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Dollface & The Greaser.

summary: You were a soc, and the not really the good type. You always hung out with bob, randy, and his other friends. You just didn’t like greasers, they had nasty grease in there hair, listened to horrible music, and were careless 24/7. There was one greaser and only one that caught your eye, and no it wasn’t that idiotic flirt Dallas Winston. It was Two-Bit Matthews, he was a little nice…always made you laugh from time to time. And you might have caught feelings, but you didn’t even realize it. But obviously a lot of females at school did, he also started noticing too and wanted to make sure his theory of you having a thing for him was correct.

characters: keith “two-bit” matthews

warnings: intimate touching. flirting. minor cussing. kissing.

genre: enemies to lovers. fluff. romance

reader: fem! soc! reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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You were digging inside your locker for you’re light pink hair brush, your hair was a tiny bit messy but always wanted it to look perfect. Like you of course. You bent over a little covering the back of your skirt, when you felt a warm pair of hands make their way onto your hips.

“Guess who?~”, The mysterious voice cooed in your ear.

“Two-Bit Matthews, you better get your nasty greaser hands off of my hips before I-!” You yell at him, before you can finish your statement he takes his hands off your hips and you stand up straight. You’re now just realizing how you knew those were his hands, by the warmth, the shape, and the grip he had on your hips.

“Geez, sorry dollface. I knew you were feisty, but not this feisty.” Keith says with his hands shaking up in surrender. You didn’t know if he was trying to piss you off or actually piss you off.

“Why do you even bother me? Go bother Marcia or something. Maybe even become Dallas and go try and talk to Sherri Cherry.” You say as you finally grab your long and beheld light pink hair brush, looking into the white decorated mirror on your locker and fixing your hair.

“Uhhh, cause they’re not as cute as you. Andddd they clearly aren’t catchin’ feelings for me~” Keith finally says and you suddenly start choking on air..?

“W-what?! Ha! Catch feelings for you, as if! Why would I fall for such a hood, that’s nice, sweet, kinda cute, and-“ You were about to finish your sentence until you realized what you were saying.

“Pretend you never heard that! Just pretend this is all you’re imagination!” You panic and wave your hands infront of him with your eyes avoiding his, trying to convince him this is all just a stupid dream.

You then suddenly felt a warm pair of hands, already knowing who it was, wrap around your own pair of hands and entangling it with yours.

“Aww, and ya’ really think all this about me and your over here pretending ya’ hate me?” Two-Bit whispers into your right ear. Sending shivers down you’re spine at the his hot breath hitting your neck.

“I-… look just like I said, pretend this never-!” You try and yell but as you try, you open you’re eyes and finally realize what’s going on. He was kissing you. A grease kissing a soc, infront of other greasers and socs. You are heard multiple gasps, wooing, and more as you had finally kissed him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck and accepting the fact that, now everyone probably knew from this kiss you guys were something way more than just friendly rivals. Not just a greaser always flirting with a mean soc that pretended like she didn’t want to spend a minute of the day on him.

As you broke the kiss you looked up at him shocked, you just stared into his eyes as he stared into your e/c eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you started hearing clacking of multiple heels behind you but you didn’t care. You just slowly went to hug Keith.

“I love you, stupid greaser.” You say taking in his smell which contained of chocolate cake, cigarettes, and beer.

“I love ya’ too, dollface.” Two says, as he’s about to return the hug he didn’t feel your warmth and touch anymore. He looked down a bit to see other female socs dragging you away, yelling at you, saying that you shouldn’t have done that, and that you mind as well be a greaser too.

He just smiles at the sight of you still looking at him, until your friends take a turn and you are no longer seen.

“What a doll.”

"I love you...."

johnny cade x reader

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Johnny Cade is in love with y/n... his best friend of 9 years... and one night at the Curtis house, he confesses...

Warning: none! Just fluff and REALLY bad writing, fem! Reader 😭

I'm trying to find a style I like so just bear with this 😭😭

Poor Johnny Cade... inlove with his best friend of 9 years...

He told his other best friend Ponyboy, and his practical brother Dallas about you. Ponyboy trued to push him to just say how he feels, and Dally would roll his eyes and say "Shoot, kid. She gon' find anotha Johnnycake if ya don't get 'er now." That didn't help at all.

One day, while in the lot with Dallas, he turned the conversation about you. "Hey Dal, I know you an' Sylvia ain't talkin' no more but, you did love 'er right?" Johnny asked.

"Sorta, why Johnny? This about prettyface again?" Dally glanced at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to keep him warm, even though Dallas was more cold than Johnny.

"Yeah... 'm sorry for talkin' bout her so much... jus' can't help myself..." He said quietly, playing with the cigarette bud on the dirt.

"Jus' ask her silly, she's a good girl. You're a nice lookin' guy Johnny. Ask her out wit' big puppy dog eyes. She's at the Curtis house now." Dally laughed and checked out a girl passing the street.

"She is? Good... okay... I'll go... bye Dal..." He got up and brushed off his jeans.

"Bye bye, Johnnycake" Dallas gave him a thumbs up as he started walking towards the Curtis home. He was sweating, he was doubting that he'd actually ask you out. He just wanted to see you right now. He missed you dearly.

When he got to the door, he knocked slowly. Darry opened the door. "Hey kiddo, why're you here at this time of night?"

"Can I rest here tonight? The lots chilly..." He lied through his teeth, but Darry let him in anyways. He spotted you immediately.

"Hi, Johnnycake!" You gave him a sweet hug, he hugged you back nervously.

"Hi... y/n... what're you doin' here?" He murmured softly while staring down at you.

"Just hanging out, you?" You smiled and rubbed his shoulder.

"Lots cold... can we uh... go somewhere more warm...?" He whispered. When you nodded he felt like cheering. You both walked to the bathroom.

"Why'd you wanna come in here Johnny?" You asked and leaned against the bathroom counter.

"Uhm... uh... needed to ask..." He panicked.

"About?"

"I.... uhm... well..." He stuttered, he was freaking out.

"I'm sorta... kinda... uhm... inlovewithyou...." He mumbled.

"Huh?" You blinked.

"Mmm.... m.. iminlovewithyou...."

"Speak louder, stop mumbling Johnny..."

"I'm... love... you..." He blurted out. His palms were sweating, he didn’t feel so tuff, he wish he did, but he didn't.

"Johnny..." You slowly smiled and hugged him again. He was SHOCKED. You were hugging him? Did you love him too? 🤨

"I love you too, Johnny cake..."

WOAH. His jaw dropped. But, he immediately got excited and kissed you. You kissed back. It was a very sappy moment. Until it was interrupted by Ponyboy...

"Hey, uh... I sorta have to piss right now..." He blinked. Johnny pulled away from you reluctantly and dragged you out the bathroom so Ponyboy could use it. He leaned on the door when it closed and stared at you.

"I love you, y/n..."

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IM SORRY OF THIS IS BAD!!! BYE BYE 😕😕

Messenger Boy; Blue Button Baby

Shameless plug for the Outsider's fic I just wrote, centered on Two-Bit's perspective on getting jumped.

I wanted to explore his feelings about being injured by a girl (grappling with his own judgements of femininity and also his sister, who has always wanted to be 'pretty' like a Soc girl), his shame around being used as a message, and his fear for his family.

I've always loved the complexity of Two-Bit having a loving family, and his getting jumped is a detail I'm so glad got added into the musical.

There is also incredibly vague Marbit if that's ur thing.

Anyways, check it out if you're interested!

happy birthday sodapop 😳😳😳😳

hehe this is so funny

no bc why does dally always act like he has a stick up his ahh jdksdns always so angry & for wut 😭

i giggled so hard at the picture and caption but so real

“i aint reading allat” im in your home

ᯓ⭒Fight like wolves,

but flee like birds .ᐟ

“There’s Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy — and then there’s their baby sister. She’s loved, sure, but do they truly ever show it? Or do they just say so and hope that it’s enough?”

Warnings ~ cursing, arguing, insinuation of sh and mental health struggles

･ ⟢ ⋮ a/n ~ This little fic is based around this fic by @jamesdeanbby !! I tried my best to make sure it isn’t the exact same, but the store scene is rlly similar 😓 🙏 also yes I am making this two parts…

w/c: 1,000+

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Life would never be easy for someone like you.

A teenage girl, living in a house constantly full of boys.

Before your parents died, it was fine; sure, you didn’t always get the newest clothes or cutest makeup, but it was enough. Because you had your mom.

Now you don’t.

And Darry is the one bringing you shopping. Darry is the one supervising what you buy. Darry, a twenty-year-old boy — no, man — is the one who watches you eye the frilly, cute dresses in the store and is the one who says no every time.

It feels as though he never even tries to understand you. He gets along with Soda and Pony just fine, because they’re boys, but you?

You’re a girl. And therefore, lesser than.

At least that’s how it feels.

Soda can go to as many rodeos as he wants, stay out as late as he wants. Pony gets praised for his smarts, he can smoke in the house whenever, he can stay at the lot and not get grounded.

You?

At the age of sixteen, you can’t stay out past 8:30. You can’t get cute skirts because they’re too expensive. You can’t go anywhere without telling Darry. You can’t get anything cute or girly. You can’t do anything.

You feel like a rat trapped in a cage. Like a bird with clipped wings.

It’s hell.

Darry never understands you. Never tried to understand you. Not before your parents died and certainly not after. He never knew what you did in your room, late at night — why your arms would suddenly be covered by sleeves despite the blistering summer heat. He never put in the effort.

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Beeps from cash registers, the pungent smell of cleaning products and terribly bright fluorescent lights overwhelm your senses. Darry’s footsteps echo beside you. Loud. Heavy. The total opposite of your own.

As you walk past the girl’s clothing section, your eyes catch on something. A skirt; pink with ruffles and lace. Your steps falter, and of course, Darry notices. His response is almost immediate.

“No.”

You look up at him, your expression shifting. That spark of excitement in your eyes burning out. He notices, but doesn’t show it.

“You know we can’t afford it, kid.” His voice is firm. Cold. That’s all it ever is around you. Not warm like it is with Soda, not calm like with Pony. He’s never treated you the way he does them.

“I know.” You reply, your own tone taking on an edge by default. But Darry, of course, can’t help getting mad.

“Would you quit that? You’re actin’ like a brat. You can’t always get what you want.”

He stares down at you, eyes stormy and voice like thunder; expecting you to argue, to make a scene like Pony would or scold him right back like Soda might.

But you don’t.

You can’t.

You just stand there, tears welling up but never falling.

He knows you’re not like Pony and Soda. You’re a girl. You’re different. Your brain is just wired differently, and he can’t seem to grasp onto the fact.

The rest of your time in the store is tense, like a taught string waiting to snap in half. Not a word is spoken from either of you; only subtle glances.

The drive home is worse.

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“You listen here young lady–!”

Darry’s voice roars throughout the small space of the living room. Moments earlier, you’d burst in, tears welling in your eyes, your expression full of frustration and betrayal.

“No! Why should I listen to you when you never listen to me?!” You yell back.

The others all stare on, the entire rest of the gang – Soda, Two-Bit, Pony, Steve – they all watch on as you and your brother argue like angry dogs.

Darry huffs, shaking his head disapprovingly. Like a dad would. Not a big brother. “Would you quit sayin’ that?! You’re actin’ like a damn child, y’know that?”

It’s like seeing someone argue with their reflection. Two people, both too stubborn to understand the other, but equally struggling. You, unheard and unseen, and Darry, placed in the position he is by chance, not choice.

“You never let me do anything! You treat me like a pest, not your sister!” You argue back.

He doesn’t say anything. Just stares. Too frustrated to snap back and not say something he’ll regret.

But you continue on; cracks in your voice, but not a single stutter.

“You don’t treat me like you do Soda and Ponyboy! You treat them like brothers, while I’m nothing but vermin!” The tears finally start falling, hot and salty against your cheeks. “You let Soda do what he wants, you praise Pony for being a genius, but what do I get? Nothing! Not a word of kindness or affection! ‘Stop pouting,’ ‘Don’t give me that look,’ ‘Calm down’! That’s all I hear—”

All Darry can do is stare at you. The room is silent aside from your rambling, each pair of eyes looking anywhere but you and Darry from their scattered positions.

“— and nothing else! I bet you wished I was in an orphanage, huh? So you wouldn’t have to deal with me an’ all my ‘childish’ wants?!”

This is what makes him snap. The idea that you think he doesn’t love you; that he doesn’t care.

“Would you shut your goddamn mouth?! You act like I don’t care, when that’s all I do! It ain’t my fault we’re broke and can’t afford your stupid skirts and dinner!”

There he goes again. Placing the blame on you, as if you aren’t the one being neglected. Tears stream down your cheeks like waterfalls, your bottom lip quivering as you try your hardest not to let out a sob; brows furrowed in a scowl. A mirror image of Darry himself.

And then you say the three words he would never wish to hear – three words that send him spiraling.

“I hate you, Darry! I wish I was never born, goddamnit!”

He freezes. Everyone does. The tension in the room reaches its peak, your words causing everyone to stop and hold their breaths.

But before he can reply, before he can apologize or argue, you’re gone. Leaving nothing but a door swinging in your wake.

Darry stares at the open door, eyes wide with emotion; regret, anger, frustration, betrayal. This is his fault and he knows it. He never made an effort to understand you. To make you feel loved. To love you in general.

Moments later, Dally and Johnny step inside, quickly noticing the tension and quietness.

“The fuck happened here? Did the girl throw another fit?” Dally drawls, a sick grin on his face.

His words are like a knife to Darry’s heart. Everyone’s silence tells him all he needs to know.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

The realization appears on his face as quick as a lightswitch flipping on.

“Oh, shit, man. What did you do, Darry?” He immediately asks, stepping further into the quiet house.

“Not enough.” Is all he can reply.

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“I can’t be what you need,

I am stuck in a dream.”

Synopsis…! You and Johnny are best friends. You’ve been there for each other through thick and thin. But what happens when you have an undeniable love for him, and he just doesn’t seem to notice?

a/n…! Made this based off an ask I did but couldn’t get out of my head🙏 can’t tell if I like it tho…. Also begging for literally anyone who sees this to req smth im in desperate need of writing inspo

w/c…! 1800+

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You need to look perfect.

That’s what you tell yourself over and over, the sentence repeating like a broken record.

Buck’s hosting a party tonight. Johnny will be there; the same Johnny you’ve been trying to get the attention of for months now. And yet, each time you cast him an extra glance, make a flirty comment, dress up extra pretty, he doesn’t notice. Doesn’t even seem to look.

It breaks your heart.

Which is exactly why tonight you’re going to this party. Tonight is the night, the one where he has to notice you. You’ll march up to him, bat your eyelashes and be forward.

“Hey, Johnnycakes, wanna go out to the drive-in sometime?” You’ll state. He’ll have to say yes.

But to make that work, you’ll have to look extra pretty. Not just normal pretty, special pretty. Sure, it feels silly trying so hard for a boy, but you can’t help it. This needs to go right.

However, you currently find yourself in a bit of a dilemma.

You’ve spent probably the past two hours trying to find an outfit.

“Ugh! I have nothing to wear!” You wail, hands carding through already messy hair.

“Just wear what makes you feel confident! That’s what will really make you ‘special’ pretty!” Your friend Lindsey replies, quoting the statement you’d made earlier.

“How do you know that’ll work? What if he sees me and thinks, “wow, she’s really wearing that?” I’ll ruin my chances!”

“I can almost guarantee Johnny won’t think that. Here, let me try to find something up to your standards.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. So, you sit at your vanity, sulking as she searches your closet.

After only ten minutes she’s coming back out with an outfit draped over her arm. She shoves it into your hands, grinning as she shoves you into your bathroom, saying that “it’s perfect!’

You sigh as you close the door. Is it really perfect? You know Lindsey is very big on fashion, but can you truly trust her? The only way to find out is to try the outfit on, and when you do, you decide you’ll never doubt her again.

First you pull on the lace tank top. It’s one with spaghetti straps that hugs your body just right – but you bought it so long ago it somehow still has the tag. Then comes the blouse, pale green and gingham, with a low enough neck to show off the lace of the shirt beneath. And last, on bottom, is a white pleated skirt that reaches your mid-thigh. You’ve worn it more times than you can count, but that’s what you love about it; it’s simple but effective.

You step out of your bathroom, feeling prettier than you have in a while. Lindsey can’t help grinning, clapping her hands together as you give her a bashful smile.

“It is perfect,”

“I know, right! Never doubt me again, girlfriend!” Her voice is giddy, as are her movements, as she sits you down at your vanity.

A handful of hours later, you’re walking up to Buck’s – hair styled, makeup done, outfit flawless. Lindsey and Cherry are at your sides, for emotional support, they’d said. Despite the confidence in your step, nerves eat away at your stomach. Your thoughts are filled with nothing but the worst-case scenarios of tonight.

The moment you step foot into the house, your senses are violated by your surroundings – the smell of smoke and beer, the loud yells and even louder music, the bright lights.

But your eyes don't take long to find him.

Black hair. Tan skin. Big brown eyes. Leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his calloused hands, a grin spread across his lips.

And a girl standing before him.

Hand touching his arm. Laughing unbearably loud at a dumb joke. Eyes full of lust.

Your heart drops. Your ears ring. Your throat grows dry.

You’re moving before your brain even registers it, feet carrying you over to where Johnny’s standing. He doesn’t notice you. Not until you’ve started speaking.

“Are you kidding me?”

He immediately turns to you, an expression of bewilderment falling upon his features.

“What?” His tone is laced with confusion. He glances over at the blonde chick, watching as she approaches her next victim like Johnny never existed.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Johnny?” You repeat, taking a step closer to him – voice heavy with emotion as you continue your rambling.

“I got dressed up. I bought new mary janes. I spent hours on my hair.”

He’s too confused to respond, his mouth stupidly hanging open. As if he has a right to be shocked.

“I did all this for you, and I don't get so much as a spared glance. Not a ‘hi’ or a wave or even a glance. Nothing.”

Your eyes are brimming with salty tears, but you hold them back. He doesn't get to see you cry. Not now.

“I tried so goddamn hard, Johnny. I always did. But you just don’t see it, do you?” This is what makes him speak up, voice poisoned with uncalled for frustration.

“What do you mean I don’t notice? Of course I do!”

“No, you don't!" You immediately retort. “Not like how you’re supposed to. You don't see me and think, ‘I wish she were mine.’ You see me and all you think is that I’m your good friend.” Your heart sits heavy in your throat, your words choked out as you hold back tears.

Johnny just stands there like an idiot, his brows creased, his expression incredulous.

“But–”

“Don’t.” You don’t want him fighting for you. It’ll only make the aching in your chest worsen. He’s too late, anyway. He’s made his intentions clear.

You turn on your heel and walk away. Never even once do you look back. He doesn’t deserve your heart, not anymore.

You shove your way through the crowd, colliding with sweaty bodies over and over until you reach the door. You’ve practically collapsed the moment you’ve left, sitting down on the curb.

Salty tears stream down your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier, not like the actresses in movies. You sob, sniffle, hiccup; ruined makeup stains your face. Shaky hands come up to swipe at the tears, though not helping much.

It’s official. Your chances with him are smothered out like the flame of a burnt out candle.

Johnny stands there, frozen. Stuck in place like an idiotic looking statue. From across the room, Dallas watches. He saw the whole thing. You strutting in, your pretty outfit, your nervous smile. The argument. The tears. He knew how you tried, it was made clear from the moment you’d started hanging around Johnny. But he boy was a goddamn idiot.

“You’ve royally fucked up, man.” Dally suddenly says.

Johnny’s head snaps over to him, his shock still written all over his face. But he doesn’t say a word.

“She really likes you. No clue why you didn’t notice. Hell, I thought about takin’ her for myself-” Those last words make his heart feel like it’s being carved straight out of his chest.

“I fuckin’ get it! Jeez, don’t gotta make me feel like a bigger asshole..” Johnny barks, the pain in his chest getting worse with every moment you’re gone.

The only reason this makes him feel so shitty isn't because he hurt his best friend, but because he’d been in your position before. Trying so goddamn desperately to get her attention – not in a normal way, in a romantic way. He wanted you to see him, but he gave up long ago. And as it turns out, that’s when you started trying.

It’s just one big fucked up mess, really.

“You should go after her.” Dally suddenly says, nudging him. “Tell her how you feel. It’s rainin’, too. You could make it like one of those stupid ass romance movies she likes.”

Johnny perks up at this, realizing he’s been standing here like a goddamn idiot for the past five minutes while you’ve probably been sobbing.

Without thinking, he starts racing to the front door praying that she’s still out there.

The rain pelts down at his skin hard. But there you are, sitting on the curb, your pretty face in your hands.

When you hear footsteps, you know it’s him. Before he speaks, before he even makes himself known. You’d always recognize him, down to the very last beat of his heart.

“I get it, Johnny. You feel bad for making me cry but you don’t like me like that. You don’t have to like me or apologize.”

You look over your shoulder at him, expecting him to be nodding, but all you see is his confused face.

“What—?! I mean- you’re.. how did you even make that conclusion?”

The two of you stare at each other. For several seconds, all you can do is stare at him.

“You never even noticed me, Johnny. You never–“

“Would you quit saying that I didn’t notice?!”

His snappy tone catches you off guard. Catches himself off guard. But nevertheless, he goes on.

“Of course I noticed! I couldn’t not notice! You looked like the goddamn sun in all those skirts and dresses, and you expect me not to notice you?!”

You stare up at him, slowly rising on shaky legs to face him fully. He noticed? Did he really notice and she just couldn’t see?

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I dropped the most obvious hints and you didn’t even reciprocate!” You allege, your own tone just as accusatory as his own.

“Because I thought you were being nice! I didn’t flirt back because I couldn’t fathom the idea of someone as angelic as you liking me!”

You’re right in front of him now. Faces close, arguing like two scared mutts. Voices raised, rain pelting your skin, mixing with the stray tears on your cheeks.

“So you just gave up? You decided I wasn’t worth fighting for and stopped trying—!”

Calloused hands grasp your cheeks as soft lips cover your own.

Your heart stops.

Your breath catches.

But you don’t pull away.

Not for a single second.

Not until you both can’t take it anymore and need to breathe. Even then, you’re hesitant, chasing his lips until the last second.

You finally look up at him, and you’re met with black lashes framing eyes as dark as the night sky. Your heart nearly stops.

“Johnny, I–” You attempt to stammer out, but he interrupts you once again.

“Don’t.” You pause. His eyes lock onto yours, hands refusing to move from your cheeks. Calloused thumbs caress your cheekbones, the touch gentle despite the storm behind his eyes.

“Please just let me call you mine.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Is he being serious, you ask yourself, is this really happening?

But before you can fully formulate a response in your mind, you’re nodding your head. And then he’s leaning in again. Your lips collide, the rain pelting your skin only fueling the need behind your kisses.

From the window in Buck’s living room, Dallas cheers to himself. Finally, the stupid kid has his entire world all to himself.

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guys I know it’s been a fat second since I’ve posted but I pinky swear I have something cooking 😓🙏 I have literally two days left of school on my life I’ll finish it soon 😖

☆.「 A Heart Full Of Tears 」.☆

“There’s a place where lovers go…

to cry their troubles away.”

Synopsis…! You never thought you’d fall for someone like him. A Greaser. He never thought he’d ever have a chance with you. A Soc. But your two worlds inevitably collide, changing your lives like a star exploding. Until it all goes down in a flaming mess.

a/n…! Apologies for the fact the girl in the mood board at the end isn’t very racially ambiguous… I couldn’t fit enough photos w/o taking up other needed spaces😞

w/c…! 1900+ words

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July 14th, 1964.

The sun was high in the sky of Tulsa as you walked around, shoes tapping against the pavement of the sidewalk.

You know you shouldn’t be walking around like this alone, but you’re confident your mother is only exaggerating the things she says about the people on this side of town. How they’re “hoods” and “violent.” Sure, you’ve seen what they’re capable of, but you also know there’s a big difference between those who are greasers by choice and greasers by chance.

Meeting Johnny Cade is what solidifies your opinion.

When you stepped into the local diner – one of your favorite spots – he quickly caught your eye. His shaggy black hair, honey skin, big black eyes. It all made your heart stutter.

But you put on a straight face nonetheless.

You take your seat on a barstool, waving over a waitress so you can order a milkshake.

And all the while, Johnny is looking at you.

Your smile, your hair, your eyes, your laugh, your lips; they’ve all been the center of his mind for a long while.

Dally and Pony’s jokes and words fall upon deaf ears, his body and soul occupied by the Soc girl a couple meters away.

“Ay, Johnnycakes, anyone home?” Dally taps his finger against Johnny’s forehead, immediately pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, just, uh, spaced out..” He replies, fighting to keep his gaze from the girl he’s been infatuated with for months.

“You sure about that, man? You’ve been awful quiet.” Ponyboy adds.

Johnny can only sigh, his gaze fixed on a girl he’ll never have. You.

When you eventually leave the diner, your mind is still stuck on Johnny – as it always has.

But you’ve hardly taken ten steps before you hear the jingle of the door opening behind you. You turn, only to see a familiar face. Big black eyes. Honey skin. That goddamn scar.

Johnny.

Your eyes lock. His friend shoves him forward, Dallas Winston, you note. Suddenly he’s standing before you in all his glory. His shy, beautiful glory.

“Hey, uhm, I-I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to go see a movie sometime?”

His question catches you off guard. He wants me to see a movie with him? you think to yourself.

For several seconds, you’re stunned into silence and he thinks you’re going to reject him. Call him a filthy hood and spit on his shoes. But your response shocks him even more.

“I’d love to.”

December 1st, 1964.

Nearly five months.

That’s how long you and Johnny have been going steady, and oh, how amazing it’s been.

He showers you with love and compliments 24/7, hands always holding your hips or waist or hand. It surprises you, considering the way he was raised.

And surprisingly, your parents have been accepting of your relationship. He’s allowed to stay over when his parents are fighting and he’s caught in the crossfire, they always make extra food for him at dinner, and your older brother even lent you some old clothes for him.

It’s perfect.

One night, you and Johnny are cuddling in your bed. His arms are wrapped around your body, his hands tracing patterns on your skin as you lay your head on his chest. Never in your life have you felt so loved, so happy. He’s the light of your life. Your everything.

“I love you, Johnny.” You mutter suddenly.

He looks down at you in surprise, and for a moment, you think you’ve ruined it all.

But then his features soften. Those big eyes of his, going from wide-eyed shock to loving gentleness in moments.

“I love you too, baby.” He murmurs in return.

You look up at him, eyes meeting. A small smile graces your lips, one full of the kindness and love he’s grown used to.

You’re his whole world. His sun, his moon, his stars — the air he breathes, the grass he touches.

The two of you lean in, lips locking. It's soft. Sweet. Not like the way you see other greasers kiss their girls. More like he’s savoring you, as if you’ll disappear the moment he pulls back.

But you don’t.

And that’s why he loves you.

When everyone else would have left, you stayed.

April 7th, 1965.

“He did what?!” You yell over the phone, voice breaking at the words Dallas has just confessed to you.

“Yeah, they’ve, uh, ran away... Don’t know what else to tell ya, man. They may not ever come back, to be honest.” Dallas replies.

You can’t believe what you’ve heard. Johnny – your Johnny – killed a Soc? Sweet, soft, kind Johnny? It’s shocking.

Sure, you’ve seen him get into fights, yell and look more like a rabid wolf than a small puppy, but him taking a life?

It makes you sick to your stomach.

Dallas gives you the rest of the details, to steer clear of cops and all that. But the moment he hangs up, you're breaking down.

Tears you’d been holding back for too long stream down your cheeks, loud hiccups and sobs leaving you. Your knees buckle and you land on your floor with a thud.

Your darling, wonderful Johnny may be sent to prison for manslaughter.

The following day, you go visit the Curtis household, a tin of homemade chocolate cupcakes in your hands. It surely won't make up for the disappearance of Pony and Johnny, but it may provide comfort.

You take a deep breath and rap your hand against the door softly.

It’s Darry who opens the door.

He murmurs your name, voice full of disbelief and clear exhaustion.

“What are you doing here?” He adds, motioning for you to enter.

Everyone is there. Dally. Steve. Soda. Two-Bit. All but two familiar faces. It makes your heart break.

“I just… I-I just wanted to stop by. See how y’all are doin’.” You say, ignoring the way your voice cracks with emotion. Your hands tremble as they grasp the tupperware in your hands.

They all know the pain you’re in, feel it themselves, but only to an extent.

Johnny was someone they knew, of course. They loved him like a brother. But they never did – and never will – know him like you do.

Without speaking another word, Darry pulls you into his arms, allowing you the freedom to sob against him.

It hurts, seeing someone so bright lose their spark.

At the end of the day, after spending hours at the Curtis’ place – reminiscing, talking, bonding – you decide to go home. But you’re hardly out of the door when Dallas pulls you aside.

“Hey, uh, by the way, I’m plannin’ on goin’ to see Johnny and Pony later this week.”

“You know where they are?!”

“Yes, doll, I know where they are. But you can’t know.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette, like he’s bored.

“You should write Johnny a letter. I’ll give it over to ‘im and stuff.”

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears at his statement.

“Of- Of course, yes. I'll bring it over tomorrow.” You say.

With a single nod as a goodbye, you walk over to your car, sliding into the driver’s seat.

That night, you write your letter.

But your words are never read.

April 15th, 1965.

The fire.

The church.

The letter.

Johnny.

Not much aside from those things have been occupying your mind.

A week has passed since they ran away.

A day has passed since the fire.

An hour has passed since you last saw Johnny.

You currently sit on the couch at the Curtis house, biting your nails like crazy. There’s a rumble tonight, against the Socs. Dally told you, Two-Bit and Pony that they’re gonna beat them. For Johnny, he said. It’d only hurt your heart more.

Hours pass. Then the door swings open. You watch as Darry, Two-Bit, Steve and Soda all file into the room, but there’s two people missing.

“Where’s Dallas and Pony?” You ask.

“Not sure. Maybe went to see Johnny.” Two-Bit replies, already grabbing a beer from the fridge.

After about a half hour, the door opens again. Pony’s beaten face appears in the doorway.

“Hey, where ya been?” Darry murmurs. No response.

“Hey, Pony.. whats wrong?”

You stare at the boy, your throat tight with emotion.

The first words out of his mouth leave your already cracking heart in pieces.

“Johnny’s dead. Told him about beatin’ the socs.”

You don't register another word that comes out of his mouth. The whole world goes blank, your entire mind crashing down on you.

“Johnny’s dead.”

June 15th, 1965.

Your soft hands brush over the rough stone you’re sitting on, a small tremble in your touch.

It’s been exactly two months since Johnny died. Since Dally killed himself and your world was flipped upside down.

You’re currently sitting on his gravestone. He’s lucky he even got one, to be honest. The only words carved on the surface are his name and the day he died.

“Johnathan Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.”

The sight leaves you weak.

He was more than just a name. A date that didn't matter to most but meant everything to you. He was a friend. A brother. A son. To some, he was everything. To you he was everything.

In your hand is an envelope. Inside, the letter you wrote but never got to be heard. Countless words, left to be nothing but ink sitting on a page. Not your whole heart and soul.

You carefully open the envelope, taking the piece of parchment out with a delicacy spared for butterfly’s wings.

With a deep breath, you speak.

“To my darling Johnny,

I do hope this letter finds you well. I’m not going to beg for you to return, nor to run away with me to Texas and change our identities. All I ask is for you to listen. To hear my words and never forget them. I love you more than anything, I hope you know that. Life just isn't the same without you around so often. I see you in the dandelions growing between the cracks of concrete. I see you in the cigarettes I pass by in the D.X. I see you when I walk past the lot. The others all miss you greatly. Pony, too. Darry’s been worried sick about him. Won’t eat or sleep, Soda said. Tell Pony he oughta make up with him if he ever comes back. I wish I got to say goodbye. I know there’s a chance I’ll never see you again, never hear you laugh or speak or feel your hand in mine, so I’ll tell you what I never got to. I was hoping to marry you, Johnny Cade. I can’t imagine my life without you. Without your dumb jokes and cheesy pick up lines. It’s just… dull, without you here. I hope that the next time I see you, I’m wrapped in your arms, with a ring on my finger and a venue already in mind. You’re my everything, Johnny. I want you to always remember, that no matter what you’re my favorite. My whole universe.

Sincerely, your darling girl.”

Tears are streaming down your cheeks by the time you’re done.

You wipe away your tears with trembling hands, before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a switch. You kneel down, placing the blade against the surface of his headstone.

By the time you leave, there’s new words on his grave.

“Johnny Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.

Died on Earth, lived in the Stars.”

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𐔌 . ⋮ GUESS .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

“Is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?”

Synopsis…! Lynn gets herself a new tattoo, but is scared of how the gang will react — but it’s the way Dally reacts that catches her off guard.

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She’d meant to tell them — honest — she just forgot.

A week prior, Lynn went out and decided to treat herself, inevitably having the bright idea to get a tattoo on her lower back. She’d wanted one for years anyway, and now that she’s eighteen, she can do whatever the hell she wants.

Somehow, though, she managed to forget to tell the gang. Despite the fact they’re some of her best friends, it just didn't feel like something to speak about with them –Angela Shepard, however, is. She was the first and only person she’s told, and because she’s Angela, she loved the design.

“Oh my god, it’s so hot! I might get one too, now! We should match-!” She then blabbered on for an hour about nonsense.

For a while after she got it, she’d simply forgotten to tell them. The design was often covered by pants, anyways. One day, though, her silly little secret gets revealed in a rather odd manner…

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It was blazing hot out, normal for a May morning in Tulsa, and Lynn decided to wear a pair of low rise jeans and a cropped tank top, paired with her leather jacket. It’s nearly 80 degrees out, she’s not going to be caught dead in anything else.

“Hey, ya’ll! She calls out, as she and Johnny enter the Curtis house, her typical grin on her face.

A mantra of “hey”s and “hello”s echo throughout the house, all voices familiar and comforting.

“Darry, is the A.C. still broke?” She asks, sitting down on the couch.

“‘Course it is, Lynn. I ain’t a plumber, I’m a roofer.” His response is what she expected, so with a small huff, she takes off her jacket, tossing it away.

Her lower back is inevitably exposed, and guess who’s the first to see the tattoo? Dallas.

He rubs a hand over his face at the sight, mumbling curses under his breath. For several seconds, he does nothing but sit there, staring. His gaze locked on her back with pupils blown wide.

He’s the only one to notice, apparently, based on the fact nobody else has said a word — because we all know they would.

But the moment she’s bending over to grab a soda off the coffee table? He’s a goner.

“Fuck, man…” He murmurs softly, glancing away and adjusting his jeans ever so subtly. His hands find her hips the moment she’s near, tugging her between his legs without a second thought.

“Doll… what the hell is this?” He asks, smoothing a hand over the tattoo, fingers tracing the ridges.

“Oh, uhm, just a tattoo?” Lynn replies, feigning nonchalance with every bone in her body.

At the sound of her words, unfortunately, everyone in the room turns to her. Steve and Two-Bit quit wrestling, Soda stops being their referee, Pony looks up from his book and Johnny tears his gaze away from looking over his shoulder.

Lynn stares at them, her expression blank, as if such a predicament is normal.

“IS THAT A TATTOO??” A shocked Pony gasps, breaking the silence that had been hanging in the air like a taught string. That makes everyone run over, their voices overlapping as they all ask frantically about the new addition to her body.

“When did you get it?”

“Did it hurt?”

“Why the hell did you want it?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot….”

At that comment from Two-Bit, Dally stomps on his foot, the hand around Lynn’s waist tightening as the other man yelps.

The whole situation is… interesting, to say the least. She can’t help basking in the attention, showing the thing off with a wide grin.

“Yeah, it didn't hurt much. Which was kinda surprising, since the skin there’s supposed to be sensitive or somethin’. I wanna get more soon, but they’re damn expensive.”

All the while, Dally is watching from the couch, icy eyes locked onto her back.

Eventually, the commotion dies down, and Lynn takes her spot beside Dally, gaze stuck on the TV before her playing Mickey Mouse. But Dallas – of course – is still thinking of that goddamn tattoo. The way it looked on her skin, the design she’d chosen, the image of her laying on the table.

He can't quit thinking about it, and it’s driving him nuts. Why can’t his mind just let it go?

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From that point on, whenever he gets the chance, he lets his hands brush her lower back. Lynn doesn’t notice – at least, not until Johnny points it out.

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a/n: kinda hate this one ngl, but it’s whatever :P

⭑𓂃˗ˏˋ Modern Franny

+ gang hcs! ˎˊ˗𓂃⭑

Synopsis…! I was feeling writers block all because of this stupid idea being stuck in my mind 😓

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Franny Only:

She’d 100% listen to Nirvana, The Smiths, Slipknot, Radiohead, Destroy Boys, Cheap Perfume, Alex G, Mommy Long Legs, Bikini Kill, etc.

Would be the type of person to say “name five songs” to anyone wearing a band t-shirt — it pisses dally off to no end

Actually does really well in school, probably has straight A’s and has all her friends in and outside the gang begging at her feet for the Math answers

Also an honors English girl (like me;))

Whenever you search up “grunge bedroom” on Pinterest, her room would be the poster child for those vibes

To build off of that, her style would be a very balanced mix of “modern” grunge (even tho that’s not a thing and style has nothing to do with being grunge smh…) and “real” 90’s grunge

Wears a TON of jewelry — I’m talking rings, bracelets, necklaces, anything she can get her hands on

Coffee addict

Constantly taking Polaroids of her, her friends and the gang (she has a whole album dedicated to Johnny)

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Franny + The Gang

She and Dally cause too much trouble for their own good, the kinda people that draw on desks

On top of that, Dally draws dicks everywhere. Every. Single. Surface.

The gang would very much eat up that “hitting a lick” trend from 2022-2023

Seriously, there’d be stop signs and school bathroom mirrors on their living room walls

Whenever Paul visits the school (since he peaked in high school) Franny and Two-Bit throw shit at him — books, paper balls, water bottles, anything.

Two-Bit and Dally smoke weed together

Franny also has a suspicious love for the ICarly tv show (defo has a gibby tapestry)

She is also openly a VERY big romance movie fan. Flipped, Dinner in America, The Notebook and Juno are her favs

On the other hand, Dally and Darry both secretly love romance movies. One of them will make a subtle reference to one of the movies and they just look at each other with mutual respect for said reference

Franny is obsessed w Garfield, girly has the pants, shirts, mugs, posters, it’s scary. Weirds out Dally a lot, too, but Johnny thinks it’s cute

She and Johnny meet at their local small town drag race track (in this universe, her parents aren’t total assholes n Johnny was taken by CPS so they’ve both got less shitty parents) and hit it off immediately

To build off that, they get together a lot quicker

The gang all go on annual road trips together in Darry’s mom’s old minivan (that poor car has seen some shit)

Franny still makes fun of Steve

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a/n: guys I’ve fixed my writers block are you proud of me (I hope)

𐔌 . ⋮ Miracles .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

aka: The aftermath of Lynn gaining custody of Johnny!

Synopsis…! After a hectic trial, Lynn brings Johnny home to their apartment, emotions weighing heavily down on them

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The words of the Judge ring throughout her mind like a mantra:

“Ms. Dubois, you have been granted custody of Johnny Cade.”

The drive to their apartment is quiet, silence hanging between them like a treat over a puppy’s head. So many questions and thoughts run through Johnny’s mind, his heart beating wildly in his chest. It isn't until they arrive at the door, their bags in their hands, that it hits him – he’s free.

He’s no longer in the care of his parents, no longer forced to be in the middle of screaming matches, no longer being beaten over trivial mistakes.

Meanwhile, Lynn is sitting in terrified silence. She has zero idea how to take care of someone, even if he’s literally only two years younger than her. What if his teachers think he’s still being neglected? What if the neighbors call the cops, since she’s only eighteen?

Her thoughts run wild, coming up with every possible bad outcome of their current situation – when suddenly, a pair of arms encircle her middle.

Lynn is broken out of her haze and looks down, only to find a trembling Johnny clinging to her side.

“Thank you. For… for saving me.” He mumbles out, burying his face into her shoulder.

For a split second, she just sits there, shocked at his actions. But when his words register and she realizes what he’s saying, she wraps her arms back around him. Gentle hands cradle his head, allowing him to leave further into her body.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again, Johnnycakes. You got that?” She replies, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

They spend the next couple moments just standing there, embracing like two siblings reunited after years of being apart – which, in their own way, they are. Once Johnny and Lynn both are ready, they pull back, before heading into the apartment.

It’s a cozy space, with a decent sized kitchen and a living room connected to it, with windows overlooking the Tulsa skyline (which is really just run down houses on one side and fancy mansions on the other). They take their time exploring, taking in the space they can now call their own, before they claim each of their respective rooms.

After that’s out of the way, they get started with making the space their own. Pictures are hung on the walls – which are mainly Lynn’s old paintings and photographs from high school – blankets and pillows placed in the living room, candles set on tables, mugs placed in cabinets.

In Lynn’s room, she hangs up all her Elvis and Frank Sinatra posters, as well as her vinyls. Her record player is set up, as well as her small bookcase, her collection of horror movie VHS tapes, her perfume and makeup organized in her old vanity.

Johnny, on the other hand, doesn't have much. All he does is put up some old superhero posters Dally and Soda gave him and set out his comic books.

It’s quite saddening for Lynn, seeing him have so little. He never got the chance to have a childhood; he was too focused on surviving. He never got to do bakesales, go on field trips, hang out with friends. In short, he had nothing until Ponyboy and Dally came along.

But now, Lynn is determined to ensure he’s treated well, that he’s given all the love that he missed out on while in the custody of his parents.

At the end of the night, they curl up on the couch, watching The Creature From The Black Lagoon, Johnny tucked into her side. She smooths her hand over his hair in a comforting gesture, content with this new life brought upon her. Despite all of the burdens and responsibilities that come with it, she’s content.

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a/n: from now on, all my fics will be posted to my main acc, and I’ll link them on t.f.t.o.t. Community since the links never work 💔

⭑𓂃˗ˏˋ CARS AND STARS ˎˊ˗𓂃⭑

˗ˏˋ aka: when Johnny and Francis met! ˎˊ˗

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Synopsis…! one night, johnny sneaks around in an attempt to meet his idol, only to make a shocking discovery

Featuring…! @eepy-weepy-silly ‘s oc, Sergei Volkov!

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The breeze is soft and the night cool, as Johnny Cade sneaks quietly into the busy stands of the local drag racing arena. Dallas and Sergei follow behind him closely, glancing around to ensure nobody is following them. Once they’re in, they take their seats in the stands, trying to get the best possible position so they can actually see. Nights like this are important to Johnny, since racing is one of his favorite past times and very rarely does he get this good of seats.

They watch as the cars pull onto the track, lining up side by side, cheers roaring throughout the hundreds of greasers in the bleachers. Johnny’s eyes light up upon seeing his favorite racer — and his idol — stepping out of his car. Frank Turner, an infamous person in the Tulsa racing community. Nobody knows what he looks like nor his identity, only that he’s better than the rest. Cocky, arrogant, smug, all things that you wouldn’t expect Johnny to admire.

And yet, he does; quite significantly, to be totally honest. He watches with a grin on his lips as Frank waves to the crowd, a ski mask covering his whole head aside from a pair of smug eyes and an even more smug grin.

Johnny spends hours watching the cars speeding around the track, the sun falling over the treeline as time passes. As anticipated, Frank wins each one by a long shot. Cheers echo throughout the stadium each time he surpasses another racer, especially from Johnny.

However, halfway through the night, Sergei and Dallas run off, finding themselves bored and unamused, leaving Johnny alone. He doesn't mind, however, being content with watching by himself. That is, until the end of the festivities When everyone is leaving, Johnny finds himself desperately wishing to meet his beloved idol. So, he comes up with the bright idea to sneak down to the dugout. He knows it’ll be easy, considering the lack of security. It’s a local thing organized by greasers, for god’s sake, of course there’s no security…

Which is why Johnny now finds himself pressed against a wall, footsteps silent as the wind as he manages to sneak his way to the dugout where the racers hangout. The first sign that things are amiss is the fact there isn’t loud chatter, just two voices having a private conversation. Where the hell are the others? Shouldn’t all of the racers be hanging around, having fun? Alas, he presses on, determined to at least speak a word to his #1 idol.

The second sign, however, should’ve most definitely turned him away: the door leading to the back is completely ajar. Faint music plays behind it, alongside those two voices he heard earlier.

Now, him not seeing the third sign is purely him being an oblivious idiot: the female voice. Johnny doesn't notice it, not until he's pushing the door open, hoping to come face-to-face with this man he’s completely idolized —

— and is met with the face of a woman.

Before him stands a girl, leaning against the hood of Frank Turner’s car, his iconic ski mask and helmet sat on top of it. Beside her is Buck Merril, a cigarette between his fingers, now wearing an expression full of anger. The girl – who for some reason looks to be his age – has pure, terrified shock on her face. Both she and Buck can’t help but ask themselves, “how the hell did he get back here?!” It doesn't take Johnny long to connect the dots, and when he does, he can't keep himself from blurting out:

“I won't tell anyone! I swear!”

The girl simply stares at him, her expression softening at his promise of secrecy. Buck, however, steps up towards him, his brows furrowed and mouth set in a scowl.

“God fuckin’ damn, Johnny- You keep this shit secret, ya hear me, boy? Nobody can know ‘bout her. Not Dally, not Sergei, not fuckass Pony – no one.” His voice is practically a growl as he says this, his tone dripping in anger and frustration. He’s rightfully angry, this chick gets him a hell of a lotta money and he’s not giving that up just because some stupid kid saw who she really is; a greaser girl trying to make ends meet for her siblings.

“I-I promise I won’t tell anyone! Not a soul will know about this!” Johnny stammers out in reply, trembling hands held up in surrender. He glances between the girl and Buck, eyes full of fear, breaths shaky and labored.

Grumbling angrily under his breath, Buck stomps away, leaving Johnny and this random girl who he’s just discovered has been his idol for the past two years. The two stare at each other, wide eyed and confused, the only sound the chirping of crickets and rustle of the breeze. That is, until the girl breaks the silence.

“You seriously won't tell anyone?” She mutters, her voice carrying a pleading tone. Johnny doesn't realize it, but not only her own life and wellbeing but others’ as well rely on her racing job. If she couldn’t do this, she’d probably end up either dead or in the fucked up foster system.

For several moments, all he does is stare, before shakily nodding to her. He can see the way she relaxes, the way her shoulders go slack and her eyes soften. It suddenly hits him that he’s standing before his idol, she’s a girl, and she's speaking to him. Hell, at this point, it doesn't matter that she’s a chick, she's a hell of a good racer and he wants her autograph.

“Can I get your autograph..?” He suddenly blurts, cheeks flushing as he begins to regret his decision. But even as she’s replying, he feels embarrassed.

“D’you want my autograph or the autograph of the character I’ve created?” She says back, her accent making her smugness all the more prominent. She can’t help smirking at him, the cockiness of Frank Turner clearly the least fake part of his (lack of) existence.

Before Johnny has the chance to mumble out a reply, she’s grabbing a napkin and marker out of her pocket. He watches as she scribbles a couple words down on it, puts the cap back on the marker, shoves it in her pocket, then turns to him. Without another word spoken, she hands the napkin to him, grinning ear to ear.

“Have a good night, Johnny.” She drawls, grinning over her shoulder as she turns to walk off, boots crunching against the gravel road, her silhouette soon disappearing into the night. Johnny watches her go, the shock of it all still coursing through his veins, before looking down and reading what she wrote on the napkin;

“Call for a good time. . . just kidding. . . sort of ;)” Scribbled beside it? Not only a phone number, but the signatures of both Frank Turner and Francis Vendelini.

That night, Johnny calls the number, and when a feminine voice with a jersey accent replies, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his stomach – and unknowingly establishes one of the most important relationships of his life.

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a/n: reposting this here cuz the link won’t work💔

Lynetta Rose Cade-Dubois

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Nicknames: Lynn, Rose, Lynney, Netta

Age: 18 as of 1965, just after the book

Birthday: May 12th, 1948

Height: 5’6

Gender: Female, she/her

Sexuality: bi, no pref (yes I’m projecting)

Class: greaser

Faceclaim: Sophie Thatcher as Natalie in Yellowjackets

Relationship status: Not officially dating anyone, but being courted by Dallas Winston (i.e., she wears his ring on a necklace)

Friends: Dallas Winston, Steve Randle, Two-Bit Matthews, Angela Shepard

Personality: while she’s definitely similar to Dally — loud, unpredictable, flirty — she’s equally different; she’s thoughtful, smart, kind, gentle, several things he isn’t. Considering her maternal role towards Johnny, it makes sense that she’s softer. Sure, she teases him relentlessly, takes him out driving and goes to parties, but she’ll never not be there for him. She loves him to death, as does he.

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Oh, Lynn? My god, is she a sweetheart! She’s an oddly amazing guardian to Johnny, despite how she acts when we’re alone. Though, I can’t help but pity her. As much as she loves Johnny, she desperately wants to get outta Tulsa. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ran off one day with Dally.

My, oh, my, is that girl beautiful. She’s totally different from Johnny, with bright blonde waves, pale skin, but they’ve got the exact same eyes. I’m tellin’ you, they’ve both got a terrible case of puppy-dog eyes. For fuck’s sake, it’s like looking into space, I’ll say. And on toppa that, the girl’s got hella curves! A good chest, nice waist and a fuckin’ amazing ass!! It’s no wonder Dally likes her so much, she’s pretty as hell. Her lashes are so long and she somehow manages to do her makeup perfect every day, her face has a buncha freckles and markings, it’s so unfair…

Man, don’t get me started on her closet! She has the cutest jeans, the coolest t shirts, the sexiest tank tops — ugh, makes me jelly! And the cherry on top is the fact they’re all stolen from her dad! They’re actual vintage shit! Her outfits are always so good, I honestly might steal her whole closet sometime soon. Trust me, she dresses better than all the greasers I’ve ever met.

She and Dally are the two biggest idiots I know. They’re always gettin’ into trouble, drinking, all that junk. Though, they wouldn’t know each other if not for Johnny, so she owes him. I’ve never seen two people have as much chemistry as they do, which is saying a lot, if I’m being honest. She’s always sneaking off to the drive in with him and Steve or being annoying in gas stations. They also steal beer with Two-Bit sometimes.

— Angela Shepard, 1965

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“I don’t give a fuck about my reputation.

Living in the past, it’s a new generation.

A girl can do what she wants to do,

and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

— Lyn Odel, Cheap Perfume/Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

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“Netta? She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. If she hadn’t come along during the trial, I’d still be with my parents. But now I have her. I honestly don’t think I’d felt real familial love until she came along. From the get-go, she treated me like a person — not vermin on the street or a mistake. She’s real nice to me, especially when I’m flexible with her community college classes when they get in the way. I owe a lot to her.”

— Johnny Cade, 1965

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“Nah, man, Lynn is somethin’ else entirely. She’s sick, man, it’s amazin’. She goes along with me perfectly, always bein’ so fuckin’ insufferable, flirtin’ an’ bein’ all sassy n’ junk. Not that I’m complaining. But one thing that sows piss me off to hell is the way she looks at me — like I’m a fuckin’ saint or something. And to make things worse, she always ends my makin’ my stomach get all tingly when I’m with her! It sucks, ‘n I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me…”

— Dallas Winston, 1965

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“Lynn? She’s a hoot, I’ll tell ya! Whenever I’m at the D.X. with Soda, she drops us an extra couple bucks. I can’t help admiring her for how she treats Johnny, bein’ all motherly to him. She’s like a sister to me, to be frank. She ain’t all mean and bitchy like a lot of other girls, but she hasn’t got a stick up her ass like all the Soc girls. Whenever she’s out with me and Dal, she’s a riot, man!”

— Steve Randle, 1965

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“YOU’RE STARTING TO

LOOK PRETTY WEIRD.”

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DISCLAIMER: before you read her backstory, I’d like to preface this by saying that in her au (and Francis’), the events of the book were exaggerated by Pony to get a good grade. Bob’s murder did happen, but because of Randy’s and others’ testimonies (and plot armor), Johnny just got a slap on the wrist. There will be more context in her backstory:

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BACKSTORY:

Lynn grew up like any other greaser: poor, few meals, a lack of parental guidance. Sure, her folks were around physically, but that’s it. They didn’t cook or clean or work — just sat at home and did nothing. Thank god she’s an only child, or else she’d have gone through hell. All her life, she’d dreamt of leaving Tulsa, of going to college and making a name for herself. She did the best she could in school, earning good grades and respect. However, one night, it all changed.

One night, Johnny Cade accidentally kills a Soc named Bob Sheldon who tried drowning Ponyboy. For a couple days, they hid at Buck’s place with Dally, before inevitably turning themselves in. During the court process and trial, all of Bob’s friends testify against him, saying he tried killing Pony first. As a result, nobody gets jail time. However, one thing comes to light: Johnny’s living situation. The authorities acknowledge his abusive parents and inevitably take him away, but who should they give him to?

This is where Lynn comes in. She had just turned 18 by now and had been searching for apartments to live in, after saving for years. When she heard her baby cousin needed a place to stay, she took up the opportunity immediately. She’d babysat Johnny plenty as kids, before it all went to shit. But when she arrives at the apartment with Johnny in tow, she feels nothing but overwhelmed. She’s not a mother, she’s not a parental figure! What the hell is she supposed to do? Alas, there isn’t anything she can do now. Not that she’d ever give up Johnny, he doesn’t deserve that. Not after all he’s been through.

The one problem, however, is university. She’d been dreaming of going to college, of making it out, but with Johnny, she can’t. She takes up jobs, as does he, and they somehow make a decent amount between the two of them. At one point, after a particularly hard day, Lynn confesses to Johnny her dreams of going to college. How she wishes she could amount to something, get a good job, have a good life, and he feels that pain. He blurts out the first sentence he thinks of: community college. He tells her she should try taking classes there, since he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. So, they devise a plan: every other weekend, Lynn gets to take her community college classes while Johnny’s out with the gang. The situation brings them closer, their bond stronger than ever.

Over the next several months, the gang sees changes in Johnny. He’s gaining weight, looking happier, healthier. Lynn does everything she can to make sure he feels loved — buys him his favorite comic books, takes him out for dinner, watches his favorite movies. The one problem, however, is university. She’d been dreaming of going to college, of making it out, but with Johnny, she can’t. She takes up jobs, as does he, and they somehow make a decent amount between the two of them. At one point, after a particularly hard day, Lynn confesses to Johnny her dreams of going to college. How she wishes she could amount to something, get a good job, have a good life, and he feels that pain. He blurts out the first sentence he thinks of: community college. He tells her she should try taking classes there, since he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. So, they devise a plan: every other weekend, Lynn gets to take her community college classes while Johnny’s out with the gang. The situation brings them closer, their bond stronger than ever. one goal is to make him feel safe, and she does exactly that. But guess who’s the person that picks up on the difference the most? Dallas Winston. So, when one night Johnny invites him over, he expects to see some older woman bent over a stove, not some hot broad with a hell of an ass and skin like the moon. That night, the inevitable relationship between Lynn and Dallas is sparked, and over the months, the flame only grows larger.

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EXTRAS:

Likes: superhero’s of any kind, the smell of pancakes, photography, love songs, James Dean, candles that smell like honey or sandalwood, collecting vinyls, Frank Sinatra, men who wear deodorant, painting her nails, doing her makeup, sleeping in said makeup, journaling, scrapbooking, rodeos, the punk/grunge movement, dancing, late night drives.

Dislikes: tea, men’s cheap cologne, pretentious photographers, Bob Sheldon, annoying Socs, rude greasers, people who are mean to Johnny, un-punk people, stupid paintings, weird old men, cheap jewelry, drinking.

Interests: LOVES photography, hopes to go to school for it, collecting both mugs and vinyl, superhero comics that she reads with Johnny (his fav is spiderman, hers is Thor), collecting stupid looking stuffed animals, horror movies.

Favorite music: Frank Sinatra, the everly brothers, Led Zepplin, Beach Boys, The Mamas and the Papas

Body type: she’s got curves, as stated previously, but like with Franny, due to a lack of proper nutrition, they’re not at their full potential. Nice thighs, a nice ass, a nice rack, all properly balanced.

Opinions on Socs: For a while, she despised them. But as she matured and saw first hand some of the things they go through, she began to lay off them. Never did she pick fights with them, though, because she knows what they can do to greasers, but also women.

Mental Health: She’s doing… okay. Mentally, at least. Like, she’s not fully mentally alright but she’s also not harming herself (totally not projecting). She has moments where all she can do is cry or her chest just feels unbearably heavy, leaving her exhausted and drained and feeling like shit. Also probably has ADHD.

Random: eats like a teenage boy left home alone, if she wasn’t caring for Johnny, she’d only eat Mac and cheese and soda. Constantly collects little things, like soda tabs and cans. Names absolutely everything — plants, towels, items, anything she can and wants to. Has the coolest room ever, too, very big “mean older sibling grunge” kinda vibes, vinyls and posters littering the walls, dirty converse in the closet.

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a/n: ANOTHER ONE !!

Francis Lorraine Vendelini

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Nickname/s: Francie, Franny, Rainy

Age: Sixteen

Birthday: February 28th

Height: 5’4

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual, no pref

Class: Greaser

Faceclaim: nobody so far, dm if u have ideas!

Relationship status: single, but crushing on a certain someone… ;)

Personality: extremely temperamental and sassy, the kind of girl who doesn’t take bullshit from anybody — always ripping on people — cough cough, Steve — and causing unnecessary trouble. Confident, cocky, and careless on the surface, similar to Dallas. But when all those layers are stripped off, when it’s her in her most vulnerable state, she’s nothing but a shy, scared little kid who was forced to take on a parental role too early. Doesn’t stop her from being reckless and loud, though. Never did, never will.

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Franny’s a mystery, if I’m bein’ honest. Mean and loud and obnoxious one moment, quiet and contemplative the next. Can’t blame her. Life in Tulsa’s shit — most of the time, at least. It’s easy to disassociate yourself when things get to be too much.

She’s real pretty, considering she’s both grease and a girl. With a face that looks like it’s straight out of a Victorian painting and hair that could combat Ronnie Spector herself, she’s got it all. Most girls like her wear makeup that makes ‘em look like raccoons and act all mean. But Franny? She can’t afford that stuff, not with her siblings under wing. That’s why she has Two-Bit steal stuff for her. Her face is covered in freckles and little beauty marks, all across her nose and cheeks and arms that reminds me of splattered paint. Johnny says her grandmother called ‘em “angel kisses,” so she does too. She also always smells like coffee and leather for no explainable reason, considering the amount of cigarettes she smokes.

She never fails to out dress most of us. Stolen and handmade band shirts, roughed up jeans, leather jackets, denim jackets with patches all over ‘em, she’s got it all. The jewelry she wears, too, is pretty sick. All those silver rings and necklaces remind me of Dally… come to think of it, she probably stole some from him. I wouldn’t be surprised, she’s kind of a klepto.

Johnny is definitely her favorite, we all know it. They’re always together, laughing and smiling and causing trouble. Two-Bit tags along often, too, as well as Dally, which results in stealing and more trouble. However, the one moral she stands by to death is that she’ll never do something that would send her to prison. She can’t afford to, not withe her siblings in her custody. If she’s not around, they’ll have to fend for themselves. They’re her whole world.

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“Load up on guns,

and bring your friends,

it's fun to lose and to pretend.

She's over-bored and self assured,

oh no, I know a dirty word.”

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“Franny doesn’t take shit from anybody! She’s lived more lives than most, which in itself means more than one thing. Her whole being is messed up from what she’s been through, not unlike the other guys. She talks mean and fights dirty, but there’s still something… off about her. Like when nobody’s lookin’, she’ll get all quiet and have this weird look in her eye. And she probably doesn’t realize we see her flinchin.”

— Ponyboy Curtis, 1964

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“Oh, Franny? The girl’s a fuckin’ riot! She ain’t afraid to yell, steal, be a nuisance! Nice as hell, man, a breath of fresh air. At first, I thought she was some stupid broad, but now? I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s got somethin’ to her. She ain’t fake or bitchy or rude like all the other broads I’ve met in my time. A real nice chick, man. Got a nice ass, too.”

— Dallas “Dally” Winston, 1964

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“What’s Rainy like? Oh, man, I mean… she’s somethin’ else. She acts all tough and mean and wild with Dally and Two, and I know she has fun, but they don’t truly know her. They don’t see the way she cares about her baby brother and sister. They’ll never see it, and I think she’s okay with that. She always talks about gettin’ out of here, goin’ to college and makin’ a name for herself other than “low-life greaser.” They don’t know how she grew up, how she lives now. But she’s okay with it.”

— Johnny Cade, 1964

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“ONE DAY…”

I AM GONNA GROW WINGS.”

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BACKGROUND:

Francis, or “Franny” as her closest friends call her, grew up in Jersey. She’d lived with her mom and dad and younger siblings, but unfortunately, she didn’t have it easy. Abuse and neglect took place, leaving nasty scars that end up lasting her whole life. But when her painters finally got divorced, her mother didn’t hesitate to pack up and run off to Tulsa with her and her younger siblings. Despite how it should have been a fresh start, it was the opposite. Her mother’s drinking and lack of an emotional and physical presence made things more than difficult. For the first few months, it was hell — until Buck Merril found Franny on the street and took her in. He then gave her a job posing as a man at the local drag racing track under the alias of “Frank Turner.”

This is where Johnny Cade, the quiet and calculating greaser everyone seems to know, comes into play. Him, being a fan of drag racing, had idolized Francis, believing her to be a man — as everyone else had. One fateful night, he decided to sneak to the back of the track. He had been anticipating a nice interaction with his idol, only to find a girl his age leaning on a car, laughing at Buck’s jokes and smoking a cigarette. In a moment of disbelief, he couldn’t help gasping, drawing her and Buck’s attention to him. For a moment, she fears for her whole life, thinking he’d tell everyone she’s a woman and ruining her main source of income. That is, until Johnny blurts out in a shaky voice “I won’t tell! Honest!” From then on, they were best friends.

Eventually, she got to meet the gang — Darry, Ponyboy, Soda, Dallas, Two-Bit and Steve. She was adopted into their group easily, in spite of her being female. Dally, especially, took a (mainly perverted) liking to her. She, Johnny and Dallas became a little trio, with Two-Bit occasionally tagging along. However, she and Johnny were always the closest, to the point where his first thought after being kicked out was to go to Francis. She became his safe haven, and she was happy to provide him with such comfort. At the Curtis house, with Darry, Soda and Pony, she was always happy to help with cooking or cleaning. Sure, she has her own siblings, but a couple more couldn’t hurt, right?

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EXTRAS:

Likes: Snoopy/the peanuts Frank Sinatra, The Ronettes (don’t tell anyone), collecting vinyls, LOVESS pepsi, silver jewelry, cigarettes (she has no preference, she’ll take what she can get), diners, making fun of Steve, scented candles

Dislikes: Coke, Batman, uptight Socs, Snoopy haters, people who whine and complain 24/7, Bob Sheldon, music haters, people with no personality, Bob Sheldon, people who make fun of Johnny, Bob Sheldon, musk scented candles, milk, did I mention Bob Sheldon?

Interests: The peanuts, Cinema — specifically Frank Sinatra — music, the punk movement, the lore of Spider-Man, poetry (Pony put her on Robert Frost), books of all kind, George Orwell, women’s suffrage n shit.

Body Type: physically, she’s very strong, but due to being broke, she’s on the skinnier side. If she had three full meals a day, she’d have a bit more curves, similar to the Venus De Milos.

Friends: Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Matthews, Dallas Winston, Buck Merril.

Opinions on Socs: while she doesn’t purposefully pick fights with them, she also isn’t too kind. It mainly comes from a sense of jealousy — they get to have it all, while she and her friends are stuck with nothing. Though, if they’re nice to her, she’ll be nice right back. Bob Sheldon though? If he were to ever show his face to her, it’s on sight.

Mental Health: despite how she acts, all mean and rough, she’s struggling. Constantly keeping her thoughts and troubles to herself and never accepting help has lead to her having a lot of issues. She always puts out her cigarettes on her wrists or thighs, thinking nobody notices. On top of that, she and her siblings have undiagnosed ADHD and certain symptoms of Borderline.

Random: she knows ALL of the peanuts lore, in talking every little detail. Who’s best friends, who’s crushing on who, all of Snoopy’s siblings. Schroeder and Lucy are her favs (aside from snoopy). She is a MASSIVE coke hater, and she will til the day she dies. She also has an unhealthy love for Spider-Man and his lore. She speaks Italian to her siblings so they know it, but otherwise doesn’t, so when she does speak it in front of the gang, it’s always a spectacle.

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I’m new to this shit so criticism is okay! yall can dm me for writing tips, face claim ideas, if ur oc’s would be friends w mine, all that junk :))

I saw this and all I could think of was Darrel Curtis and his future newborn daughter (because he screams girl dad)

I have a head cannon that Darrel Curtis has a UNBRIDLED fear of needles, Like if he’s getting a shot he passes out upon just the sight of needles

The outsiders OCs I created because I had nothing better to do with my life.

Ladybird Jane Curtis

• 16 going on 17

• Sodapop’s twin sister

• Nicknames are Bird, Birdie, doll and Lady (but only Dallas call’s her Lady)

• was President of her school’s drama club until she had to drop out to help support her family after their parents died

•Great liar, the only one who can tell if she’s lying is Dally

•Secretly dated a soc (Randy) but broke up with him the night of her parents funeral

•She’s often the gang’s alibi because of her gift for lying (she’s gotten Dallas out of jail more times than she can count)

•Her and Two-bit are platonic besties (they watch Disney and Micky Mouse together a lot)

•works at the local 24 hour dinner with Sandy (before ya know, she cheated)

• fiercely protective of Ponyboy (she had to practically become his mom)

•idolizes Marilyn Monroe and Clara Bow (she loves old Hollywood)

•Smokes and will put her cigarettes in her rolled up sleeves for easy access but hates the taste of alcohol

• She’s her mom’s twin

• Has a unrealized crush on Dallas (they often flirt with one another while Silvia and Dally are broken up but Darrel often puts a stop to it)

• “My only sister Ladybird runs up to us, she’s Sodapop’s twin and pretty much the female version of him, beautiful and always positive, she has bombshell blonde hair and mom’s kind eyes, always looking at you like they’re is no one else in the world that she rather be looking at, but now her eyes are looking at me with horror. She despises the sight of blood or me being hurt, she treats me like a damn baby who is always hurt”

Book description of Ladybird aka Ladybird from Pony’s perspective

• I got inspired by Daisy Buchanan for her character description and design

Kathrine “Kitty” Lorraine Lebeau-Curtis

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• Darrel’s then gf turned wife by the end of the story

• Has a mom who in the nicest terms is a drunken a hole who is literally insane

• She’s short because she was oftentimes malnourished as a child and would be locked in a room with no food for days on end as punishments

• From Montgomery, Alabama but moved to Tulsa when she was 10 when her baby sister (Margaret) was found de@d in the bathtub and her mother’s reputation was ruined.

• Grew up on the soc side of town and was practically a soc for many of her teenage years but always hated how socs treated greasers

•Sews all of her own clothes and will fix the gang’s clothes as well (and she’s great at it)

• “Patiently” waiting for her mother to kick the bucket so she can sell her house (it’s a soc house so it would go for a lot) so she can help her husband out with the bills more (Darrel insists that she doesn’t need to do that for him but she doesn’t listen) it probably won’t take much longer for her to pass because of the amount of drügs she’s taking

• Works as a seamstress

• Was cheer captain back in high school and was damn good at it (her team won several national titles under her leadership and she owns several championship rings)

• Originally dated Paul Holden (that’s how she met Darry) but he was a horrible boyfriend who would often beat on her and belittle her, Darrel was the one who stood up for her and treated her like she was a person and not some doll to be tossed around, that’s one of the reasons why she fell in love with Darry

• Paul hates Darrel for “taking her away from him” when Darry literally was the only one who treated her like a person

• Darrel doesn’t know why she stayed with him (but he isn’t complaining)

• The gang’s mom

• Doesn’t smoke or drink (she has trauma from her mother burning her with cigarettes)

• Becomes her high school’s cheer coach by the end of the story (Cherry and Marcia idolize her)

• Worries about Darrel a lot (she thinks he’s over working himself too much)

•literally the original Cherry Valance

• “Darry’s girlfriend, Kathrine “Kitty” Lebeau was behind Birdie, she’s pretty short with strawberry blonde hair and deep sea blue eyes and a scar just underneath her lip from a cheerleading accident when she was 13. She’s the complete opposite of Darry, and a ex soc no less, but I still like her she’s a good cook and a good person to talk to. I don’t get why she wastes her time with Darry, she has her pick of the crop but still picks Darry.”

Book description of Kitty/ Pony’s pov of her

Tell me what y’all think!

Hey does anybody have The outsiders slime tutorial? Please share if you do.

Heyyyy!! can you do nsfw and sfw hcs for twobit pretty please😜💁🏽‍♀️

Two-Bit x Reader Headcannons 🎭

A/N: hi guys…😣 I apologize for my long absence, ive had a rough couple past months but that has nothing to do with yall so i wont dump on yall. I MISSED ALL OF YOU BABIES SO MUCH 🤗 I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS AND I LOVE YOU

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❥ You see him a drive-in, joking around with other greasers.

❥ Next thing you know, he trying to pull that "pull up a girls skirt" trick on you.

❥ But you see it coming and turn around quickly and grab his hands.

"Whatcha doing?" You quip. He looks stunned but quickly smiles. "You're a quick one, aren't you, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He's actually pretty cute. "You could say that...Keith, right?" He nods, "Call me Two-bit" he tells you. It's your turn to nod.

"Wanna makeout?" he asks as you both continue to look at eachother. His words shock you to the point, you let go of his hands. Two-bit busts out laughing, "Look at your face!  I got you to let go of my hands, little lady." He waves his hands up before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded. And a little hot in the cheeks.

❥ You don't see him again till you're walking around and see him getting into it with socs.

❥ You didn't want loop yourself in his fight so you waited around the corner. After hearing a couple punches, groans, and feet slapping the pavement.

❥ You peaked around the corner, cautiously. You had to make sure they we're actually gone, right? Or were you nervous to see Keith? Doesn't matter.

"Are you okay?"

"Could be better!"

❥ He let you take him back to your place to clean him up surprisingly.

❥ Sitting on his lap nervously because he insisted you needed to be closer to bandage his nose.

❥ Two-bit holding you by your waist so don't fall back (you weren't going to, but he liked holding you)

❥ You awkwardly asking him on a date while bandaging his last wound

"So this might be a bad time, because you might have concussion and all but wanna go out with me" You nervously whispered to him.

He gave you half a smile, "Of course, little lady"

❥ You guys start dating shortly after!

❥ Pulling pranks together as a couple!

❥ Movie nights watching mickey and eating

a whole chocolate cake

"Two, stop eating all the fucking cake..." you groaned as he took another big bite. "Maybe if you ear faster, you would have more" he playfully rebutdtaled. You picked up your fork with a big hunk of cake and swiped it down his shirt. He put on a fake shocked face before smiling "You're on, little lady"

❥ Having playdates with his little sister

❥ Him calling you his favorite girl all the time

❥ Him goofily asking for kisses by saying "Lay one on me, sweets"

❥ Making him lunch because cooking is your love language

❥ Him always paying for your meals when yall go out because he insists.

❥ You, Him and Dally getting drunk off yalls asses and hanging out.

❥ Him stealing magazines and other stuff you like from the store.

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❥ He's a switch (Mostly Dom)

❥ Him putting you into mating press so you can feel him as deep as you can

❥ Him fingering you as you bitch and whine for his cock.

Two-bit fingers slightly curl as he thrusts them inside your wet cunt. "K-keith, fuck please" you mewl as you grabbed his arm for support. "Need you so bad, want your cock" you continue as he makes your orgasm approach for about the 3rd time with just his fingers.

❥ Taking dirty polaroids for him to keep in his wallet

❥ Him going into full sub mode when you ride him because of how good it feels.

"Fuck, baby keep going just like that" Two moaned as you grind against him. You smiled down at him as you continued. "Let me cum, please, ill be good. I swear it."

❥ Him slowly kissing up your chest to your neck when he pushes into you.

❥ Begging him to go faster as he teases you with slow strokes

"Please go faster, i need it so bad. Your cock feels so good, Keith"            

"Yea? you gonna be a good slut for me?"

❥ Him overstimulating you to the point of tears giving you head.

❥ Hair pulling...from the both of you!

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A/N: my birthday is coming up on the 30th so if any of yall are good editors, would you mind editing me? 😣 reply here and ill give you my insta 🤗

A/N: Hey pookies! I haven't done a preference in a while so I decided to switch it up a bit. My request box is always open and I love you guys! <3

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Sodapop:

Dom - "Keep looking at me, look at me while I fuck you"

Sub - "mommy, please. ill do anything for you to touch me, anything,"

Darry:

Dom: "C'mon honey, make a mess all over me."

Sub: "Im all yours. No one can make me feel like this. Mm."

Johnny:

Dom - "You sound so pretty, taking me so well too"

Sub - Ill be good for you, please touch me.

Dallas:

Dom - "You're so pretty when I fuck you, baby. You wanna cum for me, don't you?"

Sub - Please don't make me beg, sweetheart. *20 mins of edging later* Fuck...Please doll."

Two-bit:

Dom - "You like that, sweets? You're such a good girl, its all for you."

Sub - "Please keep going...just like that. feels so good *whimpers*"

Steve:

Dom - "Nobody can fuck you like this, only me. Keep saying my name like that"

Sub - " Im sorry. I wanna cum...please let me cum."

you just did a soda with a mommy kink… now i want dally 🙏 doesn’t even have to be mommy i’m just CRAVING submissive dally! maybe reader and him could be out and dal’s all tough until they get home 🤭🤭

Word Count: 1364

A/N: Hey pookies. Im back!!! Hope yall enjoy this chapter. it came out longer than I usually write so I hope you enjoy <3 Requests always open and I love you guys!

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The party music only seemed to get louder as I sipped my drink. I had no intention of getting drunk. It was a party at bucks right below Dallas's room and it was keeping me up. Dally was already down here, drinking his ass off and probably gambling. There was only a matter of time before I had to reel him in. One thing about him is that he got ballsy when he was tipsy

I checked the time and it was 2:00 am already. Cigarette and alcohol lingered in the air, probably getting everyone if not already, slightly high. My eyes scanned the room before situating them on Dally, at a pool table. I started at his hard expression that was clearly pissed off. Its time. I rose to my feet and shuffled through the packed party to get to him. "Dal, its time to go up." I spoke, touching his arm slightly.

Dallas's arm shook off my hand before looking at me with a challenging look. "I'll come up when I come up" My eyebrows knitted closely together as my face twisted with annoyance. "Dallas-" I spoke his name again with more confidence. "Can you just let me enjoy my time down here-fuckin suffocating me all the time." I looked at him with a sarcastic smile before leaning into his neck.

I pressed my lips to his pale skin, sucking ever so slightly before biting down harshly to make a bruise. I pull away and search his face for a expression. His eyes find mine in pure desperation, mercy, and begging. My lips tugged in both corners as my hand found its way to his neck, my thumb rubbing the bruise forming. "You like when I mark you up? Don't you?"

His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, supplying me with my answer. "You're definitely not leaving the bed tonight so get ready." My hand resting on his neck, slowly raked down his chest before I turned on my heel to make my way upstairs. Liquid courage always bites him in the ass.

His footsteps pattered behind me quickly, as I continued to walk. Once we got into our room I pulled Dallas into me, his toned stomach flush against mine. Our lips connect and I start to tease the waistband of his underwear. He sighed, thinking that he would get rewarded for his behavior. Stupid "Get on your knees, pretty boy"

Dallas complied and looked up at me. "You're so pathetic, baby. Acting like you're such a man but turning into a whore when you come here with me. " I tutted. Dallas let out a muffled grunt as he shifted on the floor. "Please help me. I need you" his voice was low and desperate. It sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears honestly.

I smiled at him before grabbing his chin and making him look at me in the eyes. "Prove it." Dallas nodded. His lips captured the skin of my shin, they slowly moved till they reach my upper thigh. "Can I take them off, sweetheart. Please?" Begging.

"Do you think you deserve that?" I feigned confusion. He lifted his head with furrowed brows.

"Please, don't make me beg. Im sorry, I need it."

Satisfaction painted my expression. He relaxed a bit, knowing what the look meant. I was gonna give him something...anything. It was like throwing a dog a bone. "Go ahead"

The metal of the button of my buttons clinked as urged to get them open. He tugged them down roughly, damn near giving me fucking friction burns. Dallas's mouth immediately founds it way to me, tonguing me over my underwear. "Fuck. Thats good, baby" I moaned.

The tip of his tongue hit my clit perfectly through the cloth, making me groan. I threw back my head against the door. A hand snaked between me and the door, bringing down on his mouth further. Praise spill from my mouth as I felt hypnotized by his wet muscle. His other hand came to my aching clit, starting to rub fast circle.

He ate me out like his life depended on it, only coming up to take quick breaths. My moans only encouraged him to go faster.

"Shit, Dally, yes, such a good boy."

I pulled him back by his hair to look at him. He looked completely pussy-drunk, eyes dazed and my arousal shining off the lower half of his face. "You're such a pretty boy, Dally. Its a shame you're not a good boy most of the time." I feigned a fake sympathy face before pushing his face back between my thighs.

I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. His tongue wrapped around my clit and sucked as his fingers came to my entrance, teasing me. "Don't tease." His middle finger entered me almost immediately, making me groan loudly. My moans spewed him on, another finger pushing into me.

"You love eating my pussy, don't you? Say it for me."

He pulled back himself this time, "I love eating your pussy. I want you to cum. I need it, sweetheart"

I felt my peak get closer hearing his pleas. My hand founds its way to his hair pushing him closer to me. My hips bucked into his face, grinding harder and harder. My orgasm crash over me soon after, making me cry out.

I released his hair after pulling him away. "Get up. Dallas got up quickly. My lips found his immediately, my tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen it quickly. We both pulled away breathless. "Take off your clothes for me" I whispered against his lips.

Dally stepped back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, pants and lastly underwear. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him, connecting our lips once again. "What do you want? Be a good boy and use your words. He groaned softly at my  choice of words

"I need to be inside of you, Please."

I told him to flip us over till I was on my back. "Always feels so good. Can I move, please?" He whispered into my ear as he pushed in. "Mhm." His hands grasped my hips as he pulled them flush against him. He let out a content sigh. "Fuck."

Dallas rocks into me, making me feel every part of his cock. "Go faster for me, baby" I told him. He whimpered and complied. "Shit, you feel so good." I pull him down to press my lips to his neck, giving him new marks. "You like that? I didn't forget about earlier, you're not coming yet.

His blissful expression dropped quickly as my words sunk in.

I could tell that he was close by the way his cock throb inside of me. The room was filled of sounds of slapping skin and moans. It almost feels addictive the way Im just taking him in. I felt him thrust particularly harder, making moan out. "You're so handsome when you're desperate, Dally"

He groaned. "Please say my name like that again. Can I cum?"  I shook my head and gave him a sarcastic pout. "Aw poor baby. All pent up. Well you should've thought about that before" His mouth came down to my chest, starting to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My orgasm approached as my moans got raspier and breathless.

I brought my hand down to me clit, rubbing fast circle on the aching bundle of nerves. "Gonna cum. You're doing so good" It only took a couple more thrust before I came, make me grip his biceps. "I need to-" he tried to get out before I interrupted. "Beg"

His thrusts don't halt as he repeats the word "please" to me in a effort. "Not good enough, baby. Cmon I know you can do it." I brought him back down to kiss down his jaw once again. "I love you. Im sorry, I won't do it again. I s-swear. oh fuck. I wont-"

"Cum for me." I whispered.

He buried himself into me at a hilt before shooting thick ribbons of cum into me. " Thank you! Thank you!"

Such good manners.

Could u do a Darry x Tim x Reader where they have a threesome or their in a poly relationship and it's just a super smutty oneshot?! Ty!!

Word Count: 1077

A/N: Another request!! You guy's probably didn't know but I write for Tim too. Hope yall enjoy this!! My request box is always open. Love you guys. <3

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"Fuck" I sighed as Darry and Tim stood infront me. I was sleeping with them both but I didn't think they would find out. "So you weren't gonna tell us" Darry asked me. I shrugged at him "You think I was gonna tell you that I was fucking you both. Tim rolled his eyes "Watch your tone"

I let out a laugh "Tim, why so strict?" Him and Darry looked like they wanted to murder me to be honest but I ignored it. "Why did you even come here. Am I supposed to feel apologize or feel s-" Tim's hand came across my throat lightly. "You will when were done with you, sweetheart" I whimpered at his promise. He pulled me into a rough kiss.

Darry came behind me, grabbing my waist. I felt the hem on get tugged up by Darry. I was left in my bra as Darry ran his hands over my body. Tim brought a hand level to my face and parted my lips with his thumb. I accepted his thumb immediately, taking the whole thing in my mouth.

A moan left my mouth as I felt Darrys hand slip into my pants past my underwear, ghosting across my clit. Tim pulled me into a feverish kiss, tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately. Darrys hand started to slowly rub my clit making me whine. I pulled away from Tim for a second "Please faster Dar" He gave me an almost immediate "No"

Tears welt in my eyes at the teasing. They were doing it on purpose. I felt myself at pulled back into the kiss by Tim as Darry continued his actions. "Y'know this can be so much better if you just say sorry, baby" Darry whispered to me. He started to kiss my neck as his hand trailed down to my sopping hole. His fingers teased my entrance before pushing in one finger.

Darry pumped his finger in and out as he continued to kiss my neck. Tim continued to kiss me until we were breathless. "Fuck me please" I breathed out to them. They halted there movements and looked at me. "Shes begging now, Darry. Does she deserve it just yet?" He talked like I wasn't even there. Darry looked at my desperate expression, hoping they would help me. "No. Make her work for it"

"Get on your knees for us" Tim said as I nodded and sunk down. They unbuckled their belts and pants as I waited with a pout on my face. I pulled down their pants for them and started to palm them through their boxers. They groaned as I pulled their cocks out and stroked them slowly, smiling up at them. I took Darry's tip in my mouth as I continued to pump Tim.

I pulled off him "You like that?" He nodded before grabbing my hair lightly and pushing me down on his cock more, my nose almost resting against his skin. "Yea, Keep going hun." Tim moaned as he started to guide my hand faster. My hips bucked against nothing as I got even wetter. A hand pulled me back by my hair.

Fuck. Tims hand pulled my down on his cock next, spit bubbling at the corners of my mouth. I pulled him out with a pop, then stroking them both at the same time again. "Cum for me. Please" I pleaded. They shook their heads "We wanna cum inside you sweetheart"!

Tim gripped my chin and pulled me up. Once I was back up, he kissed me quickly before Darry pulled me into a kiss after. He pulled us over to the bed as we continued to kiss. Darrys back hit the bedspread as I got on top of him. "You gonna take us like a good girl?" He asked me. Us? Oh Fuck.

I felt Darrys tip prod my hole before pushing into me. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as he brought his hands to my hip and moved me up and down on him. I cried out, tears threatening to spill from pleasure. "I know hun, I know" he comforted me. As I got used to the feeling, I felt Tim behind me. He started to leave hickeys on me I continued to ride Darry.

His hand came over my shoulder to rub my throbbing clit, making me moan, loudly. "You look so gorgeous, baby" he whispered praises in my ear as my orgasm came closer. "Im gonna cum. Please let me cum" Darry laughed at my pleas "Cum for us. Were not done tho" I nodded, showing him my understanding. I felt my peak wash over me as I saw stars. "Oh Shit." Moans of their names repeatedly came from my mouth as I rode out my high.

I whimpered as I felt Darry starting to move me again. My legs shook but I needed more. Tim spit on his thumb before bringing it down to my puckered hole, preparing me. He pushed his cock into me, doubling my pleasure. They stopped for second to let me adjust before absolutely wrecking me. They thrusted into me at brutal pace. "Feels so good. D-don't stop" I pleaded to them.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I braced my hands on Darrys chest. Tim brought his hand forward to pinch my nipples. "Fuck. I-im sorry." I whispered in-between moans. Darry grinned as he heard me finally say it. "What was that hun." I moaned, completely fucked out. "Im sorry. So sorry. Oh my god." I almost yelled. "Aww. Thank you for the apology, sweetheart" Tim said to me, smirk apparent in his voice.

"Anything for you. Mm" my voice was breathless and weak. I felt their eyes fixated on me, making me feel special and loved.

I felt my second orgasm crash down on me suddenly, without warning as I screamed from the pleasure. My nails scratched down Darrys chest. "Cumming." I groaned out, quietly. Their thrusts continued as they chased their own peak. "Gonna cum all inside you baby." and "You're gonna love it, hun" came from them as they painted my insides.

My body slumped down, my tiredness coming out. They both pulled out of me and caressed me softly as they laid me down in the middle of my bed. "We love you, always" I smiled even in my dazed state, "I love you guys too"

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A/N: This was a request so I hope you enjoy. I haven't written fluff in a while so im sorry if it's rough. My request box is always open and I love you guys <3

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"Move asshole" I groaned as Steve sat next to me on the couch. He rolled his eyes, remaining in my space. "You're being such a B-" A loud voice came roaring from the kitchen, almost causing a echo through out the Curtis house. " Language, Steve!" Darry. I laughed at Steve getting called out by Darry. My laugh was hard to miss causing Darry to tell me to shut up too.

Ive known the gang for a long time, especially with Dallas being my brother. Most people think that he must have such a soft spot for me but truth is he's still him. Annoying as shit just in big brother form. Me and Steve never got along. He always acted weird towards me for no reason and I just return the favor.

I stuck my middle finger up to Steve and kicked him off the couch, causing a loud thud. "What the hell was that?" Soda exclaimed from the hallway. "I kicked the cow off the couch" I exclaimed with a laugh. Two-bit who was sitting on the floor with a beer busted out laughing with me. Steve pulled himself off the floor, mumbling something as he walked over to Soda.

It seemed like we could never go day without arguing or a fight. We even fight at the Dx while working: "Thats not how you're supposed to restock those." Steve said from behind me. I shrugged acting like I didn't feel his breath on my neck from how close he was. "Seems right to me. Leave me be, Randle." I continued to restock the candy till I felt Steve grab my hand and spin me around.

"You're still doing it wrong" his voice got lower, as he had me again the wall. I rolled my eyes. Men are so sensitive... "Really? All this over restocking candy? Get a grip, Steven" I spit my words like they were poison. "Screw you, Winston" I laughed at his words as he let go and walked away.

We kept our distance for the most part but it tends to get hard when the whole gang wants to hang out together. And when we run into each-other randomly. Sometimes I don't even get the point of why we're arguing we just do.

One thing is that we both know when something too far, subjects that are off limits. Its almost as if that we are protective of each other's feelings in a way.

Dallas and Soda live for the drama but sometimes even they get fed up. Once, me and him were arguing about whether Steves tattoo is dumb or not. It is. Dallas came over smacked the back of our heads and said "Do you guy ever shut the hell up?" then walked out. I was absolutely flabbergasted at that.

Even tho were "enemies" as Steve calls it, Ive wondered what it would be like if we weren't. If he hadn't acted like a asshole all the time, I wouldn't be one too.

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It was my shift at the Dx. Today was Sodas off day so I was left with Steve. He was nagging at everything I was doing. "You're doing it wrong" , "Shut the hell up, Randle" , "Ive worked here longer than you", and "And yet, I'm still better at my job than you'll ever be" were being thrown across the room. After I said my last words, I walked into the back to get away from him. God, he is insufferable!

After about five minutes, I heard the storage room open. I rolled my eyes for the 5th time this  shift because I knew who it was. "Can you do your job" Steve said to me. I flipped him off and got up, stepping in front of him. "Can you stop running your mouth, asshole?" I pushed him lightly. He looked unamused as I pushed him again.

He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing my wrist and backing me up into the same wall as last time. Unbelievable...I scoffed at him "How many times are you gonna push me against this wall before you actually do something? You're a pussy." He scanned my face, examining my reaction.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds, like we were unable to speak. Once we made, eye contact it was over, his lips desperately attaching to mine. My arms came around his shoulders making him pull into me more. I felt myself being lifted lightly off the ground as Steves hands went down to my waist, signaling for me to wrap my legs around him.

Our kiss was fierce and filled with pure ecstasy, making our feelings that were always hate into love. Or thats what we thought at first but they were always love, it just felt like it needed to be hate because it couldn't be expressed well enough yet. It feels better to be on right side of it now.

We pulled away breathless, my teeth lightly catching lip bottom left before it truly ended. My head fell down to his chest, laughing as I realized what we had just done. When I looked back up, I was met with his smirking face. "I hate you so much, Randle." I joked.

Steve pulled me into another kiss, his hand coming to my face to deepen it. " Y'know, Ive liked you since we were kids. I just didn't know how to express it. I want to apologize for the past few years. Let me take you out, to make up for it?" He said looking down ashamed. 

I smiled at his words. "I forgive you, I guess. Now kiss me." For once, we actually had a good conversation.

PLEASE DO DATING JOHNNY CADE NSFW AND SFW 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Johnny x Reader Headcannons 🔮🔮

A/N: I got multiple requests for headcannons with Johnny so here you go!! I hope you enjoy. My request box is always open. Love you guys <3

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❥ You two met at the drive in. He was there with Pony and and you were there alone.

❥ He bumped into you on accident, and started to apologize. He was sweet and you had seen him around town before so you kept talking.

❥ You guys surprisingly had a longer conversation than you thought and he offered to walk you home.

❥ You talked the entire way there and it ended with him getting a kiss on the cheek and your number

"Call anytime, ...." you waited for his response. "Oh. Johnny Cade." he responded hurriedly. You smiled. "Call anytime Johnny" You kissed his cheek and went into your house with a wave.

❥ You two hung out more and more until he asked you out. He asked to take you out to the dingo.

❥ Him asking Dallas for tips but ended up not listening bc it was terrible advice

❥ The date went well and he asked you on second one, even more nervously than he did the first time.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a second date" he looked into your eyes searching for a answer." You leaned into him, your lips ghosting against his. "Yea I do" you replied quietly before connecting your lips.

❥ Once you started dating, Johnny was nothing but a gentleman.

❥ Hes absolutely obsessed with you

❥ Stargazing at the lot together

❥ Cleaning him up if he gets jumped

❥ You leaving lipstick/lip gloss marks on his cheek and him "secretly" loving it.

You're applying your usual lipgloss/lip stick on your lips while Johnny is sitting on your bed watching you, mesmerized. "You like it?" you asked, turning to face him. "Yea" he responded, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as I sat on his lap. His hands found their way to my waist quickly. I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiling as the mark formed.

"Baby-" he started. "the boys are gonna see it. I know but you never wipe it off tho" you laughed as he turned his head.

❥ Ponyboy complaining about you two being affectionate infront of him

❥ Making out pretty much whenever you're alone.

❥ Dallas teasing you two all the time

❥ Modeling your outfits for him because he likes when you show off for him

❥ Taking polaroids of him <3

❥ Him lacing your tennis shoes or strapping your heels/flats for you (your preference)

❥ His love language is words of affirmation so he gives you compliments all the time

"You look gorgeous today, baby" he whispered into your ear, making you blush. "You tell me that everyday tho..."

❥ Him giving you ideas on how to style your hair/braids (for us black girls <3)

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❥ He's honestly a switch

❥ He worships your body every time you get undressed for him.

You had just pulled off your underwear and bra as Johnny kissed all over your body. His soft lips giving you a blissful sensation on your skin. "Y'know how pretty you look?" He sucked a hickey on your stomach as you groaned at the feeling. "I'd do anything for you, baby. You're everything."

❥ He whimpers when you praise him

❥ He takes charge when he gets stressed

❥ He likes to lie you on your back and pin your hands above your head while rolls his hip into you.

❥ He loves when you ride him to the point where he get overstimulated.

You brought yourself up and down on Johnnys cock. His moans getting raspier and louder as you kept going. It was a sweet and sensual pace making everything feel 10x better. He threw his head back, moaning loudly as he came for 3rd time for tonight. "You want more? Can you take it" You asked in a whisper.

He weakly nodded before whispering "I can take it. I wanna take it. Keep going" You started to roll your hips against him as he whimpered slightly.

❥ Him holding you close as he pushes into you, making your eyes roll back.

❥ Him laying his head on your thighs as he lazily eats you out.

❥ Will kiss you no matter what during

Your mouth was on Johnny's cock, his hand stroking your hair as you took him down your throat. You felt his hand lightly grab your chin pulling you up into a kiss. When you pulled away, he look at you lovingly "You look so pretty. Please keep going for me" You were even more worked up now.

❥ Whispers how much he loves and adores after he overstimulated you to the point you saw stars.

❥ Holds your hand when he pushes into you the first time.

girly come back plz =(

i never left pookie. there’s an update coming in a couple days so don’t worry 😋 my request box is always open <3

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

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❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

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❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

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