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sardonic-the-writer · 21 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleeping

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that if he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• He's real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you, you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urgh. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Buck knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he threw the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindful of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth in hand and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face; if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter, and my fingers will be likely to fall off, Dal." You gripe at him as he wraps a bandage around your knuckles with an air of carelessness, even if he was feeling anything but that

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to go about it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

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parkvcrs · 5 months

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Dating Ponyboy Curtis Would Include…

WARNING(S): brief mention of cigarettes.

NOTES: how i look trying to conjure up my outsiders phase: 🧙‍♀️🪄 alakazam!

• I feel like Pony would be the type of guy to like going on picnics with you.

- But not near where you two are from. Chances are that you two will try and sneak to the socs’ side of town, where it’s nicer, to have your picnics because the neighborhood that you’re both from isn’t exactly date material.

• You have tried time and time again to get Ponyboy to quit smoking, but it’s not exactly easy for him since he’s been doing it for quite some time (that and he burns through packs quickly). He appreciates how patient you’ve been with him… he’s trying his best, okayyy?

• If you don’t have homework, you usually just leave with Ponyboy after school, so you can watch him train for track & field. Since you don’t want to run, you usually sit on the school’s grass to shout words of encouragement to him as he passes you.

- Who needs the cheer team when you’re here?

• As expected, Pony loves to watch the sunsets and sunrises with you. There’s just something about it that’s so peaceful… but since he knows how cold it’ll be, he tries to bring a blanket and/or a few jackets ahead of time, so you two aren’t freezing.

• Ponyboy is an avid reader and because he is, he likes to read to you, with your permission, of course. He even recommends all his favorite books to you (and vice versa)!

• Ever since the incident with Bob Sheldon and the other socs, Pony had his hair dyed. Surprised you when you first saw it, but it didn’t take you long to get used to it. After all, he does pull off the blond look.

- Pony has decided, at least for the moment, to keep his hair blond. And whenever he needs help with it, he knows just the person to call: you! Plus, he knows that you’ll make it fun.

• You two rarely fight over anything. If you are, it never lasts long or is about the same thing (*ahem* his smoking problem *ahem*).

• Pony is an absolute gentleman. He will do stuff like pull out a chair for you, lend you a jacket when you’re cold, hold the door for you, things like that.

- He’s a great listener too! Don’t ever feel bad for needing to vent or choosing him to be the shoulder you cry on.

• I feel like Ponyboy would try passing notes to you in class. It has a 50% chance of working, so why not try it?

• He’s not great at eye contact, if anything, you make him shy at times because of how tightly you have him wrapped around your finger. Don’t worry though! He’s trying to get better at it.

• Ponyboy tends to get jealous. If and when he does, he tries his best not to make a big scene. He’ll usually end up draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you close to him, just so the guy you’re talking to gets the hint that you’re already seeing somebody.

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lunatiqez · 10 months

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PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY is a new discovery I’ve made and I officially cannot get over it. He’d SO be into photography,, so here are my headcanons for the silly guy!!! Ty for @mictodii for helping me figure out both the AU and some of the headcanons!! Ilysm!!!!

Side note: angsty at the end bc ;3333 I’m cruel. I love u guys I’m so sorry

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who was absolutely ecstatic when the gang, including you, all saved up money to by him his very own camera

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will take any picture of any scene ever. A train station? Snapping a picture of it. A tree? Snapping a picture of it. A couple of rocks by a creek? You guessed it, snapping a picture of it.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will always have extra rolls of film on him— 24/7, 365. Eventually, he’d carry around a satchel with him to carry his film, camera, etc.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will take pictures of his friends any chance he gets.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will, additionally, keep every picture of him and his friends. it’s blurry? Oh well, that means we were having a good time!

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who has a photo book and a wall of pictures in his room.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who writes the names and dates on the back of every picture in cursive. “(From left to right) Steve Randle, Sodapop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Y/N Y/L/N, Dallas Winston, Two-Bit Matthews, and Darry Curtis.”

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will offer to take pictures of you personally. “Cmon, you look really good!” “Just stay like that, just for a second so I can get a picture!”

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will no doubt take pictures of you when you’re caught off guard. And you, who will no doubt will rip up as much of the bad pictures as you can.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who has too many pictures of special events. Your birthday? He has AT LEAST 50 photos of all of the things you did that day.

★ ๑’- PHOTOGRAPHER!PONYBOY who will eventually look back at these photos when he finds them again. After Johnny and Dally died, after Soda went off to war. When everything was better. When everything was perfect.

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

Pairing: Ponyboy x reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You and Pony end up in a closet together while playing seven minutes in heaven. Turns out, it was exactly what Pony needed to work up the courage to make you his.

Warnings: Mild language

“This was such a bad idea.”

“We can leave before the time’s up.”

“And then never live it down?” You frowned as you gave a bad impersonation of Steve. “Ponyboy’s too chicken to spend seven minutes in heaven cause he’s scared of the dark.”

“Well if you don’t want to then I don’t care what they say.” Ponyboy’s breath was warm against your face, the two of you squished close in the closet surrounded by coats that smelled like moth balls.

“You don’t have to be so nice all the time, Pony.” You smiled, grateful that he couldn’t see your blush in the dark. “It’s just seven minutes. We’ll survive.”

Ponyboy was silent. You took that as consent to waiting it out, giving a sigh as you looked around. “I didn’t think your brother bothered with moth balls.”

“Darry’s weird like that.” Ponyboy startled as you pushed against him. “What’s wrong?” His hands slid around your waist.

“Something touched me.” You tried to look over your shoulder, the sensation of his hands far from lost on you. “Ugh, I hate the dark.”

“Wanna leave?”

“No.” A thought struck you. “Do you?”

Ponyboy shrugged. “Whatever you want.” His hands tightened around your waist, holding you securely against him.

You were blushing so hard you were certain he could see you glowing through the dark. You slid your hand up his chest slowly, hesitantly, waiting for him to tense or move away. When he did neither, you shifted closer, fingers brushing along his shoulder and up the side of his neck. “You smell really nice, Pony.”

“It’s probably the grease.”

You laughed, the sound soft and gentle as you touched his jaw. “Pony,” you bit your lip. “Can we-,”

Ponyboy cut you off with a kiss. You gasped and melted into it, closing your eyes, snaking your arms around his waist and pulling him closer. Ponyboy fumbled against you, breaking the kiss to press little kisses to your lips again and again, going back for another deep kiss. You giggled against his mouth before pressing against him, eyes closing as you gently took control of the kiss. Ponyboy made a noise of surprise, but before you could pull away he had his hand up in your hair and you lost the ability to think. You kissed him hard and deep, snaking your tongue along his bottom lip, trailing your hands up and down his back.

And then Darry yanked the closet door open. “What the hell?”

You and Ponyboy jerked away from each other as if burned, blinking against the light of the living room flooding in. The gang was going wild. War whoops and cat calls filled the air. You giggled and looked at Ponyboy who was tugging at his shirt and smoothing his hair back.

“Told you it would work!” Steve howled.

“You know you could have just asked them out instead of attacking them like some kind of ape.” Darry rolled his eyes with a grin.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

Ponyboy looked at you as you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling as the gang let out another round of cheers. “Wanna go out with me?”

“Yeah, Pony. I’d love to.”

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#outsiders #the outsiders #outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy x you #ponyboy x y/n #outsiders fluff

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theoutsiderskid · 2 years

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Record Store- Ponyboy Curtis

summary: Y/n is a soc, Ponyboy is a greaser. Ponyboy can’t help but like her, so he does a dramatic gesture to ask her out.

word count: 824

warnings: none

You were a soc. He was a greaser. Your family were extremely strict so any contact with people from the Northside was forbidden. Your father demanded so. At school, Ponyboy did his best to talk to you and ask you out but you always shut his advances down. "Knock it off Ponyboy!" You'd scold. Why couldn't he get the hint?

It was a merry Saturday afternoon and you were working your shift at the local record store in Southside. Inside was busy packed with customers, some required your help whilst others browsed in their own time. You were preoccupied stacking records together at the back of the store when suddenly the speakers cut out and the music stopped.

Glancing towards the middle of the store, you froze. Ponyboy Curtis was standing on a table for everyone to see. When his eyes settled on you, he smiled. With a frown, you approached him. "What the hell are you doing?!" You hissed. "Y/n," he appeared a little apprehensive "This song is dedicated to you." Bewildered, you stood there as he began to sing 'A Teenager in Love' by Dion and the Belmonts. It was evident he had been practising although he was still no Dion DiMucci. The customers whispered and pointed and you felt mortified. Your jaw clenched and your eyes narrowed. Ponyboy noticed your reaction but still carried on with a sheepish expression. When he came to an end, you turned the store speakers back on. "Show's over!" You called out. The customers acted as if nothing happened and continued with their personal business. Ponyboy jumped down as you stormed out of the back door and into a back garden that was reserved for workers only. "Y/n?" Pony had followed you. "How could you do that to me?" "I wanted to impress you..." "By humiliating me at work in front of customers?" Poor Ponyboy, he felt awful. He hadn't exactly planned for you to react this way. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I only meant to show you how I feel about you," he said quietly. Your arms crossed. "I can't. We can't do this. I've told you to knock it off so many times because you know how my father-" "I don't give a toss about your old man Y/n!" Pony's sudden outburst silenced you. "I don't care what your dad thinks. I like you, I always have. All I want is to be able to go on dates with you, to be able to show you that I'm more than just a Northside greaser. I'm a greaser with a heart and feelings and god dammit maybe I'm stupid for thinking I ever had a chance with you." He rambled on, you listened to every word deeply. It was then that you started to realize this wasn't fake or phoney, he genuinely wanted to pursue a possible relationship with you. Your father had drilled it into your mind that greasers were low lives and weren't good enough for people like you. He was wrong. Stepping forward, your hand on Ponyboy's cheek shushed him. "You really like me huh?" You couldn't help but break into a small smile. He nodded. "I'm sorry about that stunt I just pulled-" he quickly apologized only to be cut off by you kissing him. Goosebumps ran along his body, yours too. After many failed attempts he finally had you where he wanted. Tight in his embrace, his arms wrapped around your back protectively. Just you and him. You pulled away first, his face was blushing bright red. "So..." You began slowly "How about that drive-in date you've been bugging me about for weeks?" "I'd like that. Can I kiss you again?" You nodded so Pony swooped in and kissed you again. It was a great kiss, slow and passionate, only to be interrupted by your boss minutes later. "I need you sorting through stocks," she said firmly before disappearing again. "I have to get back to work," you sighed, you were starting to enjoy yourself in his company. "I'll wait for you," Pony tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. That was admirable, you thought. Realistically, you still had five hours to go so you didn't hold any hope. Ponyboy left and you were back to stacking records, your mind still consumed by him. A Teenager in Love was officially yours and Pony's song, it had to be. You couldn't not think of him whenever you heard it. At the end of your shift, you packed your belongings and helped to close the store. You were tired, having dealt with such a long day and still annoyed with your boss for ruining the moment. You were about to walk home when you looked across the street and there he was. Ponyboy Curtis was sitting on a bench in the dark still waiting for you. Your eyes met his and he smiled at you proudly.

#ponyboy x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x you #ponyboy x y/n #ponyboy fluff #ponyboy imagine

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dallysgf · 2 years

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Heyyy!

Maybe can u do some headcannons for ponyboy with a gf who plays softball and is pretty good at it? Tyyy😘😘

Ponyboy x Softball!Gf

A/N: ofc I can this idea is so cute <3, No warnings just fluff, she/her fem reader.

He would come to every single one of your games he could.

He'd also bring signs to the big games to wave at u, and he'd cheer super loud.

Ponyboy would train with you every time he could, pitching to help you practice batting, and batting to help you pitch, jogging with you for fitness training.

He'd love to flex having a sporty girlfriend, he's not overly athletic himself so it's something he'd really respect.

The whole gang would be at your big games to cheer you on and buy you dinner after.

#ponyboy #the outsiders #ponyboy x y/n #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders headcanons #softballplayer!reader

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dearsnow · 3 months

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Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

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augustinapril · 4 months

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Pony: Y/n, you're only giving free popcorn to people you find pretty.

Dally: Yeah, that's disgusting.

Y/n: Oh yeah? How about popcorn and a soda on the house, handsome?

Dally, giggling: I'm pretty

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders dally #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy x reader #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy imagine

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stinkygirl009 · 2 months

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cuddling hcs for the greasers?

YESSSS!!! Omg I’ve been thinking about his non stop!

Dallas Winston:

Dally doesn’t feel comfortable with hugging you in public, he absolutely DESPISES people who are cuddling and all that lovey dovey crap while there are people around. But he will only do it if you are some-what alone or no one’s lookin, And he’ll have his arm thrown over your shoulder, and say something like-

“Your perfume smells good.”

Johnny Cade:

Johnny has never had any physical touch with anyone, without it having to deal with violence. But when he gets comfortable with you he starts to give small gestures like holding hands and leaning his head on your shoulder. But again like the rest of the guys, he only does this when he’s alone with you at the lot and have his arms around behind you and let you talk about what ever was on your mind<3

“I’m still listening’, go on.”

Ponyboy Curtis:

I know what you’re thinking, “THIS BOY DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT CUDDLING IS-“ But that’s ok, because you teach him how to! Then eventually he would have you in front of him on the ground or the same couch and have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while you read out loud a book that you both are reading<3

Ponyboy: “You skipped a sentence.”

You: “If you critique me one more time-”

Darry Curtis:

He might be tuff looking but trust me he’s huge on cuddling with you! He’s such a softie when you guys are cuddling and I’m not even kidding. He usually likes when you lean against him and your snuggled up into his shoulder<3

“You look pretty like this.”

Sodapop Curtis:

He’s such a teddy bear when you guys cuddle, you would be hugging him and resting your head on his chest and he would pet your hair down and give a small kiss every now and then!

“Your a sweet little thing, huh?”

A/n: SORRY!!! I seriously can’t think of any other hcs for the rest of the gang😭😭

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spikedhe4rt · 11 months

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can you please do a johnny smut with the reader giving johnny a hj and they keep edging him and he's really whiny and whimpers a lot? sorry if this is too specific! thank you

Sub!Johnny x Reader Smut

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I climbed on top on Johnny, situating myself. I kiss him, enveloping his soft and plump lips. He placed his hands tightly on my hips. "Fuck!" Johnny whimpered. I let out a giggle at his desperation. "Such a pathetic baby." I ran a teasing hand down his chest, my hand slipping under his shirt. He moaned as he felt my warm on his belly. "Please, take it off!" he squeaked out.

I smiled down at him, ready to give him a order. "Sit up. Now" He immediately sat up and followed my directions. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest that was already covered in hickeys from yesterday. "Stand up for me!" He lifted himself from the bed slowly. "I love you so much, Johnny. You know that, right?"

He nodded with a whimper. I leaned into his warm body to kiss him deeply. My hands slit down to the button on his jeans, unfastening them quickly. Johnny groaned into the kiss, and brought a hand to my breasts. I pushed Johnny away from the kiss. "Take it off for me" He kicked his pants and underwear quickly, revealing his hard cock.

Johnny's cock was releasing beads of pre-cum by the second and rock hard. His cock was pulsing with need and reddish at the tip. It was begging for release and stimulation. He didn't know what was to come. Johnny the sat down on the bed, watching me as I was about to strip for him.

My hands slowly went down to the bottom of my tank top, lifting it teasingly over my head. My pink lacey bra with a pink bow in the middle to match was on display for him. Only for him. His dick twitched as he waited for me to lose my shorts next. "You're so pretty" he said to me. I smiled at him before pulling down my shorts, stepping out of them after.

I walked over to the bed and straddled Johnny, my clothed pussy rubbing against his naked cock slightly. I scooted back a little, adding more space between us. My lips found there way to his neck, peppering kisses on his neck. I bit down on the sensitive part on his neck then soothing it with my warm tongue. "Fuck. More!" he panted out.

I can already see the hickeys forming on his neck as he begged. I put my hand around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. Our lips pushed together roughly. Johnnys tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. Fuck. I pulled away from him once again, eliciting a groan from him.

"Baby, please do something. Anything!" Johnny cried out. I nodded at him before grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks till his lips opened involuntarily. My other hand came up under his mouth, "Spit." I told him as I let his face go. Johnny leaned his head forward, his silky hair brushing his face to spit in my hand. My hand trailed down to his desperate cock.

The spit from my hand coated his cock that was already slightly wet from his precum. "Fuck. Feels so good, doll." I started to slowly stroke his dick at a slow, grueling pace. Johnny moaned loudly, his hips bucking up slightly into my hand. I placed a hand on his chest as I continued. "You look so handsome like this, Johnny." I whispered to him. He leaned into me, scanning over my features. "T-thank you"

The pace of my strokes picked up, making johnny cry out. "Please!" He breathed as he felt the change. I kept up my pace as he voice became more and more whiney and breathless. I knew that he would cum soon. I started to use both my hands to stroke his cock. One of my hands eventually came to add pressure to his leaky tip.

"Fuck! Im gonna cum. Please let me cum." I smirked at him, shaking my head. "No. Hold it for me!" He whimpered on what seemed like the verge of tears. "Oh fuck!" Johnny voice was raspy and soft as he begged for a release. I continued my work on his hard cock. "You sound so pretty, Johnny."

I could feel his overstimulated cock throb in my hold as I kept stroking. Sayings of " You like that don't you?" and "Not yet, baby." radiated as his "Feels so good." and "I wanna cum." filled the room. I brought a hand up to his mouth for more spit. He immediately filled my request, groaning as my hand returned to his cock. "Im getting close again! please!" I removed my hands completely from him completely. "You have to wait, baby."

He nodded, overstimulated, "Please give me your hands again!" I gave exactly what he needed. My left hand trailed down to his aching cock as my other went to his balls. I rubbed the velvety skin, increasing to his pleasure. Tears pricked his eyes as he knew he was getting edged for a third time. "Baby can I cum, please?" I shook my head with a smirk.

His whole face was tucked into my neck, tear streaming down. "Can I have kiss? Please!" I brought his head up and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Johnny put one of his hands on my hip and one on my throbbing clit. I got really worked up watching him beg. He began to rub slowly as I continued to stroke his overstimulated cock. "Fuck. You're such a good boy!"

My strokes began to get faster as I felt my own high building up. "Feels so good. Can I cum?" I started to kiss his neck before replying "Make me cum then I'll let you" Once Johnny heard my words, his fingers began to work faster. "You make me feel so good, Johnny. Shit!" My high was so close, about to tip over the edge. Johnny gave my puffy clit one last circle before my eye rolled back and I came all over his fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I kissed Johnny, my tongue slipping into his mouth once again. I pulled away about to let him have his release. "Cum for me, Johnny." I told him with a nod, lip between my teeth. Johnny let out a loud moan before cumming hard on my hand. I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his release. After that, I brought him in for another kiss, making him taste himself slightly.

"Thank you, baby." he said as we began to lay down together. I looked at him in his eyes, lovingly, "I love you, Johnny." He kissed me softly "I love you more."

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A/N: Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. My requests are always open!! I have a request chapter on this book and my dms are opens. I love you guys!!! <3

#the outsiders #the outsiders smut #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders angst #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade fluff #johnny cade x y/n #johnny cade smut #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston

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xoxogossipmal · 2 months

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MASTERLIST ⯎

mal's offical masterlist has arrived!! 💌

♡ TOKIO HOTEL :

TK . Age ain't nothin but a number

TK . 2003 dating headcanons.

TK . Jealous.

TK . Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?

TK . My baby.

TK . Please.

BK . Brat.

TK . x Bosnian Reader Headcanons

TK . Needed Me.

TK . Crawling back to you.

TK . headcannons! ♡

more coming soon! ♡

♡ THE OUTSIDERS :

Dallas Winston . Dating Headcanons !

Dallas Winston . You're what?

Ponyboy Curtis . Dating headcanons !

Johnny Cade . Dating Headcanons !

Dallas Winston . Anxious reader Headcanons.

Johnny Cade . Pigtails.

more coming soon! ♡

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 21 days

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@sniffingsharpiesinachuckecheese your wish is my command, and without further ado:

Some Dating Johnny Cade hcs

-Johnny isn’t much for PDA the most you’ll get is some handholding

-would NEVER initiate anything the first few months into the relationship

-no matter how into you he was you’d need to ask him out first

-he’s really supportive of you as a person. Athlete? He’s coming to all your games. Actor? All your shows. Artist? He’ll come to all your open galleries and admire your work for hours

-he asks for the stupidest shit you’ll have been dating for months and he’ll be like “can I hold your hand?”

-💀

-I think even if he doesn’t have a lot of money he’d to what he can to take you on a date every week

-he gets you whatever he can, and even if he can’t afford it he will give you cool things he finds lying around or have dally or two bit shoplift something for you

-it would take him a bit to be more comfortable with touching but once he gets there he fucking melts

-like if you ever gave him a back scratch or massage he’s wrapped around your finger

-I think he’s a surprisingly good kisser

-he kisses probably slowly and sensual, I think he wants to savor it

-I think the only time he does heavy PDA is the lot when it’s pitch black and no one can see you guys anyway

-you’d probably make out in the lot a lot (hehhe)

-also if your parents let him over (they’d love him ofc they would) to have sleepovers I think he’d be so grateful

-he stares at you when you sleep and is just like how tf did I get so lucky as to score this?!

That’s it! (For now) But I’ll always have more❤️❤️

My inbox and chat are both open

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witchy-aunt · 5 months

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Johnny cade head cannons

first fanfic! I'll preface this by saying I wrote this a long time ago art like 2am so if its not great at there's a lot lot errors IM SORRY!! Also 'figured this would good to post with this years new round of middle schoolers who just read the outsiders, genius or low hanging fruit? can't tell.

f/m, no warnings, pure fluff maybe some angsty bits?, Johnny cade x reader

Johnny Cade

“Stay gold, Ponyboy.”

Johnny’s very obviously a nervous wreck so when you got together it was no surprise he was super worried about losing you

whenever it’s cold out he comes to your house instead of staying out in the lot as much as he used too

Late night talks out in the lot

You, Johnny, and pony are like the ultimate trio honestly

I feel like most fanfics I read say pony’s normally a third wheel after you get together but I disagree in my mind you were already all friends or at least friendly and so when you got together it didn’t change things all that much as far as your friendship with Ponyboy

I feel like he’d have a lot to contribute to the gangs conversations but because he’s too scared to speak up he’d tell you about all his thoughts throughout the day when you’re alone you’re just easier for him to talk too

Dallas is suspicious of you at first but wouldn’t outwardly show it for Johnny’s sake and besides he’d act basically the same way he’d behave with you if you weren’t dating, when he inevitably realizes your good for him I think he develops a soft spot for you like he has for Johnny and Pony

People really don’t account for how “sassy” (for lack of better words💀) Johnny and Pony are and honestly it’s funny as hell, like his sarcastic remarks are rare in front of the gang but hilarious when they happen

I think because he’s so tough starved he really appreciates any physical contact from you even if it’s just a simple hand hold or resting your head on his shoulder

He loves cuddling, he’s def the little spoon most of the time, but when you first cuddle he’ll try to be the big spoon because it’s just what he expects to be the normal he figures that he should act like how Dallas and the guys he sees in movies are the way he should behave with a girl because he’s never really had anyone else to base a relationship off of

You’re the first person he comes too after being in a fight with his parents, if he’s hurt real bad you’ll always clean him up and spend the night comforting him by cuddling him and talking to get his mind off of it, though I think it might be harder for him to be touched after a fight because he’s just so nervous and shaken, but he warms up too it after a few minutes and it definitely does help him afterward.

He’s always real nervous about messing something up and you being made at him so he needs a lot of reassurance

He’s honestly real good at comforting people himself, like when your sad he knows exactly how to comfort you and make you feel okay or at least safe.

He’s always anxious about pda but I think he does like to at least hold hands in public at I don’t think he’s all that against hugging you or laying his head on your should in front of the gang even if it means he’ll have to deal with two-bits dumb comments, dal’s taunting smirk egging him on or everyone else’s stares even if it does make him pretty nervous he’ll always accept your touch.

Johnny cares a lot for people and never wants to see those he loves hurting which is a pretty obvious fact but because of this anything that happens to you stresses him out so bad

He doesn’t like fights and it’s rare for you guys to get into one, he’s not the best at communicating but eventually will tell you if somethings bugging him before he’d ever let himself get angry about it, I don’t see you guys getting into screaming fights either, it’s possible but it has to be something really bad

If you got together before he was jumped by those socs I’d think the change of him becoming even more quiet and nervous would be the hardest to watch

He doesn’t have a lot of money pretty obviously but he does like to sneak into the drive-in and save up to take you out whenever he can because he just can’t get enough of spending time with you

Thank you for reading! My requests are open so feel free to send any you have in for Johnny!

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sardonic-the-writer · 25 days

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𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥

↳ summary: everyone knew you loved your lazy sundays. but that didn't stop them from bothering you

↳ warnings: mentions of fights and ponyboy getting jumped. nothing serious

↳ notes: could be interpreted as platonic or romantic with whoever you like. just some silly times

↳ song: we're gonna move—elvis presley

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Sundays at the Curtis household were normally calm.

Maybe it was because that was the day before school would start up again for Ponyboy— it used to be that way for both him and Sodapop until his big brother dropped out —or maybe it was because that was the lords day; at least according to the bible. Whatever the case, you knew you could always rely on an unlocked door and comfy couch awaiting you each time you jumped the chain link fence in their front yard. Just as long as it was Sunday.

So, understandably, you were peeved when Steve Randal and Two-Bit had come bursting through the front door looking for a fight.

"Come on man!" Two-Bit, otherwise known as Keith Matthews by his mother and kid sister, but only by his mother and kid sister, was currently whining your name in a way that he would only do if he wanted something. "Those soc's deserve it for what they did to Pony yesterday!"

Warm sunlight from the clear afternoon day peaked through the window panes behind you, lighting up each and every crevice in the front room of the house. A great black and white picture show was running on the TV, the likes of which had captured your attention for most of the day as you lay on Darry Curtis' couch, only ever moving to help out with chores when asked by him or Soda.

You scowled from your spot on that same trashy floral couch as before, flipping Two-Bit off quick enough so that Darry didn't see you. Even though he was in the other room working on dishes with Soda, you knew he would be able to tell. He was magic in a way like that. Annoyingly magic.

"What's with the shake up?" Steve questioned through the cigarette in his mouth, looking down at you from his nose. "Just last week you were itching for a rumble, and now all you want to do is sit and watch TV like some bum?"

"Wrong. Now all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch cartoons like some bum." You corrected him with a bit of snark in your tone, knowing that he hated that sort of thing. You saw Two-Bit's lips quirk up in a smile from the corner of your eye, reminding you temporarily of the shared love of cartoons that the two of you held.

"It's Sunday." Soda strolled in from the other room with a damp rag in his hands, tossing it down on the couch cushions as he went to clap Steve on the back—the way he always did when he saw his best friend. "You know they like their Sundays, guys."

"Screw their Sundays." Steve scoffed without any real malice behind the action. "Dally's on his way over with Johnny right now to meet us before the fight. We just wanted to come and get you before they got here."

With a halfhearted groan you let your head hit the back of the couch. If Dallas was coming over, you knew that the gangs minds had already been made up. Dally could be awfully convincing when he wanted to get his way, and that was more often than not. Really there was no sense in arguing now, but sometimes you had less sense then you'd like to admit.

"I'll tell Darry ya'll are gonna start up a fight." You said in a last ditch effort to keep your lovely spot on the warm couch. You were just met with knowing smiles.

"Awh you know he'd let us go if we promised to not get anymore blood on his floor comin' home." Two-Bit's smile widened, and you knew that he could tell they'd worn you down. That's how it always went when they wanted to fight during an off day for you, and you should be more used to it by now.

With the beginnings of a slow chew on your bottom lip, you mulled it over. Despite what one could think about Darry, that he yelled at his brothers too much or was too hard on Pony, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight of his own for one of his brothers, even if he had work the next day. And that was a stone cold fact.

The screen door to the Curtis home squeaked open for the second time in just a few minutes, the entrance giving way to two more figures in dark clothing and greased up hair. One was nursing a cigarette butt while the other swayed side to side in a nervous tick.

"Ready to split?" Dallas Winston let a puff of smoke escape his lips as he grinned, looking around at the small group that had gathered in the living room. Johnny Cade shuffled behind him, and despite the current situation, you made time to send a welcome wave in his direction. He nodded back with a light glint in his eyes.

"Most of us." Soda laughed at Dally's question, ratting you out with a single look in your direction.

"I swear to god man, we do this every time." Dally shook his head as if he'd been expecting this. He looked at you dead on, almost as if trying to pry an explanation out of you this time. You resisted the urge to scrunch your nose up as he did so.

"Don't worry Dal, we just got 'em on the fence." Two-Bit smiled, and you hated that he was right.

With a sigh, you dusted your lap off before getting up, ignoring the small cheer that came from Soda and Two-Bit as you did so. From behind them Johnny smiled that little smile of his.

Dally even let a small one of his own slip, and you cursed whoever decided to give him such long eyelashes. One wrong downward tilt of his head, and sometimes you felt like he could get you to do whatever he wanted if he just asked.

"I'm coming, but next Sunday if any of you so much as ask me into town, I'll start a fight of my own." You pursed your lips. Another cheer rose between the six of you, and somehow you just knew that next week the exact same thing would happen, just as it always did. Good thing it never really bothered you. Nothing these guys ever do would, even though you'd never admit it to them.

"And just to be clear I want you to know I'm only going because it was Pony that was jumped!" You raised your voice through the pre-celebration, trying to stop the smile breaking out across your face from growing any wider. "If it was any of you idiots, I'd go join the other side!"

Playful boo's broke out as Soda slung an arm around your shoulders. A hand was quick to fly up to your hair with an attempted noogie, but you shook your head wildly enough to hault it.

Leaving the security of the plush couch and the drone of the Curtis' TV, you found yourself walking down the street with Dally's cigarette between your lips, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. As the white smoke drifted up into the blue sky above, you thought about the people around you, and smiled.

Now you just had to hope you wouldn't ruin yet another shirt with blood.

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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Ponyboy Curtis drabble #1

You swallowed hard at the sight before you, struggling to keep your voice calm. “What’re we gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Ponyboy looked as distraught as you felt. “Darry would kill me if I brought them all home.”

“There’s only four.” You offered, knowing that wouldn’t make much difference.

The two of you stared down at the cardboard box you had found tossed aside in the corner of the junk yard, a box overflowing with four tiny, hungry calico kittens. There was no mother in sight. It looked as if the kittens had been left their purposefully, left to die. It made you and Ponyboy sick.

You knelt down and reached into the box, stroking the mass of wriggling, mewling bodies. “We can’t leave them.” Your voice broke. “It’s not fair, they can’t take care of themselves, Pony. Please,”

“It’s okay, baby, we’ll figure out somethin’.” Ponyboy crouched beside you, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back. “I promise.”

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prlncessbzmbi · 2 months

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I know you said it was going to take while, but can you do everyone(sperate) x goth!fem!Reader dating headcannons?

gothic.

the outsiders (separate) x goth!f!reader.

contains. gothic!f!reader.

a/n. sorry if this isn’t really goth! i tried my best, but my style is polar opposite!

pb. curtis.

- he would be a little bit scared when he first met you.

- after getting to know one another better, he would really fall for you.

- loves all your flowy dresses and darker outfits.

- as a greaser, he understands what its like to be made fun of for your outfits or hair, so its definitely something you both understand.

- if somebody’s making fun of you, he would not hesitate to call them out.

- he tries to pick you up gifts he’d think you like.

- don’t expect this boy to come dwelling in scary places with you! he’d freak out and probably pass out!

- overall, he’s super accepting of how you dress, and he’s mostly indifferent to it.

j. cade.

- unlike his friend ponyboy, he wouldn’t be very freaked out.

- i feel like he’d be into goth girls anyway, and all the dark stuff doesn’t phase him much.

- he’s honestly so in love with goth girls.

- if a goth girl asked him to jump, he’d ask how high.

- if anyone has anything to say, he’d probably knock their teeth out on the spot.

- he’d buy you just about anything you’d ask for, or steal it.

- overall, he’s head-over-heels for you, and he doesn’t care much about the goth stuff. he loves you for you.

d. winston.

- he’d be much like johnny, and not gaf about what you wear.

- a bad bitch is a bad bitch to him, regardless of style or anything.

- he’d follow you blindly to any freaky place you’d want to go.

- he wouldn’t be scared to show you off, and he’d defend you if anybody had something to say.

- expect some teasing nicknames, however.

- he’d steal you anything you’d find interesting.

- if he see’s you eyeing something, he’d get it on the spot.

- overall, he’s real good about it, and loves you regardless of what style you have.

d. curtis.

- he’s a pretty traditional guy, he wasn’t horrified by you, but he was a little surprised.

- he’d definitely be thinking about how pretty you are.

- as he get’s to know you better, the makeup and outfits draw him to you even closer.

- any money not spent on the boys would automatically be used to buy gifts for you.

- makeup, clothes, anything you find appealing.

- most people are scared of darry, so nobody would probably talk shit about you in front of him.

- but, if someones talking ill about you behind the both of you, he stands on business. (knocks a tooth clean out.)

- he really loves you for you at the end of the day, and doesn’t care about what anyone has to say.

sp. curtis.

- like his brothers, he’s a bit surprised, but he still finds you real pretty.

- he’s quick to make moves on you, and he doesn’t care what other people think.

- once you guys get together, he sticks to you like glue.

- would also get into a fight if someone had something to say.

- he’s quick to get pissy at girls trying to flirt with him, yet they talk down on you.

- he’s really in love, and doesn’t give a damn about what other people think or have to say.

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