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𝐇𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢! 𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚!!
𝖨𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 - 𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒💋💋
Heyyyy, i love your writing and i was wondering if you could write a fic where curtis! reader is dating Two bit. Maybe like some headcanons or smt idk. Tysmm!
I LOVE TWOBIT DOWNNNN
Bad influence ⋆ ˚。 ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。 ⋆
One thing know true to word about Twobit Matthew’s, ever the ‘wisecracker’ as Ponyboy Curtis likes to call him, is that when he makes his very often, very stupid jokes, he doesn’t particularly process what he really says in his brain.
So when he says something to you that he doesn’t realise is enough to make you ignore him and give the cold shoulder, he’s more than confused. He’s uncontrollably insufferable.
The first instance, in class - throwing screwed up notes written on paper with silly little jokes and sweet, but strange lines to attempt to get you to turn around and giggle or roll your eyes. ‘you dont needa play hard to get hon’ or ‘what i do wrong baby? Write here _____’ now that second one may have gotten a small smirk, but he needed to understand consequences.
The second was when you walk through the halls and he follows you around, not in a usual way - like an over excited monkey. Grabbing. Poking. Bouncing. Practically being the only thing that can be around your eyes, ears or path.
“Oh come on nowww sweets, be reasonable here” he groans, his fidgety hands wanting to play with your hair.
You roll your eyes and raise your eyebrows, pushing the palm of your hand on his face to move him away, he grabs your hand so that you can’t pull it back.
“See I gotcha now” he actually giggled, cheekily, his eyes creasing but never leaving your face to see if there was any change in your, oh so stoic demeanour.
“Can’t pretend I’m not here anymore” he hummed and raised his brows at you.
You lightly scratched at his cheek with the pink press on nails he swiped for you a few days ago because he knew how bored you could get and how fun even smaller things like doing your nails, and his sisters ..and his, can be. Even if he was practically screaming trying to get them off because the gang could never catch word of this.
“You really don’t have nothing to say?” You finally stood still, your eyes being half lidded and your expression expecting.
“I should be asking you that” he smarts back, you almost laugh, it wasn’t easy to stay mad when he could be so ridiculous.
But you roll your eyes and sigh about to walk to your next class not wanting to fall for it.
“Come on baby come with me!!” the way he says it is casual but really it’s demanding as he pulls you by an arm around the shoulder as he pulls you to the school parking lot. Eventually in his car your arms are crossed and his arm is around your seat as he’s using his other hand to lean over and hold you however he can as he begs you to tell him what’s wrong.
“Really? ‘Some rich pretty boys gonna steal you away from me’” you mock his voice and facial expressions almost making him laugh before he remembers the seriousness of the situation, you swat his hand away as it started to get sweaty through nervousness which he obviously couldn’t show, he runs the hand down his face before he immediately and instinctively puts back to curl around your waist, gripping your clothing as his face even contorts to confusion.
“How can you be mad about that?” He asks, not caring that neither of you are actively skipping class now for a micro argument.
“Keith im not like that!! When you say stuff like that - that I’m gonna leave you for some soc- or for anyone how do you think I feel? Like I’m just another joke to you.” you try not to snap but can’t help it, normally you weren’t sensitive to his jokes but when you feel like your not being taken seriously what else were you to do.
You didn’t realise maybe he was just insecure, but how endlessly could you try to ensure him that he was the one.
“Oh come on baby, I was just foolin’ around, you know I’d never let you go like that” he smirks as he moves his hand down to your thigh now.
“You better not, I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” You finally smile slightly.
“Good.”
“Good.”
You repeat after him as he moves intensely close to your face and lean in to kiss you, intimate and soft, his hand coming from the back of the seat and to the strands of your y/h/t hair.
“You ain’t no joke to me.” His voice his low and for once playful but truthful, not moving backwards and looking into your eyes so that he knows you understand him, his acceptance coming back with another peck.
“Since we’re already out how ‘bout we go get some drinks an have some fun tonight? Maybe fool around a little more.” He leans back with a lazy smirk as all tension off of him is lost.
“You’re a bad influence.” You poke his cheek as he starts the car anyway.
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SORRY THIS IS SO SPECIFIC
Hear me out Johnny x reader where they get crazy high and confess to each other lolz. and then they both remember it the next day and they're embarrassed and worried like "what if they don't remember it? Should I bring it up? Or should I wait" teehee but then Johnny gets jealous cuz reader is talking to another guy too much and blurts it out. Make this kinda fluffy please. And add kissing and cuddling after 💔💔
Hah this is so tea I love this I am 100% doing it.
In the clouds honey
high! Johnny Cade x high! F! Reader
Tonight the lot was quiet, it was cold, the wind was blowing the crunchy leaves about everywhere, you and Johnny were sat shoulder to shoulder, he’d shyly tried to offer you his jacket earlier but he needed it more than ever, besides it was your fault for deciding that you thought you’d be completely fine in your hoodie.
Guess you were wrong. God knows how long you’d been out here, or how long ago pony, twobit and dal had left.
And naturally, it all started with Dally. Usually it does. Before he left, he suspiciously smirked your way, and winked as he tossed a little bag of doobies to Johnny, confidence rolled up in each one. Then he dragged pony away, they were both snickering and you and Johnny just shared a glance, there was no point in questioning it anymore, you were used to this kind of nonsense.
“Don’t smoke it all in one place kids” was the last thing he said. That felt like eons ago.
Because time barely exists when you’re high, either it goes way too fast or way too slow. But you never cared, that wasn’t your main concern, “hey I knew you smoked cancer sticks but since when’dya start weed?” You raised a brow, curious and amused.
Johnny shrugged and pulled out his lighter, on that two had stolen for him. He had a little half smile on his face, “I don’t usually.. but I ain’t gonna pass it up, you don’t gotta have any if you don’t want-”
“Oh come on Johnny I’m not scared of no herb” you chuckled and that’s just when it started, you’d passed it back n forth every minute then lit up another. By now everything in your mind had blanked out, you both giggled at the littler things or sillier thoughts that came to mind, and you also felt warm with each other.
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After a little while longer you were both lying on the grass, your legs laid on top of his to be comfy and your head inches away from his.
“What’chu thinkin bout?” He asked, his eyes not even needing to look at your face to see how pink it had gone from the warmth.
“I’m not thinking about nothing, what are you thinking bout?” You looked straight at him, slowly turning your head.
“I’m thinking bout you, whatever your thinking bout?..” he said quieter.
“That’s dumb..” you impulsively laughed and he nudged your side and you carried on, “like.. you ever feel like you’re not really all there, kinda floaty, then kinda.. underwater. It’s hard to explain but I feel like you’ll understand. Y’know?”
Now his straight face crinkled as he laughed, it was contagious because you laughed along, not even meaning to.
“Cah man.. that’s either real deep or stupid, I can’t even tell.” He rasped once he’d calmed down.
It was nice to see him happy, laughing.
You obviously hadn’t replied and also hadn’t realised his gaze lingering as you were in your head, “your real pretty when your happy” his hand twitched, closer to yours till they were touching.
You smiled and before you could say anything back he realised what he said and ran his free hand down his face, not even daring to move a muscle in the one touching yours. “I mean- not like- you know, your always pretty n stuff, not just now.. your, the only girl I ever wanna look at”
Your fingers laced with his finally and tightened as soon as they locked into place, fitting like the missing piece of a puzzle, cliche but real.
“I really like you Johnny, I’ve never liked anyone the way I like you..” you whispered as you moved closer and he let you.
“I like you a hell of a lot too, like.. a lot. You’re all I ever think of, the first person I look for, I even spoke to the stars about you..”
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Eventually he insisted on walking you back to your house, you asked if he wanted to stay the night but he’d promised pony to stay at his already. You didn’t mind, you were just happy you’d got to be with him.
When you finally got to that front porch you were dreading of reaching you both stopped - faced each other his brown eyes indulging in your y/e/c ones. His hands were around his belt loops, from what you knew by now was a habit of nervousness. His shoulders tensed as your hands brought up to his face, slowly so that he wouldn’t flinch, and you placed both plans either side. His breath hitched and his lips parted.
You didn’t kiss him though, not yet, under these circumstances, of course everything you said was real but you’d wanted it to be sober.
You’d been drunk before, high, sober, nothing ever compared to the feeling of being with him.
“Goodnight Johnny ..you better be safe and tell darry and soda I said hi since they weren’t there today” your voice said just above a whisper, a quaint smile on your lips.
He blinked, obviously not expecting that, “wh- course y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow, sleep good” he nodded, making a piece of hair fall down, he stood watching you walk in, and still didn’t leave for a few minutes after you’d gone inside.
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It was another cold day, you chose the drive in since you and pony could ramble on about your shared passion for movies.
You two, plus Steve, soda and darry were sat in the back of Darrys truck, two bit accompanying the almost late Dally and Johnny, neither of you had said anything to each other yet but it clearly wouldn’t stay that way long. Not in a group like this where somebody spots something immediately.
Dally stared at you wondering why you hadn’t already come over to Johnny, course you were close with the Curtis’s - they treated you like their own as they did with the rest of the boys in the gang but no way did he think you’d be sat practically ignoring Johnny and yapping to soda about some gossip you both heard about some random person you both knew.
“Why’re they bein all weird?” Twobit side eyed and asked darry, darry almost smacked him upside the head and stared at him.
“Just shut it - let em figure it out.” He shook his head, knowing this would come eventually after years of seeing you two playing a game of cat n mouse.
Once Johnny and Dally came back with drinks and popcorn they handed it out and Johnny sat down by you. You weren’t sure whether to smile or shrivel up and die. Obviously it was real, why wouldn’t it have been? Could it just have been the weed speaking. Gosh did he even care, did he know how much you cared?
Your hounded brushed his and you could have sworn he tensed up. Steve gave a confused and somewhat dramatic look to Soda who immediately shut him up by narrowing his eyes and shaking his head no.
“You and goddamn Steve. Tryna ruin it.” Darry sighed, and dally chuckled, finding it all entertaining and lighting up a cigarette at the same time as keeping an eye.
Johnny’s leg bumped yours and your heart nearly dropped.
He stared at you one second, then looked away just before you looked back at him - then looked back at the big screen.
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Halfway through the long movie you’d went to get a refill and also go to the bathroom to touch up on your makeup, it was too dark to look at your compact mirror.
Once that was done you were in the line when some soc had the audacity to start touching your y/h/t hair. Twirling it around his finger and smirking too hard - almost like it was permanent on his face. “You’re a pretty one” he peered in, close up you saw how much older he was than you - “you shouldn’t be here all alone you know.. me n my buddies got some space-”
“No I- I’m not alone- I got-” you could tell he wasn’t listening the way he was sizing you up and down, getting uncomfortably closer to you by the second.
Johnny didn’t like your absence, he felt every second of it, that’s when soda checked out the refreshments area and saw what was going on, “oh boy.. cmon we gotta-” dally kicked him and motioned to Johnny who was about to lose all damn sense in him.
He shout up uncharacteristically and stormed over there, getting angrier with the second, grabbing the switchblade in his pocket and glaring the way dal had taught him how - to intimidate.
“Hey we should help why’re we just sittin here?” Pony asked.
“Nah, let the kid handle it” Darry smirked. Almost proudly.
“His time to shine woohoo boy.. Go get your girl, Johnnycakes!!” Twobit shouted.
Johnny had heard that last part and took it to heart. He wasn’t playing anymore. “Hey listen man she said she ain’t alone.” He said before he even got to your side.
“Oh yeah? You her boyfriend or something?! Hm? She ain’t mentioned nothing about that maybe she just got tired of the grea-” the doc tried to condescend and get a bigger reaction not liking the idea of being rejected.
“I said. She’s with me. You oughta do yourself a favour and get lost.” Johnny said serious as ever, flipping the switch blade but not bringing it up to eye level not wanting to be seen by a worker then kicked out and ruining everyone’s night. But the soc heard it and then saw it. Cowering a little - but trying not to drop his smirk.
Your lips parted and there was something about the way he was sticking up for you really making your heart beat faster and your skin grow hotter.
“Get lost” Johnny said once more before the doc just accepted defeat and left one and for all.
He put the blade back in his pocket and then held both of his hands onto yours, instinctively locking your fingers together.
Now he was back to being nervous and you were sure you liked like a dear in headlights as his eyes searched yours. “Y/n what’s going on.. what’do you remember.. about yesterday?”
“All of it..” you said quieter and closer. “You?”
“I remember every word, so what are we doin? I thought-” he was speaking so soft, but you didn’t give him a chance to finish as your hands reached the back of his neck and pulled him down toward you, kissing him intently like you really were the only important things in the universe. He stumbled forward, his hands grabbing your waist to stabilise you as he lightly moved you back toward the back of one of the stalls, he was grinning, it was somewhat shy, your first kisses, but his hands tightened around you, and yours tightened around his neck and you pulled him back in.
His lips were soft on yours and warm, began to get a little messy as one of his hands snaked around your back to pull you impossibly closer and the other got lost in your hair.
“About damn time” you chuckled and pulled away.
“Yeah” he murmured. “About time l/n.”
And by the end of the movie, the damn drinks were refilled, johnnys arm was around you snd your head leaned against him, the rest of the gang having the stupid smirks on their face the same way that dally did.
But did didn’t matter to you what anybody thought because as long as you were in the arms of Johnny Cade you were loved, and it felt like you were in the clouds.
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Sodapop Curtis x Reader
• Your boyfriend competes in a street race against shepherds gang, of course Soda’s gonna win😉
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The Oklahoma heat hadn’t let up, not even when the sun went down.
You leaned against the hood of Steve’s car, watching the guys get everything set up on the old stretch of empty road just outside the city limits. Cars lined either side, engines purring low like growling dogs waiting to be let off the leash. The Shepards showed up loud, rowdy, and full of bad attitude, Tim swaggering like he already owned the night and sending glances your way lingering a little too long, trying to see how bad he could rile up Soda or any of your guard dogs in the Curtis gang (YOUR boys😛).
However Soda wasn’t jealous, he knew you looked good and he was set to win, he stood by the car him and Steve had been working on at the DX all day, confident, smooth, and cocky in the way only your boyfriend could be. His sleeves were rolled up tight against his tan arms, his smile was challenging, his slicked back hair falling slightly on his face, his eyes practically sparkling.
“I’ll smoke him,” he’d said earlier, chuckling. “Sure Tim’s good, but I’m better. And my baby—” he’d patted the hood of his car, “—she wants to win.”
“Which baby are you talkin’ about?” you’d teased, walking up to him moving close to his face and letting your hands find their place on his t-shirt that was sticking to him “Me or her?”
He’d grinned. “Both.” He leaned down and kissed you quickly, then when you when to walk back to let him continue - knowing it was something he was set on doing, he smacked your ass and hid behind the car playfully.
Now, the gang was here, of course Steve came with the two of you, Two-Bit dragged Johnny and Pony telling Darry that they deserved to have some fun, including Darry himself (ofc he caved and came. Dallas had come, probably just for the thrill and the bet money. You caught Two-Bit waving a flask, already grinning like a fool. The Shepherd gang stood opposite, all cigarette smoke and rough laughter.
You were the official starter girl for the race, a role Soda insisted on. “C’mon baby, I gotta have my girl out front..” he’d said biting his lip like he knew he was gonna get his was already.
So here you were, wearing tight, high-waisted shorts and a little red halter top tied behind your neck, your hair blowing back like you stepped straight out of a poster. You pulled on your sunglasses even though it was night, they went with the outfit.
You walked out to the center of the road slowly, deliberately, the clack of your heels catching every damn eye. You felt them all watching.
Soda leaned out the window of his car and was grinning ear to ear, “Lookin’ good, sweetheart,” he called.
You reached the middle of the road, arms stretched wide. Both engines roaring louder, the tension hanging like summer thunder.
You smirked, then dropped your arms in one swift, dramatic motion.
Go.
The cars shot forward like bullets from a gun. Tires screeching and smoke curling into the air, and the crowd howled as the two cars rocketed down the road side by side, a couple guys whistling as you jogged back toward the gang, Pony grabbing your arm and spinning you around with a whoop. “That was real tough,” Johnny chuckled hazily, he’d deffo had a couple swigs from two’s flask. “Yeah y/n that was wild” Pony chuckled as he nudged your arm.
“Oh you two are sweet” you giggled and looked between them.
“Hey, yknow I can be real sweet y/n” Dally leaned in and before you could say anything back ponyboy gave him a dirty look, and shoved him back, rolling his eyes and saying something about telling Soda to fight him, you could barely hear over the sound of the screaming engines.
“Come on, come on,” Darry muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed as he watched the two headlights blur into streaks.
But then..
Soda pulled ahead, inch by inch, then foot by foot, until he was a full car length in front by the time they hit the finish chalk drawn across the pavement. He crossed it first, no question.
The gang exploded.
“YEAH!” Two-Bit whooped, nearly tackling Steve in excitement who was hollering just as loud.
You sprinted down the street as Soda screeched to a stop and jumped out of the car, arms wide.
“I told you!” he shouted, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you clean off the ground, spinning you in a circle as the cheers echoed all around. “Didn’t I tell you, baby? I smoked his ass!”
“You did,” you said breathlessly, laughing as you kissed him right then and there. “I might just need to take you for a real ride.” You whispered, flirting with him like you hadn’t been together for years already.
He raised a brow at that, lips cheekily curling into his signature smirk, “that a promise sweet-”
“COME ON YALL, we’re celebratin’!!” Steve shouted, jumping around the two of you and hyping up the gang, ignoring the sour looks from the sore losers rooting for Tim.
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Sodapop Curtis Boyfriend HC’s
• has Polaroid photos of you (multiple) and keeps one in his wallet so he can look at you anywhere he is (even though your with him most of the time)
• lifts you up when he hugs you, gives you piggy backs randomly just because he wants to feel you close.
• pretends to get annoyed at his hair and say it’s not working just so you can be like “want some help?” And run your fingers through his hair.
• If he catches you doing any skincare or facemask best BELIEVE he’s doing it too- actually making you do it on him as he sits on the toilet seat, the edge of the bathtub, the counter, wherever, he will manspread and hold you between his legs as you grab his face and apply your pink facemask
• call him a big baby because that’s how he acts and he will deny it all he wants but there will still be s smirk on his face proving your point
• he is a suckerrrr for biting you, leaning hickeys all the time without even realising.
• everyone says this but hanging around the DX with him and Steve, and Steve flirts with you to make him jelly, then Soda dragging you ‘round the corner on his break to make outttt
• He wants a simple life, to marry you and have a kid and work his silly little job - so if you don’t want that then there’s a lot to work out
• dancing with him in the kitchen, and you pulling in pony as he sits there with a fake disgusted look on his face but giggles as soon as he’s in the mix
• having late night talks with darry when whoever in the house was asleep and deep down darrys a huge softie dor you and is glad his brother has come one like you
• litwrally eats you alive with his eyes
• when your not around he peobably makes up conversations with you in his head and fake scenarios I’m not even joking
• Dally probably ragebait a him too by making comments about you or tries to flirt with you but when you clock his bs sodas like😏😛
•. You could literally tell the MOST unfunny joke and he’d still be giggling and glazing 😭
• insists he’s psychic when it comes to your emotions
“are you mad..”
“No?”
“Your thinking about being mad though”
• gets into fights for you all the time, your at the drive in and a soc is flirting with you? Oh he is SWINGING, and then laughing because he said he enjoys fights sooo🤷♀️😉
• calls you mrs Curtis alllll the time😛😛
• your parents probably love him, so he doesn’t even need to sneak in through the window eventually and your house is like a second home to him, and you tell the gang they’re welcome anytime (just as long as they aren’t disrespectful😈 - also might make a fic based on ts?????)
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Hi love!! Can u do a ponyboy Curtis x childhood bestfriend fem reader where they knew eachother since kids and go to the Same school and used to do sleepovers and they do platonic cuddling and any and the reader secretly has a crush on him and you do any ideas?? I ran out of ideas like you could do like how they’re having a sleepover and reader confesses or anything you want
Yes this is so cute omg
“𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬”
“Hey, move over,” you yawned, nudging Ponyboy with your elbow.
He grinned sleepily and lifted the edge of the blanket for you. “Oh no, you’re the one who takes up all the space.”
“No your the one whose got all the blanket” you teased as you moved in closer, you were laying on the floor of the Curtis living room, your usual sleepover spot since you were little kids. Soda was out with Steve and Darry had picked up some work last minute, and the rest of the gang were god knows where so Pony took his chance and invited you around his since it was quiet.
It was a Friday night and Pony’s room had been too warm, so the two of you dragged blankets and pillows into the living room like you used to in third grade. Now, you were both older, still best friends, still doing sleepovers, but it was starting to feel a little different.
At least for you it did.
You were curled under a blanket beside him, and his arm naturally around your shoulders. He was always connected you in one way or another, olaying with your hair, holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder or even standing close enough to be skin to skin, and it always made your stomach twist into knots in the best and worst way.
You didn’t know when exactly you fell for him, it kinda just happened, maybe it was the way he always remembered how you liked your toast, or the way he looked at you during class when something funny happened, or maybe it was just… always there, deeply rooted and just blooming as you both grew.
The movie you’d been watching played quietly in the background, neither of you really paying attention.
“You ever think about how long we’ve known each other?” you asked softly, eyes on the ceiling, you weren’t trying to avoid his gaze, but since you were he could tell something was eating at you.
Pony tilted his head toward you. “Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, huh? You’ve basically been around since I learned how to spell.” He slightly snickered.
You smiled faintly. “Remember when we used to pretend the couch was a pirate ship?”
“‘Captain Pony’ and ‘Mermaid Y/N.’ Mom always took too many pictures and I’d get annoyed.” He reminisced, and shook his head.
You laughed gently at the memory, then fell quiet again, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t know what else to say. He glanced at you, narrowing his eyes, “What’s goin’ on? Your all quiet n stuff, what’cha thinkin about? Me..” he grinned and squeezed his arm around your shoulders, trying to open you up and read your thoughts.
You hesitated for a moment, then you whispered, “Do you think it’s weird that we still do sleepovers?”
Pony blinked. “What? No, I mean, it’s you. It’s aint weird.”
You nodded slowly, staring at the flickering screen. “It’s not weird to you… but sometimes I think it’s weird to me.” Then flickering your gaze down to your fingers as you started to fiddle with them out of nervousness.
His brows furrowed. “What. What do you mean?” His gaze pierced at you, he just wanted, needed you to look up at him and tell him the thoughts swimming in that head of yours.
You swallowed, voice suddenly a lot quieter. “Pony I- I don’t think I feel the same way I used to.” You then sighed, like you’d been holding it in for years.
He sat up a little, just enough to look at you more clearly. “What’re you saying y/n?”
“I mean— I still love this, being around you. I love the sleepovers and the way we’ve always had each other and being close, but it’s not just best friend love anymore. At least not for me.”
Silence. Oh no, no, no, no you were too nervous for this, it had just slipped.
You didn’t look at him, instead you’d already said too much, why not just lay it all out. “I think I like-like you pony, I have for god knows how long now and I didn’t wanna say nothing but-” you slapped a hanf over your mouth, why couldn’t you just stop damn talking.
He was just quiet for too long for your liking, your chest started to ache like your heart had dropped down through your body. You tried to stand and rushed out your next words “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just—”
He reached out instinctively but gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down “hey wait don’t go- I do. I do” he said, voice low. “I just didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me.”
You finally looked at him, lips parted, face tinted pink, eyes wide and heart thudding. “Wait… what? You do?”
He gave you a soft, shy smile. “Yeah. I thought I was just imagining things. But the way you looked at me sometimes… it didn’t feel like just a best friend look. I mean I tried to make it obvious that I wanted you but I’m not too good at it..”
You laughed a little, half-relieved and half-nervous. “So what now?”
Pony hesitated, then reached for your face softly and almost jittery, whispering as he leaned down and close “..can I kiss you?”
Your nodded wordlessly, letting him grab your face as your hand went softly around the back of his neck, his hair brushing past your fingers as you equally pulled him in, lips pressing in a featherlight kiss, the kind that made you feel sweet and messy and like fireworks had went off all at once.
When you both laid back down, his arm came around you again, and this time, your fingers laced with his.
“Still not weird,” he whispered into your hair.
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JOHNNY X READER WHERE THEY GET FREWKY IN YHE LOT
Of course I can💋 this might be a bit short but I’m about to go to sleep 💔💔💔💔
Johnny Cade x Reader
• smut
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The gang was long gone, and the lot was quiet except for the sounds of crickets chirping and soft breathing between you and Johnny, you were sat on his lap again, knees at the sides of his hips and one of his hands holding your waist low, the other tracing up and down your thigh, while your hands were wrapped around his neck and tousling his slicked back hair.
Johnny pulled away and looked up at you with those big brown eyes like you hung the moon in the sky, like you were enchanting him, and with the silent deep rooted possession and love he felt just being near you, maybe you were some kind of magic to him. “Y’know.. every time we’re together, I think I start to go crazy or somethin’” he murmured, his teeth flashing though the grin he was trying to compress as he looked up at you.
You smiled back leaning down to kiss him slow. “I make you crazy Cade?”
That made him laugh into your mouth, and for a second it was just soft kisses and shared warmth. “Always” his voice came out barely a whisper, making you deepen the kiss and pull him closer. Then he started gripping your hips tighter. The way your bodies fit was second nature now, it was familiar it was easy. And every time still felt like the first all over again.
“I want you” he whispers in your ear then bites at your neck, leaving a dark hickey, “ain’t nobody around for miles, really” he bit down again, lower, by your collar bone.
You groaned at the feeling of him marking you “I want you too” you rushed out, quiet and uncontrolled. And that was all it took. Your shorts were unbuttoned and loose and Johnny laid you back gently onto the blanket you had both been on for hours. He hovered over you, kissing you slow this time. Reverent. Like he was scared to blink and miss it.
Not used to doing it outside of your room, he pushed your underwear to the side instead of taking them off (remembering things dally had taught him about girls before) you were both too caught up in the moment to remember where you were, he fumbled with his jeans, too shaky and eager to be smooth about it, making you giggle and help him out, but you shut up when you felt how hard he was.
And then he was lining himself up, eyes searching yours. “You okay?”
You nodded, pulling him down. “Please.”
He inched into you slow at first and your eyes fluttered shut as you whimpered beneath him. He knew your body like the back of his hand, you fit like puzzle pieces, he filled you in ways that made your brain explode into clouds and glitter and sunshine. Pure. Bliss.
Your bodies moved in sync with muscle memory. Every grind of his hips made your stomach clench, your nails dig into his back. He whispered your name over and over like a prayer, like it was all he knew how to say.
The world melted away like it was just the two of you.
Then he moved faster and deeper, hitting the perfect spot again and again, and you were both becoming a mess, moaning, gasping, gripping each other like you’d disappear if you didn’t.
“Doin’ so good baby” he whispered, his hands tangled in yours crushing the flowers beneath you, anchoring you to the earth as your body arched and you finished, feeling like you plummeted back to reality, crying out his name like it was all that existed.
He followed a few thrusts later, burying his face into your neck as he came with a shaky groan, holding you close as he spilled inside you.
For a while, you didn’t speak - but it was comfortable. He laid back on your side on the blanket as you pulled your shorts up and he pulled his jeans up, just sorting yourselves out.
In no time he pulled you into his chest, skin slick with sweat and legs tangled.
“…I can’t believe we just did it in the lot” you chuckles dazed, your fingertips tracing circles over his chest. “The gang better not find out about this” you tapped his chest.
He chuckled breathlessly and ran a hanf through his hair again “yeah right, they’d be on our ass, remember how long twobit teased us last time he nearly caught us?”
And then you both just laughed softly and began rambling hazily looking up at the stars, eventually you’d fall asleep knowing that you shouldn’t have and that you’d probably get lectured by ponyboy the next day about falling asleep in the lot, but he’d never know the secrets you and Johnny kept.
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𓆩♡𓆪
Everybody Here Wants You
Dallas Winston x Reader (Inspired by Jeff Buckley idk)
• Slightly smutty ending
• Drinking/party scene??
The night air was all heat and smoke, the kind of southern summer that stuck to your skin and made your clothes feel like they didn’t belong. The windows of Buck’s place were flung wide open, but it didn’t help, and the party pulsed like it was alive, sweat on backs, beer on lips, music trembling through floorboards that had seen too much.
You walked in late, like always. But you never slipped in unnoticed.
The moment you stepped over the threshold, heads turned.
Your hair was styled in a way you wanted, also one of the reasons you were late. You walked in like gold and starlight embodied, sooner rather than later someone catcalled, you didn’t care, you didn’t even look.
You were used to it, being watched, especially when you were here, especially by him.
Dallas Winston was across the room, shoulder pressed to the wall, beer bottle sweating in his hand. His jaw was sharp, hair messy, shirt clinging to his chest. But he wasn’t looking at the music, the girls, the pool game, the fight breaking out in the yard.
He was watching you from the second you entered, like he’d been waiting. With that same lazy, dark stare. The one that set your skin alight. The one that always made your stomach turn inside out, slow and heavy and wanting. You could never get enough.
You didn’t say anything when you passed him. Just took a cold drink off the counter, nodded at Steve, and got dragged in to dance by a very drunk Two-bit.
After a while he came up behind you slow, slithering you away from the crowd.
You had almost felt him before you heard him, the coldness with a strange warmth, the smell cigarettes and leather. You didn’t need to turn around, you just let your lips curl into a smirk as you felt him encapsulate your being.
“You wear that for me?” he muttered leaning down to your ear, his question playful but the delivery of it had a harshness. His breath was warm against your neck and your spine went stiff like it always did when he got that near.
You took a sip of your drink, eyes still straight ahead. “You think everything’s about you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle and he reciprocated, It was deep and quiet and made your skin crawl in the best way. “Nah,” he said, “not everything.”
Just you.
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The party moved on. The gang played poker in the kitchen. Pony and Johnny tried to set up the record player right. Dally’s eyes never left ylu, the way that crooked smirk never left his face.
You danced a little. Let Soda spin you once in the middle of the room before you slipped away again, back out you leaned against the walls. The air was still thick but quieter out there, a little less hot, and less people. You just needed the quiet, you needed to breathe. Only for a moment.
Then the screen door creaked, and he followed.
Your head was tilted to the stars. They were blurred by heat, far away and indifferent. Dally came up to you as you suspected he might, a knowing grin crept on your face. In no time his hands wrapped waist like they belonged there and his body pressed up against yours, his hot palms and rough fingertips running their way up and down the material of your tight outfit. You couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat.
“Y’know everyone in there wants you,” he said quietly, lips brushing the edge of your ear, and his finger playing with a strand of your hair like he knew he’d won, he then laughed hazily and his voice dripped with confidence “they ain’t got a fuckin’ chance man.”
Your head tilted back slightly, exposing your throat. “And you do?” You smirked, the same confidence and tease evident in each word.
His grip tightened, one hand around your waist, the other finding its way through your hair “I’ve had you since the first night you looked at me like that.” His deep brown eyes looking down into your eyes.
“Come on don’t act like you’ve haven’t always known it was gonna be me,” he continued, voice low and slow and like honey sliding over a knife’s edge.
You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.
Instead, you had one hand in his hair, and the other you brought up to his jaw as you kissed him.
It was all heat and want, slow and burning and deep. His mouth on yours like it was starving, like he hadn’t had water in days and you were the last river left. Your hands roamed as his did, found the clingy top of his shirt and clutched at it, dragging him closer than you possibly could. He pulled away, face still inches from yours and hands greedy but still just hovering under the surface of restraint.
“Room upstairs’s empty,” he mumbled against your mouth.
You smirked. “No it’s not.”
“Don’t care,” he said, hands gripping tighter. “They can listen.”
You bit push him back with one finger on his chest, and he groaned.
He took your hand and tugged you after him, up the stairs two at a time, through the drunk bodies and cigarette smoke and music that blurred in a haze as you only focused on him, the door shut behind you and finally the lock clicked, finally it was quiet again.
Just the sound of your breath. His breath. And the slow unzip of the little skirt you had wore, just for him.
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𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.
Johnny Cade x Curtis! Reader.
• Johnny and girl Curtis have been sneaking around together for months, and so they do tonight - at the lot.
• slightly suggestive💋
The lot was quiet tonight, in that lazy, summer-night way. Birds chirping accompanied by the faint music from a radio someone left playing and beer bottles and cans littering the grass. The air was humid and hot and humming with tension so thick you could slice through with a knife, of course none of the gang noticed that themselves.
Most of the group was spread out on the old mattress and the field, Two-Bit was throwing popcorn at Steve trying to get a fight, Soda grinning at something Pony was reciting and Darry leaning against the hood of his truck giving Dally lectures wand advice which Dally was dreading.
And then there was Johnny.
Sitting just off to the side, arms resting on his bent knees, flicking his lighter on and off, lost in thought, unnoticed by the guys because of all the chaos they were erupting.
But really he wasn’t watching the fire.
He was watching you.
And when he lit his cigarette and started blowing O’s his eyes flickered back to you every five seconds to catch any hint that he’d impressed you.
You were leaning back against an old chair - one of the many people had just dumped at the lot, pretending to play with your jewellery so you didn’t have to get involved in a play fight or listen to pony’s review about the latest movie he’d watched - you heard it at home all the time, your heart pounded in your chest. You could feel his eyes on you—soft, steady, burning in a way only you ever got to feel. The way he always did.
And you didn’t dare look back. Just tried to contain the grin by biting your bottom lip.
If it was your choice, you would run over to Johnny right now, pounce on his lap and kiss him in front of everyone without a damn care in the world. But that was all in your head, or the type of thing you’d do with each other late at night when he’d climb through your window, and you’d let him in every single time. But you couldn’t with your brothers right there.
Sodapop would laugh, sure. Maybe wink. Pony might just be confused or grossed out as he always has an opinion, not usually a good one, on everything. But Darry? Darry would lose his damn mind. Johnny Cade was practically family—but dating you? Sneaking off with you? Touching you? Their sweet sister?
No. Darry would bury Johnny under the lot.
Which was exactly why this had to stay secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if they found out, but it was just easier not to.
Exactly why you both liked it this way.
The risk.
The thrill.
The way his gaze would trace your mouth like a prayer and no one else would notice a thing.
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It was getting dark when you stood up and stretched, letting your crop top ride up just enough to tease above your bellybutton. You saw Johnny’s jaw clench from the corner of your eye. You pretended not to notice.
“I’m gonna take a walk,” you said casually, brushing grass off your shorts.
“You want one of us to come with?” Soda asked, half-sitting up.
“I’m good.”
Johnny waited a beat.
“Where’s y/n off to?” Dallys asked once escaped Darrys tough love words, now that dally had distracted them, Johnny took not time standing up and then slowly, like he wasn’t following you, just ..stretching his legs, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered in the same direction you went.
You didn’t look at him as you walked off, slipping behind the old fence near the back of the lot. But you knew he was there. You could feel it.
A second later, he grabbed your hand and tugged you further behind the trees.
You smiled before you even saw him.
“You’re terrible at acting casual,” you whispered as he pressed you gently up against the fence. His eyes were dark, hair tousled, lip bitten raw from nerves, or want, or both.
“You wore that shirt on purpose,” he murmured, fingers brushing the hem of it.
You tilted your head. “So?”
“So you’re tryna make a fool outta me” he tried not to grin as he narrowed his eyes at you.
You shivered.
His hands found your waist, and he leaned in, lips ghosting over your neck. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the flutter in his chest. And still, he didn’t kiss you—not yet. Just let his nose skim up your throat to your jaw, lips barely brushing.
“You don’t know what you do to me” he whispered.
You smirk and whisper back “Then show me.”
He groaned, low in his throat, and kissed you hard.
It was the kind of kiss that started slow but burned fast—his fingers digging into your hips, your back arching into him. Your arms found themselves locked around his neck pulling him closer, and he let out a ragged breath against your mouth.
“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, lips trailing to your neck, warm and hungry. “You don’t want Darry hearin’, do you?”
You giggled and nodded, barely able to catch your breath.
His hands slid under the tightness of your top, up your waist, fingertips memorizing skin like he was starved for it, like he hadn’t caressed it a million times before. He kissed you again—deeper now—and you felt his thigh slip between your legs, holding you just right.
“Johnny—”
“Shhh,” he whispered
“You’re drivin’ me insane, sneakin’ around like this,” he breathed.
“So don’t stop”
He groaned again, one of his hands placed on the back of your neck, the o the hand pushing you against the fence, his body pressing into yours, controlling the rhythm but never forcing. He kissed you like he needed it, like it hurt not to, like you were his air supply.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw. “I- your, your all I think about” he shook his head and stared you in the eyes.
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And in that stolen corner of night, with the stars above and the world right there on the other side of the fence, Johnny Cade was all yours, and you were all his, not for anybody else, not a damn care for anybody else.
Soft hands. Dirty mouth. Gentle, possessive grip.
You didn’t go all the way, not out here. But when he finally pulled back, panting, forehead pressed to yours, you knew it wasn’t just lust.
It was need.
It was love.
And it was a secret you’d keep even if it killed you.
Unless someone discovered it first.
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