authors note: go check out her blog!! she posts outsider related things too and they’re very fun to read :3 i was answering the ask then accidentally posted it, ended up deleting it so that’s why it doesn’t show the actual ask. sorry about that and not posting yesterday! anyways, enjoy 💗
word count: 0.9k
warnings: cussing, smoking, slightly suggestive parts, wounds, fighting
probably obvious but he protects you with his life
this isn’t necessarily a dating headcannon, but he’s brutally honest so if you ask him something he’ll always tell the truth, unless it’s to run away from the cops or something
whenever he gets arrested for something, you always bail him out since you’re his emergency contact
after he gets into a fight and has wounds, you always patch him up even if he doesn’t want you to
he actually appreciates it a lot and sees it as a very intimate situation since he’s vulnerable at the moment
he’ll also steal random shit for you, you scold him but love how he’s thoughtful enough to get you those things
he’ll smoke sometimes but tries not to as much when he’s around you, he knows you hate the smell and the smoke in general
once, you got him a few presents since the two of you were dating for a year and one of the presents was a bracelet
you made it for him and you had a matching one, he scoffed but thanked you anyways
it seemed like he didn’t care, that he thought it was stupid, but he wore it every day forward and thought it was the cutest thing ever
it always reminds him of you, so when he gets arrested and has to stay for a bit, he has a part of you with him
a lot of late night drives since he has trouble sleeping, normally goes to bed around 1-3 in the morning, sometimes later
he’ll randomly call you and ask, “hey doll, wanna go for a drive? i can pick you up..” talking quietly since you probably got woken up
you’d complain for a bit before getting up and dressed, he’s already on his way to your house
the two of you would be quiet on the drive, he’d park somewhere random since you suggested the two of you could look at the stars
he didn’t think much of the stars, nor the moon, but when he saw you looking up with interest, he could only keep his eyes on you
normally has an arm around your shoulder in a protective gesture, when you’re walking down the streets and he’s smiling, laughing and talking to you
he knows he’s in deep shit when you just call him ‘dallas’ and don’t say anything else
then he figures out you just wanted him to try the cupcakes you made
speaking of baking, he’s the guinea pig and is always trying out sweets you make
he’ll tell you if something tastes off or if something tastes amazing, but will normally eat it even if it doesn’t taste the best
he just loves it when you put your head on his chest, trying to sleep while he thinks about how lucky he is to have you :3
you get all blushy when he’s shirtless and he teases you about it constantly
he just loves seeing you get flustered seeing him literally do nothing
he’ll compliment and thank you you whether it’s about your looks, outfit, something you did for him, etc
you’ll wear an outfit he likes and he’ll compliment you, mumbling, “your outfit looks real nice today, doll” while putting his hands on your hips, kissing your neck
if you’re cold and in public then tell him, he asks “baby, why didn’t you bring your jacket?” but gives you his jacket anyway
if someone’s hitting on you, he goes behind you and kisses your cheek, saying “hey doll… oh, who’s this?” and when you look back at the person he stares them down
if you’re cooking or baking, something like that, he’ll go up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist
sometimes he’ll randomly start kissing you, then it turns to making out
occasionally, he’ll actually pay for food when the two of you go out to eat
he’ll share food with you if you’re hungry, not before rolling his eyes though
he’s actually more than willing to give you food
when he’s genuinely concerned about you, he’ll look at you with the cutest eyes ever, pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead, telling you it’ll be alright
when he’s bored or just wants to see you, he’ll walk to your house if it’s not that far away
then he’ll climb up to the second floor, where your room is and tap on your window
sometimes he’ll sleep over and curl up into your side
your heartbeat calms him down but he would never tell anyone that
when you’re sad or upset about something, he doesn’t really know how to comfort you besides telling you you’re amazing and perfect, rubbing your back and giving you reassuring kisses
then he’ll take you out to a fast food place or restaurant
if the two of you eat sour patch kids, he says he hates the blue ones and they taste like shit, he’ll give them to you even though he actually likes it
authors note: sorry this was short! i hope it wasn’t too basic 💗
Separate please!!
The gang reacting to the youngest of them,reader probably 12, who's usually tough and never crying or showing tons of emotion besides energetic choas, hiding alone and sobbing? Like full on sobbing tears and snotty.
authors note: this preference is strictly platonic, so absolutely no romance between reader and the gang. i’ll work on another request later today! anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for sending this ask! 💗
includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve
word count: 2.5k
warnings: cussing, fighting, lying, stealing, smoking, talks of depression and suicide, death
PONYBOY CURTIS
when pony was in eighth grade and you were in fifth, the two of you went to the same school
he always knew you were smart, like him, but made irrational and stupid decisions
sometimes you rushed through things, you were stubborn and hardly showed emotion to anyone
the two of you started hanging out, and he invited you to be with the gang when you became older, in sixth grade
you were known to get good grades, no one knew how you did it and everyone suspected you were cheating
you were. you stole, lied, smoked, dated, fought, etc
pony knew this, him and his brothers would always manage to get you out of trouble since you were young and didn’t have good parental figures
until you got into a fight with a soc in your class, who bullied you relentlessly
you broke her femur and the police were called, and you weirdly enough and unreasonably were let go
you walked to pony’s house since you stayed there, you knew your parents didn’t give a shit about whether you were with them or not
pony and his brothers greeted you, you gave them a quiet “hello” and walked to the bathroom
they realized something must’ve been wrong since you were normally energetic, but you were quiet
as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, you started bawling
you wondered why you hurt that girl, why you did all the bad things you did, how you were sorry, and how all you wanted was for someone to care for you enough to discipline you
pony heard your cries and knocked on the door, asking “hey, y/n..? i know you’re probably not doing the best right now but can we talk? i think you really should—”
you opened the door, just for pony to see your face red and your shaking body, struggling to make eye contact
he slightly crouched down to your level, saying “hey.. how about we go to my room so we get privacy and maybe we can talk about what’s happening? okay?”
you nodded and walked with him to his room, closing the door behind you
you sat on his bed and he sat next to you, he asked you what’s going on since you never cry and always seem fine
you answered with, “i-i don’t know what’s wrong with me and why i’m so fucked up.. i’ve done terrible things and i don’t know why im just realizing it now— i broke that girls damn arm, that’s too far. she-she hardly even did anything..” and pony listened the whole time
he told you “you’re not a bad person for doing those things, and everyone makes mistakes, it’s fine. you’re a kid, still learning, hell, i’m still learning. you can’t take back what you did, but you can always do better in the future..” he hugged you but you were still crying
he soothingly rubbed your back and grabbed your favorite book, that he bought so he could read to you
you lay down on his bed, still sniffling and zoned out
he lay on the bed and started reading to you
he saw your eyes fluttering and closing, causing you to fall asleep
he then realized you were going through much more than anyone knew, more than anyone should go through, especially at your age
he looked at you, fast asleep with tear marks on your cheeks
JOHNNY CADE
he knew you as the young one in the gang, who was undoubtedly the most reckless one
you fought, smoked, drank, etc
you were loud, could sometimes get annoying, and the most stubborn person he has ever met
and one day your fighting went too far, to the point of being hospitalized
some random kid started swinging at you, so you swung back and one of his friends fucking shot you
a car passed by and took you in, driving you to the nearest hospital
after the surgery, you no longer had a bullet in your chest, which was dangerously near your heart
you were lucky to survive, but you didn’t think that
the gang came to visit you, johnny was the first one
he came into your room, hearing sniffles and gasps of air, you were having a panic attack
he didn’t even know you had those, so he walked in and calmed you down
talking to you softly and comforting words helped you ground yourself
but you were still sniffling, tears still streaming down your face, saying, “i always wanted to die, johnny. i didn’t wanna live anymore, there was no point, why do i have hope now?”
johnny knew how you felt, but didn’t say it
he knew deep down that you would be able to deal with it, and tomorrow you would act like nothing had happened
but he just sat down on your bed, and you talked to each other about the others problems
he said people would mourn your death, and you’re too young to leave
you understood and said you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he went to the store and got you some candy and a get better card
SODAPOP CURTIS
since you were always an energetic child, people never thought you had any problems
you were sitting on a bench once, near the lot
you hoped no one would see you, you were out in the open since you didn’t know where to go
none of the curtis brothers were home and your parents didn’t care enough to let you in the house
you didn’t know why you were crying, you just were and you didn’t have a reason for it
you just couldn’t identify why you were feeling how you were feeling
staring at the grass, you mumbled “stop crying,” put your head in your hands, and again, mumbled, “stop crying..”
your leg was bouncing since you were anxious, didn’t want anyone to notice you were crying
soda was walking home since he decided not to drive to work today, then he saw you on the bench with your head in your hands
“y/n?” he asked you, you looked up and he asked what you were doing there
sitting on the bench next to you, he asked if you were okay, and you broke down even more
“i just don’t know what’s wrong with me. i always act like everything’s fine and that i don’t feel things but i really do. i’m sensitive and i care but i act like i don’t— i feel so terrible but i don’t know why, and… i don’t know…”
soda listened the whole time, and he knew how you felt, but tried to comfort you
you kept sniffling and whimpering, could hardly breathe and didn’t look at him in the eyes
he gave you advice, telling you it’s okay to not know why you’re upset, and you might be extra sensitive since you didn’t know why
you agreed with him, and it was silent
he asked if you wanted to walk home with him so you could stay the night, and you said yes
as the two of you were walking to his house, he patted you on the back and said, “you’re a damn good kid. and you might not believe it, but you have a good heart.”
you appreciated what he said, so you looked up and smiled at him
DARRY CURTIS
he knew you would get in trouble a lot, you were always energetic and chaotic
one day he got called into the police station, saying you were gonna have to stay there until someone picks you up, so you gave them darry’s number
you were in your own cell since you were a child, but an officer was near to keep you safe
darry drove over to the police station, you were put into a room with a table in the middle, like a questioning room
your hands weren’t cuffed to the table, the officers wanted you to have a free range so you can feel safe
when he arrived, the officers brought him into the room, where you had your head in your hands, red face, sniffling, and tear marks on your face
he sat down across from you, however you didn’t say a word to him
you kept looking down at the table and your sniffling continued
“i know you’re going through a lot right now, but you can’t go around stealing shit from people. i’m close to being done with your attitude, and you need to act more mature. i’m being hard on you because i care, and i know you may not see that.” he said
you listened, apologized quietly and nodded your head
the police officer in the room said to go home and to not get in any more trouble
the car ride home was awkward, you were still sniffling but stopped crying
when he drove you to his house, since you stayed there sometimes, and when the two of you got out of the car and walked into the house, no words were exchanged
but he wrapped his arms around you into an embrace, and patted your back, motioning you to go to the room you slept in
DALLAS WINSTON
dally knew you and saw you kind of as himself
so he protected you as well as he could, he knew he needed someone to act as a parental figure when he was younger
he acted like he didn’t give a shit about you, but he cared about you the a lot
he knew you were tough but he also knew he was going through shit at your age, so you probably were too
and when he saw you in his room, above bucks bar, crying and snot dripping down your fucking face, you trying to wipe it off with tissues, he knew something bad must’ve happened
he rushed over to you, you were on his bed, and he asked you why you were there and what happened
you could tell there was genuine concern in his eyes, he went down to eye level so you could really see him
you told him “i get so angry all the time and it’s making me feel like a bad person. i don’t know why im just realizing now, this is why no one wants to be around me, i always ruin every relationship i make—“
he interrupted you and said, “hey, hey, you’re not a bad person.. it’s fine to get angry sometimes, it’s just an emotion, everyone gets angry sometimes, but you need to be careful since you could get in trouble while doing those so-called bad things.”
he kept eye contact with you the whole time, trying to make sure you understood
after you were quiet for a bit and stopped crying, he asked you, “you wanna go to dairy queen..? huh?” and smiled, patted your knee
you looked up at him slightly and smiled back, nodding
the two of you walked out to buck’s car, and he drove you to dairy queen
he got you whatever you wanted :)
TWO-BIT MATTHEWS
you and two-bit were walking down the street, just taking shit from people while having a conversation with each other
and while you were trying to to take a wallet out of someone’s purse
she caught you and grabbed your wrist, her daughter staring at you
the mother started screaming at you, “you brat! why the hell do you think you’re entitled to my money, huh? are you that desperate, you dumb—“ all while her daughter was looking at her mother in fear
two-bit talked to her calmly but somewhat angrily, “you don’t know shit. first off, you’re not making a good example for your daughter. and second, you don’t yell at a fucking kid. you still have your wallet and your damn life, which you’re lucky to still have. this kid doesn’t know fucking know any better..”
he looked back to see you storming away, speed walking on the streets
he ran from the mother and daughter to catch up to you, seeing you wiping your eyes since you were crying
he told you not to listen to the mother, she didn’t know anything and you were in some ways more mature than an adult like her
you didn’t respond, so he told jokes
most of it was pointing out socs on the streets that looked like crap or were doing weird things
you giggled at some of them, to the point where your eyes were still red and you were sniffling, but you were feeling better
STEVE RANDLE
steve didn’t always have it the best at home, and neither did you
the two of you bonded over it, talking about funny or sad or weird experiences that happened in your homes
and one day you were talking a lot, as you always did since you were talkative and energetic
your mother had yelled at you, with hate and anger towards you, just for being yourself
calling you useless and annoying, talking about how pathetic and stupid, how selfish you were, etc
you didn’t talk back since it wouldn’t change her mind, it wouldn’t take back what she said
you stared at her with no emotion ,then walked out like nothing happened
you were walking to the DX since it was near the time steve would get off
halfway to the store, your lip started trembling and your throat tightened up
so you bawled for around 10 minutes, and still bawling when you arrived at the DX
steve was walking towards you and waved, you didn’t wave back but he knew you noticed him
he sped up towards you once he saw you were crying, so he asked you what was wrong, the two of you started walking back to the curtis house
you told him about your mother, how you suddenly started to feel bad about living and being how you naturally were
you wanted to change but didn’t know how
he didn’t know how to comfort you since he never was comforted by anyone in his life
he only knew to tell you that you weren’t a fuck up, and you’re the best just the way you were
you gave a weak smile to him, occasionally starting small talk at certain points on the sidewalk
authors note: sorry i didn’t post on friday! i was occupied the last few days with school and after school activities 🎀