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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.
—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
ꫂ ၴႅၴ should this be a series? and anyway more princesses to come! like perhaps aurora..
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 .
i fear dally would be your gaston at first. he’d think you were a little ridiculous. but with a lethal face card.
all those books hugged against your chest. pretty dresses. soft voice. the way you talk about happy endings like they’ll come true.
and you, think he’s awful.
he whistles at you the first time you walk past the DX and you turn around with the nastiest glare he’s ever seen.
“you always talk to girls like that?” you snap.
dally grins lazily. “only the pretty ones.”
“gross.”
and somehow that’s the moment he becomes obsessed with bothering you.
he constantly tries to get reactions out of you.
calls you “princess” in the most annoying tone imaginable.
steals your books just so you’ll chase after him yelling.
you lecture him ALL the time.
“you can’t solve every problem with fighting.”
“watch me.” he replies, taking a drag out his cigarette.
the gang thinks it’s hilarious watching you two argue because you never back down from him.
the switch happens slowly.
because one night you see him sitting outside alone with bruised knuckles and this empty look in his eyes.
and for once he doesn’t make a joke when you sit beside him.
“doesn’t it get tiring?” you ask softly.
“what?”
“acting like you don’t care about anything.”
he looks at you sharply then. like nobody’s ever said that before. “…you don’t know me.”
“i think i do.”
and dally hates how badly he wants that to be true.
after that, things change.
he starts walking you home without mentioning it.
he gets aggressive when people upset you.
you’re sitting in his lap at Buck’s, reading while he smokes lazily beside you.
“y’know,” he mutters, “if somebody told me a year ago i’d be sittin’ here listenin’ to some girl read fairy tales…”
you smile. “what?”
he watches you for a long second. “…woulda punched ‘em in the mouth.”
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 .
darry wouldn’t quite understand in the beginning.
but on your first date, when he saw the love and passion in your eyes while you talked about novels and reading. he fell in love.
but then he realized your stubbornness and how you didn’t back down. he fell even more in love.
darry acts annoyed when you stay up late reading but always leaves a light for you on.
when you guys visit the library, he always carries your books.
he would definitely build you a book shelf.
darry would trust you with his brothers. and you get along with ponyboy a lot.
it’s late and the curtis house is finally quiet.
you’re sitting at the kitchen table reading while darry leans against the counter.
“you oughta sleep,” he says.
“you first.”
he huffs a laugh. then walks over calmly and holds a hand out for you to take. “cmon, we’ll go together.”
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 .
to soda, everything you do is so pretty.
vintage items all over your room. ribbons tied around your favorite books. your mind. gold details. that even the curtis house starts changing after sodapop starts dating you.
like there’s a vase of flowers on the kitchen table.
he likes when you read him to sleep. it’s like his version of a lullaby.
soda hypes you up every time you rant to him about something new you learned. so like probably every other day.
unlike steve and dally, i feel like your intelligence would catch his attention first. you were different and he liked that. and your beauty is just a bonus.
although he doesn’t understand much of what you know, he’ll always ask about your most current hyper fixation.
and randomly he’d pull out the most specific and important detail out his ass and surprise you like wow, you really do pay attention!
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 .
ponyboy is utterly in love with you.
you guys read to eachother all the time, share books, annotate together, even write to eachother!
you’re both sitting on your bedroom floor, against the end of your bed, your shoulders touching lightly.
ponyboy’s reading out loud while you draw across a notebook page.
“you listening?” he asks.
“mhm.”
“what’d i just say?”
you smile without looking up. “something beautiful.”
he goes quiet after that. because you weren’t wrong.
he loves your room because it’s where all those memories happened, and because it’s quiet and smells like roses.
you make him feel so understood in a way he never thought he could be.
he gets very flustered when you compliment him on his knowledge or writing.
makes sure his poetry about you is the most beautiful thing ever to be written. shakespeare got nothing on ponyboy.
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 .
at first, steve thinks your too fancy for him.
all those books and polished words and those pale yellow dresses you wore, and how pretty you were. he didn’t think he stood a chance. which is lowkey crazy considering steve.
then he realizes you’re funnier and more hard-headed than half the gang combined.
and suddenly he’s obsessed with you.
he teases you constantly but in an affectionate way.
steve calls you “princess” sarcastically until one day it accidentally becomes genuine.
he acts dramatic when you read poetry out loud.
“oh brother, here she goes.”
you help him study sometimes and he complains the entire time.
he thinks it’s cute how excited you get over tiny things.
you’re reading out loud outside the DX while steve works on a car nearby.
“read that line again,” he says suddenly.
you blink. “i thought you weren’t listening.”
“i wasn’t,” he defends immediately, huffing and turning back to the car. but he glances over his shoulder, “well, come on.” he says, waiting for you to start reading again.
𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒 .
two-bit treats your dramatic little fairytale tendencies like the greatest thing ever.
you gasp over sunsets? he gasps louder.
you ramble about romance in novels? suddenly he’s fake fainting against walls.
everything with you becomes a bit. but somehow also sincere.
he reads over your shoulder badly and mispronounces half the words on purpose.
and he definitely interrupts your reading just to annoy you and then smiles when you get mad.
he tells everybody you’re “the smartest broad in Tulsa.”
you once read him a sad ending and he got genuinely upset about it for DAYS.
“this dude dies at the end?” two-bit says in horror.
you nod slowly.
and his face crumbles.“well that’s stupid. why would the author do that?”
“for symbolism.”
“symbolism my ass,”
𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 .
you’re the kind of girl johnny notices before he ever speaks to you.
the girl in the library with stacks of books and ribbons in your hair.
to him, you look like you stepped out of another world. and johnny— all nervous eyes and bruised knuckles— feels like he’s not enough to stand near you.
you’re always the one starting conversations first because he gets shy.
he loves listening to you talk even when he barely answers.
sometimes you catch him staring when you read aloud. then he gets embarrassed immediately.
if he’s not staring, he’s falling asleep. and he also gets so embarrassed when he wakes up.
when you guys read together, sometimes he has to read the same page three times because he’s too distracted by you sitting so close to him.
you fall asleep halfway through reading one night. book open across your chest.
johnny carefully takes it from your hands, marks the page, and pulls the blanket over you.
then he just sits there for a minute staring at you softly.
like he still can’t believe someone like you exists.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 📖 i got a little carried away with dally haha. anyways i would love to know if you guys still want to see these or something different! my reqs are always open. aurora next??
╰┈➤ “she's really got a magical spell and it's working so well”
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ᝰ.ᐟ summery: You were minding you’re business at the park when you somehow grabbed the attention of seven boys
word count: 438
warnings!!!: just fluff + not proofread
A/N: i’m so sorry this is soooo short i just wanted to post something to keep you guys somewhat satisfied
puppy love! au m.list
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It was a hot summer day, your dad drove to the local playground so you can be entertained while he does paperwork.
You had red heart shaped sun glasses, which matched your polished red ballet flats with a little heel. Your hair was neatly put into two pigtails that hung low next to your ears. Your white cotton dress was ironed and was strictly at your knees. You had no imperfections whatsoever on your body.
Unlike the dirty group of boys across from you, that was tackling each other in the mud.
Some had their hair greased or it was combed to the side. The tallest had neat clean hair instead, but his clothes were still drenched in mud. All of them had a white or gray tee that was tucked into their jeans. The smallest one had a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. They all had dirty converse with untied shoelaces.
They were the exact boys your father always talked down on. So you turned and walked the other way, plopping a strawberry dum dum in your mouth.
(the boys pov)
Johnny was the first to spot you.
You were on the monkey bars and him and the gang were taking turns on the swing.
He was looking at you from afar, you just look really cool in Johnny’s eyes.
And really pretty.
“Hey Johnnycakes, what are you lookin’ at?” Dally asked popping up from behind, following his glance to see you. “Ohhhh, Johnny’s got a crush!” Dally teased poking Johnny’s side playfully.
“A crush?” Two-bit repeated, jumping off the swings. “Our boy is growing up!” He wrapped his arm around Johnny’s shoulder. “Who?”
Johnny pointed at you, you were doing a handstand in front of your dad, while he was just nodding in approval.
“She is kinda pretty” Soda said standing next to Two-Bit. “She’s got that rich look.”
“Go talk to her Johnny” Darry nudged him, gesturing to you. “What’s she gonna do? Scream and run? She seems nice.” He reassured Johnny.
“Yeah! Johnny go!” Ponyboy yelled from the swings, trying to be included in the conversation.
Johnny mumbled ‘okay’ and started walking to you. He felt uneasy but every time he looked back his friends were smiling brightly at him.
You were now sitting on the grass making flower crowns humming the chorus of Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley.
“H—hi” Johnny shyly said trying to keep eye contact. He fidgeted with the hole in his jacket, hoping he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of you.
“Oh hey!” You chirped, “I like your eyes, they remind me of my puppy’s.”
