#johnny cade
are gay now
A/N: Just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the title “Dallas Winston’s Twin Sister” it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from well over two years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing. Should I do recaps in the summary instead of the whole story’s summary every time? Let yuh boy know
Warnings: fighting, blood, knives, death, nightmare
Trigger warning: suicidal Johnny for a few sentences
Summary: The only things you and your brother cared about were each other, and your best friend Johnny. You cared about the rest of the gang, but Johnny was like the younger brother you both never had. You’d do whatever you had to in order to protect your friend, even when it means you were the one in danger.
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“Y/N what the hell?” Twobit screamed like a little girl making you slide off his back dying of laughter.
“You should have seen your face.” You wheezed out leaning on him.
“Hey, why is your face red?” He asked touching your face, making you flinch when you felt pain shoot through your cheek where he put his hand.
“Oh, Tim hit me because I took the blame for Dallas slashing his tires. No big deal.” You shrugged, wrapping my arm around Johnny’s shoulder.
“Why would you do that?” Cherry asked, sounding shocked, making you laugh.
“He’s my brother. I’d do anything for him, just like he’d do anything for me.” You explained softly, looking out into the distance and you saw flashes of hands covered in blood and a body laying limp on the floor.
“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name and a hand on my shoulder making you jump. “You okay?” Twobit asked when you looked up at him since he was the one who put his hand on your shoulder.
You gave him a small nod before taking a shaky breath, you knew you shouldn’t have been thinking about that, trying to push it to the back of your head. Cherry and Ponyboy were talking about Darry and Sodapop but you didn’t pay much attention until Ponyboy got mad at Johnny making Twobit hit him upside the head, and good thing Twobit got him, because you wouldn’t have been so nice.
“I’m sorry I just got a little mad.” Ponyboy apologized to Johnny.
“That’s all right, don’t worry about it.” Johnny told him, making you sigh. You hated that Johnny just accepted the way people treated him, but you knew there wasn’t anything you could do.
“We couldn’t get along without you.” Twobit told Ponyboy while all of you started to walk again.
“Marcia.” Cherry called over to you all, finally cluing you in on her friend’s name.
“What are we gonna do?” Marcia asked when a blue mustang pulled up behind you.
“Just act normal.” Cherry said looking down.
“Who are these clowns?” You asked when two guys got out of the car.
“Cherry what’s going on? What are you doing?” One of them stumbled over to us obviously drunk. “Just because we got a little drunk doesn’t mean-” the guy started but Cherry cut him off.
“A little?! You call reeling and passing out on the streets a little?! Bob I’ve told you before I’m never going out with you and your drink again I mean it!” Cherry shouted at him.
“That’s no reason to go walking the street with these bums.” The other one chipped in while Bob took a drink from his flask.
“Who you calling bums pal?” Twobit asked walking up next to me.
“You!“ The guy exclaimed, pulling Twobit’s sweater off of Marcia.
“Randy!” She whined, making you roll your eyes.
“Listen we got 2 more of us in the back seat.“ Randy told you, and you couldn’t help but scoff at him trying to scare you. Twobit turned to the gate breaking the bottle he had in his hand tossing it to you before he flipped open his switch.
"Pity the back seat.” Twobit told Randy holding out his switch.
“If your looking for a fight-” Randy started and you cut him off.
“I am looking for a fight.” You fired back and all of you started to argue.
“We’ll go with you alright? Well go with you. Just give me a minute.” Cherry exclaimed, getting you all to get quiet.
“Why? We ain’t scared of these bastards.” You told her, tightening your grip on the bottle as you looked at Bob when he got up, making you glare at him.
“I hate fights alright. I hate em.” She said walking over to Ponyboy. Bob laughed sitting back on the car taking another drink from the flask. You looked over and saw Johnny looking away from you with his head down and you pulled him behind you.
“Cherry come on.” Bob called Cherry after a while of you awkwardly standing there.
“I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I’ll probably fall in love with him.” You heard Cherry say when she got closer to you making you mentally gag.
“You okay?” You whispered to Johnny and he nodded.
“Come on baby.” Bob said when Cherry walked over to the car.
“Don’t touch me.” She spat at him before she got in the car. Ponyboy walked back over to you and bent down to pick up the broken glass making you shake your head.
“Ponyboy, just leave it there.” You told him but he continued to pick it up, completely ignoring you.
“Just watch it grease ball.” Randy told you when he started driving away.
“Says who?” Twobit asked and you looked at Johnny who looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Johnny, what’s wrong?” You asked him, making him look over at you.
“Those guys, just reminded me of the ones from that night.” He explained looking scared.
“Well if they are those guys you just tell me and I’ll go make them pay for what they did to you." You told him, making him nod.
"Boy those two were the best looking girls I’ve ever seen.” Twobit thought aloud while you all walked home.
“Yeah.” Ponyboy replied sounding mesmerized.
“I think someone may be a little too smitten.” You joked to Twobit making Ponyboy get mad at you. “Oh hush I’m joking.” You said patting him on the back befor you winked at Twobit making you both laugh. Twobit stuck something in his mouth, chewing it up before spitting it out. “What was that?” You asked him while you watched it fly away.
“Marcia’s number. Probably a phony one too. I must have been out of my mind to ask for it. Girl like that wouldn’t go out with me anyway. Where y'all going?” He asked.
“Home.” Ponyboy said. Johnny’s Mom yelled as you passed by Johnny’s house making you sigh.
“I hate when my folks are fighting. Let’s go to the lot.” Johnny said, catching up to you. You all sat down and you finally took off your jacket giving it to Ponyboy.
“Wear it or I kill you.” You explained since he was rubbing his arms.
“Fine.” He grumbled before using it as a makeshift cover.
“It’s because we’re greasers Pone. Might have hurt her reputation or something that’s all. Don’t worry about it.” Johnny told Ponyboy when you both laid next to Ponyboy with you in the middle.
“Yeah I guess so.” He said, sounding upset.
“Man that was a tough car huh? Mustangs they’re tough.” Johnny thought out loud making you turn your head to him.
“Big time socs all right. It’s always the same.” Ponyboy sat up quickly getting mad throwing a twig.
You got comfortable, looking up at the sky staring, deep in thought. In the distance you could hear people arguing, and there was no doubt it was Johnny’s parents. Johnny started breathing heavily next to you making you furrow your brows and sit up before you looked down at him with concern.
“I can’t take much more of this you guys. I’ll- I’ll kill my self if something. I don’t know.” Johnny explained, starting to freak out putting his hands on his head. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to comfort him as Ponyboy came over to you.
“Now Johnny…” Ponyboy trailed, not having a clue what to say.
“Come on you can’t kill yourself.” You told Johnny while you rubbed his back.
“I gotta do something.” Johnny explained, his voice shaky and Ponyboy joined in on the hug. You all laid back down and you still had your arm wrapped around Johnny trying to comfort him, resting your head on his shoulder. “It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or socs. Must be someplace… with just plain ordinary people."Johnny choked out the last word making you pull him closer.
"It’s like that out in the country. Away from all the big towns. Out in the country. I miss going there with my folks.” Ponyboy muttered the last part and you started to feel your eyes flutter close as you fell asleep with your head on Johnny’s shoulder and Ponyboy leaning on you.
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“I’m going to kill you!” Nathan yelled in your face pulling out his knife, holding it up to your face.
“You’re going to kill me for something I didn’t do?” You asked him, fixating my eyes on the blade.
“You didn’t do anything? So you call embarrassing me in front of all my friends not doing anything?” He growled.
“You were drunk and you were telling your friends all about Dallas and I and talking about how we had been to jail. You lied to them and started telling them all these things I’ve done which I haven’t even done. I wasn’t going to let you lie about what I’ve done with someone Nathan.” You spat in his face.
“That didn’t give you the right to hit any of my friends when they came near you.” He told you, his breath fanning your face and you smelled alcohol.
“Are you seriously drunk again? Nathan they were trying to do things I didn’t want to do! What was I supposed to do? Just sit there? I’m sorry but I’m not you. I’m not going to let people do whatever they want to me just so I can fit in with them!“ You yelled in his face.
He finally lifted the blade, and you moved to get out of he way, but it lodged itself into your shoulder. Adrenaline kicked in as you pulled it out of your shoulder, looking at it shocked you looked up at Nathan, his eyes were filled with anger. He came toward you and your instincts took over and all you could see was red while you cut Nathan’s cheek when he tried to grab you. He knocked the blade out of your hand when he slugged you in the face. You could hardly move as you reached your hand out, looking for the blade. Your hand wrapped around something metal and you swung it toward him, getting him in the gut. You repeatedly stabbed him until he fell off of you, lying motionless on the ground.
"No no no no no.” You muttered to yourself trying to push down on his wounds while blood came out. You let out a scream tugging at your hair, scooting away from his body. Dallas ran into my room and stopped dead in his tracks. “Dallas. I killed him. I- I killed him. Oh they’re gonna give me the chair. It wasn’t my fault he- he came toward me I just-” You rambled, breaking down. Dallas ran over to you pulling you up into his arms while sobbed.
“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll take care of it. I’ll help you don’t worry.” Dallas reassured you. He walked you over to the bathroom, handing you clothes and a towel. “Now wash off all the blood and I’ll take care of this.” He told you and you stayed silent.
You turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm while you stripped yourself of your bloody clothes. You watched while all the blood pooled at the bottom of the tub, making the water turn red. Your shoulder stung when the water hit the open wound, making you avoid it when you washed up. You used the soap to scrub your hands clean of the blood, starting to cry as you began scrubbing harder even after all the blood was gone.
You got out of the shower, drying off and put on the clothes Dallas gave you, seeing that your bloody clothes were gone. You figured Dallas must have taken them to the wash. You looked at yourself in the mirror and your eyes looked puffy. You saw your shoulder in the mirror, blood still coming out of the wound. You let out a sob, punching the mirror making it shatter to pieces, some lodging into your knuckles making Dallas swung the door open making you cry harder.
“Hey it’s okay. Don’t worry I already got Mike to take care of the body and I burned your clothes. I cleaned your floor. Come on.” Dallas told you, trying to calm you down, sitting you down on the toilet as he pulled out the first aid kit. He first patched up your knuckles, getting disinfectant and put it on the wound on your shoulder. You bit your lip when it started to sting before Dallas put a bandage on it. “Was he drunk?” Dallas asked you and you just stared at the wall nodding. “Good that’s what you can tell the cops if they end up finding out about this.” Dallas asked, making you look at him.
“What do you mean? Why would they come here?” You asked, worry evident in your voice.
“Y/N. It’ll be fine I’m telling you just in case.” Dallas explained, making youu calm down. A few hours later the doorbell rang making your heart drop.
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Masterlist 1 (anything before 3/6/20)
This is just here so I can have it linked and ready for next time, so if you guys already want to save it or whatever you do with masterlists then be my guest.
Updated: 5/2/20
Fandoms on this list: Newsies, Supernatural, Falsettos
Key: S- Smut, H- Headcanon, M- Male reader
Newsies
Jack Kelly
Crutchie Morris
David ‘Davey’ Jacobs
Spot Conlon
Racetrack Higgins
Albert DaSilva
JoJo De La Guerra
Finch Cortez
Morris Delancey
Specs
Sarah Jacobs
Ships
All Newsies
- Sports
- April Fool’s Day (H)
- Quarantine (H)
- Change Your Mind
- First Time (SH) part onepart two
- Anniversaries (H)
Supernatural
Charlie Bradbury
Dean Winchester
Twilight
Alec
Falsettos
Whizzer Brown
The Outsiders
Sodapop Curtis
Dallas Winston
Johnny Cade
I hope everyone had a great April, hopefully I write more this month :)
A/N: Just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the title “Dallas Winston’s Twin Sister” it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from well over two years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing
Warnings: Dallas being Dallas, fighting
Summary: The only things you and your brother cared about were each other, and your best friend Johnny. You cared about the rest of the gang, but Johnny was like the younger brother you both never had. You’d do whatever you had to in order to protect your friend, even when it means you were the one in danger.
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When you got to the drive in, the movie was already playing and all four of you slid through the hole under a gate right by the show one by one. You passed this one mustang, and you could hear this girl arguing with her boyfriend making you laugh. The four of you hopped over a railing and got seats almo. The same girl that was arguing with her boyfriend sat right in front of us with her friend making me groan internally.
“I’m freezing man.” Ponyboy complained shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
“Why didn’t you bring a coat stupid?” Dallas asked while he tried to turn on his match to light his cigarette.
“I forgot.” Ponyboy muttered looking at the movie. You slipped off your jacket, handing it over to Ponyboy.
“Here.” You told him, but he shook his head making you roll your eyes putting it back on. Dallas went to the seat next to some redhead and was finally able to light his match, making both of the girls jump. One started giggling and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“Some cute redhead huh?” Dallas told you making the other girl giggle. “Are you a real redhead?” He asked the girl going up to her real close and not to anyone’s surprise the other girl giggled again.
“Come on Dal.” Johnny said and you looked over at him shaking your head. If Johnny told him to stop, Dallas would probably get mad and you didn’t need Dallas mad at Johnny.
“Are you real?” Dallas asked again as he put his feet up on the chair next to her making him fall out of his chair making all of you laugh while he got back up. “How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair that you have on your uh” Dallas started and you smirked trying not to laugh since you knew what he was gonna say next. “These eyebrows. Is it?” He finished and you scoffed making him shoot you a look. Dallas laughed to himself, sitting back down making you shake your head.
“Cut it out Dal.” Johnny told him looking back at the girls. You nudged him with your leg silently telling him to be quiet. Dallas was messing with the back of the girls chair like a child and you had to hold back a laugh because you could tell she was getting annoyed.
“Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap.” The girl said over her shoulder to Dallas.
“Who’s gonna make me huh? Your boyfriend?” Dallas asked her as Johnny got up.
“I’m gonna get a coke.” He told you while he left making Dallas have to put down his legs.
“Leave her alone Dal.” Ponyboy told him and you pinched Ponyboy making him hit your hand. No one tells Dallas what to do, he’d never listen. You saw the giggly girl whisper something to the redhead, making your eyebrows knit together.
“Sure whatever you say honey.” Dallas told Ponyboy, making you smirk and give Dallas a small high five.
“You better leave us alone or I’ll call the cops.” The red threatened him making you laugh.
“Oh my my. You got me scared to death. What, what am I gonna do now Y/N huh? This girl’s making me shake.” Dallas joked, making you laugh even more.
“Why don’t you leave us alone? Be nice and leave us alone!” The girl said getting mad cutting Dallas off from saying something else.
“I’m never nice.” Dallas replied, getting close to her again. “Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7-up?” Dallas asked, almost sounding polite.
“Get lost hood!” She screamed in Dallas’ face making you glare at her.
“Hey I’m sorry. I didn’t, I didn’t know you had this problem with, yelling in my face. Okay, all right I’ll go. I know when I’m not wanted.” Dallas explained getting up and walking away.
“Are you gonna start in on us now too?” The redhead asked, turning around to face you.
“Please, you’re both not my type.” You joked, giving Ponyboy a small shove.
“No.” Ponyboy replied to her softly.
“You don’t look the type anyway. What’s your name?” She asked Ponyboy as she looked at you cautiously.
“Ponyboy Curtis.” Ponyboy told her, shifting in his seat.
“That’s an original name.” She told him laughing a little while she ignored you. You didn’t really care since you already didn’t like her.
“Yeah. My dad, he was an original person. I got a brother named Sodapop. It even says so on his birth certificate.” Ponyboy told her, sounding excited. If you got money every time he said that you’d probably be able to bail Dallas out of jail whenever he goes.
“My name is Sherri but my friends call me Cherry because of my hair.” She told him, smiling at him softly.
“Yeah I know. We go to the same school. You’re a cheerleader.” Ponyboy told her adding the last part when she gave him a confused look.
"You don’t look old enough to be going to high school.“ The other girl told him.
"What’s a nice boy like you doing hanging around with that trash?” Cherry asked, making you roll your eyes.
“Dally’s my buddy and Dani’s brother. I’m a grease too. We’re all friends.” Ponyboy told her, sounding upset.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” She told him, sounding like she felt bad, but there was no doubt in your mind that it was probably fake.
Johnny finally came back from getting coke, and you stopped paying attention to the conversation between Cherry and Ponyboy. You grabbed Johnny’s coke out of his hand, drinking some giving him a small smile. He looked at you like he was about to complain about you getting some but, but you quickly kissed his cheek.
“Thanks Johnny.” You laughed making him blush. Dallas walked up with a countless amount of drinks, and handed them to each of you.
“Here, since I stole some from you you can have the one with more in it.” You told Johnny, handing him your cup, switching with his.
“Here, I thought this might cool you off.” Dallas told Cherry, handing her a drink making you laugh a little.
“Maybe that will cool you off greaser. When you learn to talk and act decent I might cool off too!” Cherry exclaimed while she threw the drink in Dallas’ face.
“Fiery huh? Just the way I like it ‘em.” Dallas replied, getting close to Cherry.
“Leave her alone Dallas.” You told him when you saw Johnny was about to say something.
“What’d you say?” He asked you, getting mad.
“You heard me. I said leave her alone.” You told him standing up. You thought it was better to have Dallas get mad at you than Johnny.
“What’d you say you little shit? What’d you say to me?” He asked again, getting more mad.
“You heard me, kid brother.” You told him getting mad right back. You were born before a few minutes Dallas and you always used it to your advantage when you had to.
“You wise ass.” He mumbled as Johnny pulled you back down to sit next to him. Dallas got up pushing his chair making it fall before he walked away.
“Thanks.” Johnny whispered to you and you nodded smiling at him.
“Now you blew it.” Ponyboy told you, making you scoff.
“He’s my brother little Curtis, I can talk to him however I please.” You told him, stealing a piece of popcorn from his container.
“Thank you. He had me scared to death.” She nodded to you, giving you attention for the first time that night.
“Sure didn’t show it. Ain’t nobody talk to Dal like that.” Johnny chipped in.
“From what I saw, she does.” Cherry replied looking at you.
“That’s different, I’m his sister, I’m allowed to talk to him however I like.” You shrugged, drinking your coke.
“Why don’t y'all sit up here with us so you can protect us?” The other girl asked the three of you, smiling.
“What do you think man?” Johnny asked Ponyboy who had a smile on his face.
“Might as well.” Ponyboy agreed, wiping the smile off his face pretty quickly. You all sat in the empty chairs near the girls, and got settled in.
“How old are y'all?” The other girl asked.
“14” “16” “17” You all told them.
“Huh I thought both you boys were-” Cherry started and she said 16 while her friend said 14. “You look a little older though.” Cherry told you and you shrugged.
“Go through stuff you might look older too red.” You told her, giving her your own nickname, making her look away awkwardly after that.
“How come y'all ain’t scared of us like you was Dally?” Johnny asked them.
“You two are too sweet looking to scare anyone. You’re surprisingly just like your brother though.” Cherry replied. aiming the last part toward you making you shrug. People always said that you were like a girl version of Dallas. You’d been to jail about the same amount of times, maybe Dallas a few more than you, but the gang knew me and knew I could be sweet when I wanted to be. “Besides I know about the Winston’s. You and Johnny don’t look mean.” She told Ponyboy, making you furrow your brows, wondering what she meant.
“Yeah right. We’re young and innocent.” Ponyboy said, sounding like an upset child.
“No, you’re just not dirty.” She told him.
“Come on Dal and Y/N are okay. I mean they’re tough and all but they’re both cool if you get to know them.” Johnny told her, sticking up for the both of you making you smile at him.
“He’d leave you alone if he knew who you were.” Ponyboy explained.
“Well I’m glad he doesn’t know us. I kind of admire him.” Cherry thought out loud making you mentally gag.
“All right greaser you’re dead!” You heard from behind you as someone grabbed Johnny. Johnny jumped out of his skin, and you all looked and saw Twobit.
“Hey Twobit.” Ponyboy called from where he was sitting.
“This hair’s out of place.” Twobit laughed running his switchblade over Johnny’s hair.
“Do you mind?” You asked the other girl, reaching for her soda. She shook her head, handing it to you making you nod as a thank you to her.
“Here kid. Have a beer it’ll settle your nerves.” Twobit told Johnny, handing him the beer he’d brought. You sucked up some soda through the straw before spitting it at Twobit before handing back the girl her drink.
“That’s not funny Twobit.” You told him while he wiped his face.
“Well who do we got here your great grandmothers?” Twobit joked making the girl laugh. “What are you young ladies doing hanging out with these greasers anyway huh? Twobit asked, trying to sound like a Soc.
"Dal was bothering them and they wanted us to come sit with them.” Johnny told Twobit.
“He was huh?” Twobit asked near your face, squeezing your shoulder hard getting you back for spitting coke in his face. “Where is old Dal now anyway?” He asked.
“Yeah where is old Dally?” You heard someone asked and you looked up to see Tim Shepard.
“He left Tim.” Ponyboy told him, picking at his popcorn.
“Hey I know he slashed my tires.” Tim accused, angrily looking over at you.
“Look Tim. He left. He’s not here. Really. You guys seen Dally?” Ponyboy asked all of you winking and you all said no.
“Yeah well I’ll be looking for him. Come on Winston.” Tim told you, making you look over at him confused.
“What?” You asked as he was staring at you.
“Come on we are going to go find your brother.” He explained, walking up to you, grabbing your upper arm pulling you out of my chair.
“Hey Tim if Dally did slash your tires it’s not Y/N’s fault.” Twobit told him as he was about to get up.
“If I don’t find Dally then someone’s gotta pay for it. Got to give him a message now don’t I?” Tim asked as he pulled you close to him. You looked up at Tim while he looked down at you, and he had a look in his eye that was meaner than usual.
“Y/N.” You heard from behind you and you looked back seeing Johnny.
“It’ll be alright Johnny don’t worry.” You told him while Tim dragged you away.
“Hey I can walk by myself okay.” You spat at him, pulling your arm out of his grip.
“Doesn’t look like it.” He fired back when he saw you grabbing your side where William had kicked you earlier. “What happened?” He asked, almost sounding worried.
“Don’t act like you care Shepard.” You rolled your eyes as you kept walking. He muttered something under his breath and you were about to say something, but he grabbed you by the neck with a firm grip. “There he is.” He whispered to me. “Hey Winston!” Tim called Dallas who was talking to a girl. Dallas looked over and quickly walked over to us, ignoring everybody around him.
“Let her go.” Dallas glared at Tim.
“I know you slashed my tires Dallas.” Tim told him, tightening his grip around your neck.
“He didn’t slash them Tim. I did.” You choked out, lying and saw Dallas look at you in shock.
“No I-” Dallas started but you cut him off.
“Don’t try and cover for me Dallas. I slashed the tires.” You told Tim, and his grip loosened. He spun me around and you got a good blow to the face. He threw you to Dallas and he caught you holding you tightly to him.
“Do it again Winston and it’ll be worse.” Tim spat over to us and you sighed when he walked away.
“Do something like that again and I’m gonna kill you.” Dallas explained, shoving you.
“You already fought someone once today because of me. I just returned the favor.” You told him, and probably made him even more mad. “I probably won’t come back tonight because I’m gonna stay with Johnny and make sure he’s okay because he’s been acting strange lately.” I told Dallas and he nodded smiling a little. “Wait.” You stopped before walking away. “What did Johnny tell you earlier that he wouldn’t tell me?” You asked, looking up at Dallas.
“Now you’ll just have to ask him yourself now won’t you?” Dallas told you, smiling and avoided the question. You groaned to yourself, walking back toward the drive in and you saw the boys walking with Cherry and her friend before you ran up behind them, jumping onto Twobit’s back to scare him.
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THE OUTSIDERS PLAYLIST
—could you do like a mini playlist for each of the gang? Just songs that you think they’d like or that match their aesthetic ❤️
yesss i actually have been wanting to do this!!! i really tried to match the song w/ their personality xx
since this was a shorter request i decided to post this first but there is a dally imagine coming soon!!
dallas winston// daddy issues•doin time
darry curtis// brother•classic
ponyboy curtis// why do you love me • paper love
sodapop curtis// teenager in love •cola
johnny cade// tear myself apart •saturn
steve randle// gives you hell •starboy
two-bit matthews// team•hey mickey
—could you do something with johnny having a japanese gf please it’s okay if not!!! i would understand!!!!
you’re totally fine! i can absolutely write something for you love, i hope you like it! i apologize if this is to stereotypical it wasn’t my intention i just wanted to include certain things into it due to the request xx
- he absolutely adores you
- like it’s a whole other level of adoration
- from the moment he saw you it’s been nothing but
heart eyes - you two met when you moved just a couple houses down from him
- he saw you struggling to carry some boxes
- so he offered to help you
- ended up staying the whole day
- you were extremely bashful at first
- and johnny found this cute
- a few months after getting to know each other more he asks you out officially
- of course you said YES
- he was so happy and didn’t know what to do
- there was definitely a few awkward kisses at the beginning of the relationship
- he just didn’t want to force you into anything
- when you become more comfortable then it wasn’t as bad
- loves to hold your hand in public
- tries to learn japanese to impress you
- he isn’t very good but you encourage him anyway because you think it’s cute
- you mutually respect each other’s lifestyles
- which is super important in your family
- your parents instantly liked him (which you surprised about)
- and the gang thinks you’re cool
- when johnny is over at your house he’s super respectful and polite
- which your mom and dad appreciate
- he tries everything to impress them
- LOVES when you make him food
- will literally eat anything you bring for him
- johnny enjoys learning about your culture
- doesn’t mind if you talk in japanese around him
- in fact he likes to listen
- squeezes your cheeks a lot to make you blush
- he’s the first one to come to your defense at school if someone is bullying you
- literally will walk miles to the nearest asian market to buy you your favorite snacks
- casually knocks on your window late at night to surprise you with them
—the start of everything
@woahcurtis—hey ! i really liked that soda x singer head cannons… could you do an imagine of it? :0
really sorry if this seems rushed! i just wanted to get your request done since you’ve been waiting for a little over three weeks…aaah so sorry i just have a ton of requests i’m trying to knock out, but i hope you enjoy it. super fun to write xx
those who wish to sing always find a song. this was a quote you have lived by since you were a little girl. as the years blew past the one thing you never grew out of was your passion for music and singing. growing up in a musical family allowed you to be more in tune with your hobby. your parents were so supportive and encouraged you to keep going after your dream and to sing your heart out whenever you can. soda was probably your biggest fan - besides your parents and family of course.
he was there for every performance, every song. the loudest to cheer and the last one to leave. you couldn’t thank him enough for all the love he gives you. every night after your shows he surprises with with a bouquet of flowers, which warms your heart.
“they’re beautiful,” you bring them up to your nose. “and smell amazing!”
“i knew you’d like them,” sodapop blushes.
as you’re leaving the bar you can’t help but notice the tons of smiling faces and clapping people looking in your direction. the adoration feels so unreal. even if tulsa is somewhat small it still feels like millions. every performance feeling a little better then the last.
“so i was thinking…” soda trails opening the door for you, “we should celebrate.”
“celebrate what?”
“your musical success!”
you laugh. “i’m not that successful, yet.”
“in my eyes you are,” soda gushes. “always will be.”
you can’t help but feel a sudden flutter in your heart. sodapop was one of the many reasons why you never gave up on your dream. his support means everything to you, and most of your songs are written or partially inspired by your relationship.
“but anyway back to celebrating, i have a surprise!” he grabs your hand dragging you to the car.
“soda slow down!” you shriek.
“oop sorry babe.”
—
as you’re driving to this super secret location you wonder where he could be taking you at this hour. i mean it’s almost midnight to no other places are open besides a few bars. as your mind wonders you hum a few notes to yourself, the relaxing drive inspires a melody. you can feel soda glancing over at you every now and then, he has always loved watching you in your element. how passionately you sing the notes, the thought you put into every lyric. soda wishes he could feel that same passion.
before you can ask how much longer he puts the car in park, you look around confused as to why he drove you into the city. you look over at him, waiting for him to explain further, but he’s just staring at you.
“uh sodapop…where are we?”
“okay look,” he sighs running his long fingers through his hair, “promise me you won’t get upset.”
“okay? why would i get upset? where are we?” you ask a bit panicked.
“i’ve been makin calls all day. and i think i finally got you a interview with a very well known music producer, he also manages his clients,” he explains.
you can tell by the ways he’s looking at you that he’s trying to read your emotions. but your poker face is to good, which makes him even more nervous.
“i-wow i don’t know what to say.”
“are you mad? i mean i never meant to go behind your back but y/n you’re a star, you deserve to be heard my everyone i wanted to try and help you get a bit further but if i made you ang-”
“SODA!” you cut him off. “i’m not mad.”
“oh thank god,” he leans back relieved.
“just nervous as hell, how did you get him to meet with me? or even see me this late?”
“it’s long story, let’s save that for later. right now you have a meeting to get to!”
soda hops out of the car, rushing around to open the passenger side door for you. when you’re finally out he gets into the back seats grabbing your acoustic guitar before you make your way into the huge building. your nerves are through the roof as you look at the massive structure in front of you.
“you’re going to be amazing, like always,” soda squeezes your hand lightly. “knock em dead.”
you slowly walk up to the front desk where a older lady sits scrolling through a computer screen. she greets you with a smile.
“what can i do for you?”
“i uh have a meeting with your music producer..”
“andrew starks,” soda adds.
she nods and pushes a clipboard towards you. it’s full of different names and signatures.
“just sign in and mr. starks will see you shortly.”
you sign your name as neatly as you can, grateful for your school for teaching you cursive.
“today might be the start of everything,” you look behind you where soda stands.
he smiles brightly at you, tears welling in his eyes.
— how they comfort you when you’re stressed out
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— can you do an outsiders reaction where the reader has too much on their plate (work, school, etc.) and their SO asks them if they’re ok and the reader just bursts out crying from stress?
i did add a couple different sceneries! because i didn’t want to write the same thing for each of them, but it all has the same feel to it!! xx
your boss decided to call you into work last minute. it’s only been a few hours since you returned home. which means you haven’t even gotten enough sleep to feel replenished. you wished so badly to tell him no, but he’s extremely hard headed and strict. especially towards the woman that work for him. and, you know you could use the extra money, as you’re putting on your uniform you can’t help but feel a sense of tiredness, it’s so overwhelming it makes you start to feel weak at the knees. you immediately call out for darry.
“what’s wrong y/n?” he asks worriedly.
“i-i’m just so tired,” you cry out. “i feel like my boss never wants me to have a break.”
you sit in the chair that rests in front of your vanity. you’ve never felt this exhausted in your entire life. darry takes notice at your weakened state, he hates to see you so worn out. it’s not normal for you to lack energy, you’re the most bubbly person he knows.
“okay, lets lay you down,” darry slides his arms under your legs and carries you over to your shared bed. you’re more than capable of walking yourself, but you don’t complain.
“just take a nap and rest awhile you need it more than anyone.”
“no,” you struggle to escape his strong hold. “i can’t i have to go to work.”
“not today, you’re not goin’ in i don’t care if i have to go talk to your boss myself,” he pulls the blanket over you tucking you in warmly. “rest now.”
“thank you, darry.”
you’ve been working towards your masters degree in psychology for the past two years. you’re so close to being done but it’s so much work and the assignment you were just assigned is crazy difficult and time consuming, you try to push yourself to get more done before bed, but eventually your hands start to cramp from the all the typing, your muscles ache from the hours of sitting at your desk. soda comes into your room when he gets home from work. he’s immediately concerned when he sees you hunched over with your head in your hands.
“y/n…” he questions. “you alright?”
it doesn’t take much for you to break. all the stress finally came piling down on you.
“hey,” soda kneels down lifting your chin so he can see your face. “relax.”
“there’s so much pressures on me,” you vent. “this assignment is impossible.”
“nothing’s impossible for you,” he reassures. “you can do anything. i just think you need a break.”
“yeah i definitely do, will you lay with me for awhile?”
“of course i will,” he smiles shyly.
you anxiously walked up the tall stairs into your HS, today was the day of your history presentation. this is what you’ve been dreading for the past week. public speaking wasn’t at all something you were comfortable with or liked doing, and it doesn’t help that you aren’t friends with anyone in your class, well besides ponyboy. he’s the only one you speak to.
you meet him in the hallway, putting your book bag and unneeded things in your locker. ponyboy noticed your hands shaking as you closed the door.
“you scared about this whole history thing huh?”
“uh- a little,” you shrug trying to hide your nerves.
“you’ll be fine,” he tries to reassure you.
but before you can walk away you can already feel the familiar stinging sensation starting to build up in your eyes, your heart rate accelerates, you feel like you’re drowning and can’t reach the surface.
“i can’t breathe,” you say as sheer panic overtakes your body.
pony’s face softenes. he grabs your hand dropping his books, taking you into the nearest closet.
“shh just look at me okay?”
you nod focusing all your attention on him. he runs his fingers through your hair while wiping a few tears away from your eyes. you take slow steady breathes. this isn’t the first time he’s had to help you get over a panic attack. once your breathing gets back to normal again, you feel like you’re finally ready to go to class.
“okay,” you breathe. “let’s go.”
“ uh we’re gonna need a late pass… unless you want to spend the end of the day in detention.”
you look down at your watch noticing you’re about six minutes late to history.
“damn it!”
it’s been a busy night at the movie theater. you’ve tried your best to fill everyone’s orders while also working the cash register. your boss previously complained about how many workers there are on each shift so he cut back. sadly this leaves you to try and get so many things done at once. the stress of it all is starting to really affect you, but you can’t quit. you need this job more than anything right now so you can afford to get books for school.
even though your boss a jerk you do somewhat like this job, you’re a people person so seeing familiar faces every week puts you in a good mood, but every now and then you’ll get a disrespectful customer. this time it was a group of boys, you recognize some of them from the college you attend.
“what shit movies are playing tonight?” one of them asks while skimming through the candy.
“can you read? look at the boards outside..” you try your best to keep your cool.
“i don’t think you employees are allowed to talk to us paying clients like that,” his demeanor quickly shifts.
“hey we gotta problem here,” you hear a voice from behind the guys. knowing immediately who it is.
they quickly scurry off, as dallas pushes himself to the front of the line.
“you okay doll?”
“i am now,” you say softly as you wipe just a single tear from your cheek. you didn’t really care about the boys but it never feels good to be embarrassed at your place of work.
“don’t let those jerk offs make you cry.”
you nod and sneak in a quick kiss before dal leaves.
“why can’t he do it this time! i’m going to be late!” you argue. your parents have asked you to clean the house again for the third time this week, and you normally don’t have a problem with helping out but your brother has been sitting in his room playing video games all day and you need to be somewhere. you feel like they always pick you at the most inconvenient times, and the worst part is johnny is waiting for you outside, you’d hate to make him wait.
“your brother is sick and slow! it would take him an hour to even sweep the kitchen,” you mom says as she puts her coat on.
“he’s not sick! he’s playing video games!”
“do it y/n! or you and johnny won’t be going anywhere tonight,” you dad warns as he slams the door behind him leaving you in a mess.
“WHATEVER!”
you collapse on the couch, breaking out into a full on crying fit. it feels like your parents are punishing you. johnny must have heard your cries from the front porch because without knocking he opens the front door, approaching you slowly.
“hey you okay?” his asks trying to help but this only makes it worse.
your cries get louder and johnny is completely stunned. he’s never seen you this emotional. you’re almost positive he’s going to think your absolutely insane after tonight.
“my parents hate me!” you say dramatically.
“i don’t think that’s true.”
“they are always making me clean things or do everyone’s chores,” you sigh. “we can’t leave until i sweep and mop all the floors.”
“well i’ll help ya,” johnny offers.
“really?!”
“yeah, but we better get started…” he pulls you up from the couch bringing his jacket sleeve up to your eyes so he wipe your tears away.
-
“i get that ma’am but i don’t have the receipt.”
“then i’m sorry hun…we can’t exchange it.”
you were trying to get a new shirt for two-bit. the one that you previously ordered had came in to small. but since you ordered it off the store website you didn’t have a paper receipt, and your order wasn’t showing up on their computers, which made you frustrated.
“so there’s no way i can get a new one? or even just get my money back?” you question.
“i’m sorry,” the cashier shakes her head obviously uncomfortable with the situation.
you don’t respond, instead you leave the shirt on the counter and walk out. it might not be a huge deal for some people but you didn’t have a lot of money. and you were out 25$, with nothing to show for it. when you get home two-bit is lazily slumped over the arm rest of the couch, drinking a beer.
“hey baby where’d you sneak off to?”
“the clothing store down town…”
“what’s up? you seem upset?” he asks lifting himself up from the couch.
your shoulders slump down as you bring your heads up to cover your face.
“wow wow don’t cry! sorry for askin.”
“no it’s not that,” you tell him. “they wouldn’t let me exchange your shirt today.”
“and that’s what you’re cryin over?” two-bit laughs wrapping his arms around your frame. “it’s fine.”
“i just wanted you to have something special.”
“you’re all i need y/n.”
steve had decided last minute to stop and get gas at the DX before the two of you finish your date. this annoyed you a little since you tell him every morning to just fill up while he’s at work, i mean makes sense right? but with his forgetful nature it’s hard to keep him on track with things. when you pull into the gas station it’s pretty empty, only one car parked along the gas lineup. steve steps out to pump and you go into the store to pay. when you walk in you’re met with a very rude and arrogant man who pushes you aside so he can be helped first at the register.
“excuse you sir?” you’re taken aback. “i was in line first.”
he laughs not offering you a response. the lady working the register meets your gaze and mouths “i’m sorry” in your direction. she must not be a very confrontational person, which you understood.
“i’m only paying for gas it won’t take long,” you add hoping the man will let you go since steve is waiting outside in the freezing weather.
“not my problem, you got somewhere to be?”
“actually yes, i do.”
“dressed like that?” the man scoffs. laughing as he scans up and down your body.
you might not have name brand clothes like him, but they weren’t dirty or disgusting looking. as he hands the lady his credit card to pay you can’t help but hang onto his cruel insult. right before you’re about to storm out the doors, steve runs right into you, latching on tightly to both sides of your arms. you lean your head into his chest.
“hey what’s goin’ on?”
you wrap your arms around his waist, crying softly as you reply the mans insult over in your mind.
“that man he-he was being a complete jerk!”
“what did he do?! huh did he hurt you!” steve becomes more aggressive.
you shake your head.
he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes your eyes gently, while also trying not to smear your eye makeup. you laugh at his sweet gesture.
“you’re the best,” you lift onto your tiptoes placing a small kiss on his forehead.
“i know,” he smirks. “now let’s go outside before that jackass leaves i wanna give him a piece of my mind.”
—Johnny’s big sister falling in love with Darry please
it’s been awhile since i wrote some headcanons so i hope this format is okay with you!! xx
- you never meant to develop these types of feeling for darry
- you’ve known him your entire life
- the two of you are the same age
- and practically grew up together
- also johnny and ponyboy are best friends
- which makes things even better for you
- darry is the sweetest guy in your life
- well besides johnny of course
- he’s never been cross or disrespectful to you
- he may come across as intimidating or mean to others but it’s just a facade
- you feel yourself falling harder the more you spend time together
- sometimes you wonder if he shares the same type of feelings
- but when you start getting really close he shuts himself out
- many times you’ve tried to break him out of this internal fear of his
- it’s like he’s afraid to open himself up to love
- one night he catches you off guard
- he asks you out on a date
- well not really out
- he offers to cook you a nice dinner at his house
- since he does have a lot of responsibility for his younger siblings
- and he’s worried they’d try and throw a party or something in his absence
- which is another thing you two bond over
- you both constantly worry about your family
- but he seems nervous
- way nervous that he usually is around you
- darry surprises you with your favorite pasta
- you’re actually shocked at how good it is
- since you haven’t seen him cook like ever
- after dinner he takes your plate for you and heads into the kitchen
- when he returns he has two cupcakes
- he hands you one and you thank him
- “so what’s the special occasion?”
- “the truth is, i like you y/n i always have”
tries to keep calm- BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH
- unfortunately the boys walk in right when you and darry are about to kiss
- johnny is a bit shocked but not surprised
- and ponyboy has a wide grin across his face
- “it’s about damn time..”
Pt.1Pt. 2
Requested by: @maddieb97222
Fandom: The outsiders
Relationship: Gang X Curtis! Sister
Prompt: Can you please do a second embarrassing brother where the reader and Michael are now dating he and he comes over for dinner and it just gets more embarrassing + a lot of fluff sorry for bothering you, I just really love your writing!
word count: 2.1k
Somehow, some way your crazy boys managed to not scare off Michael. By the end of the school year you were the talk of the school. A greaser and a soc dating was like something out of a book, hardly ever seen in real life. But, no one dared to question when they saw you two kiss each other on the field. Michael didn’t care and that’s what mattered, if anything he enjoys his leather jacket wearing girl. His parents didn’t know fully who you were, and that was your idea. Michael and his sister helped camouflage you. For one night you looked like the people you despised.
You weren’t angry with him about it. You knew he wasn’t ashamed of you and it was a precaution to keep the relationship going. At your house you two could do as you please. Today was one of your weekly gang dinners and for the first time Michael would be tagging along. Sure, he had been around the gang before and had even had dinner with your brothers. But this, this was different. The boys were known to get piss-drunk, fight and yell. They would run outside doing flips and screaming, even Darry joined in. This wasn’t just dinner.
This was a party in true greaser fashion.
And somehow Michael managed to invite himself and well- you couldn’t really oppose it without causing a fight in your amazing relationship. He was so kind and understanding the least you could do is swallow your pride and let him see this part of you.
Everything was going great you were just waiting on Dally and Darry. The boys surrounded the tv and you sat on the couch your head in Pony’s lap as you were both reading, listening for the timer to go off in the kitchen. You had made a simple lasagna, something you knew all the boys would eat. You sat up as you heard heavy footsteps coming from Darry’s work boots. You walked over and quietly opened the screen door.
“Thanks, baby,” he whispered as he kissed your head. You both walked into the living room as all the boys waved hi.
“Dar” you said quietly, “I know you desperately need to sit but, if you could please shower first- I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“What do I really smell that bad today?” Dar said with a knowing smirk.
“Aw, don’t take it personally, Superman” Two piped up turning away from the small screen for the first time in the past two hours. “Her boyfriend’s coming tonight so she’s got a stick up her ass” You gasped as you leaned over to smack him across the back of the head.
“I do not have a damn stick up my ass.”
“Language, Y/N” Darry said sternly. “I’ll head in there now, do you need me to make dinner too?” You shake your head as you slowly pushed him towards the bathroom door “alright, alright- baby, I get it, I’m goin’ ”
Soon after the timer went off and you went into the kitchen to finish up dinner there was a light knock at the door. Before you could even speak the boys all raced to the door and crowded a very nervous Michael Adderson. The chatter got louder and louder as you raced out of the kitchen.
“Guys please get away from him”
“Aww baby we’re just messing with him.” Soda smiled at you “It’s my job as a big brother.”
“Well now your job is to take the boys inside and set up for dinner, big brother” Soda rolled his eyes as all the boys hollered with laughter.
“Hi, darling,” Michael whispered holding out the bouquet he was clutching. “These are for you.”
“Oh, wow,” you slowly took them from his hands. “I- um-” No one had given you flowers since your father was alive.
“Oh man, did I do something wrong?”
“No, no why would you think that?”
“You’re crying,” He stepped closer to you wiping away the tears that had run down without your notice.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just the last person to buy me flowers was my father.” Michael nodded staying silent as he pulled you into a hug. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you slowly pulled away from each other.
“C’mon, I got to put these in water and we are just waiting on Dally.”
The boys were already seated in the living room awaiting your cue to finally eat. Another hour had gone by and you shifted from your spot on the couch next to Michael.
“Do you guys know where Dal is?”
“Haven’t heard from him today, baby” Soda said
“None of you have?” The boys all yelled out no, their eyes fixated on various readings and the episode of Mickey that danced across the screen.
“I’m gonna call Buck’s and maybe he knows where he is,” You turned and kissed Michael’s cheek before heading into the kitchen. You sighed and leaned against the wall anxiously awaiting Buck’s answer.
“Yeah?” The sounds of the party roared through the phone.
“Buck?”
“Who’s asking?”
“Y/N curtis, Look Buck, is Dal with you?”
“Uh yeah he just went up stairs to get some sleep.”
“Can you please get him for me?” You heard a groan and the slap of the phone hitting the table. A few moments later you heard Dals voice on the other end.
“Dallas Winston.”
“What, Baby?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Buck’s, you know that-”
“Dal, what day is it?
“What the hell are you on?”
“What day is it Dallas?”
“Shit-”
“Mhmm”
“I-”
“Just get your ass over here now.” You slammed the phone on the receiver and headed back out into the living room.
“He comin’?” Soda asked turning away from the tv. You glare at him and walk back over to Michael.
“What to you think,” you sneered “he fucking forgot”
“Ooo Baby Curtis used a naughty word” Two-Bits cackled You reached behind your back taking the pillow off the couch and whipping at his. As it smacked him in the head he let out a groan. None of the boys tried to even speak and they all turned back to the tv as you felt Michaels hand snake around and lay on your back. Your face begins to grow hot as you realize what you just did in front of him.
“Baby, you need to breathe” Michael whispered in your ear
“Sorry” You whispered back leaning into his embrace.
The shower finally shut off, it had gone on for so long that none of you had remembered that Darry was in there, until he emerged in just an old green towel.
“Ay-o Superman, Did you forget your clothes?” Two-Bit screeched with laughter causing everyone’s attention to go towards the eldest brother.
“Shut Up, Two, I just need to grab my calendar.” He shuffled over to his bag that was left by the door and grabbed his little book that contained your whole life for the next year. Yet, with every single footstep you didn’t think you would make it that long. “Hi, Michael,” He moved closer towards you, still gripping the towel tightly as possible to avoid one of the boys tricks.
“Hi, Darry,” Michael reached out his hand for Darry to shake while you leaned closer to the 5 boys sitting on the floor, though you weren’t really directing it towards Johnny and Pony.
“Pull his towel and I swear to god, you will never get another girl in this town again”
“Y/N” Soda reached out to grab your hand “Come with me” You nodded standing up with him, leaving Michael chatting with Darry who still has yet to return to get clothes.
“Dar-” you started gaining his attention “please” Darry looked confused for a second before realizing what you meant and excusing himself.
You tightly held Soda’s hand as he led you to your room. Shutting the door behind you. Darry’s bedroom is next door so you quietly listened to make sure he actually was in there and not talking to your boyfriend while moving one hand could reveal all. You sat at your vanity to check out your hair while Soda leaned against the wall.
“Baby, you need to breathe.”
“I am breathing, Soda, that’s how you stay alive.” You stared at him through the mirror a smirk unfurling from your lips.
“You know that’s not what I meant” You sigh, turning towards him. You fill your eyes start to fill with tears as your throat burns.
“I’m really trying, Soda.”
“Oh, baby we all know you are.” He walked closer to you and wrapped you up in his arms as the tears began to fall. You sat there for a bit unable to get the words to form in your mouth. But, Soda didn’t judge he never did, instead he just sat with you, stroking your hair like the lost little girl you felt like.
“Cmon baby, dry those tears, you can’t have your boy seeing you like this.” You chuckled at his words as you rubbed your face attempting to be careful of the slight makeup that adorned it.
“Y/N” Pony yelled barging into the room. You turned towards him ready to yell but the look on his face changed your tune. His wide eyed glance and heavy breaths proved to you that it was more than just his impatience. “It’s Dally.”
You quickly followed him into the living room where Dally was laying on the couch, the boys all surrounding them, including Michael.
“What are you all just standing there for?” You croaked, attempting to keep the emotions at bay. You moved closer to Dal, the boys moving out of the way. It wasn’t too bad a few cuts and a black eye, from the way he was tightly clutching his chest possible bruising. “Soda get some face cloths wet and dry, Pony get some new clothes, Johnny get me the first aid kit, Michael can you go find me a hair elastic, Two get some water, and Darry and Steve, help him sit up so we can get this shirt off of him.” The boys all nodded and ran to their respective spots in the house.
“You know baby, if you wanted to see me naked this bad all you had to do was ask.” He divulged.
“Shut up, Dal.” You quickly turned taking the hair elastic from Michael and throwing your hair in a terribly messy ponytail as Darry and Steve lifted him up. You tried to focus on your hair going through the scrunchie avoiding Dally’s grunts of pain. You turned back towards the boys and straddled Dal’s legs to hold him in place and lessen his movements as the boys slowly peeled his shirt off.
“Oh man, not in front of your brother, Y/N” You let out a loud laugh looking down at Dal and seeing him crack a small smirk.
“You’re disturbing-”
“And you love it.”
“Mhmmm sure.”
You took the first aid kit from Johnny giving him a kiss on the cheek and a soft “thank you.” You then wrapped up his chest hoping you guys could avoid a hospital visit. The boys laid Dally back down and you organized the supplies. It took about 20 minutes of soothing words and careful actions before his cuts were finally clean and you guys could get back to life.
“What happened Dal?”
“Ran into Shepard,” You sighed.
“Don’t scold me.”
“I’m not scolding you,”
“That sigh tells me other wise.”
“I’m not gonna scold you, Dal, I just helped you, now i suggest you stop.” You cautioned, giving a softer glare.
“Dinner?” Steve suggested
“Don’t look at me,” you laughed, “I cooked.”
The boys let out a laugh and headed into the kitchen to serve themselves. You stood up and plopped on the couch next to Dal.
“You’re welcome for saving your ass.” Dal scoffed at you rolling his eyes and attempting to hide the smirk that was forming on his lips.
“Whatever floats your boat,baby”
“That was badass,” Michael gasped, you didn’t notice that he was still standing there and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.
“Thanks,” You stood up off the couch and moved closer to him. “I’m sorry for all the craziness.”
“Are you kidding? In my house it would’ve just been talks of football and the latest golden boy.”
“So you’re enjoying yourself?” You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your chest.
“Immensely” You both leaned forward, lips meeting in the middle. You started to move your hands to his grease free curls. He smiled into the kiss and pressed harder.
Suddenly a wolf whistle sounded throughout the room and Two-bits annoying cackle followed causing the two of you to pull apart.
“Shame, shame” Ponyboy laughed
“I know your name.” Two-Bits screeched. You turned towards Michael kissed him on the cheek before turning back to the boys. They stared back at you like the cowboys in those movies Pony likes. You smiled at them and started running in their direction, and they smartly ran out the door. All of you hootin and hollerin as you did gymnastic trick Darry had taught you when you were younger. Soon you all fell to the ground laughing.
As embarrassing as they are you wouldnt change your gang of brothers for the world.
Pt.1 Pt.2
Tags:@celebsimagines
I was watching from the window of the kitchen as a police car rolled up. Soda was at the table finishing his homework. Darry was in the shower and Ponyboy was in the family room with Dally and Johnny. I heard a knock at the door as the shower shut off. I thought it was going to be a policeman bringing Two-Bit but it wasn’t. Three policemen stood at my door with solemn looks on their face. They told me they were looking for Darry and I welcomed them inside as they waited. The gang gathered in the kitchen as Darry spoke with the policemen. I hit the floor…. My parents are dead.
I woke up with a scream, tears were running down my face. Within seconds I heard the creaky door whip open and the comfort of Darry’s arms around my chest. He tightly held me as I thrashed and kicked, “THEY CAN’T BE DEAD!” I screamed over and over again. There was nothing Darry could do other than attempt to quiet me to avoid waking my brothers.
“Sh,” he spoke lightly squeezing me tighter to his chest. “baby, you need to snap out of it.” Soda and Pony ran into the room slamming into the door with wide eyes. This wasn’t the first night this had happened and I pray every night for it to be the last. But, to no success and no sign of a way to calm the nightmare, this was life. If it wasn’t me, it was Pony but, when it comes down to it though I’m living in hell I’d rather be the one to brace it than my brothers.
“I-I’m sorry g-guys..” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the screaming.
“It’s okay baby girl, everything is okay” Darry whispered as he looked up at my brothers. “She will be fine, get back in bed.”
“Em-” Pony started, I gazed up at him forcing a smile. He was our worrier and as he was he baby the important thing was for us to This had become a routine since mom and dad died in the car accident almost a year ago. Darry is the only one who can calm me down out of my brothers, but Dally has become accustomed to waking me from my nightmares as well. Dally isn’t as bad as everyone thinks, he just doesn’t understand love. Though all excuses aside without us, he’d be hood. All the boys treat me like their little sister and are all extremely protective of me.
Darry slowly laid back still clutching on to me, I nuzzled my face into his chest.
He smells like dad…
I listened to the sounds of Darry’s slowing breath as he fell back to sleep for the last few moments before sunrise, his chest rising and falling under my head. The sounds of shower turning on and then back off 15 minutes later and the soft patter of Soda’s feet as he walked back into his room. I heard the grumbles of Pony as he dragged himself into the bathroom, accompanied by his careless, tired stomps. Then came Darry’s sudden and stiff movements as he woke up from his cat nap.
“I’d love to stay with you longer, but I have to get to my job.” He slowly slid out of the bed and stood on the side, “how are you feelin’ now kiddo?” I slowly pushed myself up, my head still spinning as if my body had gone into shock, again.
“Numb,” I whispered.
“Are you going to try to go to school?” I shook my head, I wasn’t in the right mindset. I’ve had the dream of the day mom and day died for months. Every time I do something bad happens. The last time I had the dream was the day before Johnny and I got beat up by the Socs. Darry nodded understandingly, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before walking into the kitchen.
I took my time to regain my composure before following. The whole gang sat around the table, their usual banter almost nonexistent as I slowly made my way toward the kitchen. I stopped hearing Darry’s stern voice controlling the room. “Dal, I need you to stay here,”
“Nah Dar, I got business to attend to.”
“And that business is here Dallas, Emmie had the dream again and someone needs to stay with her.”
“Dar-” silence I knew that meant the dad glare had come into play, guess Dallas is my babysitter for the day. I chose this moment to make my entrance. Various “hey Em” and “morning Em” came from the chatty boys. I made my rounds with hugs to everyone except for Dallas and Soda’s girl Sandy - we aint on the greatest of terms. We just aint the gettin along type. She came by in the mornings every so often, only speakin to Soda and here and there to my brothers..I went over to the stove to grab some breakfast all that was left was a single blue pancake. I looked back to the table and everyone held a full plate including Sandy - who was just picking at her plate and moving it around with her fork to avoid the conversations at hand. I placed the ceramic plate back on the shelf and turned to the food cabinet. I guess I am stuck with cereal this morning. I sat down in between Dally and Two-bits and tuned out the latest gossip from the DX
“Was anyone on the couch last night?” I whispered to Two-bits. He nodded still listening to Steve’s rambling about a Soc girl that wore a shirt that showed “everything and I mean everything.”
“I was.” I looked at him with guilt and he gave me a small smile.
“I’m sorry Two” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned against his chest as I ate my cereal.
“No worries Emmy-Lee” he whispered before placing a kiss on my head, despite his never ending immaturity, he was the one to turn to in tough situations.
“Are you going out tonight, Soda?” I asked through a mouthful of cereal, just to piss off Sandy who scowled at me.
“Yeah, Stevie and I are taking Sandy and Evie to the Dingo tonight. It’s Rocks Your Socks Off Night.”
“And I got Johnny and Pony tonight,” Dally pitched in “We are going to the drive-in, Em.” Two pushed on my shoulder telling me to lean forward allowing him to grab a beer from the fridge.
“What to do something dangerous?”
“Nah, watch a movie, pick up a broad or two” He smirked and wink high-fiving Two-Bits. I glared at both of them with disgust.
“ I think i’ll stay here, Dal, I have a ton of homework to get done”
“alright kiddo,” Darry started placing his hand on my back. “You need to rest baby, only out for emergencies. I left the number for my work site-”
“Darry I’m gonna be fine,”
“I know baby I’m just nervous, maybe I outta stay how.”
“Go!” I laughed “I’m fine” Dar paused before nodding and kissing my head. He gathered his stuff and headed to work.
“I’ll be around later Em,” Two started, “Let’s go Pony, Steve”
“See ya Two, and uh, maybe actually go to class. You know that’s what school is for.”
“Don’t poke fun Emmy-Lee”
Everyone chimed in with goodbyes and soon everyone else followed leaving me with my thoughts and Dally.
“You know you don’t have to stay here” I flicked on the tv and settled in Darry’s recliner.
“I know that, I have no rules” He stood in the doorway, with slouching posture and a hand above his head attempting to appear tuff. He slowly placed a weed in his mouth and attempted to light it.
“Actually you have one.” I replied standing up from the comfort of the old recliner and walked toward the bleach blonde boy.
“ oh yeah?” I nodded and removed the unlight ciggie from his mouth.
“Don’t smoke in my house.” I threw it on the floor and returned back to the chair.
“You know what, I don’t have to stay here.”
“and , no one’s stopping you Dally-boy.” I heard the heavy stomp of his work boots and the loud smack of our soon to be broken screen door.
Pt.1Pt.2
Summary:
Ember Curtis, Sodapop’s twin sister, tells the untold story of the week Ponyboy went missing.
My world turned upside down a long time ago but it feels like it will never be the same again. It’s like ever since mom and dad died everything has been going downhill. Being a greaser has gotten tougher especially being a greaser girl. Soc boys doing everything they can to take advantage of you.You’re always living with fear that something bad is going to happen and typically it does. It’s rare that you’d find an optimist on this side of town and life don’t make it that easy. Life as a greaser has always been reckless and interesting. You never know what’s bound to happen on the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Yells and the pounding of feet echoed through the house as the front door slammed. My blue eyes searched the room for a hair tie as I jumped off the bed. I raced toward the front room swinging open the bedroom door. When I got to the front room it was empty, I could hear faint yells coming from down the street.
“What the hell,” I whispered, my mind was racing, sorting through all of the possibilities. What made them run like that, it was a good day. I threw open the front door and raced down the street only to catch a glimpse of a blue mustang drive away. Socs, should’ve known, they’re usually causing more ruckus than us, though greasers are probably the wildest of the two. We don’t go around jumping Socs. The Socs get articles for being disgraces one day and the next they are the best things to happen to this damn society, that’s how this city works.
I felt like I had stopped breathing. I froze in front of my brothers as they comforted poor Ponyboy. Blood was running down his chest from the multiple cuts on his neck from the switchblade. I took a deep breath, swallowing my fear as I moved forward.
“What the hell happened,” I yelled.
“Socs,” Darry spat
I cursed under my breath, another attack, when will this end? “Ponyboy,” I softly whispered as I crouched in front of him. “Are you okay?”
“Em.” He choked out as he hugged me with all his strength.
“I’m right here Pony.” I wrapped his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I just stood there with him rubbing his back. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body. “Let’s get you home.” He nodded into my chest before pulling away and grabbing my hand. I smiled at my brother and gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance as we began our walk home, the gang trailing behind. He’s just a kid, though he’d never admit it due to the fact he’s 14 now. But Ponyboy is different, he’s a huge dreamer and digs movies and books in a special way. A way that only a few of us understand. He realizes the good in the world, he sees the beauty in everything he looks at and has been this way since he was a kid. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he’s too sweet for his own good. Don’t get me wrong though he can get mean in a rumble, every grease can. You have to growing up on our side of town.
Darry is the oldest of us all, he’s named after dad. We call him Superman, sometimes, due to his giant muscles and his incredible mind. He had a great scholarship to great college, but he gave it up to be the guardian of my brothers and me after Mom and Dad were killed in an automobile accident over a year ago. He has blue-green eyes that have become like ice since he took on that roofing job. He is real smart, book smart and street smart. He seems to know everything, he doesn’t really fit in with the greasers but we are the only things that kept him away from the socs. He is a real looker, all of my brothers are in their own ways. Pony with his boyish charm and adorable grin, Darry with his bruting muscles and mysterious eyes, and Sodapop with his movie star looks.
Sodapop, my twin brother, is a different kind of handsome, he’s the kind you see on the big screen at the drive-in each night. He’s a little bit shorter than Darry but still a good height. Soda’s muscle build is slimmer than Darry but not as slim as Pony. He has this golden blonde hair that makes him look like a greek god. He has Dad’s eyes, dark brown and full of emotion. Soda can go from being wild and reckless to the kindest and most caring person I know, Soda is special that way. He dropped out of school a little after our parents died and he now works full time at the DX. He only smokes when he’s stressed and never drinks, while Pony smokes almost a pack a day and Darry won’t even go near them.
“Pony, everything is okay,” I told him as I wiped the tears from his face.
“I know I’m just a little spooked that’s all.” I nodded and smiled softly.
“They got away those dirty fu-”
“KEITH!” I yelled before he could finish that sentence. Two-Bit as you can tell, has an extremely colorful vocabulary. Keith “Two-Bits” Matthews is the second oldest of our little family. He is eighteen and a half but he’s still in the eleventh grade - with me. Two-bits never stops talking he’s the king of interrupting, that’s why we call him Two-Bits. He’s the funny guy of our gang everything becomes a joke to him. He knows how to make you smile in the darkest of times.
“What are you doing walking alone kid,” Steve questioned as he held his nose.
“Butt out Steve and leave him be” I warned and glared at him, but finally he gave up and walked over to Soda.
Steve Randle just turned 17 and he has been best friends with Sodapop and I since we were in grade school. Sometimes his anger gets too out of hand. Though I’m the only one who can get through to him and the rest of the boys. They all confide in me. Steve has a messed-up home situation, his father is a drunk and kicks him out of the house at least once a week. Then the next day gives him money to try and make up for it. Steve comes to our house to hide out. He’ll sleep on the couch but usually, he comes into my room and we talk all night long. He lays with his head in my lap as I run my fingers through his hair. He will rant and cry about anything and everything that is on his mind. One of Steve’s greatest talents is fixing cars. He can replace a hubcap quicker and quieter than any man in all of Tulsa. He wants to be more than that, though, he wants to prove to everyone he isn’t just a mechanic.
The most dangerous of our gang is Dallas Winston. He has a rap sheet longer than the Declaration of Independence (trust me I’ve read both) and he is extremely proud of it. He has platinum blonde hair and cold ice blue eyes. He didn’t grease nor cut his hair causing it to line his face. Dally’s face is an elfish face, he has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Dally has a heart of stone, the meanest of our entire gang. The first time Dally got arrested he was 10 years old. He spent a total of three years out in New York with the toughest gangs you will ever see. Dally was closer to a hood than a greaser, he’s wild. Dally would be classed with the downtown gangs if it wasn’t for us. Dally has been worse since my parents died, they kept him fed and out of trouble. They were the closest thing he ever had to real parents. I think he took it the worse out of all the boys when he found out he ran. I chased him all the way to the gas station, but it was too late. The cops caught him stealing and he was jailed. Now the gang is the only thing he has left in this crooked world.
Then there’s Johnny Cade, The second youngest though he is treated more like a kid than Pony. Johnny’s parents are abusive drunks, his father beats him and his mother pretends he isn’t even there. There have been many sleepless nights where I’ve cleaned the wounds of his most recent beatings and held him as he cried. I couldn’t understand how two people couldn’t love one of the sweetest boys in this world.Johnny got jumped a few weeks back by some socs. I had left Johnny in the park to go get some drinks and food from the house and When I got back the socs were leaning over his body. I screamed out and ran towards them. That’s when one of them turned and grabbed me. He pinned me to the ground to keep me from getting to Johnny. I recognized the boy from school and I could tell he knew me too. He was holding my arms and had his legs on both sides of my hips.I don’t remember much else, all I know is Dallas was the one who saved us.
“You don’t ever think,” Darry began “ not anywhere it counts. With all of those good grades, you still don’t use your head. You should have at least had your blade.”
“Aw Darry lay off him. Carrying a blade would have given the socs an excuse to cut him off more.” Soda yelled he always sticks up for Pony but one of these times it’s going to get him in trouble.
“If I want my kid-brother to tell me what to do with my other kid-brother I’d ask kid brother-”
*
I walked to the door to find Pony. “Ponyboy come on inside. Johnny, Dally you staying for dinner?”
“Nah, I’m headin’ to Bucks” Dally yells as he walks out the gate
“See ya, Dal.” I yelled out waving “Johnny?”
“No, I’m all set. Thanks for the offer, though!” Johnny smiled
“Johnny I don’t want you out in that cold tonight. Make sure you come here.” He nodded and walked off. As I opened the door to let Pony in a gust of wind blew past my face.
*
“Ponyboy Michael sit still!” I couldn’t deal with this boy. Every move I made to clean this wound, he would squirm on the couch. “Pony I have to clean it!”
“It stings Em,” Ponyboy whined
“It’s going to sting more if you don’t sit still.” After 5 minutes of struggling and Soda holding his shoulders down, the wound was finally cleaned. “Go get your homework done while we’re cooking dinner. I’ll call you when it’s done.” Ponyboy walked to his room and shut the door. I started cleaning the blood off the floor and picking up the mess that was created.
Dinner came and went, I checked over Ponyboy’s math as he showered. This used to be Dad’s job, he would clean the wounds and check the homework. Mom would cook the dinner, the second she would turn away Soda would take the food coloring and put it into anything. Soda doesn’t like when things are normal. I remember mom’s laughter when she turned to find Soda mixing the blue mashed potatoes. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory. I finished up my own homework and returned everything to bags.
“Rub harder Soda” I heard Darry mumble “You’re gonna put me to sleep.” I let out a small chuckle. I walked into the living room to see Soda giving Darry a backrub. He hurt himself at work again because he tries to carry too much roofing. Darry doesn’t deserve to be working like a 40-year-old at 20. He was the boy of the year and captain of the football team. Now he’s a roofer working his ass off to take care of his three siblings. He could have been so much more if we had the money. I wish we had the money.
tOMMY HOWELL SINGS?!
am i the only one who refers to the popular kids at my school as socs
peasant:oh ya i love The Outsiders its a very good movie i love the part when johnny, is that his name? whatever, anyway when he’s like “stay golden horseman” dude im like a total fangirl over that movie but dude robin lowe is such a good actor, he’s so cute, he’s literally the reason pepsiman is my favorite characte-
me:
i finally did it i reached the next hundred
never mind some assholes playing with my heart
I’d follow again if I could
But alas I can only follow once
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The Outsiders Behind The Scenes 1983
Hey guys. i think i’m back? not sure. i have my finals soon and i’m stressed out about it but it’s okay. i’m sure i’ll pass.
my current medical situation; i have tube feeding right now. it’s going well but not better unfortunately… but let’s keep hoping for the best right…? (i’ve already lost my hope actually but lol)
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