summary: No matter how hard the boys in the room pretended not to be interested in your conversation, they could not succeed. because sometimes, your girly gossip was too good, even if they could only hear one side of the conversation
wc: 1.3k+
No matter how hard the boys in the room pretended not to be interested in your conversation, they could not succeed. The Curtis’s living room was full, as per usual, the same dynamics installed in the lively house, but one thing was different tonight. Instead of being sprawled across Sodapop’s lap on the couch, taking part in disgusting displays of affection — which was never more than a kiss because there were children around — you were huddled up on the floor by a side table, one knee close to your chest as you trapped the house phone between your ear and shoulder, filing your nails as you took part in conversation with your friend.
And all around you, where conversation and loud television audio usually plays, there was silence. Every single boy in the house was turned towards you, keeping their gaze on the muted television in guise of paying attention to it rather than you. You stopped filing your nails for a moment, gesturing your hands outwardly as you laughed in disbelief. "That is so ironic. The entire reason she left her last school was because her friend overheard girls talking badly about her and told her, and now she’s going to trash talk us and expect our friends not to say anything!? Those are such double standards" You dropped the nail file, letting the metal softly clang onto the floor below you as you continued. "And she’s the new one here. Why is she under the impression that our best friend is going to keep her word rather than back us up?"
You huffed loudly, shaking your head as you picked up the nail file, continuing your prior movements. Dally tapped his feet rhythmically on the ground, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray atop the table next to you. You briefly glanced his way, but clearly, your attention was elsewhere. You closed your eyes for a short moment, shaking your head with a wave of your hand, as though your friend could see it.
"Okay, we get that she talked crap, but what did she say, and do I need to beat her up?"
Soda, sat on the floor in front of you, brought a hand to your thigh, placing his chin on the knee of your folded leg. He softly caressed your skin by repeating circular motions on it with his thumb. You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration, but you lifted a hand up anyway, cupping your boyfriend’s jaw for a short moment and stroking the soft skin of his cheek. Soda grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his face so he could press a kiss to your open palm.
From the other side of the living room, Two-Bit put his beer down, leaning his elbows on his thighs to get a closer look at your facial expressions. Facial expressions which did not communicate any positive emotions. "Oh that is grand coming from a woman whose boyfriend left her for her cousin!"
Steve patted the couch next to him, feeling for the remote control. He turned the TV off at the sound of your words, completely tuning into your conversation. "Oh don’t worry Aubrey, she’s very quickly going to learn to keep her mouth shut about me and my boyfriend." Sodapop straightened up at your words, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He scrambled away as you put a hand on Dally’s thigh on the couch behind you, using it as leverage to push yourself off the ground. The phone wire stretched upwards as you stood up, dragging your shoes closer to you with a kick of your foot.
As you listened to Aubrey’s next words, you spotted Darry leaning on the kitchen’s doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest with a towel slung over his shoulder. You only glanced back down at the feeling of someone’s hand on your ankle. You smiled softly at the sight of Soda, so sweetly guiding your foot into your slightly heeled shoe. Placing an arm on Sodapop’s shoulder to balance yourself, you pushed your opposite foot into the second shoe. Do you wanna come over and talk about it? Aubrey asked on the other side of the line. You know, you can let it all out and then speak to her tomorrow.
"Aubrey, the only thing I need to let out is my opinion of her to her face and have her sent right back to that school she hated so much. She’ll do better where she’s hated and insecure than she'll do around me." Dally whistled longly, sinking into the couch. Sodapop’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to stand up, putting both hands on your shoulders to stop you from going anywhere. Aubrey yapped away on the other side of the line, but you interrupted her, saying "Aubrey, I’m coming over, I’ll see you in ten."
You hung up the phone, turning away from Sodapop to grab your purse, unaware of all seven pairs of eyes on you. Sodapop followed your movements, trying not to let you past the front door. You slung your purse onto your shoulder, staring blankly at your concerned boyfriend. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to be as mean as I was on the phone." You told him. "Be meaner." Dally said, and you turned to look at him with a grin, winking his way.
Soda sighed, a small smile on his face as he reached for you. You let him tug you closer to him by a hand around your waist, bringing a hand up to rest on his shoulder. "Don’t get yourself in trouble for me." Soda whispered, and you offered him a tight lipped smile, leaning in to press a short kiss to his cheek, leaving him with a print of lip gloss on his skin.
He didn’t make way to wipe it away.
"Don’t forget you’re not the only person she talked badly of, Soda. I’m just going to teach her to watch her mouth."
Soda brought his second hand up to your waist, nodding okay. You swallowed thickly, letting the fury show on your face when he turned away from you to grab his car keys. "What did she say about you and your boyfriend?" Ponyboy called out from next to Johnny. You glanced towards him, chewing on your bottom lip before looking back at Sodapop, eyes angrily glossing over with fresh tears. The boys caught the look on your face and the subtle shake of your head. Johnny made a mental note to ask you about it later, when no one else would be around. You’d tell him then.
Soda tossed his car keys from hand to hand, an easy smile on his face. "Where am I taking you?" He asked softly, and you tilted your head to the side, a surge of fondness filling you. You stepped closer to him, closing a hand around the creased fabric of his shirt and pulling him close to you so you could press your lips against his in a loving kiss. Soda, clearly not expecting the kiss, only began returning it as you pulled away, a confused look on his face as you told him "I love you." He returned the words, a worried pinch forming between his eyebrows.
"Take it outside!" Called out Steve, picking up the TV remote again. Soda grinned boyishly, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you out the front door with him. He raced you to the passenger door, pulling it open for you and helping you inside before climbing in. He was so precious, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have such a loving, intelligent, emotional, precious boyfriend. Or according to Aubrey, as Sarah called him, your degenerate boyfriend. You furrowed your eyebrows as you recalled the words in your head.
For such a try hard, she really stooped low with that degenerate boyfriend of hers.
sum. you're a soc waitress who works at the local diner, a real doll. when the local hoods get a look at you, it's safe to say they're already making plans.
tw. curses, smoking mentions, dally and steve and twobit ꉂ(≧▽≦)
pair. Steve, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Dally, Twobit, Johnny x Fem!Soc!Reader .sep
type. headcanons
Dally Winston -
𐚁 when he first walked into the diner and saw you, his first instinct was to walk up to you and flirt his head off.
𐚁 classic dally winston, who would've thought?
𐚁 of course, you're annoyed by his stupid tactics to get you to go out with him. "You free tonight, hon'? gonna go to the drive-in with my pals.. wanna tag along?" and "Do you got a boyfriend? Pretty girl like you must." and, of course, "Are you real? is this your real hair?"
𐚁 johnny would be right next to him, hands in his pockets as he looks down at his feet. He doesn't like to be involved in his antics.
𐚁 "C'mon, doll. Let's go somewhere, away from here." He'd murmur, his face in your hair. He wouldn't give up unless someone, probably johnny, would tell him too.
𐚁 Who in their right mind would turn down Dally Winston, though?
Sodapop Curtis -
𐚁 He's a gentleman, we know. He wouldn't be anything like Dally or Steve or Twobit. He'd do something classic.
𐚁 Subtle hints here and there as you wait his table, like, "Oh, guess we got a real doll waiting our table. Just our luck, huh?" and writing his number on the napkin.
𐚁 He'd probably wink at you and stupid things like that, and if you still can't catch the hint, he'd walk up to you before he leaves and ask your number.
𐚁 You would obviously be stunned, did a literal popstar no pun intended just ask you out?! Sodapop was the one who always turned heads in the gang.
𐚁 Overall, he'd just be a gentleman about it, or straight up ask you out. He's kind of used to getting his way with girls, anyway.
Steve Randle -
𐚁 Oh brother.. this man would ABSOLOUTELY NOT back down until he gets you to go out with him.
𐚁 He'd do something stupid just to show off, like 'accidentally' catching you when you fall, or 'accidentally' flexing his arms while grabbing the plate you gave to him.
𐚁 He'd come right up to you, too, leaning on the counter, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "So.. Uh.. You got a boyfriend, pretty?"
𐚁 Probably awkward with girls if I had to guess. Two-bit would have to go to the bathroom to try not to cringe at his attempts.
𐚁 He'd probably try to get your attention by blowing straws at you if you ignored him, or just yell for a waitress constantly.
𐚁 A tad bit annoying.
TwoBit Mathews -
𐚁 Of course he'd notice the minnie mouse sticker on your notepad, it was the cherry on top. You were pretty, kind, funny, and understood his humor.. AND liked mickey? you were his dream.
𐚁 you were also blonde WHO SAID THAT?!
𐚁 He'd blow straws at you, winking, wolf whistling.. everything in the damn book. He would REFUSE to come straight up to you, though. He wants to attract you with his natural charm, he says.
𐚁 He'd crack jokes loud enough for you to hear, peeking at you every now and then to see if you were listening to his stupid jokes. Eventually, you'd laugh nearby and he'd whistle at you to come over.
𐚁 Definitely would be cracking witty dad jokes. "You know what you call a sane horse?" he'd smile. "What?" You'd ask, giggling. "Stable!"
𐚁 No one laughed.
𐚁 He'd probably tip you and actually pay for the meal, leaving his number on everything he can.. The table, the cash, the receipt.. He's a litttleeee desperate.
Johnny Cade -
𐚁 Oh, you were just a doll, weren't you? He saw you laughing and being so kind to the little kids there.. He just had to admire you.
𐚁 He'd just stare a lot of the time, his puppy eyes burning holes in the back of your head. If you ever caught him, he'd immediately look away, staring at his untouched food.
𐚁 Dally would eventually notice his Kid Brother staring at some pretty waitress, and would step in. "Hey, what's your type?" or something idiotic like that.
𐚁 Dally would be the wingman, saying stupid shit like "So, you find this guy cute, or what?" he'd tease, ruffling johnny's hair next to him.
𐚁 If johnny did make a move, it'd be something like "Gee, you're real pretty." before he quickly regrets it and runs to the bathroom to hide.
𐚁 He can't handle pretty girls. Was he shy, or was it the talk steve gave him?
𐚁 Ponyboy still doesn't know.
Ponyboy Curtis -
𐚁 You were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, prettier than cherry, he'd even say.
𐚁 Usually, he'd ignore pretty girls, because the only ones he'd find were socs, or loud, cussing greasers.
𐚁 But you were different. You had a book in your hands, eating a sandwich on your lunchbreak.
𐚁 You were quiet, unlike most other greasers he'd known. You were also kind.. and reading Gone With The Wind.
𐚁 He'd come up to you, pulling up a stool and asking you some questions about the book, if you liked it, if you read any others, your school..
𐚁 He'd probably be too nervous to ask for your number or anything.. but he'd come back everyday just to see you.
• 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?????)
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.
hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕
The Gang Being Protective
The outsiders x fem!reader
an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!
W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read
Darry Curtis
Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.
Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.
"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.
You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."
"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.
Ew. "No thank-"
"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.
You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.
The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.
The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."
Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.
You nod. "Thank you."
"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.
Sodapop Curtis
"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.
You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.
"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.
"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.
"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."
"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"
You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.
His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"
You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."
"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"
Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."
"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"
"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.
He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.
"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."
"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.
You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."
Steve Randle
Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.
"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.
"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.
"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."
You laugh. "Okay."
He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.
You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.
And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?
"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"
"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.
Claimed? You scoff.
"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.
The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.
"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"
You smile. "Yes, thank you."
He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."
Two-Bit Matthews
It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.
You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.
The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.
"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.
"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.
"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.
"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.
"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.
"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.
"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.
You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."
He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."
Dallas Winston
Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.
You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.
"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.
Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.
One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.
"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.
Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.
"I'll talk to him."
Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.
"Dallas–"
"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.
Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."
The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."
"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."
Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."
The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."
Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.
Johnny Cade
Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.
"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.
He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"
"My friend." You say simply.
A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.
You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."
"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."
"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.
"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."
You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."
He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.
An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!
