You Baby The Boys!! (Greasers x Reader) (HEADCANONS)
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Darrel Curtis: He's always been expected to be tough or generally stereotypically manly thanks to it being the 60s and his height and muscular build, he won't lie he feels like a big big idiot when you start talking all sweet at him. But he gets used to it, he's real fond of it actually. It's a nice change
Dallas Winston: You doing that is like taking the risk of picking up the angriest stray cat you can find in an alley and hoping you won't get bit or scratched, it's a gamble with Dallas though. You just have to get closer with him before you try to pull anything of the sort on him, otherwise it's over for you because he's a hater like that (rip Dallas you would love the block button)
Johnny Cade: He likes the softness, he thought couples were naturally rough. He thought it was normal for them to hit each other and get mad for no reason and walk on eggshells around each other, until he met you. Then he realized how it definitely wasn't normal, in fact the way you treated him should be normal for couples
Ponyboy Curtis: He's kinda babied by Soda and Darrel as is but when you decide to go give him maybe ten times that he can't help but be absolutely enthralled with you, how could you be sweet enough you managed that? Honestly I think it cools his sassy attitude down by a little which is more of a shock to the whole gang over anything
Sodapop Curtis: Okay, he's a real sweetheart so it's kinda a battle of who can be even gentler and funny things like that, the pitches in both of your voices when speaking to each other get constantly higher thanks to it. Two-Bit likes to call you the pair of dog whistles, which despite being dumb always amused you
Steve Randle: He's so not used to it, he gets all squirmy about it- well not outright 'squirmy' but you always watch him tense and have to get him slowly used to someone treating him with complete softness the way you tend to. It's kinda perfect watching him get used to it though, you always feel better when you see him soften
Two-Bit Mathews: He's laughing or joking about how he landed with such a sweetheart to deflect from the fact he'd never really had that gentleness, a bit like Darry he feels like a big fumbling idiot when you treat him like he's not 6 foot and stocky. I think he basks in the attention a little more though, if you wanna treat him nice.. hell he's not all to mad about it!
sodapop curtis the horse girl you are. ponyboy always knows which textbooks were his when they get passed out in class because soda would draw incredibly detailed horses in all the margins and write to do lists and draw little stick figure cowboys shooting out bullet points
Dallas wears most of his scars as trophies from battle. The exception being the ones from his childhood.
Sometimes he will go without a shirt around his close friends, but only if no one will be looking at him too close. He might sleep without a shirt and throw one on the second he wakes up. Maybe, maybe, if the heat is near unbearable he’ll take his shirt off and keep his back to the wall. But that’s about it. He doesn’t even like to take his shirt off when he’s “entertaining” a date.
You and Dallas have been friends for awhile now, long enough that you’ve seen him bare chested once or twice. You’ve never seen his back.
You realize after a rumble that he’s bleeding through his shirt, and he’s refusing to let anyone look at it. Not even Darry or Soda.
“It’s just a scrape,” he argues defensively.
“It’s a damn stab wound, Dallas,” Darry says drily. “You really ain’t gonna let nobody look at it?”
Dallas shakes his head, stubbornly.
“Come on, Dal,” Two-Bit teases. “We ain’t gonna make a pass at you or nothing.”
“Fuck off,” he says, and you can tell he’s starting to get worked up. “I’ll take care of it myself.”
“No way you can ‘take care of it yourself’ with where it’s at,” Darry scoffs.
“What the fuck does it matter?” Dallas demands.
“I’d prefer you don’t bleed to death on my couch,” Darry says sarcastically.
“Well then, I’ll go bleed somewhere else,” he spits out, and then a second later he’s out the door.
Soda looks like he’s going to go after him. You exchange a look with him, then say “I’ve got him” and head out after.
You’re glad you drove, because Dallas walks fast and you don’t want to walk to Buck’s by yourself. You hope he’ll be there, and you’re relieved when he answers the door despite the anger on his face. “What?” he snaps.
"I really am worried about you."
"You don’t need to be. I’ll be fine.”
“Dal, I know you can’t reach that to clean it out well. Would you be more comfortable going to an actual doctor?”
“Fuck no,” he answers immediately.
“Then, can you let somebody look at it?”
Dallas gives you a hard look. “How many of y’all came after me?”
“Just me,” you admit. “Soda was ready to go out the door, too. He’d come if you wanted to call him.”
“No,” he mutters. “God. Fine.” He opens the door angrily, then sits on the bed. He looks like he’s almost pouting, which would make you laugh in other circumstances.
“You got first aid supplies?”
He sighs, pointing. He stubbornly keeps his mouth shut.
“You want to lift your shirt, or just take it off?” you ask. He turns his back to you, and when he pulls his shirt over his head, you realize that he’s trembling. He has a lot of scars on his back, but you don’t know the history of these. He has never seemed self-conscious about scars elsewhere, so you’re more than a little bit confused. When you try to lightly squeeze his shoulder in support, he jumps away from your touch like it’s electrified. It surprises you more when he drops his head right after, muttering apologies. He holds himself rigidly, bracing himself as you pick up a clean bandage and put some peroxide on it.
“This is going to sting,” you warn softly. He jumps a little when you touch him again, and even though he's obviously trying to suppress it fine tremors continue to course through his body. He barely reacts, though, when you press the cloth to his wound.
You don’t know what to do for him. He's still trembling, and if anything it's getting worse despite his best efforts.
“Dallas –“
“Please don’t say anything,” he says, and his voice is rough and tight.
You continue cleaning the wound and dressing it. The silence, and your awareness of his trembling, makes it feel like it lasts forever. When you finish, you squeeze his shoulder gently again. "All done. You can put your shirt back on, if you want."
You don’t have to tell him twice.
He turns back slightly after redressing, but he keeps his head bowed and his hands are still trembling. You reach over and squeeze his hand. He barely reacts, and even his breathing sounds shaky.
"Thank you for letting me help," you tell him softly. You’re surprised when he leans to rest his head on your shoulder. You kiss him on the top of the head, and you hear his breath catch. You wrap your arm around his waist, moving carefully to avoid his wound. You can tell that he's trying to hold himself together, between the trembling and the fact that every so often his breath catches or starts to sound a bit harsh. You also realize that he has probably had about as much vulnerability as he can take for one day, and you don’t try to push him to talk or to stop clinging to his emotional control so tightly. You just hug him while he pulls himself back together, until he stops shaking so much that you can feel it in your own body.
I finally decided how I wanted the nickname “Cakes” to be brought about and now my idea has come into fruition. Technically could have made this Sodapop x Reader (platonic obvi) but you’ll see. He’s just so precious to me.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, teasing, aged down reader (the majority of the gang are little babies), Reader likes Darry but Sodapop has a lil crush (so cute)
Technically related to Watch Your Bike if you want some more Darry x Reader (aged down, meet cute) fluff.
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You had a little admirer and it was the cutest thing in the world. Well, when it wasn’t a tad annoying. You came over to visit the Curtis family, more specifically your best friend Darry, frequently so that meant a lot of getting closer to his younger brothers. One in particular was very fixated on you and was almost devious about it.
Sodapop. He absolutely loved it when you came to visit. It was all Mr. and Mrs. Curtis could do to get him and Ponyboy distracted long enough for you and Darry to have some time to play together alone. If you were in Darry’s room with him then guess who was trying to join. If you were watching television together then guess who was coming around to sit right between you two or, better yet, on your lap.
He was masterful about it, too. Sodapop figured out that if Darry had to stop to go help their parents with something or help Ponyboy with something, then Darry would get a little exacerbated but would get up and help. And since you just happened to be alone and in need of company? Sodapop would come over and plop down on your lap if you were in front of the television or come play with you because "Mama says you shouldn’t ignore your guests."
You figured it out one day when you were on the couch with Darry watching a show. Ponyboy, down the hall, loudly yelled, “Darry, can you wipe my butt?”
Darry flushed immediately and avoided looking at you as he checked to see if one of his parents was available.
“Darry, can you help your brother? I’m just about to take lunch out of the oven,” Mrs. Curtis asked nicely. Mr. Curtis was at work.
Darry sighed and said something under his breath, and a soft apology to you, before he went down to help his youngest brother out. You didn’t think too much about it. Ponyboy was far enough along but not that far along in his toilet training so sometimes he needed help. You had gotten used to it after it had happened a couple times.
It wasn’t until the coast was clear and Darry was helping Ponyboy that you noticed it. Sodapop came sauntering over, pleased as could be, and climbed up to join you on the couch. Once his head hit your shoulder you knew that was his way of asking for a cuddle and you wrapped your arms around him. Little devil.
When Darry came back he stopped in the doorway when he saw you and Sodapop cuddling. You were too distracted by the show that was on to see Sodapop look at his older brother with a smirk. Match over, Sodapop had won.
“Make room, they’re my guest.” Darry said this time, although usually he just sat down and let it go.
“Sure.” Sodapop said and looked up at you. “Can I sit in your lap?”
Darry was fuming but he did get to sit right next to you while Sodapop remained cuddled up with you, pleased as punch as he sat on your lap.
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That kind of incident was not unheard of, so perhaps the next bit seemed inevitable. It was Sodapop’s birthday and a number of his friends had spent the night. In the morning, though, Sodapop seemed to be in a bit of a grouchy mood that was (unfairly but jokingly) attributed to the fact that you would not be able to join the festivities until later that day. The greasers all liked to tease about Sodapop’s attachment towards you and this day in particular Two-Bit was having way too much fun teasing Sodapop and stirring him up.
It all came to a head at breakfast when Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were making enough to feed the small army of east side kids. You had finally convinced your parents to let you skip (reschedule) most of that day so you could spend it with the Curtis family and, to your infinite luck, your parents agreed to drop you off early.
As soon as you stepped into the Curtis house your soft entrance was drowned out by Sodapop screaming, “I want cakes!”
He was referring to pancakes but the real meaning had been lost on everyone. Two-Bit saw you had entered and said, “There’s your cakes right there!”
The boys all went into giggles and you flushed a bit as you heard the usual jokes, especially the “Sodapop’s girlfriend is here,” but you were a bit distracted quickly putting his present down because Sodapop had climbed down from his chair and came barreling towards you.
So there it was. Cakes. Two-Bit would later try and amend it a little bit, say something about how “it’s really because you’re so sweet,” but the nickname would live in infamy. The kids would forever call you “Cakes” even if most of them would forget the details of the incident that caused it in the first place.
Slowly but surely, after years and years, it became “because they’re so sweet.” And you knew the incident was behind you when Dallas Winston came to town and finally the memory could be laid to rest. Maybe.
Type of post: Headcannons and moodboard, photo not video
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of death, mentions of violence, self harm, suicide,potential non cannon compliance
A/n: As always this is just my opinion and what I think, feel free to disagree but also feel free to not interact
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Shit talked a lot of people in his head/ had gossip on everyone that he just kept tucked away in his mind
Tried to learn to cook so he could at least have some decent food but kept burning things and getting yelled at
Loved even the simplest of sandwiches, he just loved the feel for some reason
Wrote on the bottoms of his shoes
Fed the start cats in the lot, he may look like a puppy, but he loved kitties
Had one that used to curl up with him at the lot
She wound up introducing her kittens to him
Knew they would starve so made the brave trip to the west side to bring them to a good shelter
Got a little beat up but it was just one guy so he put up a fight and managed to run away
Had never watched cartoons or TV before the first time he was brought to the Curtis house
Soda was the first ever to drag him there when they were little, he was so eager and excited to introduce Johnny to his mama
Soda brought him first but Pony brought him home the most
Dreamt of being apart of the Curtis family but felt he just wasn’t good enough
The first time he has ice-cream was when Dallas took him to get some
Never believed in Santa or the tooth fairy or anything like that because his parents never told him about it or any fairy tales of any kind
Preferred coke over Pepsi
Spring was favorite season since it’s not burning hot and it’s not freezing cold
Once tried to bleach his hair, Dallas walked in and then proceeded to sit him down and explain how bad it would look and why there were few worse decisions he could make
Him and pony used to follow Darry around when the were younger
He was a little prankster but was so quite and sweet looking no body suspected him and they would all wind up blaming and tackling one another
He accidentally called Mrs.Curtis “Mama” once and she tired so hard to convince him he could call her that anytime
Alas he wouldn’t listen
Blue was his favorite color
He liked that reading took him to another place so he wished he was better at it, but Pony always read it so well he couldn’t entirely mind
After the day he got jumped he didn’t speak for a week and a half, the gang was so worried he’d never speak again and put and even bigger target on his back
During this week he has contemplated ending it more then he ever had
Would have hurt hurt himself a lot if the gang hadn’t kept such a close eye on him
Did do so on his ankles and thighs every once in a while after the attention had lessened
Had the worst bags know to man kind but his darker skin helped hide them
Often considered asking Dallas to stay with him at Buck’s but always backed out last second thinking he was being a burden
Tried so hard to cling to life while in the hospital, survived a couple days longer then any of the doctors thought he would
But in the end it was all in vein, he was just glad he got to have his final words
If there is an afterlife he was very sad to see Dallas there so soon, but a little glad to have a companion once more
goes on an inner monologue abt how classic and comforting marshmallows around a campfire are every time he eats one
also puts it in his mouth the second it’s of the flame and complains bc he burnt his tongue
Soda pop
also perfectly golden brown
he’s very proud that ponyboy takes after him when it comes to marshmallow toasting
Darrel
has a perfect system on how to get the perfectly toasted marshmallow
3inches from the fire(yes he does measure he always keeps a tape measure in his back pocket)
and 10 seconds on all sides then another 5 seconds to cool off
he has to explain it every time he toasts marshmallows
Johnny
the first time he’d every sat around a campfire,toasted a marshmallow,made s’mores,or even eaten a marshmallow was with the gang bc the Curtis brothers found out he’d never made s’mores or even eaten a marshmallow before
they set up a campfire invited over everyone in the gang to cook marshmallows over a campfire
Johnny had no idea what to do bc he’d never done this before bc his parents didn’t love him enough to do this with him
so he tried every member of the gangs way of cooking marshmallows and he decided he thought toasted marshmallows were gross and now he eats them raw in a s’mores
Steve
literally shoves his marshmallow directly into the campfire for a couple of seconds and whatever amount of cooked it is that’s what he eats even if it comes out on fire that’s what he puts directly into his mouth
(soda pop looks at him in disgust ever time he does this)
Two bit
lets his burn a little too much but lets it cool off at least
Dallas
hates marshmallows but he eats s’mores with Johnny bc he has a soft spot for him
but he has to tell everyone it’s only ever going to happen just this once bc he’ll make an exception for Johnny
