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• 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?????)
hihi. This might be wayyyy too specific but I have a Pony fluff idea :D
Pony and (greaser, shy, quiet, sensitive vibes???) reader get paired for a school project, but he has a FAT crush on her. Ponyboy invites her over to work on it at the Curtis house together, breaks through her shell, gets her to stay longer than needed, makes excuses for her to come to his room, etc. :'). I imagine that Sodapop would quickly become a shipper and try to wingman for him. Darry would also notice the crush and get so overprotective about his baby bro growing up and that dang door staying open >:(
Again sorry this might be very poorly written bc I'm up late and sleep deprived soooo yeah
A/N: KDNHF I LOVE THIS gosh i love 'specific' requests :3 sorry its short and also, like always, this aint proofread lmao also sorry for being dead school started and i also had like a huge writers block
Dread
Ponyboy walks into class, and this time, when he looks up at the chalkboard, his name is written up, along with all of the other people in his class. However, he noticed that his name was written next to yours. A longer look at the board told him that these people were partners, partners for a school project.
His heart dropped.
His eyes scowered the room, on the search for you, when his eyes met your form sitting quietly next to an empty desk.
He internally groaned.
He always had a thing for you. He didn't quite know why, but something about your kind eyes you'd look at people with, your soft voice, or maybe it was how mysterious you seemed.
you'd always kept to yourself, what was hiding behind those walls you chose to keep up with your lack of communication with everyone?
He slowly walked over to the seat next to you and laid his stuff down before he sat.
It took a moment or two for the teacher to actually explain what you were doing, but once it was done, there was still a moment of silence with you two.
"..."
"..."
...
Should he start talking first? What should he say? He doesn't want to seem rude and not talk, but what if he said something super embarrassing or inappropriate?
"U-Uh, so, are you good with stuff like this?-" He blurts out before he can properly think.
"...Eh, yes and no," You mumble, shrugging your shoulders.
"Oh..."
"..."
...Jesus christ, keep the conversation going!
"...Why do you say that?"
You think to yourself for a moment, a part of you wanted to tell him, he had this inviting essence to him, but walls were already built so high.
You shrugged, "I dunno."
"I mean, for the most part I understand what's going on, but I also have times where I'm so lost and have no clue what I'm doing and just flop my grade."
"Do you have like a...a certain type of work that you find easiest? Or- or maybe like more?"
-
The two of you are walking to his house, side by side, and in silence.
Ponyboy would love to have another proper conversation with you, but he's practically shaking with nerves and wayy too scared to talk to you.
Throughout the walk, he keeps getting ideas of what to say, but chickens out.
You two finally reach his house and he trots to open the door. Normally, for any other girl, he would've just let her open it for himself, but for some reason, he felt like he should.
You smile and thank him, walking into the house, and the gesture gives him butterflies.
You walk inside and you're greeted by a foreign voice welcoming you beside, on the dark brown and broken in couch.
"Hey there."
You turn your head as Ponyboy gently closes the door behind him as he follows you.
A boy about maybe a year or two older than you greets you with a wide smile.
"Hello," You mirror.
Another voice calls out from a room a little forward.
"Ponyboy? Is that you?"
You can see how Pony subtly winces and he trots over to the, what you presume is, the kitchen.
Darry looks down at Pony, and he looks like a little kid who has something to say, but is too scared to ask. Ponyboy knows what he's going to say.
"I want you two at the table-"
"But we need stuff in my room-"
"Then bring it out here."
Ponyboy can't tell if Darry is saying this because he want him to suffer, or if it's for a genuine cause.
"But- Darry-! Wh-What if someone else comes in all loud? We can't work like that! C'mon! Please!"
Darry opens his mouth, but quickly retreats and thinks for a moment.
He lets out a scoff.
"Keep that door open," He says gruffly.
"Okayyy," Pony drags, sighing softly.
When Ponyboy comes back to you, you're sitting on the arm of the couch, conversing with his brother, Sodapop.
He sees you let out a breathy chuckle, and he feels his heart flutter at the sight. You're gorgeous. Well, he always thinks you are.
He calls your name and you perk up, oushing yourself up and walking over to him.
Ponyboy looks to Soda, and he has such a smug smirk on his face. It causes Pony's face to flush a very radiant pink and roll his eyes dramatically.
Ponyboy shows you to his room, and when you sit down on the bed, he basically tip-toes to the door and closes it shut as quietly as he possibly can, only to hear Darry yell across the house.
"Keep that door open Ponyboy!"
Ponyboy's brows furrow almost instantly and he looks at you with an incredulous look.
"Are you hearing this? How'd he do that?!" He scoffs as he gently throws open the door, sitting down with you as you give a rich laugh.
Darry takes control but in a natural, more gentle way. He always asks before he does things, making sure you’re 100% comfortable, and he listens to every single sound you make, knowing exactly what you like.
He’ll pin your wrists above your head and force you to look at him the whole time just so he can see you fall apart for him.
He uses his strength to his advantage, picking you up like it’s nothing, pinning you to walls, and throwing you over his shoulder. But his hands are always gentle unless you ask otherwise.
He’s never overly talkative, but when he does speak, it’s dirty. ‘Look at you, so damn pretty under me.’ // ‘you want more, sweetheart? Say it. C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want’ .
Morning sex is a go-to before work. There’s something about you both being tired, wrapped up in the warmth of the sheets, and having to be quiet to not wake anyone else that really gets him going.
Also quickies when he’s on break at work. Whether he stops home for lunch or you visit him, he can’t resist.
Major praise kink!! He lives for hearing you tell him how good he is. He’ll coax all the little praises out of you, and you do so willingly, knowing just what it does to him.
He’s a simple guy: missionary, doggy. But he also loves having you on top, watching you do all the work, hands on your hips, guiding you with very little effort.
When he’s worked up, he can get pretty rough. He’ll fuck you against walls, your legs around his waist, hands in his hair.
When he’s behind you, he’ll wrap his arm around your throat, his bicep pressed under your chin just enough to make your breath catch.
He'll push you until you're shaking and whimpering, coaxing multiple orgasms out of you before he even considers letting himself finish. ‘C’mon, give me one more, sweetheart. Thats it…”
He lives for giving you head and will settle between your thighs like he belongs there. He never rushes, kissing your thighs, holding you open for him while he alternates between slow licks and deeper ones. But once he finds a rhythm, he locks in, holding you down.
He’s messy with it: slick on his chin, lips shiny, and he’ll spit on it if he’s feeling particularly worked up, thumb on your clit, eyes half-lidded.
When it comes to receiving, he's never cocky about it. He’ll sit back, hand in your hair, trying his hardest now to buck up into you.
Aftercare is so tender with him and he always makes sure to let you know how good you were for him. He’ll wipe you off and shower you with gentle kisses, murmuring sweet praises.
—IN WHICH, the greasers realize they’re truly, and honestly, in love.
tags/warnings: gn!reader possible OOC, story-focused rather than comedic headcanons, fluff and nothing else(lie), comforting steve, swearing, soda’s part is rushed cuz i ran out of ideas.
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ wow shocker i leave for awhile and come back with a new theme. anyways, hi angels! i love you all sm and i forgot how much i loved being here🥹..! i missed u guys so much!
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Johnny Cade
cars zoomed by the lot at concerning speeds, the sound of wind being broken up by the obnoxious cop sirens or a drunkard yelling down the street.
though, to you and johnny, all of that fell to deaf ears. it was like the world didn’t matter to you—as long as johnny sat beside you.
the stars seemed to only shine above you two, twinkling and gleaming in ways that you’d never seen before. the moon was your sunlight, with johnny giving you the warmth.
his head rested on top of yours that was against his shoulder, his arm draped loosely around your waist. your thigh was pressed against his, making him more than a little nervous.
sitting in the lot with you made him nervous, despite you and him dating for a long while now. you made him..giddy. that’s the word.
you made him feel like a child again; the child he never got to be.
johnny had his head tilted upward toward the stars and the sky, matching what you were doing so he didn’t look like a clueless idiot.
your hand left your lap, your eyes flickering downward for just a moment that went unnoticed to johnny. you gently grabbed his scarred hand, holding his hand in yours. you held him like he was glass.
johnny felt his face get hot. like, really hot. you were so gentle with him, the type of gentle that he had never been treated with.
he looked down at you, your head still on his shoulder. your hair was so shiny, you were so beautiful and such a perfect fit for him with the way your body mended with his in a time like this.
perfect.
his lips were quickly pressed against the crown of your head, pulling away before he got too nervous to talk.
“i love you, y’know.”
Dallas Winston
“you’ll be fine.”
“i feel like ‘m bleedin’ out.”
dallas complained as he sat on your couch, his legs spread so that you could properly stand between them. you continued to dab the wet cloth against his cheek to get the dried blood off.
there seemed to be just as much of dried blood as there was fresh, his arms and hands coverer in gauze and bandaids.
you gently held his chin to turn his head every which way you needed, because he allowed you to. he liked you so much, he allowed you to move him around like a doll.
though, he liked slyvia a lot, too and she couldn’t do stuff like that. stuff like this with slyvia was weird, even if he did like her.
so, why was it different with you? what made you, of all people, so special?
his eyes were locked onto yours, taking extra note to how focused you look on cleaning his face up. you were pretty. like, real pretty.
dallas was quick to avert his eyes when he realized just how sappy his internal monologue sounded.
“what?”
you asked, taking note to how hyper-aware dallas suddenly looked. his jaw was clenched slightly as he seemingly refused to look at you.
how you always knew when something was up with him, he may never know.
“nothin’. the cuts jus’ hurt,”
he lied right out of his teeth.
dallas’ eyes met yours once more, trying to act tough once again. he asked himself once more, what made you so different?
“are you sure?”
you dropped the wet cloth slightly, the rag no longer against his cheek. you looked worried, and you sounded just as nervous.
you cared.
you cared for dallas winston. that’s what made you different.
dallas knew you were different from his other flings.
he liked his other flings. he loved you. he loved that you cared for him, genuinely.
he extended his hands out, grabbing your waist to pull you closer with a firm tug, your knee supporting you up as it was pressed against the edge of the couch.
“oh, ‘m real sure, pretty.”
“dally, please.”
“please, what?”
“don’t start with me now, winston.”
Ponyboy Curtis
you were golden.
completely and utterly golden. the sunset reflected off your skin like you were an angel, your eyes shimmering like the stars above, the flush across your face making you look beyond innocent.
ponyboy was the one to drag you out into the cold oklahoma winter in the first place. he just wanted to watch the sunset with you, the person he liked.
he protested against your arguments of, ‘it’s so cold out, though! it’s so warm inside, pony. don’t make me go out there!’ with, ‘it’s just a sunset. it’ll be for a few minutes! i jus’ wanna watch it with you. please, y/n?’
‘watch the sunset,’ his ass. he looked at the setting sun maybe twice in the span of 3 minutes. you were too beautiful to not look at.
of course, and thankfully, you were oblivious to his staring.
“it’s really pretty,”
you muttered. your eyes were locked onto the horizon, and his were locked onto his future.
his future.
the more he thought about it, he really liked you. like, to the point where whenever he envisioned a mile stone in his life, you were always there.
when he imagined graduating, you’d be there. when he imagined going to college, you’d be there. when he imagined getting married, you’d be standing at the alter with him.
he loved his future.
he loved you.
“real pretty.”
ponyboy agreed, but for a different reason.
Sodapop Curtis
the moonlight seeped through the curtains of his room, illuminating the lines that it managed to sneak it’s way through. the midnight sky was bright, yet the moon seemed to be the only focus for the stars.
soda held you in his arms loosely, your head resting gently on his chest. he traced imaginary shapes on the lower part of your back.
the sound of his fan whirling rang out through his room, your breathing falling into a rhythm as you drifted off to sleep.
soda always seemed to notice when you were about to fall asleep, and you didn’t know how he did. you were starting to suspect he might be a wizard.
he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, letting his lips linger there for a moment.
his life was hectic. it really was. he was a dropout who works a full time job to help his older brother keep a roof over their head, and he worked as a middle man in arguments.
but you, you were a breath of fresh air.
he needed you like he needed water.
he needs you.
he loves needing something, and he loves needing you.
he loves you. soda loves you so, so, so much.
“good night, baby. i love you.”
Darry Curtis
“oh, y/n,”
darry sighed as he entered the kitchen. the smell of freshly cooked dinner wafted through the air, leaving a comforting taste in everyone’s mouth.
he walked up behind you, your back turned to him as your focus was on scrubbing the last bit of dishes. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling himself closer to you as if he needed to be as close as possible.
he rested his chin on your shoulder, his eyes looking down at your hands in the sink. you turned your head to look back at him, your faces a mere centimetres away.
you couldn’t necessarily help the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips at seeing darry look so grateful.
darry was a busy, hardworking man. that's who he was, and who he will always be as long as he lives. he provides with no one to provide for him.
until you came into the photo.
darry was cooking dinner out of fear that soda'd burn the roasted potatoes he said he'd make, and ponyboy was just..not that good with anything other than eggs.
he was cooking, cleaning, and working. he had no time to himself, it seemed. but you, the angel you are, takes it off his hands. maybe it was to just have him all to yourself after work, he didn’t care.
you were the angel that he prayed for day and night.
and god knows how darry loves angels.
you ruffed his hair, not bothering to dry off the water that stuck to your skin. darry chuckled, lightly shaking his head in a poor attempt to dry his loose curls.
in his own retaliation, he pulls you impossibly close, attacking your face with as many kisses he could. giggles filled the room as you attempted to push yourself away from him, only for his grip to tighten.
he pulled away at his expense, pressing one last kiss on the crown of your head.
“love you, doll. i really do,”
Steve Randle
“you’re always welcomed here, steve. you know that,”
you lightly scolded him as he sat on the edge of your bed. he’d been couch hopping before he came to you, a broken and embarrassed man.
you were rummaging around in your closest for another old blanket he could use, since from prior experience, you learned that steve has a tendency to hog the blanket you two shared.
“i know, i know.”
he begrudgingly grumbled, hurriedly avoiding eye contact with you with his head down, looking at his hands on his lap.
you looked over your shoulder, seeing just how embarrassed he looked asking for help tugged on your heart strings a little.
steve was never one to ask for help, no. he thought he was too prideful, too good, for help. he thought that he was superman with the way he thought he could help himself 24/7.
you sighed, taking a few steps toward him. you squatted down in front of him, lightly grabbing his hand and holding in it yours. he finally looked back at you with lowered brows, his eyes making him look way more innocent than he actually is.
“i hope you aren’t lying to me.”
“what?”
“do you actually know that i’m always here for you, or are you sayin’ that to shut me up?”
you questioned, allowing yourself to be straightforward since it seemed like that was the only language he knew.
steve shifted his eyes away from yours for a moment, a small huff leaving his lips.
“maybe.”
“steve,”
you started, the disappointment emanate in your tone. you stood up, letting go of his rough hand to cup his face. you forced him to look back at you.
“you know you aren’t ever a burden. i love having you around. i love you, okay? i wouldn’t ever push you away.”
you stated in the most soothing voice you could muster, looking him right in the eyes to really drive your point forward.
steve took awhile to react. he just looked back at you, letting your words process in his head. after a moment, he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you close.
he buried his face in the nape of your neck, his breaths coming out shaky as he tried to calm himself.
he loved home, he really did.
and, look, steve isn’t stupid. he’s heard and understood the saying that, ‘home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.’ but he always thought it was stupid.
how do you feel at home?
well, now he gets it.
with you in his arms, you comforting him and talking to him like he was a human, and he’s never felt more at home.
and holy shit, he loves this feeling.
“love you. love you so, so, so much.”
Two-Bit Mathews
laughter rang out through your empty living room, the television being completely drowned out.
you gasped for more air as you and two-bit laughed at an inside joke that seemed to only make sense to you two. you hand your hand on his shoulder, the other on your stomach. two-bit was leaning toward you unconsciously.
“holy hell, two-bit! that’s so messed up!”
you feigned innocence, pretending like you didn’t play into the jokes that slipped off his tongue.
“well, shit! then i guess we’re both messed up since you were jus’ talkin’ about-“
“hey, wait!”
you were quick to cut him off, leaning toward him to cover his mouth with your hand.
“don’t go snitchin’ on me!”
two-bit snickered to the best of his ability, grabbing your wrist lightly to pull you toward him closer. you stumbled toward him, two-bit catching you by putting his hands firmly on your hips.
looking back at you with a sloppy smile across your face, your eyes having a certain mischievous shine to them made it hard for two-bit to look away.
you were so beautiful when you were happy. you were always beautiful.
how someone like you was able to understand his type of humour is beyond him. he just knows that he’s lucky, and that he’d be a fool to let you slip through his fingers.
he didn’t want to lose this moment, ever.
he loved moments like this.
though, he only ever experienced these moments with you. so, is it weird to say that he only loves moments that involve you? does that mean something?
starring: Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis. Sodapop Curtis. Ponyboy Curtis. Johnny Cade. Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston. Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews. Steve Randle. masterlist
✦ Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis—Mint𓍼
In my mind, Darry is a very simple man. He doesn’t mind the fruity, sweet tasting chapsticks, not by any means, but if he had a specific flavor he loved, it would be mint. I think it is mainly because it’s just a fresh, clean, and normal flavor, no one can really complain.
⟡➺── “M’off to work,” He mumbled, still tired from getting home late and waking up only a few hours later. He snuck up behind you, hand on your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled away, his lips felt cool and a minty-sweet flavor touched his tastebuds.
“That’s new.” He was used to the taste of coffee and toast in the morning, so sweet mint was a new mix. “I like it.” He turned you around to give you a proper kiss this time—one hand still on your waist, the other cupping the side of your face. Then he was off to work, roofing houses with the taste of mint on his lips.
✦ Sodapop Curtis—Grape𓍼
Now, I picked this for a silly reason: his breakfast choice. We all know Soda loves his eggs and jelly, so what’s stopping him from loving the taste of jelly outside of his breakfast? He loves the tangy, sweetness of grape and he especially loves the flavor while kissing you.
⟡➺── “Gimme a kiss,” He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving. Soda was working a double that day down at the DX, and leaving the house real early with a mind like his meant something got left behind. And that was his lunch you made for him.
A sandwich, some precut fruit, and a thing of Pepsi with a sweet little note left in the fridge. And you being in his life meant getting a call from your boyfriend, asking if you could drop it off. Who would you be saying no? Of course you would. Now you had to go, but he wouldn’t let you leave without a kiss.
“C’mon,” He said, a smirk on his lips. He knew you loved giving him attention. When he pecked your lips, you thought he’d be done. “Is that grape?” He asked before kissing you again. Slower, more deliberate this time. “Wait,” He kissed you again. He was serious about getting this right. “No that’s grape, definitely grape!”
His smile was goofy and dumb, but you couldn’t help but smile back. “Go eat your lunch before the meat spoils in this heat.” You kissed his cheek before turning around and leaving to go home.
✦ Ponyboy Curtis—Caramel𓍼
Pepsi flavor chapstick probably didn’t exist back in the 60s. But caramel probably did. And what do they put in Pepsi? Caramel flavoring. Everyone who read the book knows Pony is a fein for Pepsi, so why not incorporate it into his love for chapstick too?
⟡➺── “Why does it taste familiar?” Pony pulled away, looking at you. You kissed him, then he kissed you, then you kissed him, and you both fell into a war of giving each other the most amount of pecks possible. But now, Pony pulled back to ask a question.
“What do you mean?”
“Tastes…familiar. Not identical, but like familiar.” He says, sitting back to get a better look at you. His fingers gently drummed on the back of his couch.
“My chapstick is caramel…” You admitted, trying to think on why it would taste familiar to him.
“It ain’t bad, I like it.” He admits, leaning into the kiss once more. “Taste like soda. Like Pepsi.” He mumbles against your lips.
✦ Johnny Cade—Tangerine/Orange𓍼
Here’s the truth, I have no clue why I picked this for Johnny. I just did. And I almost want to imagine him being the one to own it, not you. I think that Johnny has a problem with picking at his lips, the same way he touches his nose when he is nervous. So when you started dated, he probably bought—more so stole—some chapstick without looking at the fact there was a flavor to it.
⟡➺── “What?” He pulled back, a smile on his face. You two had went down to the lot, watching the sunset after grabbing a few cokes down at some diner. Johnny had put on some chapstick beforehand, hoping it would help with his slightly picked at lips.
“You taste like an orange.” You teased, going to peck his lips again. Without fail, a giggle slipped past your lips once more.
“Yeah, Yeah, I know. I snagged the thing without realizing the flavor.” He says as he watched you giggle and pull away.
“Its nothing bad…” You bit your bottom lip as you began to think about how to put this. “Just, didn’t expect you to taste like oranges. I guess I expected cigarettes or something.” You admitted as you looked down at the grass, picking at it. “I like it.”
Those were your final words as you leaned back in, placing your lips against his.
✦ Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston—Strawberry𓍼
I think I’m so funny choosing Strawberry. I’ve decided to make a silly little idea that Dally is allergic or just isn’t a fan of the flavor cherry (absolutely targeted—but I love my beautiful gf Cherry). Dally likes the sweet flavor as well as it being basic and easily found.
⟡➺── “Dal-” You started, feeling him practically push you down in the backseat of Buck’s car that he borrowed. His lips messily brushed against yours, slotting himself in between your legs as your back met the leather of the seats. His one hand was beside your head, the other on your waist.
“Taste sweet,” he muttered into your lips, gently nipping at them before pulling back. “You put something in your lipgloss or somethin’?” He asks and he wipes at his lips. He could feel the thin layer of your chapstick that transferred onto his lips.
“Strawberry. My chapstick.” You get out in a few breaths, sitting up a bit.
“I like it.” He said, thumb brushing your bottom lip before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours all over again.
✦ Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews—Vanilla/frosting𓍼
Two-Bit loves the taste of anything sweet or anything that has to do with beer/alcohol. And I really doubt they had beer flavored chapstick and the fact that anyone would choose that. So, vanilla it is! I think it would start as a joke, you picking a flavor and making him guess. And his favorite was the vanilla.
⟡➺── “Okay, guess this one.” You removed your hand from his eyes—to stop him from cheating—and sat up straight. His lips pressed to yours before pulling back.
“That’s sweet….” He says, looking away to think. “Lemme try again,” He leaned in again pressing his lips to yours. And again, again, and again. You nearly got lost in it yourself before bringing yourself back.
“Keith,” You gently pushed him back, trying to bite back a smile. “Guess, what’s the flavor?”
“I don’t care what it is right now, it tastes so good.” He says, leaning back in and pressing his lips back to yours, using his whole body to get you underneath him.
✦ Steve Randle—CHOCOLATE!!!!𓍼
Stevie is a sucker for chocolate. Literally walked into the Curtis house, wrestled with Pony, and then went straight to the fridge for the chocolate cake the boys had. So, when he kissed you the one day and your lips tasted like cake, he fell in love all over again.
⟡➺── “Since when did coke taste like chocolate?” He pulled the bottle away from his lips, looking at the ingredients for the drink.
“It doesn’t?” You shook you head, finally tearing your eyes away from the screen. Some movie on the screen, something that clearly had your attention.
“Taste like it.” He took another sip of it, the same area as before. “Still! Tastes like chocolate!”
Then you finally realized when you saw the small stain. “Steve, honey,” You tried to hide your smile as you took the bottle. “It’s my chapstick.”
“What?” He was genuinely confused. Sure, Steve knew that flavored chapstick existed, but he never used it personally.
“My chapstick, it’s chocolate. Probably why it tastes like that.” You tell him, wiping away the chapstick mark. And as soon as you looked up, he was pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft, warm, and a bit dry from him constantly licking at them due to the Oklahoma heat.
The movie was completely forgotten about as his lips danced with yours, the coke still in your hands. “Taste like chocolate cake.” He mumbled as his large, warm hand cupped the back of your neck. You smiled into the kiss, kissing him back.
Can you make one where the reader rarely shows emotions, but when the greasers do something that's really wholesome and stupid or they tell a cheesy joke, we just give them a small soft smile and they freak out in a good way? You don't have to if you don't wanna. Hope you're in good health
synopsis: designated cuddle time gets interrupted 💔
a/n: tysm for the req anon! I’m so glad y’all r enjoying the PB X Cade stuff 😚 Anyway please enjoy <33
tw: mentions of cuddling + kissing / slightly suggestive themes (soda) / possible OOC.
part 1 part 2 part 3 (feat. curtis bros)
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A lot has changed over the past couple months of your life. But primarily it’s your secret boyfriend (who also happens to be your brother’s friend), who has been the big alteration.
How could you not fall harder for Ponyboy? He was sweet and thoughtful, but could also stand his ground and was fiercely loyal.
Johnny knew of course, but he didn’t mind. He did however threaten Ponyboy as any good older brother would do. But aside from the eldest Cade, no one of the Curtis gang was aware of the relationship.
Everything had to stay completely hidden. If any of the boys knew, the berating and mockery you’d both receive would be crazy. Not to mention Dally might just send Pony to an early grave…
But everything was going well!
Until one Thursday afternoon.
Ponyboy’s track had been canceled due to rain, Darry, Soda and Steve were all set to work late, Two-Bit had to look after his sister, and Dally was lending a hand at Bucks.
The Curtis house was set to be empty!
Which meant freely cuddling with Pony, if you could sneak out…
And what do ya know, you left without question!
After the walk from the Cades, you dried off and quickly claimed a spot beside Ponyboy on his bed.
“What ya reading, Pone?” You murmured, snuggling into his side.
Ponyboy dog-eared the page and discarded the book on his bedside table. “Fahrenheit 451.” He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, despite your skin being cold.
“Any good?” You’d picked up the book to have a skim of the blurb. Ponyboy merely grunted in response, which you interpreted as a ‘yes’.
You lay there contently, listening to the rain on the roof or various topics from the other. Hell, you’d gotten so caught up in conversation that neither heard the door open. Or the footsteps growing closer.
But both teenagers heard the bedroom door squeak open, prompting their heads to snap around.
There stood Sodapop, with a surprised expression as he assessed the way too friendly position you were tangled in.
You sprung up, almost tripping over Pony’s legs, looking guiltily at the floor as Ponyboy cursed Soda out for his lack of knocking.
Soda laughed as everything began to click. “Man, that makes sense now. With all the heart eyes and uh…dreamy sighs. Ya brother know?”
You nodded sheepishly as Pony started speaking.
“Don’t go telling no one Soda. Not Dally. Or Darry. Both of ‘em ain’t gonna be thrilled.”
“What aren’t I going to be thrilled about?” Darry’s voice called from the hallway as he appeared in the door beside Soda. With a glance between Pony’s annoyed expression, your worried one, and the grin on Sodas face, the eldest Curtis knew what was up.
“I’ve known since the start. Ya ain’t slick.”
Ponyboy huffed as Sodapop’s laughter continued. “Whatever. Don’t tell Dally.”
Darry nodded and Soda threw up an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Just don‘t do anything I wouldn’t approve of.”
“Yeah, that’s my bed too man.” Soda cackled as Pony threw a pillow at him. Darry groaned and shoved Sodapop out of the room, closing the door but leaving it a few inches ajar.
Ponyboy turned to you with a sigh and weak smile. “At least it’s only them?”
