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callme-holly · 3 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could please do the outsiders gang with a little Curtis sister!reader? Like readers a year younger than ponyboy? Also can it be hc’s please?

'𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫' [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhhh, i literally love this concept so much. Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 671 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none!!

The gang are so protective of you oh my god

You may only be a year younger than Pony but they will still bend over backwards to ensure that you are safe.

You are Darry’s whole world. He cares about you so much that it’s almost suffocating. If anything happens to you, you best believe he is sticking up for you in a heartbeat.

Sometimes it can get a little frustrating. The boys will baby you and you will have to stand your ground when they get a little too much.

You are never allowed to walk home alone, and I mean never. There will always be someone there to walk you to and from wherever it is you need to go. It’s dangerous out there and they will not risk you being jumped.

Speaking of which, if you did ever happen to get jumped, the gang is by your side in seconds. Dallas, Steve, and Darry will literally put someone in the hospital for you if need be.

You give the boys a run for their money. If they get put on “baby-sitting” duty you show them pretty quickly that you don’t need looking after.

Sodapop is your best friend and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s that person you can go to when you’ve got a problem and actually feel comforted afterwards. He’ll take you to the DX with him and let you help out as well as letting you take whatever you want from the store. Steve doesn’t really like it (he’s jealous that you’re stealing away his best friend) but he warms up to you being around after a while.

Going to the movies with Ponyboy and hanging out in the lot with him and Johnny after!!

If you think Darry is hard on Pony, just wait until you get home a few minutes past curfew. He will go mental. Like I said, he cares a whole lot about you and isn’t gonna have your future wasted. Sure, he has near impossible expectations for you a lot of the time, but just talk to him and he’ll try to go easy.

The other kids at school hardly ever mess with you. They’ve seen how scary your brothers and the rest of the gang are and they really aren’t looking to be spending their days in hospital.

If you’re struggling in classes, Pony will drop everything to help you out. You will both sit and study until Darry is on your ass about getting to bed.

Sometimes the gang can be a little too protective. It’s suffocating having to have someone with you everywhere you go and while they mean well you have had multiple arguments with them about how you can take care of yourself.

Dallas has definitely taught you how to fight, much to Darry’s dismay. You need to be able to hold your own and Dallas is going to teach you everything he’s learnt during his time on the streets.

Two-bit is the go to “baby-sitter”. He’s more than happy to go anywhere you want and he actually lets you have some form of freedom. Maybe that’s because he himself has the mentality of a small child but regardless, if Darry wants someone to look after you, make sure you request Two-bit.

Johnny loves spending time with you. You’re calm and someone he can talk to when he needs to. When he stays over some nights, you will sit up with him and Pony and talk until the sun comes up.

At first, Steve didn’t like you. He genuinely believed you were going to steal Sodapop away from him and hated when you came along to the DX. He doesn’t care if you’re a year younger than Pony, you’re still a kid in his eyes, and he’ll treat you as such. After a while though, he starts to warm up to you, you’re his best friend’s little sibling after all.

Needless to say, the whole gang loves you and would do anything for you <333

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #dallas winston #johnny cade #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

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cranberrv · 29 days

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so high school

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you run into your high-school sweetheart, darrel curtis.

( a/n : this isn’t my best work but not every piece has to be my fave! hope u cuties enjoy nonetheless, sorry i have no idea how to write darry )

his brown eyes met yours from across the classroom for the first time since grade 12.

your heart sank. you thought darry would’ve left by now, started his career as a successful football player or something even better, but he was standing in your classroom, still in tulsa.

your entire teenage years flash before your eyes — running on the field to kiss the quarterback, playing kiss marry kill, driving to parties, meeting his family. he looked the same.

darry’s eyes widen as he sees you. he elbows ponyboy. “you did not tell me that y/n l/n was your geography teacher.” he whispers.

“you’d of freaked if i had told you, man,” ponyboy whispers back.

tonight was parent-teacher interviews. one of your best students was ponyboy curtis, little brother of your high-school sweetheart. they were greasers, and you were a soc, but that never stopped you from going over to their house everyday, back when you were bittersweet 16.

“darry curtis,” you say softly, smiling gently. “long time no see.”

he avoids your gaze, his cheeks glowing pink. “yeah, nice to see you, y/n.”

“feel free to take a seat,” you offer, and they sit in front of your desk.

you begin talking about ponyboy — his incredible grades, your insistence on him participating more, assuring darry that ponyboy has a high chance of getting into a good post-secondary school.

you look at darry again. you have to address the elephant in the room — it would be weird not to. “this is weird, isn’t it?” you ask, voice soft. “i mean, we met in this school, and now i’m teaching your younger brother.”

“yeah, i guess so,” he agrees. “i honestly thought you would’ve left this dump by now, you always talked about wanting to move to new york city or toronto or somethin’.”

“yeah, plans changed.” you shrug. “i thought you would’ve moved by now, too.”

“plans changed,” he repeats, quoting you. you smile at him.

“what have you been up to since high school?” you ask him. “still play football?”

“i roof houses.” he answers. “but yeah, sometimes i fool around with football. not as much, though.”

“you were good,” you compliment.

“thanks,” he answers. he is never this awkward, what is happening? “you still into reading and history and stuff?”

“yeah,” you answer. “i mean, ponyboy can tell you, i never shut up about it when i’m teaching. always got a new book to talk about.”

and there we go. the conversation is back to ponyboy. “oh, that’s nice. pony only talks good about you. just never pieced together that it was you.”

“yeah, well, guess you thought i would’ve been gone by now.”

“guess so,” he agrees. “glad you’re not.”

you smile at him.

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the following weeks, you’d notice ponyboy talking to you a bit more whenever he could in class, talking to you about darry. and when you walked into the DX, sodapop asked if you were “darry’s chick,” and you had no idea how to respond.

flowers started blooming at the local park in your neighbourhood, so you decided to take a walk and pick some to decorate your classroom and decorate them for spring.

everything reminded you of him — you walked past a small punch of pink tulips. he got you tulips for your grade 11 semi-formal. he got them for a discount at the gas station, it was all he could afford. they were beautiful.

while you were walking, you spotted a gang of greasers. darry was with them, he was the tallest and stuck out like a sore thumb among the pink and yellow flowers and blossoming trees.

sodapop and ponyboy spotted you instantly, catching your eye and then telling the rest of the gang that you were here. they all excitedly started pressuring darry to go talk to you. you overheard the giggles and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

darry walked up to you after a few moments of resistance. you looked stunning — your hair gently waving in the warm breeze, a handful of wildflowers in your grasp. and you were smiling at him!

“hi darry,” you greet. he starts walking beside you, leaving his friends behind.

“hey, y/n,” he says. his voice is deeper than it was when you knew him. “it was real nice seein’ you at ponyboy’s parent-teacher thing.”

you agree, and then he speaks again. “i just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

“what about?” you ask with a tilt of your head.

“okay, so i know we dated back in high school and stuff,” he starts. “it was real fun. we had some good times.”

“yeah, we did.” you agree.

“do you want to try again?” he asks you. his muscular body and his intimidating looks would be nothing if you heard how he was speaking now. it felt wholesome, shy, like how he asked you out in high school.

you take a second to think. you remember how you felt when he took another girl to prom 3 weeks after you broke up, you remember how that hurt you and how you wanted to kill him. but you remember watching shows with him on saturday nights, you remember kissing in the backseat, you remember his mom, mrs. curtis, kissing you on the cheek the first time you met her. you remember cheering when he got a touchdown, you remember him kissing tears off your face when he got hurt in a rumble. you remember the good and the bad. and when you look back up at him, you feel so high school.

“yeah,” you say softly. “i would love that, darry.”

#🎀 announcements #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders darry #darry curtis headcanons #darry curtis #darry curtis fluff #darrel curtis fluff #darrel curtis #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis x y/n #darry curtis x you

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allexina · 10 months

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↱ Content warnings: mentions of sex and suggestive comments being made by both the reader and the boys . ↰

↱ The Outsiders When You’re on Your Period (Fem! Reader)↰

↱ Summary: You’re on your period and your boyfriend helps you get through it. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I’m still getting a grasp on how they talk/act so they may be ooc for the time being but I’m hoping I can get everything down soon:). ↰

Word count: 3,191

Darry Curtis:

You whimpered as another dull ache spread throughout your lower abdomen. Your thighs were beginning to feel sore and your lower back was killing you. You didn’t want to bother anyone though so you kept your head down and kept your whimpers as quiet as possible.

There was no pads or anything really. No medicine. No nothing so you were stuck with toilet paper in your panties until the cramps went away. You gritted your teeth and moved to lay on your back on the bed. You couldn’t tell whether these cramps were the worst you’d experienced as of late or if you simply couldn’t remember any periods before this.

It was eight at night so Darry should have been home by now. You looked up at the clock and waited to hear his boots coming onto the porch. He could take a quick bath and then come cuddle with you. His warmth would really help especially since you could force him to message your lower abdomen.

The front door opened and you heard Darry’s thudding boots hit the floor with each step. He went into the bathroom but quickly came back out. “Who’s bleeding? Did those socs get after y’all again?” You looked down embarrassed, knowing he had most likely seen some of the bloody tissue. You didn’t want him to though. You wrapped them all multiple times. Another wave of cramps hit as they came back to back. One after another. You closed your eyes and bit into the blanket.

Why were women expected to go through this every month again? Who decided this should’ve been a thing? You were cursing anything and everything in that moment as you heard the bedroom door open. Darry looked at you before realizing, his eyes softening a great deal. He gave you a gentle smile, “Can you wait for a second? I need to go take a bath but I’ll be out soon and I got enough money to buy you whatever you need.” He watched you nod and walked out of the room with a smile gracing his face. You let out a curse under your breath before rolling around on the bed. You were hoping to find the position that eased the pain the most.

With one more roll and a weird angle, you found the perfect position. You closed your eyes and let out a breath before patiently waiting for Darry to come out of the bathroom. Five or so minutes later, Darry came walking in with just a towel on. “What store do you usually go to? Do you know what you want to get to snack on?” Darry had dropped the towel and was cleaning everything up. He started putting his clothes on before coming to pick you up. “You don’t need to walk. Get comfortable and point to what you want.” He muttered out into your hair softly. You smiled as the pain picked back up. Even though you really wanted to kill him for moving you, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually say or do anything hurtful to him. He was trying his best for someone who had never had a period before.

Sodapop Curtis:

You walked circles around the DX, looking at the snacks and drinks. You grabbed a water and a few pieces of candy. You’d already taken something for the cramps but they weren’t going away.

You walked up to the counter and threw your things up there. Soda looked you up and down before noticing the black pants. You rarely wore black pants and when you did, it signified that time of the month. You gave Steve a dirty look as he ran behind Soda. For some reason, his voice really pissed you off.

Soda told you what you owed before he pulled change out of his pocket. “You okay? I’ll kick Ponyboy from the room back home if you wanna come back.” Soda’s calming voice always managed to sooth you though this time, you still felt a great deal of anger.

“I’m fine. Why does it matter anyways? Can’t you just ring me up and give me my snacks back?!?” Before Soda could say anything else, you had burst into tears. Steve had come out of the back to check on the girl crying and slowly went back the way he came when he noticed it was you.

You didn’t like Steve one bit when you were on your period. Maybe it was because of the times where he’d stolen your chocolate cake or maybe his ego annoyed you but whatever it was, he learned from last time not to bother you.

Soda jumped over the counter and slung an arm around your shoulder. He planted a kiss on your temple and rubbed your back for a little bit, letting you push your body weight against him. To you, it felt comfortable being pressed against him. His body heat also made you feel a lot better. Steve’s head peeked around the corner before he began mouthing to Soda about him just staying with you until you calmed down.

Soda brought you with him to sit down, cradling you carefully on his lap. You were going through a lot and he knew any man would do the same thing had you gone to them instead. He began leaving kisses all over your face and even kissed the top of your head in an effort to make you smile. You hid your little smile in Soda’s neck.

One of his hands came down to rub your lower back, remembering all the times you would complain about the pain. Soda tried, he really did. Even if it didn’t seem like much to others, it meant the world to you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

You began writing the notes down quickly, hoping to finish up with biology. It was a class you despised more than Bob which that statement alone spoke volumes. As you finally set your pen down, with your hand cramping up, you realized there was a slight pain in your abdomen. Of course, you waved it off at first as being hungry.

You also knew if you couldn’t see it then it wasn’t there but when the pain began to worsen, you knew you needed to go to the restroom. Ponyboy was sitting beside you, reading a book since he’d long been done with what you all were supposed to do.

You reached a hand out and gently tugged on his jacket sleeve. He marked the page he was on before looking at you with a gentleness that calmed you down. “Can you come to the bathroom with me? I need to do something.” Your teacher was surprisingly lenient and would allow you to use the restroom without even asking. So both you and Ponyboy stood up. With you leading, it most likely looked like something it shouldn’t have.

You scampered down the hallways in a panic to find your locker once you felt gravity do it’s job. Ponyboy was still as confused as ever as he mindlessly followed behind you like an innocent puppy. Before long, you’d found your locker and opened it to reveal your sanitary products. Ponyboy’s face went from one of confusion to realization.

“Baby..” He started as he reached a hand out for you to grab. He let you hold onto him to the trip to the bathroom, comfortingly whispering sweet nothings to you while also physically showing affection.

You had a hard time every month as the cramps and fatigue would usually get the best of you. That was okay though as you had your lovely boyfriend to get you whatever you needed.

Ponyboy placed a kiss on your head as you separated from him to go into the bathroom. He waited outside and once you got out, wrapped his arms around you.

You laid against him for a few minutes, almost falling asleep standing up. Ponyboy sighed from above you, wanting to take you home and comfort you in the best ways he possibly could. Unfortunately, the two of you still had three hours of school left. Fortunately, you two had all the same classes so Ponyboy could sit with you and comfort you every chance given to him.

Johnny Cade:

You called the Curtis household, asking for Johnny. He responded almost immediately, telling you he would be over soon enough. You set out snacks and anything else you could think of in that moment as you knew Johnny most likely hadn’t eaten all that much.

When he knocked on your door, you couldn’t have been happier. All you wanted was to lay down and cuddle. For some reason, you’d gotten really physically affectionate with him and it made him skeptical. Why would you wanna cuddle unless you did something wrong? That thought process wasn’t healthy but it was how Johnny survived. Everyone must do something to fuck him up.

“Johnny, please come lay down with me.” You whined as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Those negative thoughts faded as he realized he was thinking about you. The girl who almost physically fist fought her parents when they told her she had to break up with him. The girl who chased Bob and Randy away when they tried to tease Johnny for being a greaser. You couldn’t have done anything bad. Not in Johnny’s eyes anyway.

“Okay.” The way Johnny’s voice broke made you give him a seductive grin before you realized you couldn’t do anything with him as you were in the middle of your period. Lucky for you, you only had about two or three days left.

Johnny followed you to your living room where you had a fort set up on the couch. Blankets were everywhere and a soap opera played on the tv. There was no reason for it to be as sad as it was but it mattered none the less to you. You loved watching or reading heart wrenching things.

You sat down on the couch and pulled Johnny down with you. Your giggles made Johnny’s day. They were so very sweet and innocent sounding. If a stranger heard it, they’d think you were excited and happy. Johnny knew the difference between a happy giggle and a mischievous one. It still made his day for him to hear you happy though especially when your period came around. You used to be embarrassed about it and tried to hide it as best as you could from Johnny but he figured out what you was doing during the week you avoided anything sexual. Not that Johnny minded. He’d have a week to simply coddle you and show you how much he loved you without having to take any clothes off.

It wasn’t like Johnny was a Dallas in the making. Instead, the two of you were genuinely intimate with one another. That’s what made your relationship work so well. You truly cared for one another.

Johnny laid down beside you and pushed his face into your neck. When you first met him, you were surprised to learn that he could stand up for himself and you if he had to. You found it kind of scary to see him pull a switchblade on someone but you also found it endearing, oddly enough.

You felt his arms snake around your waist and you let one of your hands slide down to intertwine with one of the hand’s on your waist. Your smile never ceased a bit throughout the entire ordeal.

Soon enough, Johnny’s breaths were even. You realized he hadn’t spoken more than one word yet you felt loved and comfortable in that moment.

You continued to smile until a random cramp attacked and you remembered why you wanted him to come over so badly.

Steve Randle:

You cuddled into Steve with a frown on your face. “Just give me a bite and stop being so greedy.” You huffed as Steve finally lifted his fork to share some of his chocolate cake. You grinned and nuzzled closer to him.

He had an arm around you, gripping you tightly and was eating with his free hand. You were surprised to see that he could do that as when you tried, you usually fucked up whatever you had going on.

Your loving boyfriend stayed with you while the rest of the gang went out. Darry was working, Sodapop was off for the day, Ponyboy wanted to watch a movie and so did Johnny. Two-bit and Dally decided they didn’t have anything better to do and went with. You told Steve that he could go with them but he claimed that you needed him more than they did.

Which lead to you almost laying in his lap and the two of you arguing over the chocolate cake that sat beside him. “You’re so pretty, ya know that?” Steve suddenly muttered as he looked at you.

“Oh, don’t you dare. We both know that won’t stop me from getting more of the cake. Besides, I’m bleeding out right now so just give me the cake.” Steve pondered for a moment before finally giving you another bite. You made sure to bat your eyelashes at him as you knew he would give in almost immediately.

You pushed yourself further onto Steve’s lap and shoved your face into his neck. He smelt like car oil and something else. You couldn’t quite identify it but it was your newest favorite smell. Everything about Steve drove you mad. Especially now that sex was off the table for a week.

Well, more like it was off the table for him. Steve was perfectly fine with diving into it like you weren’t rapidly losing blood from that area. “It’ll get better. It always does, baby.” He pressed a quick kiss to your head. You curled in closer to him. Everything about him made you feel so very safe. You didn’t think you’d be able to survive without him especially since Bob and Randy had been staring at you like you were their next snack the last few days.

Steve had found you multiple times curled in the corner of the DX, breathing heavy and holding yourself. It made Steve more protective. On top of that, he just hated seeing you in extreme pain. He hated that he couldn’t fix what you were currently going through. He’d do whatever you’d want him to do if it eases the pain you felt.

Dallas Winston:

Dally watched as you sobbed on the bed. You couldn’t get diagnosed with anything but the pain you were feeling were horrible. It had been ten or twelve hours since you started your period and it still felt just as bad as it had when it first started.

Dally was confused and genuinely didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help you but he didn’t grow up with any girls so he didn’t know what to do. He offered you water and you almost lunged at him. You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t his fault. He was just a little clueless about feminine issues.

Dally sat down beside you, shrugging his leather jacket off and setting it down on your hunched over body. You let out another pained sob and Dally finally stood up and left the room. He would call Soda or Darry. They’d know what to do with a woman in pain. Dally never witnessed you in extreme pain as you usually avoided him whenever your period came around. You didn’t know if he would react childishly or not and you didn’t want to find out either.

As it seems, Dally never made fun of you. If anything, he’s been in as much emotional distress as you were in physical pain. Dally grabbed the phone and called the Curtis household, impatiently waiting for someone to answer.

Darry’s tired voice came through the phone. Dallas immediately began explaining his situation and Darry gave him some advice about what to do. Dallas was quick to hang the phone up and get back to you. You were sleeping in an awkward position, tear stains on your face.

Dallas sat on the bed beside you, stroking your face. Maybe some sleep would do you good. Dallas looked around for a second, trying to see if anyone was nearby.

He leaned down and whispered a quick “I love you,” and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. You subconsciously curled closer into his leather jacket, forcing a smirk out of your boyfriend.

You were the cutest.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two-Bit sat on the floor with an arm thrown over your shoulder. He had a beer in his left hand while his right hand gently played with your hair. You were close to crying for no particular reason other than you felt like you wanted to cry.

Two-Bit wasn’t paying a lot of attention to you. He wasn’t hearing everything you were saying and you were repeating words over and over. You finally smacked Two-Bit’s shoulders.

He turned to look at you with a bewildered look covering his face. “What’d I do?” You gave him a dirty look.

“You’re ignoring me again. Why?” You finally glared at him. You elbowed him in the ribs gently. You couldn’t blame Two-Bit as you were the one to ask his alcoholic ass out. You finally laid your head on his shoulder.

“I’m not?” He muttered out as he finally brought you closer to him. He kissed your head and made sure to remind himself that you’re just probably in pain or maybe you were just a little emotional. He knew what time of the month it was and told himself you’d be fine. Besides, he tracked your period too. He knew that you only had about a day left. Unfortunately, you got random pain throughout the entire five days of your period.

You slowly grabbed his beer from his hand and sat it down beside the two of you. You were a huge cuddle bug when you weren’t on your period but being on it caused you to become almost inseparable with Two-Bit.

Two-Bit didn’t mind much. He enjoyed the way you stuck to him like glue. The two of you weren’t very touchy feely but you both had your times where you were completely involved with each other.

Two-Bit would aimlessly follow you, a beer close by along with watching Mickey Mouse if there was a tv. You got off of Two-Bit as the door opened and sat down above him on the couch. Ponyboy and Johnny came in, looking at the two of you and then went to the kitchen.

Two-Bit sighed and grabbed your legs, setting them on his shoulders. He reached a hand up, offering you his beer. You took a sip before handing Two-Bit his beer back.

He looked up at you for a mere second and you caught his eyes and gave him a gentle smirk. “I want something to eat.” You batted your eyelashes again before frowning at your boyfriend.

Finally, you gave a small smile as you remembered that Two-Bit was yours and even if he was a bit stupid, you still loved him dearly.

#the outsiders #johnny cade #Dallas Winston #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #two-bit Mathews #x female reader #Steve randle #Johnny Cade x reader #Ponyboy Curtis x reader #Darry Curtis x reader #Sodapop Curtis x reader #two-bit Mathews x reader #Steve randle x reader #Dallas Winston x reader

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 4 months

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if you still do them, is it okay you do like one shots with ROTTMNT boys and a little sibling reader?

but here’s the thing, the reader is a little pink gecko with yellow spots, they’re around 10 or 9 years old and can run just as fast as sonic the hedgehog and basically have the energy of a golden retriever, they’re like a tiny dragon and it’s adorable yet SO. FREAKING. EXHAUSTING!!

❝ pink bubbles and banana laffy taffy!! ❞

₊˚꒰🥞꒱‧ — 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐠𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡˚ 𓂋 🍋﹒✦﹒✿ ˚

❝l ɑׁׅ֮/ꪀׁׅ : okay i had to squeeze this one out because OHMIGOSH it is SO. CUTE!!!! i literally got soso excited when i read this because how did you know i'm legitimately obsessed with geckos?! 😭 i literally downloaded picsart to make that collage and wrote this in the span of a day or two because i got so excited aausghshdh !! fluffybun24, fluffy, darlin'. grips your shoulders and brushes your cheek tenderly. thank you. also, i'm just now realizing you asked for one shots after the fact ajsjjhd I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL AFTER RE-READING IT after writing this whole thing out XD DX but foremost, i must tell you that i mostly do my fandom writing in headcanon/reaction formats !! :(( one shot(s) aren't really my forte . . . albeit, i do hope this is just as good !! o7

(honorable mention: @agentturtlecupcake *HARSHLY NUDGES YOU* HEY. HEY LOOK. LOOKLOOKLOOOKLOKKOKLOKOOOKKLLOOOOOOOK. IT'S the, k-KID-🩷💛)

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ oh my goodness me, you are the simultaneous love and light, the bane and exhaustion, of everyone's respective lives.

don't get me wrong, your family absolutely adores you!!

especially since you're :(( the baby :(( aww :(((

it just, kinda freaks everyone thafuq OUT when you zip and zoom and flash everywhere

just. a maniacal streak of pink and yellow.

they don't know peace because of you. (affectionate!)

like they will be mindin' their whole business in its entirety and here you come

"*walks into the main living room* heeeeeyy, anybody seen my jupiter jim issue— [*nyooom!*] SWEET MOTHER OF G O D–"

it's not like you ever have ill intentions, tho 🥹 so it's okay.

"they're cute so it's okay!" — all of your siblings at one point, probably

while they do accept your golden retriever tendencies, it be givin' them gray hairs fr 💀✋

especially because you're so f a s t

you're there one moment then next thing they know you're halfway across the entire lair, tittering and chirping happily away.

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ so, over the course of your life, they've all developed their own designated role when keeping up with you:

raph . . .

being the oldest definitely feels the most responsible for you and acts on it! he himself has developed a sixth sense for when you zoom by and can catch you with (relative) ease every time, and has definitely saved your butt from like. accidentally crashing into a wall or smth sjsjsj

but big bubba can't prevent everything :\ so you have gotten some owies !!

but you can always count on him to be there to help you feel better.

he's your biggest bro 🥹 he always makes you feel better.

but i imagine u're also a maniacal little shit (*cough* thanks leo *COUGH*)

so sometimes you just, str8 up run away from him like ACTIVELY escape his grasp

it deffo takes some effort 😮‍💨 (petition : #saveraphfromhissiblings /lh)

"[NAME]?! Get back here, you little speed monster!!"

*cue toiny baby gecko squealing and The Daily Chase commencement*

oh yeah. it's a daily occurrence.

you stress him out 🤣😭 but it's okay. :))

(after catching you in his hands, holding you up to eye level): "Alright, you little goober. That's enough outta ya today." "But Raaaaph!!"

and then you can't really do anything because raph knows your sweet spot, your little switch, that melts you like putty - a little patch riiiight in the center of your upper back, a well-pressurized scritch is all it takes really, and oh. there we go. down for a nap !

however you simply must have your grand rebellion moments and give him arm gummy bites the entire time but he's the just personification of "😇😌"

ain't no doubting he loves you tho. adores you, really; your bright bubbliness is what makes him smile most days, and even tho your energy is a bit much for him to keep up with, and he'd really like it if you stopped fighting him for afternoon naps sometimes, i don't think he'd change it for the world.

leo . . .

is one who's fairly on par with your hyperactivity, so he's the one we all turn to when your excitement is bubbling over into something a liiiiittle too much :'))

playing tag when you're zooming to and fro is one of you guys' favorites.

but sometimes he doesn't play fair and uses his odachi to teleport >:((

and if you get genuinely upset, he just scoops you up and blows raspberries on your soft lil tummy.

he's the only one who can wear you out so he's an essential part of everyone's lives asksksjd

but bc of this

HE PROBABLY USES YOU AS COLLATERAL TO GET THINGS HE WANTS I'M NOT EVEN PLAYIN

"LEO!!! Ugghhghhh, can you please handle them?!"

"Mmmhmmmmmmm....."

"L E O ಠಗಠ! For the last time, you are NOT choosing for movie night tonight and the kind of pizza!! You've had it all week!!!"

"Ohh, suddenly I have no capability for one very specific baby cotton candy-banana pudding gecko..... Shame. Woeful, horrible, terrible, shame—"

"LEO!!!"

he's a jerk, but he's highkey your idol and he would give the entire world for you in a heartbeat, so :))

donnie . . .

acts like your hyperactivity is an inconvenience...... but in reality, he doesn't mind it.

(only when it compromises his tech. you've only had one to two incidents involving his lab before permanent damage control was done and it's been this way ever since. 😭✋)

sure, sometimes your wild nature can make him cringe on bad days, but what's a sibling if they don't get tired of your antics once every while?

it's healthy development !!

plus. he himself has his moments where his lowkey descent into madness shows its peak, so he can't really talk.

you've all got your quirks, y'know? (/ref)

in truth he accepts it as a part of you, and he loves all of you - i mean c'mon, you're his baby sibling.

and even tho he doesn't openly admit it nearly as much as the rest of your family - he really does think you're adorable.

and in more truth: donnie takes care of you a lot. like- as soon as you started showing signs of your speediness and just-consumed-five-bags-of-candy excitement levels, he completely baby proofed the lair 😭

and you can't tell me he didn't know you'd possess those superhuman levels of speed bro you CAN'T

that man is a scientist and he leaves no stone unturned, especially when it comes to his family.

he has you microchipped too sjjsjdh

[ i just thought of this just now, actually: he and leo are a team when it comes down to your genetics/biological health. donnie researches with his stem-augmented brain and studies your dna down to the very microfiber; leo adapts with his medical affinities to make sure you're the healthiest little gecko mutant kiddo you can be. <3 ]

WE MAY HAVE MADE FUN OF HIM AT THE MOMENT, because how much harm can one baby gecko do Donnie you silly fool honhonhonhon BUT HE'S THE ONLY 👏 ONE 👏 WHO CAME IN CLUTCH.

very much "who's laughing now?"

certainly donnie. my bet's on donnie.

"THEY ALL LAUGHED. THEY CALLED ME A SILLY FOOL. BUT FEAST YOUR EYES, BRETHREN. EATETH THY WORDS!!" "..... Raphie! Bonbon's doin' that crazy scientist shtick again!!" "[NAME]. >:("

on another note, i feel donnie would extend that branch of 'baby-proofing' and relate it to the gift he created for you. [ ref: s1/ep2 — "donnie's gifts" ]

maybe it was something like . . . a malleable sludge, some sort of putty, that melded perfectly over your legs whenever you were starting to get too speedy.

you were initially excited over the cute little metal band anklets gifted to you by your older brother, buuut once it activated .... :((

it made you big sads. :((

being a little speedykins was your most defining trait !! why would donbon try to take that away from you?? :(( donnie :((( donbon why :(((

.... what you don't know, (and me either tbh, we never got that 'explanation' from the inventor himself), is that donnie made it with your specs in mind.

geckos are able to climb vertical surfaces (with some exceptions of course, but for the most part !!) — when activated, those little "putty bands" would've aided in that.

because donnie knows how much you love to run around, especially climbing up the walls, but you can't stick up there forever.

was it made to simultaneously slow your ass down? yes. 🤣😭

(he's only one man what do you want from the poor guy ☠✋ your drive by's were enough to send him into cardiac arrest every time)

...... was it made to adhere to nearly any and every surface texture known to man & mutant kind? for an unprecedented amount of time? with the intentions of you having so much fun with it? also yes.

was it made with intricate care and with, overall, your best interests at heart?

yes.

but after the whole ordeal, he really did mean it when he says you're great just the way you are. :))

in your calmer moments, he likes to have you wrap around his shoulders like a fashion designer scarf and taps at your cute little tail, half as a stim, half as a gesture of affection, while he's in the lab focusing on his latest project

or even just. vibing. y'all are primetime vibey.

he finds your weight comforting. like a tiny weighted pillow.

and he'll never admit that he feels his heart nearly burst with love and pure fondness when you yourself happily curl up into your brother and fall asleep there, cooing softly into his ear.

he built a little comfort bed/pillow extension for you in his battle shell for such occasions <3

but he prefers the sibling cuddles without his shell on.

he trusts you, after all.

(i will never financially recover from this aksjddh SOBBING)

mikey . . .

is exceptionally good at matching all of your moods: your bubbly hyperactivity and bringing you to a calmer, serene state !!

how does he do it. 🧍

he catches you in his arms and strokes/scratches your back to calm you down, and it works like a charm every time !

he never has to use dr. delicate touch on you. despite being the closest in age, surprisingly, you listen to mikey very well !

call it survivor's intuition 🫠 orrrr just the fact that you and mikey are very close and in-tune with one another,

whenever he calls it quits for you - no matter how much you might whine and pout - you genuinely do tone it down.

i know i said this for leo too but i feel like mikey just has that magic touch. yenno?

no pun intended. ha.

but en ee wayz !! yusssss, mikey and [name] are the cutest little goobers.

y'all deffo get roped together being the "babies" of the family,

and despite mikey wanting to outfit that mold — mostly by means of appeasing to raph's overprotective tendencies — he babies you a bit too !!

you like to poke fun. you're observant, clever little thing. you call mikey out on it, going so far as to call him a hypocrite,

and whether you guys have a serious discussion or not is completely up to you !

but for the time being he just pets your head and affectionately tells you to hush, and keeps right on babying you.

he likes being your older brother !! so sue him !!

dynamics change the older you guys get =] so who knows what the future has in store?

you're one of his favorite muses. your color palette never fails to strike inspiration within him 🎨✨

when he catches your pink n' yellow blur in passing, he can come up with an entire idea for murals to tag around, don't play w him

he likes to do body paint on you too !! :))

(completely safe + free of harmful chemicals wbk)

probably makes flowers out of your polka dots (he definitely calls them that) or connects them to make a bigger picture.

he made an entire field of flowers and koi fish pond encompassing your back one time and you absolutely loved it.

you'll always be his little muse 💔

"[Nameeee]!!~ C'mere, polka dot! You wanna see if I can make a constellation this time?" "YAY!!!!" "Wait- waitwaitWAITWAIT SLOW DOWN—" [ *cue wii bowling ball strike sound sequence* ]

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ ahaaa. overall, you're their cute little ball of sunshine. their little sugar carnival. their little pink bubblegum and banana laffy taffy gecko baby! and — while you being.... you, can get just shy of unbearable sometimes, they wouldn't trade you for this world and all the others.

after all, what's a family if you don't accept every part of them? no matter how exhausting it is. <3 you're a handful, but that's why you've got six pairs. and as the years go on, it only grows.

@chachachannah + @sweetparty for the dividers 🩷 @cureqt for the cute emoji combo 💛 & pinterest for the pictures! [the collage is by me!!] 🥰

⟆ ˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ further author notes . . .

™ : as always, susceptible to future editing for grammatical/formatting corrections !!

i absolutely loveddd writing this!! and for the intricacy, this is the quickest i've ever pulled a request-bun fresh from the oven!! :o kudos to you, fluffy! <3 i do hope you like this as much as i did aaaa!! now i've got polka dot gecko sibling brainrot. 🥴 it's true: you never know it's a good idea until it's presented to you !!

a couple of fun facts: "sugar carnival" is a term coined by me, in reference to one of my free verse poems a while back! i, also, consider myself a sugar carnival being at most times ˶ᵔᗜ ᵔ˶ & i came up with the title on the spot after hearing + envisioning "pink gecko with yellow spots". ideal color combo, criminally underrated. fluffy your brain deserves a pedestal and i will personally create it for you with my bare hands.✋🩷💛

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ambrozjas · 3 months

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the gang with a reader that is a soc? (separately)

the gang x soc!reader ꨄ︎

the outsiders x soc!reader (separately)

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this took a while, so sorry for the long wait !! 💘 thank you for the request darlin i really loved writing this !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of alcohol in two-bit’s, dally being a pest, reader is described as gorgeous and beautiful and “purdy” but i don’t think a gender is specified?

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

“ya’know, y’didn’t have to do all this.” DARRY said, his eyes still raking across all the store bags filled with new clothes for sodapop, ponyboy, and darry.

“don’t mention it, dare. i’ve got plenty of money to spend for you boys.” you said, walking over to darry and placing a delicate hand on his arm, looking over the presents.

“sure, but—“

“can’t you just wait ‘til you see the look on soda and pony’s faces? they’re gonna be so happy, just think about it.” you try your best attempt at comforting darry, assuring him that you could afford it.

he merely sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and lean your head on him, rubbing his left arm soothingly.

“bought us some groceries for dinner t’night, too. don’t worry about it, darry. i got you.” you mumbled in his ear as his icy blue eyes opened and gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“whatever you say, darlin’.”

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SODAPOP’s mouth parted a bit as his eyes widened, watching a sleek white 1966 corvette stingray pull up to the dx.

you came out of the car, sunglasses on top of your head with your hair pushed back a bit. then, your friend came out of the car too. johanna winchester, boy was she a bitch. before soda had dropped out, she was pretty much the hottest piece of gossip there, always cheating on her boyfriend and hosting parties at her dad’s two-story house on the west side.

but, you were an unfamiliar face. he had never seen you before, because if he had, he would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.

steve had obviously noticed sodapop ogling at something, and following his gaze he saw you. he whistled, “woo! you see those dames, soda?”

soda looked steve up and down, his face and hands covered in black oil. “‘course i see ‘em, now get outta here ‘fore they see you.”

“don’t hate me ‘cause i’m good-lookin’.” steve shrugged, taking one more glance at you and your friend opening the door before walking back to the garage.

“hey! you think we could get five on pump two, please?” ugh, even your voice made soda swoon. you handed him a few neatly stacked dollar bills and looked behind you at your friend who was side eyeing every corner of this place.

“‘course!” sodapop replied, clicking a few buttons to open up pump two but couldn’t help but overhear johanna whispering to you, “couldn’t we have picked another gas station?” obviously because it was run by “greasers.”

you whispered back to her, although soda couldnt hear you. instead, he handed you your change to which johanna rudely grabbed the coins and yanked you away, pulling you out of the dx. you threw one last glance behind you to soda, before you finally get pulled out of the gas station.

for now, he would just have to dream and hope until he sees you again.

boy, he wished he stayed in school a bit longer just so he could’ve see you more often.

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PONYBOY watched as you rested your chin on your palm, looking out the window as the sunlight illuminated your face with a golden hue.

you were in english class, unbothered by the teacher’s ramblings on shakespeare, anything outside was more interesting than this class.

ponyboy’s eyes were glued to you, watching how you wrote down simple phrases in your notebook whenever you’d tune back into the the teacher’s monologuing.

he had just watched your eyes fall across the rest of the room, the other students either borderline falling asleep or not paying attention at all, before your eyes fell on him, and in that very moment he heard a stern, “mr. curtis!” from the teacher.

ponyboy felt his cheeks heat up as the class’ eyes fell on him, he glanced over to you only to find your eyes still on him as well.

“mr. curtis, what is the answer?” he asked. pony stammered a bit, trying to read the board as quickly as possible until he heard nails clacking on the desk across the room. it was you, hand covering your mouth mouthing the letter ‘b’.

“oh—! uh, ‘b’ sir.” ponyboy said, a wave of what he thought to be sweat washing over him as he sighed in relief when the teacher nodded his head.

he looked back over to you, giving him a thumbs up as your pink lips curled in a small smile.

he smiled to himself, mouthing a quick ‘thanks’ to you before looking away and writing down whatever was on the board.

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“you ain’t like other greasers, huh?” you asked JOHNNY. “what’s your deal?”

johnny stayed quiet, eyes as wide as saucers as you leaned over him, hands planted firmly on his desk.

“you mute?” you asked, a bit coldly as johnny flinched at your tone. you tilted your head as you tried to understand him. he wasn’t like that hood dallas winston, but he wasn’t like any other greaser you’d seen before.

johnny swallowed. “no..” he said. you were utterly beautiful. albeit, a social, you were quite the jaw dropper.

“then could you.. maybe help me with this?” your demeanor changed, probably because you had realize johnny was no threat despite being a greaser. a sheepish smile grew on your face as you flashed the worksheet in front of him.

“thought w’could negotiate. i help you with the readin’, you help me with the math?” you said, tilting your head once again as you pointed at the filled worksheet below johnny, but he wasn’t paying any attention to where your finger pointed, his eyes remained on you.

his eyes flickered across your face, taking in every blemish and ridge of it. he was mesmerized by you. but he was conflicted. he could never have a chance with a soc, so why dream?

but then again, johnny thought, something is better than nothing.

“‘course.” he said.

for now, he can only dream until he could muster up the courage to speak more than one word to you.

one day, johnny thought.

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“what’s the matter wit’you, dollface?”

“don’t call me that, hood.”

DALLY huffed, a tiny bit of smoke seeping through his lips from where a small opening lie where his cigarette was.

he had been following you around all day, bothering you on your way home. you held your books protectively against your chest, thinking for some reason he’d try and pull a move on you. he kept circling around you, like a vulture. “c’mon, jus’ one date.” he told you, hand coming to rest upon your shoulder before you shook him off.

you scoffed, “maybe in your dreams.”

dally tapped his foot impatiently as you stood in front of your house, a pristine exterior with some marble pillars. he knew it was a risk being on this side of town, but then again dallas winston was never much known for being safe.

“whatever, man.” he murmured. you winced as he threw his cigarette on your freshly cut lawn, and made his way back down the street.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him give up. you knew dallas winston as a greaser, a criminal, an asshole, and maybe a bit handsome although you’d never admit it. but you never once took him for a quitter.

you watched as he cockily walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he was on the lookout for any socs.

for some reason, you thought he’d try harder. did you want him to try harder?

no, you couldn’t’ve. dally wasn’t even worth your time. so why did he give up so easy? why did you wish he would’ve turned around, and kept bothering you?

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“c’mon pretty thing!” TWO-BIT shouted out at you. he had been throwing pebbles at your bedroom window, ultimately scratching the glass with the heavier ones but the thought was nice.

your bedroom was on the second floor, facing the backyard. so watching two at the ground, yelling for you at night while your parents were asleep? not a good look for you.

you held a finger to your lips as your eyes widened, quietly telling two-bit to shut up.

you don’t think he got the message though, considering his grin never left his face, and the bottle didn’t leave his hand either. he flashed you your favorite candy bar, and waved a hand at you telling you to come down.

you looked back behind you, and back at two, giving him a thumbs up.

you put on a jacket over your nightgown, putting your sneakers on and tip-toeing down the stairs and out the back door.

you saw two-bit, taking chugs of his drink before his eyes fell on you. “hey baby! how you doin’?”

“fine, before you woke me up.” you said to which he gave you a small hug, immediately warming you up with his body heat. he tapped the candy bar against your back, which made you pull away to grab it.

“snagged you a sweet.”

“snagged or stole?”

“same thing, ain’t it? now c’mon darlin’, we got a whole night ahead of us!” two-bit said, pulling you away and helping you jump over your fence, like a gentleman.

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“hey, y’mind passin’ me that wrench over there?” STEVE said, the creeper making a squeak as he rolled out from under the car and pointed you towards the clear drawers containing all the parts.

your face screwed up as you thought about all the dirt and oil that must be on those tools. you made a thinking noise, looking back at the drawers before steve tsk’ed.

“what? too worried about your purdy sleeves getting dirty from some oil?” he scoffed.

“‘m glad you think they’re pretty, at least.”

“just—! get me the wrench?” he said, brown eyes flickering up at you in your seat. “what’s the magic word?” you said, a grin resting on your face.

“i might as well go get it m’self.” steve started to roll the creeper further out so he could just get the tools on his own before you stopped him with a series of ‘no’.

“okay! just—,” you cringed at the plethora of rusty tools steve had im the drawers, and quickly dug through them. steve laughed as you shuffled through all of them, before whistling.

you turned your head towards him, only to find him waving the wrench at you with a shit-eating grin.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skdeojejwsozskw i hope you guys like this, it took me like a day to concoct 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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gamchawizzy · 3 months

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❗️Mutual Aid Needed🦐

Hello hello, I am Woz, I am a trans guy from the global south, and outside of my day job in corporate, I am an artist. I am the breadwinner of my family, and I also get my younger sibling through school.

For a little more than half a decade I have been suffering with bad mental health and suicidal thoughts, on top of trying to keep my family afloat with what I can earn.

I work two jobs to earn money, on top of tabling at conventions to be able to earn extra on the side. I am the one who pays all the house bills, some groceries, often having to send money to my sibling for school and sometimes tuition. Due to the constant pressure from overworking and the abusive social environment I have been exposed to for the longest time, I am now experiencing bodily pains, shortness of breath, headaches, worsening eyesight, and worsened depression as I clock in 10-15 hours almost daily (including weekends and holidays) trying to make ends meet.

I’m humbly asking for your help so I can get proper healthcare, which has been out of my reach for the longest time due to poverty. I was hoping to be able to afford help a few years ago, as soon as I got a job, but ever since the pandemic, the local price hikes just kept going, and going, until the matter was off the table entirely. The biggest reason why I am trying to get this moving now and as urgently as possible is so I can still receive treatment while I am still mentally and physically able to take charge of my own health.

While I’m still more or less able to function well enough to work, I recently escaped an abusive situation, which was one of the biggest causes of my misery. The fallout from this event brought on a severe impact on my mental health and I was subject to a cult-like shunning by my old community. This has caused me to develop suicidal thoughts again, which eventually led to several self-delete attempts, the latest of which almost succeeded had I not been caught at literally the last second.

At the moment I am stable again and in the hands of trusted loved ones, but I still do not have access to professional help and I don’t know how long this stability will last and the next thing might cause me to spiral again.

We already did some research on getting local help and have a plan in motion, all we need now is the funds to carry it out. The bulk of it will be for the initial consultations and possibly medication, and we’re hoping to have enough to get the ball rolling for a couple months’ worth of treatment as I get myself back on track.

The initial process will be the most expensive as I am suspecting to have an undiagnosed condition that I would like to have checked, as well as possible medication. I do not have a disability ID yet (but I plan on getting one once I get a dx on paper), so we may have to pay full price for initial treatments.

Currently, my primary goal for this would be to achieve psychiatric help, diagnosis, medication, and therapy.

If I’m able to save up for a few months of maintenance and still have extra left over, my secondary goal would be to finally get my knees checked, as I have chronic pain and the occasional kneecap dislocation in them. This has been left unchecked for more than 15 years due to both poverty as well as being outright denied healthcare by the adults around me due to them downplaying the problem. I am nearing my 30s soon. While I’m still able to walk and engage in physical activities without the use of mobility aids, I fear that the complications from this condition if left untreated will only take a turn for the worse as I age.

Direct ways to support me:

Paypal:

Ko-Fi:

I have prints! You can pick up some of my art here:

We do not have a set price goal in mind as it will be a months-long process of beginning treatment and maintaining it, but rest assured all funds received will be set aside for the purpose of my healthcare and well-being only.

I still cannot escape many factors of my life that continue to hurt me, but I am hoping that continuous treatment, therapy, and support will help keep me going so I can keep my family fed without me having to worry about my own health.

Any donation, big or small, helps me so much! Even just a dollar/peso helps, shares and reblogs too! PH Moots, feel free to ask for my GCash in private!

Thank you all for reading! I’m always grateful 😭🙏❤

#mutual aid #mutual assistance #reblogs appreciated!! anything helps 🥺#No deadline on this - we are hoping to start as soon as March/April but happy to keep receiving donos 😭#so sorry about all this but yeah it is a big reason why i haven't been drawing outside of work nowadays. so many Bad things added up

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drgstrcowboi · 10 months

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Darry x Fem!reader. They go out on a nice date but Y/n is wearing smth a lil revealing...maybe a little spice in there, but I understand if you don't want to write that 😅

i love this idea! thank you for the request!!

i have limited experience/comfort with writing spicier things, but i gave it a go. i'd say it's more a fluffy/suggestive vibe than spicy. i added in some little details about red lipstick, lol. i hope you like it <3

staring respectfully

even a perfect gentleman can be tempted

DarryxFem!reader. wc: 1523. flirty and suggestive date night between established partners. no real content warnings.

“Aaannndd, perfect!” you said to yourself as you finished lining your top lip with red lipstick.

You had just enough time to adjust your dress and give the mirror a final look before Darry was supposed to pick you up. He said he’d be there at 7:30 sharp. And you knew it would be exactly 7:30 sharp because he’s never late, especially to pick you up for a date night.

“Keys, wallet, lipstick” you run through the list of items to throw in your purse before the doorbell interrupts you. 7:29pm, of course, he’s running early because he’s excited.

Regular date nights are not so regular with you and Darry, mostly because he works all the time and money…well it’s not exactly unlimited. But when you two do get the chance to go out, it’s really special. Or as special as it can be on the east side of Tulsa. You guys have a favorite spot, a little diner, that’s more than the Tastee Freez but not exactly the ritz. It didn’t matter though because Darry could make you feel special anywhere.

“Coming!” you call down the hall, hoping he’ll hear you as you slip on a pair of black heels and start walking.

You paused before opening the door, just for a moment. You wanted to collect yourself and look a little more poised before Darry saw you. What he didn’t yet know is that you’d gone out of your way to doll up for this date night. It’d been a few weeks since you were able to go out and you’d both been flat broke around his birthday, so you wanted to make it special now that there was the time and money for a night out. New dress, new shoes, new lipstick.

Red. Wine red lipstick. Nothing too flashy, but it would definitely catch his eye.

“Hey, Y/N—oh shit!” Darry exclaimed as you opened the door, “pardon my french, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

Slam dunk, hole in one, mission accomplished. In the first two seconds, you knew he loved it.

“Is everything alright?” you asked him in a giggly tone. He took a few steps back to let you fully out of the door and turn around to lock it behind you.

“Oh, most definitely,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you twisted the key in the lock.

“Well you looked like you’d seen a ghost there for a second," you teased him.

“I just—you look amazing, it took me by surprise…not that you don’t always look amazing, it’s just—is that a new dress?” he stammered.

“Tripping over your words tonight, Curtis?” you teased again as you turned around in his arms, “yes, it’s a new dress. I wanted tonight to be special since, you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out.”

“Well…I…yeah, let’s go out then,” he replied, gesturing towards the truck without taking his eyes off you.

All the way to the car you could feel him watching you. He was normally so put together and sure-spoken. You’d definitely taken Darryl Curtis Jr. by surprise tonight and he was not going to waste a single moment’s opportunity to take it all in.

Ever the perfect gentleman, he opened the truck’s passenger door and helped you climb in. You were sure-footed in heels, but he always helped you up into the truck no matter what you’re wearing. Once you were seated, you could immediately tell that he’d put in his own kind of effort for the evening. The truck was freshly cleaned, tools taken out of the bed, seats even looked vacuumed. Soda and Steve must have done him a solid at the DX before he came over.

That’s not to say his appearance was underwhelming in the slightest. As he started the engine, you admired the curve of his biceps peeking out from the sleeves of a freshly-ironed muscle tee. He was wearing his good jeans, the dark denim that fit him like a glove and had no holes. The best part, though: that one front curl of his greased dark hair fell effortlessly tousled along the middle of his forehead. It always looked, to you at least, like a special flair that someone put on a signature. Anyone could sign the name Darryl Curtis Jr., but could anyone else do that with such perfection? Probably not.

��Is that new lipstick too?” Darry asked you as he pulled up to a stoplight. He took his eyes off the road and fully took in your face, appreciating it the way he always does but with a glimmer in eye that made you feel like his whole world and then some.

“Yeah,” you replied, “I heard you tell the guys last week that you like red lipstick and I didn’t have any so I picked some up.”

He replied with a deep sigh and a playful smile as the truck lurched forward at the green light. Darry’s always a careful driver, but you could tell it was hard for him to focus on the rules of the road at the moment.

“So you’re eavesdropping on the gang’s locker room talk, huh?” Darry teased.

“It’s hardly eavesdropping when you’re all scream-talking in the living room and I’m six feet away in the kitchen,” you pointed out, “besides, aren’t you glad I overheard you say that?”

“Very glad,” he said as he put the truck in park down the street from the diner. He raised a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss before getting out.

You got seated in the diner at your favorite booth, the one you and Darry always shared. Your red lips almost matched the color of the leather seats, like a picture in a magazine staged for perfection. Normally, he’s the type of guy who likes to sit next to his date on the same side of the booth, sling an around your shoulder, that kind of thing. But tonight he sat across from you, probably because the view was better.

“You two coming from some big party?” the waitress who always served you guys asked as she approached the table.

“You’re dressed to the nines tonight!” she added, turning to you.

“Oh no, ma’am,” Darry replied for you, “just taking my favorite girl out tonight.”

“Special occasion then?” the waitress asked in a playful tone.

“It’s always a special occasion with Y/N.” Darry said, making you blush a little.

He said it with a loving smile, never taking his eyes off you as he spoke to the waitress. If you’d have been on a date with any other man, any less respectful and upstanding man, the look he was giving you right now would have already escalated into a speedy trip to a private location. But not Darry. He wanted you, that was obvious, but he still had his morals.

“You’re doing a lot of talking with your eyes tonight,” you said to Darry after you’d both placed your orders and the waitress was safely out of earshot.

He cleared his throat and learned forward, extending his long arms across the table with hands outstretched and reaching for your own, “I could say the same about you. That dress is practically screaming at me.”

“Screaming what at you?” you giggled.

“I think you know,” he replied with a wink.

“Well,” you cocked your head to the side with a playful grin, “I think you should clarify because I was always taught that staring is rude.”

“Y/N,” he said slowly in a low tone, “I’m staring respectfully.”

“Oh what a perfect gentleman!” you teased.

“Even a perfect gentleman can be tempted,” he replied, “especially with a dress like that.”

The flirtation continued to escalate as the waitress came back with your food. Nothing special, but you were surprised that Darry ordered a beer. He doesn’t normally do that unless he’s nervous or…well, really wants to make sure he has a good time.

Once the dishes were cleared and the check paid, you two headed out of the dinner and into the fading Tulsa evening. Even the east side of the city could be charming at night, with the neon signs and other couples walking around, probably out for date night too. The Circle Cinema sign caught your eye as you walked hand in hand down the street.

“Maybe we could catch a movie,” you suggested, pointing at the marquee. The truck was in eyesight now, and his gaze darted from your face to the outline of its fender and back to you.

“Definitely not, darlin’” Darry replied, “we’re going home.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, “it’s still early, the night’s still young!”

“We’re going home,” he repeated, stopping and placing his two strong, calloused hands on your exposed shoulders, “because I’m tired of just staring respectfully at this dress.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand as you started walking again, “Respectfully, Curtis, I think I know what you mean.”

“Then get in this truck,” he said as he opened the door for you, “so we can go somewhere and get a little less respectful.”

#the outsiders #darry curtis #darrel curtis #the outsiders darry #darry x reader #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x reader #darry is a gentleman #i feel like that's basically canon #i wrote some words #the outsiders fanfiction #drgstrcowboi

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shroomsroom · 15 days

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Can I hc’s for the greasers with a so who’s a boxer?

Summary: greaser boys with a boxer so hc!

Warnings: none

Author's Note: dont know much abt boxing so sorry </3

JOHNNY CADE

Hes kinda terrified of you lwky

Very very shy, will NOT make the first move

Ponyboy will have to slip up abt his crush for him to actually admit it

Everytime socs pick on him you either beat them to a pulp then or later.

Everyone knows not to fuck w him cuz they’d have to fuck w u

PONYBOY CURTIS

Only started talking to you because of your boxing

Yeah he thought you were cute but soda dared him to go ask you to help him fight

You actually did tho and kinda scared him shitless because he was like WTFFF

Safe to say those socs never bothered him again

SODAPOP CURTIS

he was hanging around bucks with pony when a whole crowd started to form

He, obviously, went to check it out and saw you fighting a man twice your size

When you came out of the makeshift ring with some small cuts a bruises he immediately offered to help you clean up

Gave you his clean shirt hoping you'd come find him to return it to him

STEVE RANDLE

Saw you getting jumped from outside the DX and he ran over with power tools fully ready to kick some ass

You were just standing over them and like looking around for witnesses

He was literally inviting you inside being like “that mustve been so hard!! Let me get you a drink!!”

Asks you to walk him home because hes ‘scared’ (js wants to talk to you more)

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

Was js goofing around with Steve when he saw you

Jaw dropped when he saw ur beefy arms

Lwky he was drooling

Steve pushed him into you and he nearly fangirl screamed when you caught him

DALLAS WINSTON

Let's be real he 100% tried to fight you or scare you in some way

It definitely ended in you winning or a tie because he got tired

Because of that he always asks your permission to do something because he lost his authority over people

Like “let's go to the DQ, wanna go to the DQ??”

Will try to fight for you when people are acting up

DARREL CURTIS

He's not scared of you, rather, he's just really happy to find someone who is his equal in strength

Lwky expects you to come help him run his little daycare of ponyboy +soda because of how rowdy they can get and how scared they are of you

Even though you might be hella good at it, don't ever expect to fight when ur around Darry

He's 100% doing it for you and walking away victorious

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #johnny cade x reader #pony curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #soda curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews x reader #two bit matthews x reader

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myfictionalboyfriendsandme · 9 months

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Such a Gentleman

Pairing(s): Sodapop Curtis x Female Winston!Reader

Prompt(s): Asking before kissing or even touching

Word Count: Around 2,200

Warning(s): hints at violence (but no actual violence), Two-Bit being kinda dumb, nervousness, anxiety, a few swear words

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): I’ve never written for Sodapop before, but he’s always been one of my favorite characters! I hope y’all enjoy this!

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Their first date was at the Nightly Double.

She didn't know how he managed to talk his brother into letting them use his truck for the night, but she was thankful. It was nice to finally have some alone time with her favorite Curtis brother.

Sodapop. The heartthrob of their gang of Greasers.

Sodapop with his bright, ocean blue eyes. Sodapop with his chiseled jawline. Sodapop with his unruly, movie star-esque hair. Sodapop, the one she had been in love with since she moved to Tulsa.

And he was sitting next to her in the bed of the truck, so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

There was a part of her that still couldn't believe she was there at that moment. Was it all a dream? Would she wake up in her bed at Buck's?

No. She wouldn't.

It was all real.

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Sodapop had approached her a few days prior, fresh off a shift at the DX. She could still smell the gasoline and cigarette smoke, and his uniform shirt was covered in dark stains. Somehow he still managed to look like a celebrity.

She had been walking to his house to have dinner with the gang like she always did every Wednesday night when he came bounding up behind her.

"(Y/N)!"

Pausing her movements, she looked back at him and smiled. "Hey, Pepsi-Cola!"

Soda grinned and she swore she died a little inside.

"You know, (Y/N)," Soda said as he finally made his way to her side, "you really shouldn't be walkin' by yourself. What if somethin' happened to you?"

They started walking again. (Y/N) shrugged. "No one's tried anything with me, Soda. Everybody knows Dally'd skin 'em alive." She noticed that he positioned his body on her right side, closest to the road, and couldn't help but smile to herself before continuing her thoughts. "Plus I have you. You're one of my best friends. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"Well I can't protect ya if I ain't with ya." Soda said. He stuffed his hands into his front pockets. "You're right though, no one wants to mess with your brother. No one's got the guts."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "You don't have to remind me. It's hard enough being a Greaser in this town, but being Dallas Winston's little sister? Forget it. I can't even go buy a coke at the concession stand without getting looked at."

Soda kicked at a rock with his shoe. "Oh, don't mind 'em, (Y/N). They don't know nothin'."

"I know, Soda. I'm alright." (Y/N) kept walking but looked behind them. "Where's your shadow? Surprised he's not with ya."

He laughed. "He's taking Evie to the drive-in tonight. I guess there was a new movie she wanted to see."

(Y/N) nodded and saw the Curtis house appear in the distance. There was a moment of silence as the two kept moving down the sidewalk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Soda glance at her before quickly snapping his head back forward. He didn't say anything but (Y/N) could tell he seemed tense.

This was new behavior. He wasn't usually on edge around her.

The Curtis house was even closer at this point, but she stopped moving. "Soda." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and turned to her. "I guess I'm just a little nervous." He quickly diverted his eyes to his feet.

This was not her Sodapop. Sodapop Curtis did not get nervous. Sodapop Curtis was happy-go-lucky and had a personality as bright as the sun in the sky.

"Soda, do you even know what that means?" She asked. "You don't get nervous. It's not in your nature."

He looked back at her. His eyes were shining in the light of the Tulsa sun. He got a determined look on his face and nodded. "You're right, (Y/N), so I'm just gonna come out and ask it already."

She didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.

He made eye contact with her and paused. They looked at each other for a moment, his blue eyes meeting hers.

"Doyouwannagotothedrive-inthisweekend?"

She shook her head and widened her eyes. "Come again?"

Another deep breath. "Do you," he paused for a moment to take another breath, "wanna go to the drive-in this weekend?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side before giving him a soft smile and little laugh. "Soda, that's fine." She began walking again, almost to the edge of the Curtis lawn. "We go to the drive-in all the time, I don't know why you were so nervous about asking me this time."

"Well, (Y/N)," Soda began, "I was kinda meaning that... it would just be... the two of us."

(Y/N) froze, her eyes the size of dinner plates. He couldn't possibly be doing what she thought he was doing... right?

"It's okay if you don't wanna..." He continued, "or we can invite the rest of the gang, I just thought it would be nice if..."

She was still frozen as he trailed off. He most definitely was doing what she thought he was doing. She felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes lit up, a smile taking over her face. Turning around to face him, she saw him looking anywhere but at her. "Pepsi-Cola..." She said slowly, "are you asking me on a date?"

He finally made eye contact with her and it was like a bolt of lightning struck her in the chest.

"Yeah?" He finally said, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

She felt like she couldn't breathe. How long had she been waiting for him to ask her out? Weeks? Months? Years? She couldn't even keep track anymore. She had been so caught up in the idea that it might be weird for everyone else if he asked her she just resigned to thinking he would never do it for the sake of the gang.

"We really don't have to if you don't wan-"

"I'd love to." She stated, interrupting his rambling. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she watched him process what she said.

Soda smiled. "Really?" He asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Really."

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Her reverie was interrupted at the sound of voices.

"No! Really!" Someone protested. "C'mon, I promised Soda we wouldn't do anything!"

She furrowed her eyebrows as the voices sounded like they were getting closer. Looking to her left, she could see Sodapop sigh, an irritated look on his face. "Damn it." He muttered.

Then from around the side of the truck came Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. Two-Bit, who seemed like the chief of the operation, was leading the way with a shit-eating grin on his face. Johnny followed silently while Ponyboy took up the rear, still protesting all the way. She couldn't help but notice her brother's absence. The same could be said for Steve. Even they were too smart to join in on Two-Bit's antics.

"Well, hooow-dy!" Two-Bit heckled. "Lookee what we got here, boys!"

(Y/N) could feel the eyes from other cars on their group now. An embarrassed blush spread across her cheeks. She did not need this to happen, especially not on their first date.

"How come ya didn't say anything, Pepsi-Cola?" Two-Bit asked. "Afraid we'd try to embarrass ya?"

She could feel her heart rate quicken. (Y/N) had always been a slightly anxious person, especially when she was receiving unnecessary amounts of attention. Unfortunately for her, it happened quite often.

(Y/N) hadn't been touching Soda even though the two of them were definitely close enough to. She wasn't sure what he was comfortable with. Sure, she'd seen him with other girls, but were things different with her? She didn't want to cross a line and ruin everything before it even began. What if she took his hand and he immediately felt put off? Not to mention she wasn't really that bold.

The banter between the boys continued as her hands began to shake. She had to do something to calm herself down. She snuck a glance to Soda before taking a deep breath. "Soda..."

The boy quickly looked at her, Two-Bit's antics forgotten. "(Y/N)?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. Breathe in, breathe out. Opening her eyes once more, she looked up at him. "Can I hold your hand?"

Soda's eyes were nothing but soft. "Oh, Sunshine," he said before he opened up his hand and moved it into her lap, "you never have to ask to hold my hand."

(Y/N) smiled and immediately clasped his hand in hers, moving even closer to him than she was before. She was completely flushed up against him, his right arm slightly in front of her chest. They were like two puzzle pieces, perfectly matched for the other.

"Hey, Greaser!" Someone yelled off in the distance. "Quiet down!"

She quickly laid her head against Soda's shoulder and hid her face in his shirt, not wanting to see or hear any of the people from the vehicles around them any longer.

Two-Bit snickered. "Look at you two! Y'all are so cute."

Sodapop rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on her hand. "You better quiet down, Two-Bit, before I get out of this truck."

"Come on, Two-Bit." Ponyboy begged. "Let's just go!"

Two-Bit, still cackling, moved closer to the truck bed. "Come on, Sodapop! I'm just hackin' on ya!"

"Yeah, Two-Bit, well go hack on someone else, would ya?" Sodapop exclaimed.

Ponyboy and Johnny managed to start moving Two-Bit away from the bed of the truck. The two boys looked at Sodapop and (Y/N) in apology before moving away from the truck and disappearing altogether.

Soda rubbed free hand over his face before looking down at (Y/N). "I'm sorry... I told Pony not to let 'em find us... Are you okay?"

(Y/N) uncovered her face and looked up at him. She squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault, Soda. I'm okay." She smiled and looked back at the movie, her head still resting on his shoulder.

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After Two-Bit's interruption, the rest of their time at the drive-in went the way it should have. They ended up cuddling under the same blanket while sharing a popcorn and a coke, then the movie ended and they started the drive back to Buck's.

They didn't talk but it wasn't awkward. (Y/N) didn't think it was possible to have an actual awkward moment with Sodapop. They had known each other for so long that it just didn't seem possible. There were points in their lives where they talked about literally anything and everything, but there were also times when they just enjoyed each other's company. It was all enjoyable.

A Beatles song was playing softly from the radio and Soda sang along softly. (Y/N) smiled as she listened to his voice, her hand still in his. He had always had such a beautiful voice.

Buck's house came into view. Sodapop pulled up right in front and got out of the truck before making his way around to the passenger side. He opened the door and held his hand out.

"Such a gentleman, Pepsi-Cola." (Y/N) smirked as she took his hand and hopped out of the truck. He shut the door and she started walking towards the front of the house, but froze upon realizing that he wasn't following her. She turned back towards the truck and saw he was looking down at his feet. "Soda?"

He looked up at her with a disheartened look in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

(Y/N) was immediately confused. "Soda, what?" She quickly walked back to the truck, taking a stand right in front of him. "What could you possibly be sorry for?"

Soda took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that tonight wasn't as good as it could have been. I wanted it to be perfect."

She couldn't believe her ears. Did Soda really think that the night had been anything but perfect? Had the incident with Two-Bit really affected the night that much?

"Hey," (Y/N) whispered, moving her hands to his cheeks, "tonight was perfect."

He looked at her in disbelief. "C'mon, (Y/N)... you panicked."

"Sodapop." She said, her voice suddenly full of a newfound confidence. "I'm serious. So we had a surprise visit from Two-Bit and the boys! That doesn't matter!" She took her hands away from his cheeks and grabbed his hands instead. "We have to deal with their buffoonery all the time, why should tonight be any different? Honestly, I'm just glad it wasn't Dallas." She looked to the ground. "And as for my... episode... that wasn't your fault. That is never your fault."

"I just wanted bett-"

"Nope!" She interrupted him. "It could not have gone any better, I promise."

He quirked a small smile as he looked into her eyes. "Ya really think so?"

She nodded up at him before dropping his hands and starting to make her way back to the house.

"Wait, (Y/N)." She felt his hand wrap around her wrist and gently tug at her in such a way that she spun around right into his chest, his arm sliding around her waist to make sure she didn't fall. She looked up at him in surprise, their noses just inches from each other. "I just thought of something that might make the night better."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so?"

His eyes moved from her eyes down to her mouth and back. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, Pepsi-Cola," She said, smiling brightly, "you never have to ask to kiss me."

#sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis imagine #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #rob lowe

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standfucker · 4 months

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Bestie, hi yes hello.

Zoro Headcanons with an AFAB reader. Meeting and slowly developing feelings for. I will leave it up to you to decide how deep the feelings go, and honestly some good ol' SFW is fine.

I love you >w< 💋

This turned into a small drabble more than headcanons, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. These things often have a way of turning into their own little story no matter what I do. Dx

Falling in Love with Zoro

CW: mild gender angst, drinking

You don’t catch feelings when he saves your life. You’re a strong enough fighter that you’ve been in risky combat situations plenty of times; this one doesn’t stand out. You give Zoro your share of booze that night in thanks and don’t think about it again.

You don’t catch feelings when he fights Sanji over acting foolish around you. That happens too often to really stand out anyways.

You don’t even catch feelings the time he grabs you instinctively when a huge wave rolls the Sunny nearly 90 degrees, Zoro keeping you from falling into the sea with a burly arm around your hips. (“Does this mean I get your rum again?” he asks afterward.)

You start to really notice him, however, after the latest stop in a tavern for info. You and Robin split up to probe regulars for information, and a patron makes creepy comments toward you. It shouldn’t bother you. You could kill him with your bare hands, easily. And yet something about the situation makes you freeze up. That’s when Zoro, appearing over your shoulder, calmly and coolly asks, “This guy botherin’ you?” in that deep voice of his. It’s all he says, but the razor sharp, cutting glare he levels on the guy makes him immediately scramble away.

“Thanks,” you say, and keep it at that, even though you’re furious with yourself. How did you let that happen? And how did Zoro know you were struggling? He’s seen you fight. He knows what you’re capable of. You don’t think he sees you as weak–that’s not it. Somehow, he knew you needed help.

You look at Zoro differently after that. You always saw him as kind of a dumb jock, but maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. Now that you’re watching him more, you notice that he’s far more attentive than you first thought, picking up on little details that could otherwise easily be missed.

Zoro, on his end, notices that you’ve been watching him, ever since that night. He knows something is bothering you, but figures you’ll tell him about it if you need to. He wouldn’t want to offend you by asking. Not that he ever cares about offending people, but…he doesn’t want to offend you. He’s not sure why, but also doesn’t worry about it too much.

So you two go on like that, perusing each other from a distance. Both of you watching and waiting, but for what, you’re not sure. The tavern incident keeps eating at you in the back of your mind. Maybe it was from embarrassment, to be reduced to nothing but your gender in front of a crewmate. Maybe it was good old-fashioned shame. Regardless, you keep a wary eye on the swordsman.

You notice more things. How hard he pushes himself when training. The curves and edges of his muscular body, flexing and shifting beneath scarred skin. How disciplined his work ethic is. How brotherly he is toward Chopper, something that seems to burrow its way into your chest when you witness it–you adore kids, and never realized Zoro could be so…

So soft.

It bothers you. It excites you. It makes your heart pound and your skin warm and it’s distracting. You never cared about these things before. You’re a powerful fighter, not a blushing maiden. What the hell has gotten into you? Maybe that’s why that night at the tavern keeps replaying.

One night, you meet him at the bow of the ship, moonlight sparkling off the edges of the sea waves. He’s nursing an almost-empty mug, but you’ve brought something finer; a bottle of sake and two cups.

“You want to talk,” Zoro says, surprising you again.

“If you don’t mind,” you say.

“Nah.” He tilts his chin at the sake. “How did you get that, anyway? Curly-brow told me he was saving it.”

“By having a pair of tits,” you say dryly, your annoyance with the situation obvious. All you had to do was ask Sanji nicely, and he immediately let you have it.

“Tch.” Zoro clicks his tongue. “He’s disgusting.”

“He means well,” you sigh, opening the sake bottle and handing Zoro one of the cups. Zoro politely holds it out to you with two hands, and you fill it. “I just…I would rather have his respect than his adoration.”

Zoro takes the sake bottle, and you hold your cup out for him to fill. “You’re reading him wrong. He respects you, that much I know. He just also acts like a moron.”

“It doesn’t feel respectful.”

“I’d imagine it wouldn’t.”

You raise your cups to each other in cheers, then drain them. The cool liquor burns pleasantly as it runs down your throat. He lets out a satisfied “Ah,” and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asks as he refills both your cups. Despite the question, you get the feeling that he already knows, so you don’t beat around the bush.

“How did you know I needed help?” you finally ask. “That one night, at the Blueberry Hill Tavern.” Zoro raises his cup to you, and you mirror him, then you both down your drinks.

“Easy enough,” he says after swallowing. “You’re normally very animated. I didn’t hear what that guy said, but I’ve never seen you go rigid like that before. Wasn’t hard to figure out.”

You don’t respond right away, avoiding his eye. “...Do you think I’m weak?”

“Huh? No. Wait, is that what this has all been about?” Zoro chuckles. “That’s what’s been bothering you?”

“Not necessarily. I mean, I didn’t think you thought so.”

“Then why ask?”

You refill both your cups. “...I don’t know. I just wanted to be sure. Mostly, I’m…disappointed in myself, I suppose.”

“Don’t be.” He says easily, like it’s no big deal. You stare at him. “I mean, you hesitated, yeah. But it wasn’t on the field of battle, where it really counts. So no harm done.”

You blink. He shrugs. You look down at your sake cup, and down it quickly. The liquor is starting to take effect, relaxing and warming you.

Zoro gulps his down too. “If I wounded your pride somehow, then I apologize.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, I’m glad you were there. I appreciate what you did. I just need to get over myself.”

“Eh. I think it’s good to have pride. You’re strong, you’ve earned the right.” He refills your cups. “What’s actually tragic is that you’re letting that creep occupy your thoughts. He doesn’t deserve that much, so let it go.”

Again and again, Zoro finds ways to surprise you. You swirl the liquid in your cup, watching it slosh around. He’s right, of course.

“Yeah,” you say, and smile slowly. “Yeah. I’m better than that.”

“Damn right,” Zoro says, and raises his cup to you. “This one’s to us, okay? To warriors.”

“To warriors!” you toast him, then slam back your drink. You grin when you’re done, and Zoro smirks back, pleased that you’re feeling better. Something about his toothy grin makes your head spin, and you’re not sure it’s just the alcohol.

“Thanks for the booze.” Zoro claps a hand on your shoulder, and your cheeks get warm. “I’m glad you talked to me.”

By the time you make it to the bottom of the bottle, you’ve talked into the night, laughing and looking out over the sea, and by then, you’re absolutely certain of one thing.

You’ve caught feelings for Zoro.

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