Hi! I love your outsiders x f!reader, and I was wondering if you could do a reader who acts like Dolly Parton? Thank you!
Summary: The gang with a Dolly Parton!Reader
Warnings: none
Authors Note: none
PONYBOY loves how empathetic you are. He appreciates how you may seem like a "dumb girl" but you still persevere and strive towards amazing goals with passion. He loves when you sing, he thinks your voice is powerful and warm and tries to get you to sing country because he thinks you'd fit it perfectly. He tries his hardest to not let the socs get near you, he sees them as evil and corrupt so will literally throw a big ass tantrum if they get near you.
JOHNNY sees you like a drop of water in the desert. There are not many people in Tulsa that are as pure and kind as you are. You have the ability to smile and laugh through anything, and he finds you to be so sweet. He loves your singing too, he's always wanted to sing but he's a bit shy so you have to work it out of him. He loves watching you do your hair, putting them in big pagent queen styles, and he loves the smell of your hairspray.
SODAPOP absolutely adores you. You are like, the perfect girl, (in his eyes). He thinks your country style makes you fit perfectly into Tulsa. He's often beard saying that Tulsa was made for you. Sodas crush on you is more or less very obvious. He tries talking to you about horses all the time because that's the only "country esque" thing he can think of. He's also very protective of you around socs, he's always walking you home late at night and always making sure you get home safely.
STEVE is totally a jerk to you at first because he thinks your kindness stems from malice. He's always avoiding you, so you took a hint and left him alone, he found himself thinking about you more and more until eventually he developed a little crush on you. He's always talking about you, complimenting your personality. He buys you records just to hear you sing and is always supporting you from the sidelines. He loves helping you do your hair, holding a hair roller in place etc, and sometimes even let's you do his hair.
TWO BIT is actually a big Dolly Parton fan, but only because he realized he has such a big fat crush on you. He recognized the similarities between you two and now he's fingerling over both of you. He'll give you her songs on tapes that you can play and he's soooo happy when you sing them. He tries not to "mold" you to Dolly though, letting your uniqueness shine through. He always appreciates the little moments when you tell him what's bothering you and stuff instead of being totally super happy all the time.
DARRY also recognized the similarities between you and Dolly Parton. He thinks it's pretty cool to have such a carbon copy of a celebrity walking around. Unknowingly, he started noticing you and talking to you more, even forming a crush on you. He thinks your extravagant country glamours yet your Lind and empathetic personality is such an attractive think to have. He's always singing Dolly's songs noelw, because they remind him of you. He's always trying to shelter you, he tells you that if you have any issue with a soc or greaser to come find him and he'll take care of it.
DALLAS finds your country style pretty fascinating, however, he thinks your kindness is annoying and knows there's no way to leverage you. He and you dated as a bet to see how long you both would last, you dating the tuffest guy and him with the perfect girl. You thought why not have a little fun and accepted. Seeing how strong you two were going was a nod to how surprisingly compatible you two were. He always steals records for you to listen to and makeup and hair products. He complains about getting emasculated but his reputation really skyrocketed by dating you. He's also really protective over you but not only with socs but with greasers too. He only trusts you around the gang, and even then not so much.
mike finds you in the ruins of the upside down like he’d been running on nothing but fear, your name breaking off his tongue every few seconds. “y/n? y/n, please— where are you?” his voice cracks, the kind of crack that only comes when he already knows something’s wrong. and when he finally sees you, slumped against the broken stone, bleeding, barely conscious, he drops to his knees so fast it echoes. his hands hover over you like he’s scared to touch, scared you’ll disappear. “no, no, no… we’re gonna get you out, okay? just— just stay with me.” he keeps trying to smile at you through the panic, babbling about how the others are coming, how you’re gonna be fine, how he’s “not losing anyone else ever again.” but you’re fading, your breath skipping like a record, and the moment he sees that— really sees it— his whole face crumples. he tries to hold you together with shaking hands, whispering your name like it’s a spell he’s begging the universe to obey. and when your eyes finally slip closed, he pulls you into his chest, holding you so tight it hurts, rocking you like he can force time backwards. “i was right here,” he keeps whispering, voice breaking, forehead pressed to your hair. “i was right here. i should’ve gotten to you sooner.” and the upside down is dead quiet around him, like even the monsters know they’ve won.
walk with me now . . .
juju x reader where basically reader cut her off because ju was cheating or something like that . and now juju tries EVERYTHING she can to win her back , and it’s working . inspired by “dead to me” kali uchis
⠀ ૮ ა ⠀ ❛ https.judeaskieswatkins.com
❛ 𝔀𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 ❜ — you cut off your girlfriend after 3 weeks of watching her openly flirt with other girls while your litterally right there . . !
❛ 𝓬𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌❜ — cheating, obviously. cussing, yelling, angst if you squint
juju was too friendly for her own good.
and for three weeks, you sat there like a fucking clown watching her smile in other girls’ faces, twirl their curls, lean in real close like she didn’t have you tucked away on the side. so you cut her off. cold turkey. no text, no “we need to talk,” no nothing. you just dipped. and juju? oh she LOST her mind.
she cornered you first in the usc training room. “so you blocking my number now?” she asks, leaning her tall-ass frame against your locker, arms crossed, bun all wild like she sprinted the whole campus trying to find you
you don’t even look at her. “i’m busy.” “busy acting like you don’t know me? that’s crazy.” “you don’t know me, ju. not really. not if you thought i’d sit there watching you flirt with every girl breathing.”
that finally hits. she straightens, jaw clenching. “so that’s what this is? some girl laughed at my joke and now you’re ghosting?” you slam the locker. “judea. i watched you flirt. for three weeks. i’m not stupid.”
she steps closer. too close. close enough to smell her perfume, that stupid vanilla she wears just to get away with shit. then oh HOLY BIPOLAR ??
“i was flirting. being stupid. because i thought if i got too close to you, like… real close… i’d fuck it up.” her voice drops, all soft and pissed at the same time. “but you cutting me off? that fucked me up way worse.” you swallow, hard. “that sounds like a you problem.”
“nah,” she whispers, brushing her fingers against your hand, “it’s a we problem. or at least, it was. until you decided i was dead to you.” she tries to smile, but it’s sad as hell. “you gonna keep pretending you don’t miss me?”
“there she is,” she murmurs, lifting your chin with her finger. “my girl.” “i’m not your girl,” you snap, but your voice cracks like a liar. “say it again,” she challenges, stepping even closer, “but look me in the eyes this time.” you can’t. because her eyes are doing that thing, that soft, stupid warm thing she only ever does with you.
“juju…” you whisper, trying to push her away. she catches your wrist gently. “look, mamas. i’m done acting dumb. i want you. not them. not anyone else. just you.” her lips brush your cheek, barely. “let me fix what i fucked up.”
your knees damn near buckle. “you’re so annoying,” you mutter. “but you missed me.” “shut up.” “you missed me,” she sings, arms sliding around your waist like she never lost the right.
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ok so basically im dating a sophomore named mericole. and she’s one year younger than me, anyways. there’s this girl named loni and she really liked and wanted to get w mericole. every time we go out, she’s always tryna be by here and stuff . and one time , she tried to sit in mericoles lap, but mericole pushed her off. anyways, we wanted to keep like our relationship to where only our friends knew . but anyways , we come back to school and im getting FLAMED. people are calling me a “creepy ass pedophile” and just dragging my name and junk. and i think alondra still has tumblr but idk. but it’s crazy how im getting shamed for someone i love . . .