbled. “make me,” you replied. his lips were pressed against yours in the matter of seconds.
…IN WHICH—reader tells the greasers the things they want to hear. if only they were sober. (Greasers: J.C, D.W, PB.C, SP.C, D.C.)
tags/warnings: gn!reader, reader is depicted either high or drunk, reader is toxic, greaser(s) miss reader/miss the familiarity of reader, angsty, story-focused, rather long.
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ red flag!reader, oh how you will always mean so much to me! this was supposed to be posted in august LMFAO
dallas winston
he should’ve never picked up that call.
if he knew that it was you calling him from a payphone, so drunk that you didn’t even know your own name, he would’ve let that phone ring.
“dally? oh, dally. i-i’m scared, i dunno where i am. it’s dark an-and i miss you.”
you slurred your words accidentally, trying to act sober in hopes that it would incline him to come and pick you up more.
“y/n, i’m busy. take this shit up with someone else.”
“dally-“
“dallas.”
he corrected you with a stern tone. he wasn’t your dally and he hadn’t been for a long time. not since your break-up. you hadn’t been his baby and he hadn’t been your dally.
“dallas, please. come and get me. i-i’m by the old gas station. please,”
you pleaded some more, no longer hiding the desperation in your voice.
the screeching from the other line was deafening. dally—dallas, had hung up on you.
wearing thin pants at a night like this, during the cold oklahoma fall, was stupid of you. it only hit you when you sat on the curb, the cold concrete hitting you like a truck.
it sobered you up; only for a second. then, just as before, it was back to every wind that rustled past, every slight movement you made was met with a familiar dizziness.
dallas kept on muttering to himself as he drove to the gas station. “can’t believe i’m doing this, man,” “they’re drunk outta their mind,” “they’re using me. it’s clear as day.”
he saw you sitting on the curb, the gas station lights illuminating your figure in the dark night. you were tightly hugging your knees to your chest, covering your face from the wind.
dally chuckled as you jumped from him honking the horn of the curtis’ ford. he leaned out the open window, not hiding the sheer annoyance he felt.
“hurry up! i got shit to do!”
watching you stumble to the truck made him feel bad for you. it’s been awhile since you’ve been this drunk. and you smelled disgusting when you got into the truck.
he rolled all the windows down.
“god, dallas. you’re so good to me—i dunno why i left you. i miss you, y’know?”
you rambled, tears already forming as you spoke. never were an emotional drunk until now.
dallas’ knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel harder, holding back from snapping at you.
‘if you missed me so goddamn bad, why is this the first fucking phone call i’m getting?!’ he thought, wishing he had the guts to shout it at you.
“you were s-so nice to me. so handsome, so funny. i’m such a fucking idiot..”
“where you goin’?”
dallas cut off your sobbing with a question, trying to stop himself from either yelling or crying.
he didn’t know why he was like this when it came to you. he hated it, almost as much as he hated you.
“home.”
you mustered between hyperventilating, tears streaming down your cheeks. you didn’t know where home was anymore since you drank yourself silly.
you two drove in silence for the rest of the ride. it was only until he pulled into the driveway did you speak again,*
“i still love you.”
god, dally wished his baby was sober.
johnny cade
“y/n, i thought you quit smokin’ mary jane.”
“i dunno where you heard that from.”
you giggled, too high to realize the seriousness of the situation.
crossing paths with you after the break up you had was unfortunate. smoking by yourself in the lot where you two hung out before was even more unfortunate.
johnny getting caught trying to go to your guy’s spot was the most unfortunate. he smelled the weed on your clothes, he seen the stub of the joint on the ground, and he seen your eyes that were red and tired.
he wished he could’ve said no when you patted the spot beside you, telling him to sit down.
“isn’t it funny that-that we meet here? i mean, accidentally, of course. unless..?”
johnny hated that you were joking with him. he knew that it could never go back to the normal bickering you two had.
“i just wanted to clear my mind.”
“yeah, me too.”
you mumbled, finding yourself in a trance with how your hair felt between your finger tips. you missed this feeling.
“is that why you started smoking again?”
the dark haired boy asked, only now realizing that he was asking too many question, getting too comfortable with you again.
god, what the hell was wrong with him?
“no.”
“then why?”
johnny couldn’t help himself from asking.
“i missed you too much. my..my mind was jus’ racing n’ racing with you. i needed to smoke.”
you admitted, dragging out the sentence for longer than it had to be.
that’s how johnny knew it wasn’t you talking anymore. the weed took over your brain, it took over your senses, it took over your mouth—it took over you.
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to hear those words, though.
johnny just wished you were sober when you said it.
ponyboy curtis
“why’re you here, y/n?”
“why are you here, ponyboy?”
the alcohol on your breath reeked. the way you slurred your words made him cringe.
he hated you when you were drunk. pony hated it so much to the point where you stopped drinking all together.
you were clearly back into the habit now. he scoffed, wishing he hadn’t come out of the house party to sit outside. if he knew you were on the steps too, he’d have done a u-turn.
too late, though. you seen him and ponyboy couldn’t hold back a sarcastic comment.
“my friends are here.”
“you got friends?”
“yes.”
you chuckled at his answer. despite the alcohol in your system, you laugh reminded him of the good times; when you were sober.
“i thought you quit.”
ponyboy kicked the red solo cup beside you, watching it roll down the steps.
“nope.”
you replied, popping the ‘p’ in the word. he scoffed, walking to sit beside you. the steps creaked as he sat down.
your movements were slowed as you turned your head to face him, your chin in the palm of your hands as the other gripped a half-full cup tightly.
it was an awkward several minutes of you borderline admiring him while he looked up at the stars in the sky.
after awhile, he finally snapped and asked you in an agitated tone,
“why are you looking at me?”
“i miss you, y’know. i’m sorry.”
ponyboy paused, feeling like a little kid again. only for a second, however. then the irritation came back.
why can’t you say this sober? pony would’ve done anything to hear you say that sober.
sodapop curtis
“you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep wandering off,”
he warned as he held your wrist tightly, pulling you away from the road. even when you were tipsy, you stumbled over your feet.
being blackout drunk, however, made it hard for you to even process that you had legs attached to your body. you walked like a rag doll.
“sorry..”
“i don’t want ‘sorry’s, y/n.”
“i’m sorry.”
sodapop doesn’t even know why he bothered. you wouldn’t take in anything he told you.
he was walking you home. you were so drunk at the party steve dragged him to, he had to make sure you were good.
even if it meant walking your ex home at midnight.
“you smell nice, soda.”
“thank you,”
he mumbled in response, keeping his head straight forward. if he looked back at you, he didn’t trust himself to not cry or engulf you in a hug.
sodapop hated the way you two ended things, but he hated the relationship more.
as you two neared your house, he seen your porch light on and audible sighed. at least someone was home to care for you in this state.
“i’m so, so sorry, soda. i’m such a fucking idiot-”
“no, you aren’t.”
“yes, i am. i lost you.”
tears brimmed in your eyes as you thought back to your mistakes, the vodka making your emotions 10x stronger. the alcohol made you say stuff you didn’t mean or believe.
and soda knew that.
an apology was all he wanted. but, he wished you were sober to tell him that.
darry curtis
“you should know better by now.”
“i’m a grown woman, darry.”
he knew that. he seen the joint between your fingers as you sat out on your steps. he was scolding you like he was your boyfriend again.
“that doesn’t mean your lungs won’t be effected.”
it felt nice to be taken care of again. you missed darry.
“i miss you, dare.”
“no, you don’t.”
he replied sternly. he was, also, a grown man. he knew damn well that it wasn’t your actual feelings.
darry was the first person to call you out on your bullshit; always.
“i’m sorry,”
“be better, y/n.”
darry had to walk off before he did something stupid. he had to before he started to console you, before he started to treat you like a girlfriend again.
hearing you apologize, hearing you say you miss him wasn’t what he needed.
but god, he wanted you to be sober when you said those words so bad.
Alrrr so can you make an imagine abt Johnny just not wanting to leave her? Like she has to get up from bed but he won’t let her and jsut tries to put all his weight on her so she can’t move and just wants to stay
— I’M RIGHT HERE .
…IN WHICH; Johnny doesn’t want you to leave.
tags/warnings: gn!reader fluff, clingy!johnny, reader does tease him (that’s the reader ur getting i’m sorry), kissing, rushed asf, and nothing else.
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m doing in this second period cuz my teacher has given up on making a teaching plan LMFAO and i finished it in the same hour
“johnny, i gotta go make us breakfast,”
you muttered. your hand was entangled in his dark locks, trying your coax him into freeing you from the rather tight grasp he has on your waist. your nails gently scratched his scalp, enticing a small groan from him.
“i can wait.”
he insisted as he pulled himself closer to you, his face hidden in your chest. johnny then, as if on cue, pressed his whole body weight against you; effectively trapping you beneath him.
“c’mon, johnny!”
you tried to shove him off of you, but it was like he called upon the gods themselves to make sure that he wouldn’t even move a muscle. each shove you gave him, another whine vibrated through his throat.
“i don’t want you to go hungry n’ have people thinkin’ i’m starvin’ my boyfriend!”
he shifted his position, moving upwards slightly, his head resting against your collarbone. a sigh left your lips as the realization of your situation for the next few hours set in.
“jus’ a lil’ longer, baby. swear by it, jus’ a little longer.”
johnny seemingly begged for just the slightest bit of attention from you, the slightest bit of anything from you.
you stayed silent of a moment, staring up at the ceiling as you pondered your options. well, more like your only choice. but, whatever.
“don’t go, not yet.”
you huffed before your eyes shifted downward, seeing johnny’s messy hair cover his eyes as he tried his best to look up at you. his eyes seemed much wider than ever, like he was trying to give you puppy-dog eyes to convince you more.
and goddamnit, can johnny cade do puppy-dog eyes well.
you roughed up his hair, johnny lightly smacking your hand away from his already tangled hair.
“i guess i gotta give in. all because my boyfriend wants to be a big baby, huh?”
“..‘m not a baby, y/n.”
“it’s okay, you can be honest with me.”
a huff left johnny’s lips this time out of slight annoyance at your teasing. though, he always kinda liked that you didn’t soften when he was around. always tough.
his lips were suddenly pressed against your skin, lightly kissing your neck.
“nobody’d believe me if i ever told ‘em how mean you are to me.”
he joked, another kiss being planted as he spoke, taking pauses between his sentence to do just that.
it wasn’t his fault that kissing you was so nice.
“i ain’t mean to you. ‘s jus’ tough love.”
a chuckle left his throat, shaking his head as best as he could.
hi! they aren’t open right now, but maybe on Wednesday if, by then, i can’t get creative!! i’ll totally post a little announcement if i open up my reqs, though!
