the outsiders boys (separate) x theater kid (could you do both an actor and techy version)
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Theater student x greasers | mini-fic
w: cursingxcigarettemention
Ponyboy x Drama Club reader
It’s obvious that Ponyboy loves his books. Oh but when he watches you bring one to life. Fucking magical. Needless to say. You bring the wonder to him and you honestly brings the books he reads and his thoughts behind them, to life. This guy would sit through every rehearsal with a paperback in his lap until your scenes started. It’s like he followed along the book and mostly along with you. He would look up and instantly forget to look back down. After rehearsal he’d walk you home while asking things like, “So… how do your come someone else?” You’d smile and reply back to him with something like, “I don’t become someone else. I just find pieces of me in them, you know?” Ponyboy nodded slowly but he definitely thought about you what had told him for weeks.
Johnny x Costume Designer reader
Back in the dressing room, you would sew up new contraptions for the upcoming plays. And Johnny loved sitting there quietly, watching you sew. It gave him some sort of peace that even he couldn’t believe he could have just by watching someone he love sewing. It was more of a warm sit back at home domesticated feeling you gave him just by working on what you needed to work on. It was peaceful. No pressure. No yelling. Just the soft hum of the sewing machine. He would even help you out at times. Sometimes he’d hand you pins. Sometimes he’d untangle thread. Most of the time he’d just watch and learn. One afternoon, you held up an old jacket. “Can you try this on?” He looked up with wide-eyes, “Me?” “It needs a model, Johnnycake.” You giggled softly. Johnny slipped it on like a charm. You smiled so brightly it almost made him blush. Who am I kidding, he was blushing! “Wow, looks perfect…” No one had ever said something fit him before.
Dally x Drama Actor reader
I think we can all agree that Dally would think, no, SWORE that theater was fucking stupid. Like an absolute joke to him, that he probably wouldn’t take so seriously. With that being said, he would only agree to pick you up because your rehearsal ended after dark one night. He leaned against the wall backstage, cigarette tucked behind his ear, looking painfully out of place amazing painted flats and costumes. He stood out like a sore ass thumb. He was ready to just walk out but then he watched your scene. One second you were laughing. Next, you were sobbing so hard the winter auditorium went silent. You made this dudes jaw drop. I mean, it actually dropped. He was so… impressed. “You were cryin’.” You blinked with a slight chuckle after you had done your scene. “Dal, it was acting.” “You mean… you weren’t actually sad?” You chuckled softly, “No, dumbass.” Dally just looked at you then stepped closer to you, “…do it again.” Needless to say, he attended every show after that. He’d never admit he like theater but it just so happened to be him sitting in the front row every opening night.
Sodapop x Musical theater reader
Every rehearsal ended with you humming. You always had this passion for singing and everyone around you knew you had a beautiful singing voice. You could’ve become famous for your angelic-like voice. Your biggest supporter was none other than your golden retriever boyfriend, Sodapop. He loved everything about you, especially your singing voice. And when you had your musical rehearsals,he would learn every song you had to learn without even trying. This sweetheart would even a start singing harmonies from outside the auditorium windows. You’d laugh halfway through rehearsals because there he was grinning through the glass. He didn’t have the best voice ever but you loved his voice anyways. He looked more alive singing the same songs you would sing for your musicals. One day your director sighed, “Can someone let y/n’s boyfriend inside? He’s gonna break the glass one of these days.” The entire cast applauded when Soda accidentally stole the scene just by smiling his famous movie-star smile.
Steve Randle x Set Builder reader
Randle being the “professional mechanic” he would always claim your club made “fake walls”. You knew this because it couldn’t be real dry-walls when you’re set building. The set has to be able to move in between scenes behind curtain closes. In doing that, the walls have to be almost cardboard-thin and easy to move. Then there was one day you decide to ask him if he could help you build one. Within twenty minutes he’d corrected three measurements, reinforced the frame to be more sturdy but still movable, and figured out how to make the staircase stop wobbling so much. “This… this right here, would’ve collapsed.” “I know.” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “you ‘know’? You people just… hope?” “Babe, we improvise.” Steve nearly had a heart attack at that answer of yours. After that he unofficially became the set crews favorite volunteer. He’d return he wasn’t enjoying himself while carrying lumber and tools around. Darry head about his contribution to the set building and was actually impressed with his workmanship in building, he didn’t know he had it in him. Dar was even considering Steve to come and work with him on roofing jobs after that.
Two-Bit x Comedy Actor reader
You had a natural and innate way of making people laugh. You were always the goof ball in your circle and even wanted to take up comedy roles in life. And that’s exactly what you did! Your boyfriend, Two-Bit, loved that comedic side of you. You weren’t always serious and you had so many funny bones in your body. You two just clicked, immediately. Perfect for each other. So it wasn’t such a bad thing you had specialized in comedy. So did he, obviously. Which meant rehearsals were always fucking chaos, but in a good way. The director eventually made a rule, “No improvising.” Two-Bit raised his hand, “What if inspiration strikes?” “It won’t.” It did. Constantly. Half your scenes ended with the both of you trying—and then failing—not to laugh. Opening night became legendary because the audience couldn’t tell which jokes were scripted.
Darry x Stage Manager reader
You had the busiest job of the whole entire set. Not to mention, the most stressing one too. Which meant hard days and nights at the set, trying to perfect the entire setting to how it needs to be. Make sure everyone keeps up with their jobs and making sure your head stays on. With that, you needed someone to help relieve your stressors. Dating a stage manager many dating someone busier than him. Clipboard. Headset. Coffee. A shit-load of coffee. And always having to run somewhere. Darry would show up after work carrying dinner because he knew you’d forgotten to eat… yet again. You’d barely glance up. “Can you hold this?” Suddenly Darry was holding a flashlight… then a prop sword… then someone’s fake mustache… then somehow calling cues because the assistant stage manager had disappeared to God knows where. By closing night everyone assumed he worked there. Thats how much he had been helping you out. He didn’t mind it though. He liked seeing the look on your face when every cue landed perfectly. “You make all this happen,” he’d tell you as the curtain fell. “And nobody out there even knows.” You’d smile tiredly. “Thats kind of the point.” He kissed your forehead. “I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t be proud of you.”
