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Warmth

Made(Started + completed): August 13, 2024

Requested? No

Summary: Darry’s had a long day at work, but he melts whenever he’s in your arms. All of his stress seems to go away each time.

Contains: Fluff, Darry x Reader, no use of Y/N, Reader’s gender is unspecified

Warnings: Use of sweetheart, next-to-nothing for dialogue, short and sweet

Darry had just come home from his stressful job roofing. His back ached with soreness from the harsh physical labor. He called out an, “I’m home!” when he walked in the door. He slipped off his boots and made his way into the living room, seeing you, his lover sitting on the couch. You were absent-mindedly watching TV with a somewhat bored expression on your face - that was, until you saw the movement of him walking in from the corner of your eyes. Your gaze softened and you smiled. Darry loved seeing that smile of yours.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greeted you, padding over to sit next to you. A weary sigh escaped him when he sat down, his shoulders heavy with stress and a dull aching pain.

A few minutes later, he reluctantly got up, stepping into the kitchen. You followed behind him, watching as he filled up a glass with water. Darry felt a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a body press against his back. He knew it was you. He melted into the embrace, leaning back against you. He placed one of his large, rough and calloused hands - hands that were rough from the physical labor of his work as a roofer - onto your forearm, gently rubbing his thumb along the skin. His shoulders relaxed in contrast to them previously being tense as he basked in the comforting warmth of your body pressed against his.

How he loved your hugs. . .

Busted lips and stolen kisses

Summary: After the rumble, Soda finds himself being taken care of.

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x reader, no use of Y/n, Reader has no specified gender, Reader sitting on his lap (sfw)

Warnings: Injuries/mention of injuries (not very descriptive), Soda calls Reader baby

Prompts: 17. Holding the other’s chin up, 20. bandaging/stitching up an injury (Technically), 35. Kissing their bruises and scars

A/n: Prompts taken from Here

You were perched on Soda’s lap, wiping his bloodied lip with a damp rag. After the rumble, everyone was sporting some kind of injury whether it be bruises, cuts, busted knuckles, or broken bones.

You had taken it upon yourself to take care of Soda, despite him only having minor wounds; a busted, swollen lip and a bruise on his cheek that was slowly starting to turn a deep purple. You had one hand holding his chin to make him look up at you so you could properly take care of his wounds. Sodapop was looking up at you like a sweet little puppy; his eyes full of love and admiration for your dedication to patching him up.

You tried to be as gentle as you could, but he sometimes still winced at the feeling of the damp rag on his swollen, cut lip. He had his arms around you, hands resting on your lower back as if to hold you steady while you sat there on his lap.

Soda finally broke the silence with a soft statement, “You didn’t have to help me, you know, baby. I can take care of myself just fine. . .”

You didn’t pay his protest any mind and just shushed him, saying something the equivalent to “I wanted to do this for you”, and simply kept doing your job.

Once you had finally finished, you got up from his lap - to Soda’s dismay - to bring him an icepack for his poor swollen and purplish cheek. You pressed the icepack to his discolored and bruised cheek and stole a light, chaste kiss from his swollen, tender lips. He swiftly pulled you back down onto his lap, wanting to keep you there, snaking his arms around your waist once more to secure you there, his hands resting on your lower back.

“Thank you, baby.” Soda murmured, caressing your back lovingly.

It was safe to say he didn’t want to let go of you for the rest of the night.

Someone please send me requests D: I'm so bored and I wanna write more Outsiders stuff '-' Requests are always wide open!!

Erm, woah

I posted "Busted Lips and Stolen Kisses" 3 days ago, how is it already my top post :0 (I'm happy people like it so much tho)

Make 'em Pay

Summary: Dally and Reader get into an argument and Reader leaves so he can calm down, but this action has consequences.

Contains: Dallas x Reader, no use of y/n, reader’s gender is unspecified, Tim Shepard and his gang mentioned

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, mentions of violence, Dally may be a bit out of character, Dally calls the reader ‘mine’ once

Prompts: N/A

A/N: This is kinda cringey, mb

You and Dally had gotten into some insignificant argument over something dumb. It got heated quite quickly. You had left to give Dallas time to cool off.

A bit of time had passed, a good hour or two, and you decided that it was alright to go back. You were walking down on the sidewalk, minding your own business and whatever, when you heard the familiar rumble of a car. It stopped nearby behind you and you heard car doors slamming shut. Before you knew it, you were grabbed by some Socs and they had quickly shoved you down to the ground. They had got on top of you and punched you a few times, pulling out a blade and bringing it dangerously close to your face. They all looked similar - all Socs look rather cut from the same cloth than not - with their slicked back hair, smell of English Leather shaving lotion, and tacky, fancy clothes. They’d hit you a few more times real hard and you were out cold.

When you came to, you were laying there on the sidewalk, and you felt a sharp pain thrumming throughout your whole body when you moved. You carefully got up after a minute of just sitting there and processing all the pain in your body.

You stumbled through the streets. Nobody really batted an eye at your state. When you had finally reached Buck Merril’s place, you opened the door, walking through the bar and up the stairs into Dally’s room. When you had hobbled in with forming bruises and a bloodied lip, Dally looked over at you. His eyes kind of widened and he stood from where he was on the bed, muttering a curse or two.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked incredulously, sitting you down and rummaging around for something to clean you up with - something like that. You told him what happened from when you were walking back here and heard what you assumed to be a Mustang behind you to when you limped back here. Dally made a noise mixed between a scoff and a groan - both out of frustration. He left the room and presumably went down to the bar. When he came back, he tossed you an icepack for the bruises, then set down a med kit with disinfectant and some Band-Aids and stuff, along with a clean-looking rag. Well, you hoped it was clean, at least; you weren’t sure that all of the stuff at Buck’s was actually clean. He wet the rag with a bit of water and took your face in his hand, wiping your lip with it and cleaning up the cuts there on your face. That was about all he did to help you, though - he didn’t care much about other people. He was hardened beyond feeling and care. But you could tell he was a bit pissed off by the mean look in his eyes. He didn’t seem too pleased that you’d been jumped.

Dally was grumbling about something, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying other than stuff like, “Gonna find who did this” and “They’ll regret it”, but he sat down next to you on the bed and slung an arm ‘round your shoulder. He let out a light scoff and held you a bit closer. He asked you what the Socs looked like and you did your best to describe them to him, but that was about it. He would damned well make sure that they’d pay for jumping you; someone who the whole town knew was under his protection.

Before you knew it, you were dead asleep. Dally had left to “make a call” or something, and you kind of just crashed out on his bed. Hours passed by like a breeze. Sometimes you drifted in and out of consciousness and you’d hear somewhat familiar voices like Dally’s and Tim Shepard’s and some of his outfit nearby but couldn’t articulate what they were saying, then just fell back asleep.

The next time you came to, there was Tim Shepard and his outfit sitting around nearby, probably some of them downstairs at the bar, too. Music was still playing on the radio - Hank Williams - and there was some commotion down stairs other than the bits of conversation in the room. When your eyes landed on Dally, he was a bit busted up and his knuckles were bloody. You came to realize that the Shepard’s gang was all roughed up, too. Dally had this wild, reckless grin on his face, same with some of the others. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, which garnered Dally’s focus and attention.

“Hey.” He greeted, his eyes trained on you. You mumbled out some form of an inquiry on what happened to them.

“Jumped a few Socs with the Shepard gang, no big deal.” He answered while he was taking care of his battered knuckles. So he’d organized a fight on my behalf with the Shepards, you thought.

Some of Tim Shepard’s buddies gave little snickers and chuckles at the memory of presumably beating the group of Socs real good, but they eventually left to go downstairs to the bar with the rest of their pals, leaving you and Dally alone. You mumbled out some sort of thanks to him as you watched him patch up the cuts on his knuckles and the other minor cuts and scrapes. A few minutes later, he padded over and climbed into the bed next to you, lazily draping his arm over you. He was mumbling something but you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“That’s what they get for messin’ with what’s mine. Should’ve known better..” He scoffed.

@lizzy019 This has been sitting for a while cuz I wasn't sure if I should post it lmao

Steve and Two-bit trying to pick up someone would be so funny (This somehow turned into headcannons oops) Requested(?)

Let me set the scene:

Two-bit and Steve are at the drive-in or whatever, drunk outta their minds with a beer or two in hand, and they decide to try and pick up a few women for the night

We all know Two-bit would be cracking the most foul jokes known to man

Remember the scene in the movie where he flips up that one girl's skirt? Yeah, he'd do that

If he was actually trying and not being a jerk, he'd try to make you laugh with his weird, scatterbrained humor, or offer to get you a Coke or something

If he succeeded in making you fall for him, we all know he'd be bragging about it to the gang

"Last night, I scored this real pretty person at the drive-in. They're totally in love with me now - even gave me their number"

He'd totally steal things for you

Maybe even admit he stole them

Steve on the other hand would probably try and impress you with the way he can work on cars or something

He'd probably yap to you, really

Probably would still crack some jokes, not as foul as Two-Bit's, though

He'd definitely brag about it too - mostly to Soda

"Hey Soda, I picked up this person last night - I'm plannin' on taking them out on a date this weekend"

Steve would try his best to make a good impression on the first date too

He'd want to definitely make sure Soda liked you if you actually started officially dating

Might take you out to the Dingo or something

Sodapop x male! reader hadcannons! Requested? Yes :)

summary: Headcannons about how Soda and Reader met, dating stuff, etc.

A/n: Hope you like this :) I tried my best

Romance/dating Headcannons:

You first met at the DX

He was the cashier

your eyes met and he knew he was feeling something for you, based on the way his heart fluttered :)

After that, he anticipates whenever you return, which also makes him happier whenever you do come by the DX

Finally grew the balls to ask for your number after a few weeks

When you gave it to him, he was so happy but tried to be casual about it

If he was having a bad day that day, it suddenly just became significantly better

Yapping to Steve about it

Next thing he does is ask you out on a date

Maybe to a local diner or to the movies

He's hesitant about talking to you to the gang because gay people would've been shunned back then

After a few months of dating, he finally does introduce you to the gang

they're a bit on the fence with you at first, but do warm up to you once they see how happy Soda is around you

Sometimes if he has the money, he'll take you to go watch rodeos with him

He seems like a physical touch kind of guy

Definitely loves cuddling

He'll give you kisses randomly out of nowhere just because

He's a little hesitant about PDA just because of people being homophobic and whatever (he doesn't want you to feel insecure or get shunned for being gay)

He does learn to not care as much about it as time goes on though

You know how in the book, it says that during the rumble when Ponyboy got the concussion from a Soc kicking him in the head and that when Soda saw, he 'landed all over that Soc', he got so mad that Darry even said he's never seen Soda that angry

Imagine him doing that for you? Like, imagine Socs are beating the crap out of you for whatever reason, either it be in a rumble or they wanna jump you for shits and giggles

And Soda sees this and he just like Sees red Y'know?

I think he'd hurt the Socs so bad it'd be a borderline hospital visit

I dont know

Maybe I'm just being cringey and whatever because I love The Outsiders, but yeah

That's my thought for the day :)

Space

Summary: Darry and Reader argue, so Reader gives Darry space, but Darry misses Reader’s presence

Contains: Darry x Reader, no use of y/n, reader’s gender is unspecified

Warnings: Mentions of arguing/fighting, Reader is called sweetheart, Reader has one specific/explicit line of dialogue, maybe one uncharacteristic line from Darry, bittersweet stuff

Prompts: “person a being mad at person b, so person b gives them some alone time. only to find person a trying to drag them back to bed bc they miss person b’s presence.” (@/keyotosprompts)

Requested? No

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a little while cuz I wasn't sure on if I should post it, enjoy :) It's short, mb

You and Darry had gotten into a bit of a disagreement, and it got a bit heated because he was already stressed and sore from work and he kind of just took out said aggression on you and the disagreement you had. Because of this, you had come to the decision to just leave Darry alone to give him time to cool off and destress, and went for a walk around town for a bit, also taking it as an excuse to run a few errands.

Once you finally came back, you set down a bag or two of groceries you had gotten while out onto the kitchen counter, and began to unpack them. The house was almost unnaturally quiet. It was the evening. Sodapop was on a date with Sandy and Ponyboy was out at the movies with some of the gang, but you weren’t sure on where Darry was.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned your head when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. It was Darry.

“’M sorry about earlier, sweetheart. . .” He murmured.

“I thought you wanted some space.?” You asked, pausing in your unpacking of the groceries.

“I don’t need space, I need you.” He replied, huffing out a big, tired, and heavy exhale of breath against your skin.

You had finished unpacking the groceries in a few minutes, with the help of Darry, and you were now sat down on the couch while Darry was sitting in his chair.

Your disagreement from earlier had been over something trivial; Ponyboy’s grades. Ponyboy had gotten a B- on his latest assignment in math and Darry wasn’t too proud of him. You knew that Darry was only wanting the best for Ponyboy, but he was also trying too hard to make something out of him. You had defended Ponyboy and said some version of that it was just a B- and Ponyboy has his own strengths in certain subjects and weaknesses in others, but Darry still got frustrated about it. He had hollered at Ponyboy some, and was awfully stern with you, saying, “He’s my kid brother and I can be as harsh to him as I want to!”

After the fact, it was now a bit awkward; quiet. You were kind of just waiting for Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home so you could all go to bed and relax for the night.

Within the next little while, Ponyboy and Sodapop had come home, walking through the door and chatting for a bit. Soda and Ponyboy went to their room for the night a bit after and you guys did the same. Darry was lying in bed behind you, one of his big, muscular arms draped over your waist, his body close to yours.

“I know I can be a bit harsh on Pony. I just want the best for him and I want him to do good.” Darry murmured to you out of the blue. You knew he wasn’t very emotional, and he also didn’t apologize too much, so this really was out of the blue. “Just. . . Whenever we fight, don’t assume I want to be alone after..” He let out a sigh, subconsciously holding you a little bit closer under the covers.

First Date

Summary: Your first date with Sodapop + an extra lil something at the end :)

Contains: Sodapop x Male!Reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, first date awkwardness, Reader making the first move kinda, Reader is bold enough to make the first move ig, did I mention fluff?

Warnings: Reader is nice, Soda calls Reader ‘darling’, brief implications of general homophobia since it was the 60s (sorry pooks), Reader has a few specific thoughts, but not too specific if you know what I mean?,

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Hope you enjoy and I hope this actually turned out good Uh, also, first time actually describing a kiss, so please be nice 😭

“I’m going to go to the drive-in to hang out with a buddy of mine tonight.” Soda told the gang one evening as he was getting ready, shrugging on his usual flannel and his shoes before running a hand through his hair and walking out the door with nothing more than a “See ya” and a short wave. After he left, the gang gave one another knowing looks and a few sly grins - they knew it was actually a date. They were fine with it, of course — they just thought it was funny that Sodapop was calling his date a ‘‘buddy of his’’.

When Soda finally got there, he saw you and his reckless and happy grin immediately formed on his face. His hand reached for yours and he held it in a somewhat firm but still rather gentle hold.

“Hey,” he greeted you, walking with you to buy some popcorn and a drink and find some seats to watch the movie.

When you finally found some good seats, Soda sat down next to you and put his hand over yours, a sweet but just slightly nervous smile on his lips - this was your first date so of course he’d be a tad nervous.

It was rather quiet between the two of you as you watched the film on the projector screen, sometimes with his hand grazing yours and some other awkward little moments. The movie playing was some beach movie with all those swinging songs and whatnot, albeit you weren’t too focused on the movie and instead was hyperaware of each time his palm or his fingertips grazed yours or any lingering glances Sodapop would give you.

This was your first proper date with Soda; sure, you’d gotten rather close over time when you hung out as mere friends back when he was in school before he dropped out, and you’d even gave him a kiss on the cheek before - no friends do that! Especially not guy friends - but this was the first time he’s actually taken you out somewhere with the intention of it being a date instead of just a friendly and ‘platonic’ hang out.

Once the movie was over (it felt like it ended too quick but was also too long; you wanted more time with Soda but you couldn’t focus on the movie and it felt like time was going by too slow with his lingering glances and slight touches) you got up from your seats and walked over to the garbage can to toss out the empty drink cups and the empty cup(?) of popcorn you had shared, Soda trailing close behind you like a Golden Retriever (he is a Golden Retriever don’t deny it).

After this, you began to walk home with him, his hand in your own and his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks you, in which you respond with your own form of agreement/confirmation that you did indeed enjoy this little date. “That’s good. ‘M glad.” Soda murmured.

When you both got a few blocks away from the Curtis house, you stopped abruptly.

“What’s the matter?” Soda asked, stopping as well and turning his head to look at you. He had this half-worried and caring look in his eyes, mixed with a hint of adoration and nervousness.

With his hand still interlocked with one of your own, your other hand goes to his cheek, and you lean in for a kiss. Soda didn’t stop you. When your lips finally met, it’s soft and sweet and gentle. He reciprocates the kiss and his hand lightly squeezes yours. You half-reluctantly pull back after a moment, letting the kiss linger slightly before you realize you need oxygen to breathe instead of Soda’s soft lips. He looks at you and gives you a wild grin like he’s just won the lottery. He presses a kiss to your cheek before letting go of your hand and murmuring something to you before starting to walk back to the Curtis house (He didn’t want the guys to catch you walking home with him and holding hands and whatever) after mumbling something to you in your ear.

“Can’t wait to see you next time, darling.”

Extra:

“Uhm, guys, I have a boyfriend.” Soda admitted to the gang, a tad worried about how they’d react to this new information Suddenly, Steve gave him a good-natured smack on the back and said, “We knew, Soda,” with a grin on his face “Wait, what?” Soda responded, surprised at the revelation “Yeah. We’ve known for a while. Saw your boyfriend give you a kiss on the cheek a few weeks ago. When are you going to introduce us to him?” spoke up Dally with a teasing grin Safe to say Soda’s face was a bit red after that remark, but he’d definitely introduce you soon enough.

Late Night Comfort

Summary: Reader comforts Johnny at the lot after his dad beat him

Contains: fluff and comfort, cuddling, Johnny x Reader, no use of y/n, Reader’s gender is unspecified, Johnny is the little spoon :)

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse (Not very descriptive), short and sweet

Johnny had ran over to the lot, his body feeling sore and achy from his dad hitting him, and he was sure that there would be bruises left - if the dull throbbing didn’t already prove it enough. You were there, sitting on the broken down car seat. When you saw him in his familiar denim jacket, somewhat hobbling, you grew concerned, having a hunch on what caused his pain. You stood up, stepping over to Johnny and helping him sit down.

“The old man hit me again. . .” Johnny managed to get out. His parents didn’t give two shits about him and the entire gang knew it. His dad would often beat him or whip him or yell at him, and his mom would holler at him, too. This night was no different to such horrible treatment.

You wrapped an arm around Johnny in a side hug, exhaling. He didn’t deserve to have such horrible parents, you thought.

In the darkness of the evening, you could make out the redness and discoloration on his face, and you knew there’d be more of the same discoloration and forming bruises all over him. You pulled Johnny a bit closer to your side, albeit being mindful and careful with the fact that he probably hurt all over and you shouldn’t be too firm with your hold.

“Could you stay with me tonight.?” Johnny found himself asking the question, not particularly sure why he suddenly requested it - his mouth moved quicker than he could think. You nodded, responding with some version of confirmation and acceptance of his wish to stay with him in the lot for the night.

When the sky grew darker and the desire to sleep became greater, you and Johnny found yourselves lying under the stars on the old, broken down car seat in the lot. Your arms were wrapped around his waist from behind and his back was pressed against your chest. The only sounds heard were your breathing and the possible car driving by. It was peaceful and you both found yourselves drifting off to sleep, worries nonexistent in your minds for now.

Even More Random Thoughts/Headcannons

Johnny edition!! :D

Reader's gender is unspecified as always :)

Imagine you and Johnny were in a relationship

₊⊹∣ He'd definitely share his jean jacket with you

₊⊹∣ If you offered him the option to go to your house for the night, he'd take it if you were insistent enough and when you've already been dating for a while

₊⊹∣ If you had work or school, he'd definitely walk with you

₊⊹∣ He's got nothing better to do, really

₊⊹∣ Given that he most likely dropped out or something because the teachers thought he was too dumb to understand anything that was being taught

₊⊹∣ He just needed to have it explained to him so his slow brain could get it :(

₊⊹∣ His teachers were probably so mean to him tbh

but anywho,

₊⊹∣ he'd walk with you to and from school or work and perhaps hold your hand as well

₊⊹∣ He would probably be a bit shy with PDA because he's so quiet and shy and nervous and whatever

₊⊹∣ But in private, he'll get bold enough to give you a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a chaste kiss on the lips if you're lucky

₊⊹∣ Most times all he does for PDA is wrap an arm around your waist, hold your hand, link your pinkies, or a hand on your back, maybe a kiss on the cheek when nobody is looking

₊⊹∣ But that's mainly just around the gang

₊⊹∣ The most he'll do outside of being with the gang is put his hand on your back or hold your hand

₊⊹∣ He loves, loves, loves if you run your fingers through his hair

₊⊹∣ comfort him after a rumble or dealing with his parents please ➵ he needs it you can't deny it

₊⊹∣ He'd literally be so nice to you

₊⊹∣ Your back is sore for whatever reason? You best believe this man would be (albeit kind of awkwardly) rubbing your back and encouraging you to take it easy

₊⊹∣ You need a shoulder to cry on? He's right next to you, don't worry

₊⊹∣ You're nervous about something? He'll reassure you that you'll do just fine

₊⊹∣ For those who bleed once a month - you've got a stain on your pants/skirt/shorts? He'll wrap his jacket around your waist and might steal something sweet for you or get you Aspirin to take

Scheduled a post to come out sometimes tomorrow

Was made a few days or a week ago

Not requested though

It's Soda related!!

More Random Thoughts

Just imagine how Soda would react seeing you asleep with his flannel draped over you

Just can imagine him coming home from working at the DX and seeing you either crashed out on the couch or in his bed

You'd fallen asleep and either had decided to put his flannel over yourself when you got tired because you found it comforting or were too lazy and tired to get a proper blanket Because, y'know, when you get up to do something when you're on the verge of nodding off your body wakes up again and you won't be able to fall asleep or feel that nice, lazy drowsiness in your mind like a fog

anywho,

First thing he'd notice would be that you've got his flannel draped over your torso

Man would swoon Fall in love with you all over again

When you wake up, he'd probably cuddle up to you after your nap and mumble something about how he found it so cute that his s/o had his flannel over themself when they slept

"You were so cute like that, baby. . . You look good with my flannel, hm?"

Y'know?

Then he might try and lull you back to sleep if you were still tired

but if not, he won't mind

just let him cuddle with you for a few minutes and he'll let you get up and putter around the house or get a drink or a snack

Whatever you wanted to do

Just know that he'd want and hope you'd do it more often because damn, he loved seeing something so wholesome after a long day at work

A/N: Might make a proper little short story/oneshot or whatever to this Idk Give me your thoughts please :)

Sneakpeak of a snippet in the oneshot/drabble I'm writing

83 notes on those headcannons of Soda's reaction to Reader asleep w/ his flannel?

And 91 notes on Make 'Em Pay?

:0

Didn't realize that they were that good 😭😭😭

Sleepiness

Summary: Sodapop comes home to see something unexpected

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x Reader, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader’s gender unspecified

Warnings: Soda calls reader “sweetheart”, cursing?, tired Soda, once mentioned people being mean to Soda :(, Soda’s the big spoon

Prompt:: N/A

Word Count: 441

A/N: Made a oneshot/drabble of the headcannons from a bit ago! Hope you enjoy :) Sorry it's so short!!

Sodapop had had a long, tiring day at work. He had lousy customers who wouldn’t stop complaining or talking about unrelated things that had nothing to do with him or making remarks about things they shouldn’t have - like how he was far too lucky with his looks and that it was a damned shame he was a Greaser or how the prices were expensive (As if he could do something about that!!) - and it had really got on his nerves (just annoyed, really). All he wanted to do was relax, sit down, maybe have a hot shower, and see his beloved.

The truck engine came to a stop as it was turned off and the truck door could be heard slamming shut. He was finally home. The screen door clattered shut as he entered the Curtis house, shouting an “I’m home!” as he slipped his shoes off, but stopped and fell quiet when he saw you. You were dead asleep on the couch, TV playing awfully quiet background noise, with his flannel draped on top of you like a blanket. His flannel.

He stood dumbfounded for a minute before a wide grin spread over his face with his heart racing and his mind reeling - he swore he was falling in love with you all over again - and he walked over to your slumbering form. The cushions of the couch dipped with the added weight as he climbed over to lay down behind you, draping his arm over your waist and holding you real close, nuzzling his face in your neck.

After a while, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes, you awoke. Your eyes opened blearily and you had the vague notion that someone was lying behind you - as if the way you felt someone’s warm breath fanning over your neck and an arm ‘round your waist wasn’t enough to make that conclusion. You stretched/extended your arms and shifted, bringing Soda’s attention to the fact that you were now awake.

“You sleep good, sweetheart? Y’look so cute with my flannel like this, hm? ‘Should wear it more often.” Soda murmured in your ear.

You gave your response to his inquiry on your nap that was some sort of sleepy “mhm” or “yeah” and lied there on the couch for a few extra moments with Soda clinging to your form. Then, you half-reluctantly got up and did your thing of getting a glass of water or maybe a snack and whatnot, Soda still having that dopey, dreamy smile on his face after seeing you with his (albeit worn and well-loved) flannel.

Nah cuz the was this made me grin and internally giggle when I read this

First dates with each of the Greasers !! (HCs)

(These might sound a bit ‘inaccurate’ to some, but I personally think everyone would be a bit nervous/shy on a first date as well as being more soft. I mean, it’s a date with just the two of you, trying to look tough isn’t their biggest worry lol. I try to keep everything as accurate as possible. I also tried to keep these as gender neutral as possible but I am a cis fem so I can really only see scenarios through my own eyes. I’m trying!)

Warnings - Just fluff, how I think a first date situation with each member would go

Author’s Note - I GOT THREE FICS COOKED UP IN MY DRAFTS WHICH EXPLAINS MY INACTIVITY !! ENJOY 🫂

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Ponyboy

He would lose his mind trying to make everything perfect. I feel he’s not the type to ask someone out without being friends or at least acquaintances first, he has to know you. He needs to know some of your interests, things you dislike - basics. He’ll curate the date and try to incorporate things he knows you’re into to create better conversation.

He definitely thought he was going to get rejected when he first asked you on the date. He mentally rehearsed what he was going to say for at least a week until the date planned finally arrived. He purposefully tried to look his best that exact day to impress you further.

Ponyboy would sooo take you out on a movie date ☹️. He would go for someone who shares similar interests as him - the love for movies a big one on his checklist. He would save up to buy tickets for the both of you to look good instead of just sneaking in. He might even bum Darry of a few cents to ensure he had enough.

“So… how’s about we go see a movie tonight? Tickets for two, on me.”

He definitely smiled like a complete idiot after the question was posed, feeling embarrassed already.

His biggest accomplishment of the night would be to ‘subtly’ hold your hand. He’s too scared to straight up grab it, so he would try to work his hand towards yours as the movie progresses.

He felt more mature than usual. A first date with you was probably his first date ever so it was probably an even bigger deal to him than most.

Johnny

He had his eye on you for a good while before he finally found the right opportunity to ask you out. I can see him watching you from afar in class or somewhere during school, sitting there and drowning in admiration. He would give little side glances with a straight face so that nobody would think he was looking your way. He is Mr. Nonchalant at its finest 🙁🙏🏻

He would finally break it to Dallas he’s got the hots for “some kid at school” and ask how he should make a move. Obviously Dallas would tease him a bit, only to give him tips Johnny would never use. “You go up to ‘em, tell ‘em where the date is - introductions later. Add a little kiss on the cheek and there ya go.” Johnny would probably force a laugh or something and make a mental note to do the exact opposite.

HE WOULD ASK YOU TO A DINER !! I literally can’t stress this enough, Johnny needs to be able to be a listener at times and the speaker at others. He would strategically plan this shit out and eliminate any other ‘typical first dates’ besides going out to eat. Conversation gets awkward? He’s planning to shovel some food in so you feel obligated to talk more. This gives him a good opportunity to get to know you more and ask for your opinions on the food there, which flavor of milkshake you prefer best, or small talk about school and things you may have in common. He’s such an observer and he’ll find lots to talk about when it’s just you two.

Similar to Ponyboy, he was probably so worked up about thinking of asking you on the date. I can see him picking at that little area of skin beside his nails while he asks you, giving you a lopsided smile because he felt stupid. He’d try to think of some excuse to talk to you before asking you out.

“So I was thinking if you, y’know… wanna get something to eat later…? We could go to that diner if you’re up for it.”

He would literally not stop smiling when you accepted the offer. Johnny would do a good job at hiding the flustered feeling pretty well, but hiding a smile that big is hard for him.

I honestly don’t see him as the type to try to impress people. He is who he is and he wants someone who will actually be interested in his normal self. I don’t see him trying to fancy himself up or anything along those lines.

During the date he would try to sneak as many little glances as possible without trying to show it. Obviously he finds you attractive if he’s desperate enough to ask you out, but he doesn’t want to seem too obsessive.

He’d offer to walk you home and be the bigger person even though he doesn’t like to roam around alone at night anymore. He’d be a little hesitant, but he wants to feel protective of some sort and what better what to show it than walk you home and keep you safe?

Dallas

Surprisingly, if Dallas truly has interest for someone he won’t be so bitter about it. He can’t control how his own personality is perceived by others, but he’ll surely tone it down a bit just for your sake.

Social anxiety is afraid of Dallas. He’ll be in the middle of the most mundane task when he notices you. I can totally see him at a gas station, filling up Buck’s car, or attempting to steal some cigarettes from a corner store when he bumps into you. Unlike the others, I feel as if he goes solely off of looks before personality. He’s so raw and isn’t afraid to speak his mind.

His flirting style is a bit aggressive but it surprisingly works half the time - if the attraction is mutual of course. Dallas would say some corny pick up line or straight up call you some pet name before posing the question. He’s definitely the persistent type for sure. If you turn him down he’ll try and persuade his way into the date becoming an official plan.

“Damn, baby - I forgot all about our date tonight,” while proceeding to show he’s checking you out, no hesitation. While you’re over there confused out of your mind, he’ll laugh to himself and attempt to get you to play along.

“I’m serious. Be over at Buck Merril’s Roadhouse at ten.”

I can’t see him doing anything cutesy or romantic on a first date. He’s like the opposite from most, he’ll save the sweet stuff until he’s comfortable and knows he can be more vulnerable with you. His idea of a first date is something he would most likely do with friends.

Dallas would invite you over to lay down with him and get to know your personality better. He’s not so excited to know all of your interests and desires yet, but rather how you are as a person and your morals. He’d probably try to put on a movie in the background while inviting you to share a blunt in bed. He finds conversation to be what reels him in most, and he knows the best conversations flow when high.

He would be such a tease the entire night. He would let small comments slip, even small touches and gestures to help ease you into growing more comfortable with him. He’ll make it his goal to have you wanting more and more of him - hopefully leading to more dates to come.

Sodapop

He probably fell in love at first sight and immediately knew the two of you would have chemistry.

I just know he saw you at the DX and waltzed right up to you with that big, charming grin on his face.

Soda is definitely more bold when he asks somebody out because he knows he’s handsome. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t reject him.

“Name is Soda, Sodapop actually,” while he proceeds to introduce himself to you and converse for a few minutes before asking the big question. I feel he’s such a friendly and kind person so he’d definitely be good at making interesting conversation and let it flow naturally before he even attempts to mention a date.

“We should totally see each other sometime. Like - soon.” followed up with a sweet smile while he waits for your response.

I feel like he’s such a family type of guy. He would have to make sure you love his friends as well as Ponyboy and Darry only because he sees them as brothers too. I feel like Soda would have a big hangout with the gang where he invites you and weasels his way into claiming it’s a ‘date’.

I think of something casual and fun like a bonfire where you all chit chat and make s’mores, huddled up against each other. This seems more of like a fall/winter type of date but HEAR ME OUT!!

So of course, you accept his offer and head over to his place where you meet the others and accompany them while sitting beside Soda.

He would for sure tell them about you before hand and try to make them get their act together because he feels as first dates are more important than others. Leaving a good first impression is vital. “Just be cool, we’re gonna have fun, don’t embarrass me this time... please?” with a cheesy ass smile to seal it in.

STOP BC SODAPOP IS SUCH A KISS GOODBYE TYPE OF PERSON !!

Soda would try to get all cuddly and shit by the fire the whole night, progressively getting more bold. He would start with small compliments and smiles, moving towards looping an arm around you, etc. By the end of the night he feels like he’s made enough progress to get a little goodbye kiss from you, even if it’s a small peck on the cheek.

“Aw, come on, no kiss?” as he gently places his hands on your upper arms.

Steve

Steve seems like such a sweet guy once you get past the whole ‘tough guy’ exterior he likes to keep up. He would definitely have to know you a bit before asking you out, so I think you would be somewhat friends with him previous to the big question.

He lovesss people with that natural spunk so I can see him taking you out to some party for kicks. Nothing crazy, but some small venue where music is bumping and the two of you can just share a good time without having to worry about much else.

OKAY SO Steve is definitely more of a bolder type of person when it comes to asking someone out. He’s not shy or nervous or anything - more so expectant.

He gets a bunch of attention from all kinds of customers at the DX although they usually rush to see Soda first.

He gets a lottt of tips from Soda on how to shoot his shot and not get flat out rejected.

Steve would probably have been crushing on you for a good while before making a move. I can see the two of you are engaging in the gang’s typical activities, hanging out or chit-chatting in the lot. Steve tries to subtly have some alone time with you when he executes the big question. I just know he asked Soda and/or Dallas to help distract the others 😭

He’ll try and keep his cool even though he’s beyond excited to finally spill it. I’m talking like clearing his throat and uncontrollably smiling seconds prior.

“What do you say to maybe goin’ to some party with me come this weekend?”

All goes accordingly and here comes the day of the date. He’ll try his absolute best to look spotless just to further impress you.

He would offer to pick you up and everything as he tries to seem like a gentleman.

Once you arrive, he would break the ice immediately and take you by the hand to dance, not caring enough to waste time being stuck in that awkward phase.

I just know he would get so flustered when you come in close contact or have some form of physical touch within a specific dance. Steve Randle is touch deprived. He loves that shit.

During upbeat songs he would actually kill it and own the dance floor with you with no shame whatsoever.

Whether it’s an upbeat and groovy song or a more slow one, he’d make the most of every moment with you and try to make this night one to remember in hopes you’ll want to go out again sometime soon.

Darrel

Darry would be the best boyfriend to ever exist, lemme tell you right now.

He’s definitely a big family guy as well, so it’s not surprising he would want someone who’s willing to commit and have intimate and vulnerable moments with.

Since he’s 20, I feel this is a time for him where people his age start to forget about having a stupid high school relationship and begin looking for a serious relationship.

I’m getting ‘friends throughout teenage years, lovers as young adults’ kind of vibes from Darry. The two of you most likely kept in contact and see each other here and there since senior year ended.

Darry would have mentally prepared himself to ask you out for a date at least a week in advance after noticing he’s caught feelings for his high school buddy.

He was most likely pacing around and trying to script out his lines before he finally gathered enough courage to call you. Since seeing each other face to face is harder to get around with work and watching out for his brothers, he resorts to calling you late at night when Soda and Ponyboy are asleep.

He wouldn’t stall or try to linger on about the topic, he would get straight to the point, just like ripping off a bandaid.

“Hey, it’s been a minute since I last saw you and everything. How does a date sound? I’ve been eyeing that restaurant downtown for a while…we might enjoy it.”

I know he would be giggling and smiling nonstop after you accepted his offer 😭

Come the day of the date, Darry had saved up enough to make a reservation at the somewhat fancy restaurant he mentioned on the phone call. (It’s canon that Darry would most likely be a soc if it weren’t for the gang so I’m envisioning this date based off of that.)

He would so give you his jacket/blazer before he sat down on his side of the table. I’m talking like wrapping it around your shoulder type of thing.

The restaurant is definitely more fancy than the usual diner he’d buy some cheap fast food from, but not fancy like some banquet. He would try and make everything run smoothly by planning it beforehand with the booking, nicer outfit, and picking you up to drive you there.

During the date he would sit and admire you from across the table as you awaited your food, loving the sound of your voice as you rambled on and on. He would’ve planned this whole thing out, trying to come up with a date where you could get to know one another without having to do much else. The point of the date is to talk, not have fun and goof around - but maybe catch up on life together.

Two-Bit

He isn’t one to settle down and usually goes after someone on a lonely night or just for kicks. When he does fancy someone for a long period of time, he makes sure you know it.

I get a lot of ‘friends with benefits’ kind of vibe from him because he seems to be the friendly type who can get along with pretty much anyone. Since he finds you attractive and a pleasure to be around, you settled for this weird arrangement.

Weeks into this situationship type of bond, he realized he may want more than a casual flirty friendship.

He’s definitely bold too, like BOLD.

Two-Bit wouldn’t be shy or anything when asking you. I think he would straight up say something blunt like “Let’s go on a date. Sound like fun?” And then proceed to list date ideas to you.

HE WOULD TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE FUN!!

I can see him taking you to a car show or something and being able to crack jokes and show off his knowledge on cars to you. He brings the good vibes and fun, so even if the date doesn’t sound too appealing to you, you’re guaranteed to have a good time with him.

At the show, Two-Bit would definitely gasp and fawn over every pretty car and continue on and on about the make, model, and how unique the style of it is. He would make small comments and flirtatious suggestions just to make you smile.

“Like that one? Imagine all the fun dates we could go in that!”

Y’all might flame me for this but I think he loves hugs 😭. By the end of the date he would initiate a semi-long hug and smile smugly while you caved in and hugged him right back.

Also gonna get flamed, but he would call you cute names and things super casually. In the middle of a sentence he’ll refer to you as “baby”, or “darling” even though the two of you aren’t dating.

He’s a sweetheart deep down and yall know it. He would go the extra mile when he genuinely likes somebody. He would act a gentleman and share his interests with you. HE CARES!!

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