Hello!!! I Was Wondering If I Could Request A Dallas Winston X Reader Story Based Off Of The Song "she's

hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dallas Winston x reader story based off of the song "she's a fool" by Lesley Gore. The song reminds me a lot of Sylvia and Dallas and so maybe the story can be based around how reader is a better gf than Sylvia and such. Hopefully this makes sense LOL

she’s a fool (request)

authors note: this was super fun to write so i hope you like it 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, joking threats

you and your boyfriend, dally, are in your kitchen, both of you sitting on the barstools made for the island. the two of you are talking when you decide to take some cherries out of the fridge, you wanted a little snack to satisfy your hunger.

as you get up from the stool and walk to the fridge, dally asks, “heard that new elvis movie’s out, you wanna come see it with me? it’d be jus’ the two of us.” giving you a certain look and winking at the end.

you blushed, rolling your eyes and stating, “i want to go but i’m gonna ask my parents first. don’t wanna make them worried when they don’t see me at home.” you open up the fridge and take the cherry bag out, turning around and taking a bowl out of the cupboard.

you then take some cherries out of the bag and head towards the sink, rinsing them. dally gives you a confused look, “what— why are you rinsing them?”

looking back at him, you answer, “i dunno, my mom always told me to rinse fruits and vegetables because you never know what kind of bugs can be on them. just tryin’ to stay safe.” your boyfriend finally understands your answer and shrugs it off.

once you were done rinsing them, you put them in a bowl and put it in front of you and dally. your dad then comes down the stairs and says, “almost late for work, honey. i’ll be back around… probably six.”

you nod, grabbing his lunch out of the fridge while he thanks you, you ask, “hey, dad, do you think i could go to the drive in with dally today? it’d probably be around… um…”

looking to your boyfriend for the answer, he looks back at you then to your dad, finishing, “oh, probably around seven or so. we’d be back around nine, i’m guessing. right, baby?”

you blush and look at him, nodding. you stand next to him while he’s sitting, your dad eyes him suspiciously. you put your arms around dally’s shoulder, your chest to his back as you look over his shoulder.

“please, dad? we’ll be safe, dally can protect me, you know him! so strong, so good at fighting and so amazing…” you look at dally, dropping your arm to his bicep, smiling at him sweetly as he eats a cherry, a wide grin on his face.

your dad sighs, “fine. you better keep her safe, winston. and you better not,” he paused, “and i mean better not do anything bad or inappropriate.” you tried to hold back a laugh, a smile evident on both you and your boyfriends faces. your dad made a serious face at you, crossing his arms.

you walked over to your dad and thanked him, “thank you dad! i think you should be heading to work now though, love you!” while you’re giving him a hug, he glares at dally, causing your boyfriend to put his hands up in a mocking surrendering pose.

when you let go of the hug, your dad replies, “love you, kid.” and walks out of the door, you walk behind him to lock the door. you then go back to dally, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and once again kissing him.

after pulling away, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, anyone would know you are the only one he loves if someone saw him like this. he knows he loves you although it’s difficult for him to express it, he doesn’t directly voice it to you.

the two of you stay at your house for the next nine hours, consisting of you talking, sleeping or reading while he looks around your room. by the time it’s 6:30, the both of you decide to drive to the drive in.

when you get into the drivers seat and your boyfriend is in the passengers seat, he asks, “why ain’t i drivin’?” you chuckle, looking at him to see if he was serious.

you answer, “i love you, dal, but i am not lettin’ you drive my car.” he rolls his eyes as you begin to drive, “i’m a perfectly good driver, don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout…” he mumbles.

you laugh, the only laugh he loves so much, the one he’d notice even if so many others were laughing at the same time. he grins, looking back at your concentrated face, focusing on the road.

when you both arrive at the drive in, you find a good place to park before getting out and sitting on the hood. dally sits next to you, you then hear a loud scream in your ear, causing you to lean towards your boyfriend and look to him for help as you scream back.

you look behind you to see two-bit laughing his ass off, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as you give him a pissed off look. your boyfriend laughs as your side is pressed into his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead.

“i’m gonna get us some snacks. you want anything?” you stated, asking your boyfriend too. he thought for a moment before responding, “just a coke, thanks doll.”

as you walk away, he grabs a cigarette from the box in hispocket, he got into the habit of avoiding smoking near you. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

your boyfriend and two-bit are both talking when keith interrupts, “looks like you got company, dallas. you’re so fucked, i’ll be back when sylvia’s gone.”

dally groans, hearing sylvia’s voice behind him, “hey, dal, you wanna come back to my place after the movie’s done?” the nickname feels so wrong coming from her. he doesn’t even look at her, doesn’t turn around and focuses on the car, your car.

“get the fuck away, i have a girlfriend.” he responds, clearly agitated as he doesn’t want you to see him angry. he doesn’t look to see where you are, he knows you’ll be back soon.

she responds, “so? she doesn’t have to know…” as she puts her hand on his arm, he loses his temper.

“god, don’t you ever know when to fucking stop, sylvia? we broke up because you fucking cheated on me while i was in the cooler, man. there’s no way i could even be with you after that. you’re a piece of shit, you’re a bad person and you deserve nothing but the worst for the rest of your life. i have a girlfriend, she never treats me how you did. she’s way better than you, better than all the girls i’ve dated, and you can go cry about it to someone else for all i care. she treats me like she actually loves me, she treats me like she knows my fucking worth. she does more than you ever could, and she is the one i want. you can piss off, sylvia, you’re dead to me, you fucking get that?” he pauses, still angry as he sees tears in her eyes, “oh, now you’re crying, huh? maybe you should’ve thought first before cheating on me, before treated me like shit! get fucking lost.”

she runs away at the last sentence, dally rolling his eyes and leaning against the car, going back to smoking. two-bit walks back to him, asking, “damn, you do care about y/n. never heard you talk about her like that, is it true?”

your boyfriend stares at him, nodding slightly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “you tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your damn head off.” his friend chuckles at the threat, stating, “your girl’s back, put it out before she sees.” referring to the cigarette.

he drops it and puts it out with his heel, walking over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, taking his soda out of your hands, thanking you.

the both of you sat down on the hood of your car, you scoot closer to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you, returning the favor except on your forehead.

as the movie plays, the soda cups begin to become less filled, the chip bags only being filled with crumbs. the silence of you and dally are occasionally interrupted with little comments about the movie.

once the movie is done, the two of you look at each other and smile. you grab his trash and walk to a trash can, him following you, for protection, he says. he then follows you back to the car, grabbing your hand and staying close to you.

the both of you get into the car, driving in the direction of your house. the drive there is filled with silence, dally looks at you, not being able to see your face well because of the dark. he places his hand on your thigh, looking out the window once you turn your head to him.

when you arrive at your house, you open the door to see your dad in the living room, sitting on the couch. he reads the newspaper and looks up, asking, “how was the movie, you two?”

you respond, “oh, it was good!” and summarize the whole movie for him, as he wasn’t planning to see it anytime soon.

you then look nervously at the ground, your boyfriend still behind you at the entrance, standing awkwardly. you ask, “hey, um, dad?”

he sighs, putting down his newspaper as you smile, “can dally stay over tonight? he’s already here and it would take him a while to get back to his own place…”

your dad sighs once again as your boyfriend is silent, “yeah. go to bed.” you exclaim and walk to your dad, hugging him and thanking him.

you then walk to your boyfriend, leading him upstairs as he grabs your hand once again. you notice and ask, “dal, you seem awfully close today, did something happen? i’m not complaining, just wondering.”

he looks at you, stating, “sylvia came up to me at the drive in. asked me if i wanted to go back to her place, i said no and told her i gotta girlfriend, that you’re way better than her and i’d never want her again, not even to save my life. told her to piss off.”

as the two of you walk into your bedroom and you close the door, you beam, “aww, that’s so cute, dal! thank you for telling her to piss off and stuff.”

“yeah, no problem, doll.” he replies, letting go of your hand for a brief moment to take his shirt off, changing his pants into more comfortable ones he had left at your house.

you walked into your bathroom, doing your nightly routine before changing into your pajamas. you pull the sheets down, curling up as you look at your boyfriend.

he smiles, scoffing and pulling down the sheets on the other side of the bed, laying down. you cuddle up next to him as he puts his arm around your waist in a protective manner.

“love you, dal… thanks for being the best boyfriend ever…” you mumble into his chest, falling asleep quickly after.

he pauses before kissing your forehead gently, your head on his chest. he realizes he wants to be cherished, to be loved, you make him feel that way. he can’t find a single flaw in you, and realizes he should treat you like he loves you. you are a better girlfriend than sylvia ever was, than all of his girlfriends combined. you make him feel like someone, make him feel like he has someone to live for.

“sweet dreams, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, falling asleep not long after. your dad quietly opens the door, light coming in as he saw you and your boyfriend cuddling.

he chuckles softly, closing the door and walking into his own bedroom, knowing you were truly loved by dallas winston.

hiii i was wondering if you could do a dally fic where the reader is a part of the gang and her and dally are super close and the gang is making plans to go to the drive in but reader doesn't wanna walk so she asks dally for a piggyback (he obviously says yes cause he's down bad for her) but anyways, he gets super cocky by saying stuff like "askin' old dal for a ride, huh?" and then the gang starts teasing them for it (this is my first req ever so sorry if it's bad lmao😣)

baby i’m yours (request)

pairings: dally x reader

summary: you are too tired to walk to the drive in, so dally carries you

warnings: cussing

authors note: i looked forward to this request so this is one of my favorites i’ve ever been asked to make! thank you so much for requesting this. i decided to change the layout a bit but does it look ok? also sorry this is kinda short💗 i hope you enjoy

word count: 0.5k

you and the gang were sitting on the couch in the curtis house, bored out of your minds. you sat next to dally, your legs laying on his lap as you stared at the ceiling.

steve then asked, “hey, you guys know about that new movie that’s comin’ out today? it’s gonna be on in ‘round an hour, i’m goin’.” soda chimed in, saying he wanted to join too. soon, the others began to voice how they wanted to see the movie too.

everyone had spoken besides you, dally noticed and looked at you, placing his hand on your calf. “you gonna go too?” he asked, looking at you up and down.

you responded, “not sure, my legs are really sore… i was walkin’ around town with my friend the whole day.”

dally began to rub your calf in a caring way, he softly suggested, “how ‘bout i carry you or somethin’? that way you can still go, yeah?”

you thought for a second before nodding your head and thanking him. you and the gang had around twenty minutes to spare before you had to start heading over to the drive in.

you continued to watch the movie you were already watching, it ending around fifteen minutes later. two-bit suggested, “should probably head over now, it’ll take around… what, ten minutes? so then we’ll be like… half an hour early? is that right?”

the gang responded in different ways, nodding and talking. all of you stood up from the couch, stretching and groaning before walking out the door. dally turned to you as you stood up, taking a moment while you cracked your back.

“get on my back.” he says, bending down slightly as you jump on his back. he walks out as you rest your cheek on his back, tired and still wanting to rest.

“needed old dal to help you, huh baby?” he asked, teasing you. as your arms are wrapped around his neck, you let go to lightly push his back, mumbling, “shut up…”

he thought for a second, smirking as the gang was looking at the two of you. he decided to tease you again, “couldn’t do it on your own, huh? and out of all people, you decided to choose me to carry you. could’ve asked anyone else…”

“maybe i should’ve asked someone else… but you’re so strong, dal. so handsome, manly…” you tease, he blushes as the gang begin to tease him too.

“god, get a room, you two! don’t have to be all lovesick all the damn time.”

“why are you guys kinda cute together…”

“dally’s got the hots for y/n!”

“man, dally probably thinks he’s her knight in shinin’ armor!”

he rolls his eyes, still walking as the both of you are blushing, “shut the fuck up, man.”

hii! can u do johnny scenario w f reader whos head over heels for him and whos love language is physical touch?

head over heels (request)

authors note: sorry i’m posting this late!! i love physical touch so much :3 sorry if this isn’t good enough, i’ll try to make it longer next time. i hope you enjoy though 💗

johnny x reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

you were in your room upstairs, reading a book about the tudors history that had just came out. being very interested in the book and all the new information you had just learned, you almost didn’t hear the doorbell.

but the noise had pulled you away from the book, you sat up from your bed and walked to the window, pulling the curtains away and peeking out. you saw your boyfriend, johnny, standing on your front porch, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door.

by the time you opened your door and ran downstairs, your parents had already welcomed johnny into the house, and were chatting away with him. your parents stopped talking to him and walked away, leaving the two of you alone.

your boyfriend smiled at you, you walked to him and trapped him in a hug, both of you feeling the comforting warmth from each others bodies. no words being said yet, you looked up at him and put your hands on his face, giving him a long kiss.

the two of you had missed each other after not seeing one another in so long, which was actually three days. when you both pulled away from the kiss, you both looked at each other other lovingly.

“i missed you, johnny…” you mumbled, him replying with, “i missed you too, y/n…” still looking at each other with love. you smiled at him and grabbed his hand, guiding him to the kitchen, asking him, “do you want anything, hon? we have a lot of food, snacks, drinks, actual meals…”

he questioned, “do you have cherries? and um, water?” you replied and smiled, walking to the fridge and grabbing cherries, rinsing them as your mom had taught you. you then dried them off and put them in a bowl, grabbing a napkin with it. you took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, holding both the glass and bowl, stating, “we can go up to my room now!!”

as the two of you walked upstairs into your bedroom, johnny had thanked you. he gently grabbed the bowl of cherries from your hand, holding your hand with his instead. you blushed, knowing that he knew you always loved being physically close to him. he noticed you would always try to get as close as possible to him, always having a hand on him wherever the two of you went.

you opened the door to your room, you put your hand on johnny’s back, leading him in. he sat on your bed and placed the cherries on the nightstand next to you after you had sat down. you put the glass of water on the nightstand next to you, it not being far out of johnny’s reach.

getting up from your bed, you turned the television on and flipped it to a channel both of you liked. it was a funny cartoon the both of you enjoyed watching together whenever both of you were together. you then walked back to your bed, crawling up next to your boyfriend.

you had loved him so much, so much that not even words could explain. you only knew how to show it through touch, and he knew that. he was fine with it, rather leaned towards it than not.

but you could sometimes have the words to express and describe your love. you would talk to others about him constantly, sometimes them getting so annoyed to the point of leaving mid conversation. but you didn’t care, because johnny wouldn’t do that to you.

he was someone who you had loved dearly, you talked about him so much that almost everyone knew every single little detail about him. but little did you know, he was as head over heels for you as you were for him.

the both of you were obsessed and in love with each other. whenever the two of you were seen by others, including the gang, they would always see you as the perfect couple. they might not have believed in love if the two of you weren’t together.

authors note: sorry this is so short lmao i’m disappointed in myself but didn’t have many ideas 😭

can you do one where reader and dally have been dating for about a month now and reader finds out that he hooked up with sylvia again and reader goes to bucks to confront him and he's all nonchalant about it like it's not a big deal and reader gets really mad

why do i cry (request)

pairing: dally x reader

summary: you and dally have been dating for around a month but you find out he hooked up with sylvia, so you go buck’s to confront him

warnings: cheating, smoking, cussing

authors note: im back from camping yay

word count: 1.7k

as you lay in your bed, you stare up at the ceiling, tapping your fingers against each other as you think. you turn your head, looking at the phone on your nightstand.

you’ve been wanting to call dally, to do anything with him but he’s been busy for weeks. you haven’t heard his voice in more than a week, and you’ve been feeling worried. you trust him, but know he’s been known to get around with other women. you believe it is different this time, that you can see the love in his eyes when he looks at you.

you smile to yourself, picking up the phone and taking it off the stand. you dial your boyfriends number, holding it up to your ear. it rings for a few seconds before you hear a sigh and soft whispers, a woman’s voice, you think, from the other end of the line.

“hey dal, do you think we could go to a diner tonight for—“ you begin to ask, excitement in your voice.

dally’s voice is flat, he interrupts you, “i’m busy, y/n.”

you still have hope, your smile dropping but trying to persuade him, “oh, that’s okay! maybe we can go—“

the phone rings, you look at the phone and ask, “hello? dally?” but you receive no answer. you sigh, placing the phone on the stand and laying back down. you stare at the ceiling, wondering why he hung up, maybe it was an accident.

you think about the other voice with dally, it sounded like a girls voice. there was no way he was with another girl right now, it makes no sense. he’s busy, probably cleaning up his own wounds or something, you wouldn’t know.

you look at the clock on your nightstand, it is around six, you remember the drive in would be open in around an hour. deciding to go to the drive in, you quickly stand up from your bed and walk to your dresser.

opening the drawers, you take some clothes out and accessories from your vanity. you walk to the bathroom, opening the door and taking off your clothes, putting your new outfit on. you look in the mirror, making sure you look okay.

picking up your toothbrush, you wet it and take a tube of toothpaste, putting some on your brush. you brush your teeth for about two minutes before spitting in the sink and rinsing your brush. you place your hand under the water, rinsing out your mouth and spitting once again.

you turn around, checking the time once again and seeing it’s around 6:30. you walk down the stairs to the entrance of your house and picking up your shoes. you put them on, walking back to the kitchen and picking up your keys from the island.

quickly walking back to the entrance of the house, you open the door and walk outside, onto the porch. you close the door behind you and take the keys, locking the door. you walk to your car in the driveway, opening the door and sitting in the drivers seat.

you begin to drive to the drive in, turning the radio on. lesley gore was playing, a favorite song of hers reminds you of you and dally. he always seems annoyed when you play her music, but tolerates it for some reason.

as you pull into the drive in, you park your car and open the door, walking to the concessions building. you begin to take your wallet out when you hear a familiar laugh, along with a girl talking.

you turn your head to see dally and a blonde, a girl with heavy eye-makeup and a cigarette in her hand. his arm is around her shoulder, he kisses her as it begins to turn into a make out session.

you stare as your heart drops, you freeze. sighing, you walk back to your car, opening the door and sitting in the drivers seat. you keep your eyes on the wheel, not yet driving back to your house.

looking down at your lap, you decide you’ll confront him, but he had ruined your night. you put your hands on the wheel and drive back to the bar. the drive to buck’s is silent, the sky gets darker and darker by the minute.

as you arrive at buck’s, you drive to the back of the building so your car can’t be seen. you look at the clock, knowing it would be about an hour before the movie is over. you wait, resting your head on your hand, closing your eyes.

you fall asleep, wanting a break from thinking. you wake up to a loud sound, you move your hand and lay your head on the window, taking a few moments to wake up. you open your eyes, turning your attention to the time, around nine.

you’d slept for around an hour and a half, you remember why you are at buck’s. you open the door to your car, standing up and closing it. you walk to the front of the building, opening the door and walking in.

loud voices and music fill your ears, bright lights shine in your eyes as buck greets you from behind the counter. you greet him back, walking through the bar up to dally’s room. before you enter the door, you sigh, your throat closing up and your eyes begin to tear up.

don’t cry, you think. there is no reason to be sad about someone cheating on you, it’s fine. you ball your fists up, knowing it’s not okay for anyone to act like how dally is. you take a moment for your throat to feel okay again, you blink multiple times before your tears are gone.

knocking on the door, you hear steps coming closer and closer. dally opens the door, staying in the same place but not inviting you in. he stares at you, waiting for you to say something.

you nervously look at him back, his cold eyes on yours. you ask, “can i come in?” he rolls his eyes, replying, “fine, man. make it quick.” as he doesn’t open the door for you, leaving you to do it yourself.

you walk into the room, he seemingly ignores you as you aren’t talking yet. he sits on his bed, taking a cigarette out and lighting it, waiting for you to speak. he looks at you, annoyed, “so? you just gonna stand there and waste my time?”

thinking, you ask, “why were you with sylvia today? i thought you two broke up, but you were kissing her and stuff.”

he rolls his eyes, sighing and not answering your question, “jesus…” and looks away from you.

your eyebrows furrow, you begin to feel warm as you ball your fists up. your voice begins to get louder and louder, “jesus? what the hell dallas, you fucking cheated on me and you know it! how can you act like you didn’t do—“

he yells, his attention now on you, “all you women are the same! how d’ya expect me to stay with you if we never spend time together, man—“

you interrupt him, yelling back, “we never spend time together because you’re fucking cheating on me with other girls, dumbass! i always knew you were messed up but not this messed up! how can you act like this and act like it’s okay, huh?” you move closer to him as he slowly backs up, you continue, “i don’t understand how someone can act as you do, what even is a relationship to you, dally? do you even care, do you even know that kissing other girls is considered cheating? sylvia cheated on you, two times, may i add, and you go back to her? you know, i stayed loyal and i thought we were in love. but ruining a perfectly fine relationship by cheating on me with someone who cheated on you, someone who’s probably with another guy right now, is pathetic. i thought you were smarter than that, dally. you are cold, heartless.”

as dally stares at you, he says nothing as you continue to speak, “you think you’re so tough, but deep down, you’re helpless, dally. you are nothing, people only like you because you can protect them, you think they care about you, but they don’t. and you know that, you feel the same about them. you don’t care.”

he gulps, looking at the floor and looking back at you, a blank stare on his face, you stare at him, this time a cold look on your face. his eyes are now filled with vulnerability, you say, “you have no purpose, dally.”

his eyes slightly widen, enough to notice. you turn around, heading out towards the door of his bedroom. you walk downstairs to the door of the building, out to your car. you drive home, your mind is empty, you hadn’t regret a word you’ve said to him.

dally sits on his bed, staring at the floor. he doesn’t regret kissing sylvia, what he did regret was letting you say those words about him. he begins to think, is what you said true? is he really cold, is he heartless?

he shakes his head, attempting to forget about what you’ve said. he stands up from his bed, walking to the phone connected to his wall. he spins the dial, calling sylvia’s number and placing the phone to his ear.

“hey, babe—“ he says, excited to talk to her. he is interrupted with a deep voice from the other line, “she’s busy. fuck off, man.”

dally hears a beep, the other line has hung up. he stares at the wall, dropping the phone, not bothering to place it back on the stand.

he rubs his hands on his face to the roots of his hair, yelling in anger, “damn it!”

Hiii I was wondering if you can do the Curtis gang with a platonic little Curtis sister who’s like Lucy loud from the loud house?

the gang and child lucy loud!reader (request)

authors note: please bear with me guys i have 16 requests in my inbox rn LMAO. this was fun to write, i hope you enjoy 💗 TUMBLR ISNT LETTING ME POST THIS HOLY SHIT

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cussing, mentions of being jumped and made fun of

PONYBOY CURTIS

because you’re pony’s sister and so close in age, you’re extremely close to each other

you and pony feel like you can tell each other anything even though you’re naturally pretty closed off

the two of you are academically smart and love reading and poems, both of you talking around once a week about a new poem you’ve read and how you felt about it

he began to read edgar allan poe poems, pony giving you a book filled with all of poe’s creations so you could talk about it more

both of you are quiet, sometimes enough to hear a pin drop because you’d rather listen in on conversations rather than interact in them

you prefer to talk to one another in private, both of you being next to each other in several settings but no one seeing you talk to each other

if anyone tried to mess with you or if he hears someone talking shit about you, he’ll ask, “you talkin’ ‘bout my sister?” and give them a sharp glare, a warning not to do it again

JOHNNY CADE

like you, johnny’s very skeptical of things and is always alert of what’s around him

he really enjoys being around you and pony, the three of you aren’t necessarily the closest in age all together but you’re all so different but so alike

he always tries to take care of you like how the gang takes care of him, wanting you to have a better life than he does

he doesn’t necessarily like fighting but will defend you if you get into trouble

the two of you are very aware of everything that is around you, always skeptical of people and not fully trusting others

you’ll talk to one another on whether or not you feel like you should trust a specific person or go to a certain event, knowing some socs might try to jump you

he thinks you’re unsettling at times though, you’ll sleep in the same position the whole night and won’t move in the morning, you basically normally stay still all the time

it also freaks him out that you can be in another room, far away from him then he’ll call your name and you’ll be right next to him

he loves being around you, you’re different from anyone he’s ever met and he really enjoys that

SODAPOP CURTIS

soda protects you all the time and is always with you, the both of you notice nearly everything and hardly miss a detail

even though you and soda aren’t the closest in age, he feels like he can talk to you about anything

he helped you become a little more social and persuaded you to open up to others

the two of you are basically opposites, people will see a handsome guy who’s bubbly and smiling at nearly everyone he sees, then next to him is a girl wearing gothic clothes, quietly observing her surroundings

most of the time, soda picks you up from school and will sometimes drop you off at the DX with him so you can talk together while he’s working

if anyone tries messing with you or makes fun of you, soda sticks up for you and even beats someone up if they try to hurt you

his main goal is for you to know that you aren’t alone, you can talk to him if you feel the need to or just to talk about your problems

you voice your concerns and tell him he can always come to you too if he needs to, being with him makes you feel full and happy inside even though others don’t see it

DARRY CURTIS

although you were like neither of your parents, darry feels the most obligated to take care of you

because you are the only girl in the family, he takes extra precautions to make sure you’re safe wherever you go

you’re his favorite sibling because i said so

since you know he has a lot of weight on his shoulders because he feels the need to take care of you and your siblings, you try to listen to him so his job can be easier

he gets a bit frustrated sometimes because you don’t show emotions as often as others, it causes him to wonder if you are actually mentally okay

but one day, darry asks you if you’d like to help out with the cake even though he was expecting you to say no

but you say yes, the two of you begin to make the cake and by the time it’s in the oven, there’s flour on the countertops and you thank him, “thanks for asking me to help you, darry.” not even directly looking at him but the appreciation was visible

he then realized you were capable of emotion, as was he although the two of you were viewed as people who never showed their feelings

DALLAS WINSTON

dally thinks your style is so cool, he occasionally swipes something from your favorite clothing store and gives it to you

the two of you actually really get along because it’s hard to tell if you care about him and if he cares about you

the both of you show it in small ways though like when you speak about how much you appreciate the time you have with him

or when he notices and points out a new shirt or accessory you’re wearing, knowing you like to be noticed in that way

you’re one of the kids he can actually tolerate and get along with

if he hears someone talking bad about you then they end up going home with a broken rib

he taught you how to fight, giving you a switchblade with good qualities and looks to your liking

he honestly gets really freaked out when you appear out of nowhere, he’ll be talking to johnny then will turn around to see you looking up at him

you always wear some type of covering over your eyes, whether it’s bangs or sunglasses, dally will let you borrow his sometimes

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

keith likes how you feel free to act however with no shame, socs stay away from you because you’re a little kid and they believe you know too much

basically, they just don’t beat you up or anything because they think you can do way more than others are aware of

sometimes you’ll go over to keith’s house so you can play with his sister, he loves how the two of you get along well

you’ve also protected her from getting hurt, her brother really appreciates that

he thinks your style is pretty cool because you’ll dress sort of gothic, he wonders where you get those clothes and sometimes steals some for you

once, he asked the gang if they wanted to go to a pool where it was mostly socs, all of the others were busy but you went with him

he expected you to just put your feet in but you came out with a full on swimsuit

he didn’t know you were capable of having fun, but you later confessed you just wanted to spend time with him

he also tries to make you laugh with his jokes, most of the time you only smile at them though

STEVE RANDLE

when steve first met you he fucking hated you, then he grew to appreciate you

he never really had a reason to dislike you, but gave in and started to get closer with you when soda had told him you were cool

steve finds your monotone voice pretty calming, he likes having full on conversations with you and talking about cars

probably thought you were a sociopath up until you researched more about cars so you could talk about it with him, you told him about it

he then realized you actually cared about the friendship and begins to appreciate you more

he’s surprised when you tell him you listen to death metal, he expected you to listen to angsty music

although he dislikes ponyboy, he enjoys being around you and wants you to hang out with the gang as a group

he gets really pissed off when people make fun of you, always defending your name and getting all up in their faces if something bad is connected to you

Hi! Can you write headcanons on the gang with the youngest Curtis (Curtis!reader) being a hockey player? (Platonic ofc) I watched Inside Out 2 and now all I can think about is how cool hockey is. Also your work is literally astronomical I love reading it 😭

the gang and curtis!reader who plays hockey (request)

authors note: i’m so happy you like my writing! but i think im gonna start posting every other day, im getting a little stressed out about it. i hope that’s okay with you guys, please enjoy! also i reached 200 followers, thank you!

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, getting hurt, blood

PONYBOY CURTIS

you had been talking about your next game for weeks, spending time at the ice hockey rink for hours on end for the past week or so

when the day finally came, darry and soda already had their schedules for work, both busy, so ponyboy volunteers to go to your game

at the game, pony is watching from the stands, hardly saying or making any noise besides the occasional cheer when your team makes a goal

as you have the puck, aiming towards the goal with your stick, getting ready to hit the puck when a player from the other team shoves you, causing you to fall to the ground and lose the puck

“motherfucker—“ you grumbled, standing back up and grabbing your stick as the couch waved his hands around, “time out!” blowing his whistle

“curtis, bench!” he commands gesturing to a spot meant for resting after getting hurt

you roll your eyes, skating over to the spot, pushing the door and sitting on the bench, you just began to feel the pain in your right side of your body

ponyboy walks over closer to you, yet still in the stands, asking, “looks like that guy hit you hard, you hurt?”

you look at him through the clear screen, replying, “my right side hurts… i’m guessin’ when i take off my gear, im gonna have fuckin’ bruises everywhere.”

“you’ll be okay,” he paused, trying to convince himself, “when are you gettin’ back in the game?”

as on que, your coach asks, “curtis! you good enough to get back in?” you stand back up and push the door open, nodding at his question and saying goodbye to your brother, skating onto the rink

pony does a sport too, he always feels disappointed when no one goes to watch him at his meets, he wants to feel supported

so he always goes to your games as he wants you to feel supported and loved

JOHNNY CADE

johnny knew you were excited for your hockey game that was coming up, so he decided to support you and go to your game

as he entered the building, he kept his head low because he had snuck in, not wanting anyone to notice

he glances to his left, spotting you, your teammates and the opposing team already on the rink

johnny smiles at you when you look to your right, seeing him sitting down at the stands, you wave at him before the referee calls for everyone to get in their positions

as you are all playing the game, he keeps quiet but his attention is fully on what is happening in front of him

skating to the opposing player with the puck, you take it and skate towards the goal when the opposing player puts their hands out, pushing you to the ground

“damn it…” you mumble, quickly standing up almost as fast as you were pushed to the ground

a goal was scored, so you stand in your place until you feel ready to travel over to your teammates

“y/n, are you hurt?” johnny asks, his voice cracking slightly as you skate over to the stands, both of you face to face but separated due to the dasher board

you shake your head although you are holding your shoulder in pain, apologizing as you had to go back to your team

he enjoys to go to your games because it helps him feel emotionally better, it forces him to interact with others and also puts him in a foreign environment

he just wants to support you too, he knows it was hard for you to not have your parents at the games and your brothers to not be available

he values your relationship and sees you as a little sister although you’re not blood related

SODAPOP CURTIS

your brother had taken a day off to watch your hockey game, as you had been talking about it for days

“you’re gonna do amazing, sis! when i’m older i’ll finally be able to say, ‘my sister’s a pro hockey player!” he exclaims, attempting to make you excited for your game

it works, you begin to jump around as you enter the building, soda following after you and patting your shoulder, waking to the stands

you change in the locker room, coming out in your gear

the game starts as you skate onto the rink, you and a player from the opposing team face off to get the puck

you gain the puck first, skating straight across to the goal when the same player from the opposing team hits your leg hard with the stick

soda furrows his eyebrows, a confused look on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him

the player pushes you to the wall as you yell, “you ain’t allowed to do that, jackass!” pain is felt all over your left side

the referee doesn’t notice, soda yells after you, “you okay, sis?” you reply by nodding and looking at him

your focus is brought back to the game when the same opposing player charges in your direction, the puck in his possession

you skate towards him then turn in his direction, both of you next to each other as you push him to the ground, hard

taking the puck and skating in the opposite direction, your brother cheers for you as you score a goal

after the game, your adrenaline wears off and you realize you’re in much more pain as you realize

the two of you drive home then you both sit on the couch, you lean into your brothers side as he rubs your left shoulder

you sigh, closing your eyes as he continues to ask you, “this hurt?” you shake your head before he reassures you that you’re okay

soda’s literally your hype man, he’s glad another person in the family is good at sports because he knows he isn’t

always tells you that you did amazing in your games and practices, doesn’t want you to feel insecure about it and truly believes you’re amazing at hockey

DARRY CURTIS

it was your first game without the whole family being able to go, so darry took the day off work to support you

he drove you to the rink, asking, “you excited for the game?” glancing at you for a brief second, his attention going back to the road

you shrug, replying, “i don’t know…” looking outside the window as you arrive at the building

the two of you get out of the car, walking towards the building as you move closer to your older brother, a bit nervous for your game

as you walk into the building, you see the rink and direct darry towards the stands, “i have to change. i’ll be wearing dark blue.”

once you are done changing in the locker room, you bring your skates over to the rink and tie them

after warming up with your team, the game begins, a player on your team has the puck and passes it to you

you skate to the goal, getting ready to hit the puck when you feel pressure on your stomach, as you look down, you see a player on the opposing team kicking you as they lose balance

rolling your eyes, you hit the puck into the goal as another player from the opposing team grabs your helmet, smashing your head against the wall

your head suddenly felt warm, like something was running down your face, you recognized it as blood

yelling is heard around you, feeling someone pulling you up and skating you to the edge of the rink, you feel arms around you and your vision is blurry

“y/n are you okay? you’re… bleeding, hey, does anyone have a first aid kit?” darry talks quietly before yelling to the referee

he walks you to the bench and sits you down, your ears ringing and you hardly have energy to keep your head up

you hear the referee coming over to you with a first aid kit, giving it to your older brother while he takes your helmet off and wipes up the blood on your forehead

the referee kneels down to your eyesight as you are looking down, telling you, “you’re real injured right now, i’ll give that sheldon boy a talking to. you go home and rest, it isn’t a problem. get better soon, okay, kid?” smiling at you and patting your shoulder before he leaves

once darry is done with wiping away the blood and making sure you feel okay, he asks, “you ready to go home, kid?”

it’s really rare for him to find time off from work, so if he goes to your games then you’re really happy

you remind him of himself when he would do football, his parents and brothers would watch his games and he would feel proud

so he tries to take time off to go to your games, loves to support you and make you feel happy when you see familiar faces in the stands

always tells you to do your best in the games, congratulating you after the games even if you didn’t do particularly well

DALLAS WINSTON

dally had offered to take you to your game, your brothers were all busy and he had nothing to do

as you skate onto the rink, dally yells after you, “kick their asses, kid!” sitting down and looking to his left, spotting a soda bottle along with a pack of cigarettes

the game starts and he grabs the cigarettes, placing them in his pocket and grabbing the soda, taking a drink of it

as he watches you pass the puck to others, the other team gains the puck, you chase after the player with the puck

he holds his stick in a position to hit the puck into the goal, as he swings, you happen to be right behind him, causing you to be hit in the face

dally yells, “hey, that little shit’s stick just fuckin’ whacked her in the face, man!” looking out for you, watching you put your hands over your face in pain

the referee calls, “penalty for high sticking! sheldon, you’re on the bench for two minutes! curtis,” he pauses, looking at you, “you feel good enough to play?”

you think before answering, “yeah!” taking your hands off your face, you turn your head towards dally

as you skate closer to the stands, he asks, “you okay, kid?” you nod at him, he continues, “hit ‘em back, hard.”

you smile and nod, beginning to skate back to your side of the rink, your friends swarming you and asking if you’re okay

dally knew his parents never gave a shit to be seen with him, so he wants you to feel cared for, he’s weirdly enough your chaperone even though he’s not responsible at all

if you ever want to practice but the rink is closed, he’ll probably find a way to break in so you can work on how you play

probably gets super pissed off when the opposing team scores for no reason even if they actually deserved it

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

two-bit and his younger sister decided to support you at your hockey game

you were already playing, keith and his sister found a spot to sit in the stands

you glance over to the stands, spotting two-bit and his sister watching you, you wave and smile at the both of them, directing your attention back to the puck

as your teammate passes the puck to you, you begin to skate towards the goal, preparing to hit the puck

right as soon as you hit the puck, a player from the opposing team shoved you into the wall, chasing after the puck and therefore preventing your team from scoring

pain shoots up your back, you would for sure have bruises all over once you got your armor off

two-bit’s sister gasps behind you, “y/n! are you okay?” concerned looks on her and her brothers faces

“yeah!” you yell back, glancing at the both of them for a brief moment, skating quickly in the direction of the puck

“y/n!” your teammate says, grabbing your attention and passing the puck to you

you skate across the rink, aiming the puck into the goal and succeeding, your teammates cheering for you

standing where you hit the puck, you try to rub your back to ease the pain, failing because of the thick layers of gear

your whole team is already grouped up when one of them turns their head, skating over to you and asking if you’re okay

staring at the ground, you whimper in pain, trying to rub your back again, two-bit noticing and asking, “y/n, you terribly hurt?”

you look at him, still standing with your teammate as the referee orders, “curtis, bench! doesn’t look like you’re feeling good enough to play!”

as you get escorted to the bench by your teammate, the player who hits you skates by the stands

“hey, way to go fuck face!” two-bit yells at him, making you turn your head and laugh gently

cares about you as he cares about his little sister, he goes to all of her school events as he goes to yours and your hockey games

sometimes he’ll just go because he loves seeing the smile on you and his sisters faces when you see each other, her running up to you after your game although you’re sweaty and tired

STEVE RANDLE

steve took the day off work to watch your hockey game, you had previously told him which position you would play as, the goalie

he glances to the left of the rink, seeing you with more gear on than the other players and a different stick

he watches the opposing team, switching his attention from you and them constantly

a player from the other team has the puck, skating to where you are, attempting to score a goal

the player hasn’t slow down fast enough, hitting the puck and also throwing himself onto you in the process

both of you were on the ground, you push him off and groan, your whole body hurting

“y/n, you good?!” steve yells, you shake your head as your body aches, he stands up as your teammates skate over to you, creating a circle around you

two of them grab your hands, directing you to the bench where you are to sit and rest, as you are injured

you call out, “steve?” you look around to find him, he moves near the bench yet still in the stands

“hey, you okay kid? looks like that guy hit you pretty hard.” he asks, concerned for you and your health, wanting you to check yourself for bruises or cuts

you breathe unevenly, “my ribs hurt.” straightening out your back and trying to relax, to try making your front feel better

“you’ll be alright,” he paused, glancing over to you once again to see you calming down, “how ‘bout i take you to get ice cream after this?”

you look over to him and smile, seeing concern and worry in his eyes, nodding as your referee calls, “curtis! you’re back in!”

as you are skating back onto the rink, steve comments, “take it easy, kid. don’t wanna have to call darry.”

he goes to your games because he knows you like to have someone there to support you, so you know he cares

steve normally doesn’t care so much about about things, rather nonchalant but cares about you as if you were his sister

he’ll be the most obnoxious person ever in the stands, yelling and screaming over everyone else